THE FATE OF THE
WORLD - Part 1
“I told you that I’m not interested.” Brianna’s green eyes
flashed with irritation, adding fire to her beautiful face.
She stood in the center of the luxurious tent in a
wide-legged stance, her hands on her powerful hips, her
abundant boobs thrust forward angrily. The archaeologist was
wearing a thin brown shirt, unbuttoned to expose an
impressive amount of cleavage, and tied into a halter that
sat high on her chest, so that her taut, tanned bare torso
glinted in the light of the lanterns illuminating the inside
of the tent. She was wearing some tight black shorts which
fit like a second skin to her perfect, muscled ass, and
thick, ankle-high boots. Her beautiful legs were bare. A
well-worn fedora sat on her head, covering her long,
honey-blonde hair, which was tied into a severe bun.
She was addressing a beautiful, long-haired redheaded woman
who sat behind the desk that was set up against the back
wall of the tent. The woman was leaning back in her chair,
her long, powerful legs stretched out on the desk, her hands
behind her head, her back arched. The pose pushed forward
her impressive breasts, a pair of meaty, golden orbs that
easily rivaled Brianna’s rack. The redhead’s blouse was also
unbuttoned almost halfway down, allowing her remarkable
breasts to swell out from the open collar. She was wearing
long, skin-tight, camel-colored pants and knee-high leather
boots. Her blue eyes glinted with amusement.
“That’s really a pity, Brianna,” the redhead smiled. She
spoke with a plummy Oxford accent. Everything about her
indicated wealth, power and breeding. She was physically
beautiful, of that there was no doubt. Brianna found herself
appreciating the woman’s extravagant curves. It was not
often that Brianna encountered a woman as beautiful and
voluptuous as she was, but she readily admitted that Lady
Alexandra Dunnet was her rival in every physical way.
“I think that you and I could get along really, really
well,” Lady Dunnet continued. Her blue eyes sparkled with
charm and no small amount of lust. She had called Brianna in
for an afternoon meeting and, once again, had brazenly
propositioned the young archaeologist. Besides being
beautiful, rich, well-educated and extremely accomplished,
it also turned out that Alexandra Dunnet was very bisexual
and very, very interested in getting into Brianna’s tight
Brianna simply scowled in reply. She had rejected
Alexandra’s advances a number of times already and she would
not keep repeating herself.
Ordinarily, Brianna would have found such attention
flattering. Indeed, she was quite used to attracting sexual
attention from men and women and Lady Dunnet was hardly the
first woman to get wet just looking at Brianna. Brianna
certainly appreciated the fact that Lady Dunnet was
absolutely gorgeous and dripping with sexual magnetism and
the truth was that Brianna had daydreamed about getting
between the woman’s legs since the first time she had met
Dunnet. Normally, Brianna was more than happy to indulge her
sexual appetites with other beautiful men and women. She did
not have to like her bed partners. She asked only that they
be good lovers. But Dunnet, somehow, was something
different. Brianna could not explain, even to herself, why
she continued to resist her employer’s advances. But
something about Lady Dunnet made Brianna extremely
uncomfortable and she had learned to trust her hunches and
her feelings. They had saved her life many times. So, she
continued to resist her body’s desires. The more insistent
Alexandra became in her pursuit of Brianna, the more
Brianna’s instincts told her to avoid an intimate engagement
with the other beautiful woman.
The two women locked eyes from across the expensive field
desk. Brianna had the sense that Dunnet understood the
battle being waged between Brianna’s body and her instincts.
She suspected that Dunnet intended to wear her down. After a
moment, Lady Dunnet smiled pleasantly, swung her legs down
to the floor, and stood up. She stretched again, her braless
breasts challenging her shirt, her nipples hard, her
titflesh threatening to overflow from their tight confines.
Lady Dunnet walked around the desk and breezed by Brianna,
her smile never faltering. She crossed to the chart table a
few steps inside the tent flap and motioned for Brianna to
“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
She looked up at Brianna, who had joined her on the opposite
side of the chart table. “I don’t give up easily and I
usually get what I want.”
Both women leaned over the table, giving each other full
views of their respective impressive cleavage.
Brianna did not respond. Instead, referring to the chart on
the table in front of her, she gave Dunnet a report on the
work of the day.
“We’ve made a lot of progress today. We’re right here-“ she
indicated a spot on the chart, just outside of a major
chamber, “and we think we should get into the main chamber
by tomorrow. If your map is right, then it’s a massive
structure. All of our sonar and radar probes seem to confirm
what is on this map, so I’m pretty confident we’ll find
“Oh, I am too, Brianna,” the redhead smiled. “You’ve done
great work, as usual. Call it a night and we can get up
early tomorrow and penetrate that chamber.” The
Englishwoman’s smile seemed slightly sinister and predatory
to Brianna. She smiled back and said goodnight. She walked
away from Alexandra’s tent, heading toward her own tent on
the other side of the camp. Her accommodation was just as
big and comfortable as Alexandra’s tent, and she was
grateful for the extra bit of luxury. When she arrived, she
found her bathtub filled with steaming water. As far as she
knew, Alexandra had a hot bath every night. Brianna usually
bathed in the river. She did not ordinarily indulge in hot
baths – it took a lot of time and effort from others to heat
the water over a fire and fill her tub – but, tonight, she
decided to celebrate and had apologetically asked some of
the many servants to see to her bath. They were happy to do
so, so Brianna did not feel quite so awkward asking them.
She stripped down, dropping her blouse on the floor, letting
her naked breasts swing free. She threw her hat on the bed,
then slid her shorts down her muscled thighs and sculpted
calves. She was not wearing any underwear. Magnificent in
her nakedness, she settled into the hot water, sighing with
pleasure as the warmth crept into her bones and soothed
aching muscles. Of course, it was steaming hot in the jungle
and slipping into the tub felt like immersing herself in a
sauna, but this water felt good and clean. She settled back
in the tub and let her mind wander back five months, to her
first encounter with Lady Alexandra Dunnet.
Brianna Olson was a world-famous archaeologist and explorer.
She was often referred to by the press as a real life Lara
Croft or a female Indiana Jones. She was, indeed, far closer
to those two famous fictional adventurers than most people
knew. She had long experience of dealing with ancient
supernatural threats and entities. From when she was a
child, her explorer parents had taken her around the world
with them on their many adventures, some of which had
involved encounters with the extraordinary. Now, she was 28
and with a well-established reputation in many different
Five months earlier, she had been summoned to meet with Lady
Alexandra Dunnet at Dunnet’s estate just outside of London.
Brianna had only a passing knowledge of the woman and her
activities but, as far as she knew, Lady Dunnet had no
connection to Brianna’s world. Even so, the summons had been
urgent and the woman had promised her an opportunity she
could not afford to pass up.
Brianna arrived at Dunnet’s palatial estate early one
evening. It was already dark. She was admitted to a
magnificent old house by a sharp-faced butler and ushered
into a mahogany-paneled study.
Lady Dunnet was sitting behind a massive oak desk, examining
a map, which was protected under plastic. She looked up when
Brianna came in and seemed inappropriately pleased by what
she saw. She came from behind the desk and approached
Brianna with her hand extended, wearing a grin that Brianna
could only interpret as “triumphant.” Maybe, Brianna thought
later, that grin was what got her hackles up.
“Dr. Olson!” Alexandra greeted her warmly, squeezing her
hand, sending a shiver through the blonde woman. Brianna was
impressed by the strength of Lady Dunnet’s grip. She was
also struck by the woman’s beauty and physical attributes.
Alexandra was wearing a tight white blouse, a long, elegant
skirt, and high-heeled boots. Her long hair was cascading
over her shoulders. Dunnet’s blouse revealed a woman with a
truly impressive rack, and her face was gorgeous. Brianna
was sure the rest of the woman’s body would measure up to
her impressive chest and face.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Alexandra continued. “I’ve
studied your work and I’m most impressed by your
“Thank you, Lady Dunnet,” Brianna replied, “but I’d be
grateful if you could tell me why you need to see me at such
“Please call me Alex,” the redheaded woman said. “Take a
seat,” she said, gesturing at a wingback leather chair in
front of the roaring fireplace. Brianna sat down and Alex
took a seat in the matching chair directly across from her.
“Would you like a port? I’m having one myself.”
“Thank you, that would be nice,” Brianna responded. “And,
please, call me Brianna.” A few moments later, the butler
served each woman port in a rounded glass, then left the
“I’ll get right to the point, Brianna,” Alex began. “A few
years ago, a map came into my possession. It purports to
show the location of a previously unknown temple complex in
Southeast Asia, deep in Laos. The temple is to a previously
unknown god. If the story around the map is correct, the
complex is more than 4000 years old. Are you willing to head
up the expedition and supervise the excavation?”
Brianna’s head was reeling. If true, this was the kind of
find that could easily make her career. However, she had to
“May I see the map?”
“Of course, of course,” Alex replied. “Please, it’s here on
the desk.” The women got up and walked over to the desk.
Alex spread the plastic-encased map on the desktop.
Brianna studied the parchment carefully. It was made of some
kind of wood substance. It was a relatively detailed map of
the inside of an ancient temple complex. Brianna realized
that the map also indicated a number of distinct
geographical features, like rivers and hills and mountains.
These unique features must have been used to locate the
temple’s position in the modern world.
“It wasn’t easy figuring out the location,” Alex explained.
“Some of the geographical features have changed over 4000
years. But we managed to use computer programs and maps that
compensated for the changes and we pinned this place down in
Laos. We’re about 90% sure we’ve got the right place.”
“How did you get the map?”
“Darndest thing. I found it enclosed in a secret drawer in
an antique desk that I bought. Not this one,” Alex said
quickly, noting how Brianna looked at her desk. “It’s one I
have in my bedroom upstairs. Would you like to look at it?”
“Not right now,” Brianna replied. “But I will want to see it
before I accept your offer. I want to check out this story
and what the map seems to show. This kind of expedition
could take months. I need to know that it’s not a wild goose
“That’s certainly fair,” Alex replied, leading Brianna back
to their chairs and port. She sat down gracefully and sipped
at the sweet liquor. “I will cover all the expedition’s
expenses. I also have one condition: I want to accompany
you.” Brianna raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Oh, I’m not a
soft aristocrat, Brianna,” Alex continued. “I have quite a
bit of experience working on archaeological digs. It’s a
hobby of mine. I’m actually working on a graduate degree in
the field. I don’t have the expertise to lead this myself,
but I can be useful and I need to be there.”
Brianna nodded. “Well, that sounds fine to me. One question:
why come to me? If you are knowledgeable in the field you
must have your own professors and other colleagues. Why not
“Well, I don’t know anyone who has the kind of experience
that you do. You’re familiar with the region and have been
going back and forth there since you were a child. And, from
your reputation, you’re resourceful. I don’t want an
academic, I want someone who has a proven record in handling
Brianna nodded and sat back thoughtfully. These were all
good reasons. “I’ll need to look at your literature on this.
But I think that you have hired yourself an expedition
leader. There are some things I want to check out and I’ll
have some more questions, but as long as things check out, I
will accept your offer.”
“Wonderful!” Alex exclaimed. The women shook hands and Alex
saw Brianna out.
It wasn’t until Brianna was deeply involved in the
expedition and too committed to back out that she discovered
that Alex was, in truth, a spoiled rich bitch who abused
other people and insisted on getting her own way in
everything. It was also around this time that Alex started
to proposition her. So far, Brianna had managed to resist,
but she wondered how much longer she could hold out.
Finding the tomb complex had not been difficult. The map was
astonishingly accurate. Indeed, after a while, Brianna began
to suspect that Dunnet had been there before. The redheaded
woman showed a familiarity with the region that was
startling and Brianna sensed that the woman knew far more
than she was telling.
They swiftly started the difficult process of excavation.
Now, three months into the process, they were finally making
real progress. Alex had hired a team of 30 men, mostly local
people. She also brought along a number of servants. Alex
proved herself to be a hard worker and a knowledgeable
colleague. But she also proved to be an obnoxious and
difficult woman, a woman who fully believed in her own class
superiority. She was frequently rude and dismissive to her
servants and the workers. Her attitude was not so bad that
it created real problems, but it certainly made her
unlikable. Still, Brianna had worked with difficult people
The next morning, Brianna got up early to return to the
excavation. The team had found the outline of the temple and
begun the process of clearing away the earth covering it.
They had concentrated on finding the opening to the temple
and working in. Brianna and Alex were both determined to get
into the central chamber of the temple. Today, they would
finally break through.
It was in the late morning that the workers managed to clear
enough rubble and stone to access the door that led to the
inner chamber. Soon, Brianna and Alex were standing in front
of the door, as a group of men slowly pried it open. As the
gap opened, the rush of stale air from inside the temple
grew stronger. Finally, the opening was wide enough to allow
Brianna to squeeze in. Taking an LED lamp, she slipped into
the space and was surprised to find herself in a long,
narrow corridor. As far as she could see, it was stable and
clear and angled down about 20 feet to another wall or door.
As she walked carefully down the corridor, looking for signs
of booby traps or other dangers, Alex squeezed into the hall
behind her. She was carrying a small shoulder pack.
“Be careful, Alex,” Brianna said. “This place may be
booby-trapped, and it may be unstable.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s not,” Alex said, smiling confidently.
Before Brianna could question her certainty, the redhead
slipped past her and walked down the hall to the onyx door
at the end. She ran her hand over the smooth, featureless
surface. She turned back to Brianna, her gorgeous face lit
with excitement, her eyes glittering with anticipation.
“We’ve done it, Brianna!” Alex exclaimed. “And, now, it’s
time to go inside.” She pulled a golden necklace out of her
pack and slipped it around her neck. The pendant at the end
of the necklace settled into the hollow at Alex’s throat.
Brianna was puzzled by this action. She noted that the
pendant had a strange, ornate symbol on it. Alex held out
another necklace to Brianna.
“What is this?” Brianna asked, taking the necklace to
examine it. The symbol on this necklace seemed slightly
different from the one on Alex’s necklace, though Brianna
was not immediately sure what the difference was.
“These necklaces are ancient charms. They will protect us
and allow us to enter the chamber.”
“How do you know this?” Brianna asked, deeply suspicious and
irritated. Obviously, Alex knew far, far more about this
temple than she had admitted.
“I know more than I’ve let on, Brianna. I’ll explain why
later, but you have to trust me…these necklaces will work to
get us into the temple and it will be worth it.”
Brianna did not trust Alex at all, especially with this
abundant evidence that the other woman had been withholding
information. But she had not gotten where she was by being
timid or overcautious. Carefully, she slipped the necklace
around her neck. When it touched her bare skin, she felt a
frisson of electricity run through her body. Alex smiled at
her, then walked up to the large onyx door. She put her hand
on the surface. Then, slowly, she sank into the stone,
disappearing into it as though it were a piece of floating
darkness, not solid at all.
Brianna gasped as Alex vanished. Slowly, she approached the
onyx block. She put her hand on the stone and touched it. It
seemed to give, like a sponge, then she felt herself sinking
into the stone, almost as though she was being sucked in.
She fought back panic and decided not to resist. She
disappeared into the darkness. A moment later, she was on
the other side, standing in another corridor – maybe the
same one. But there was a clear end to the corridor another
20 feet down and a light shining up from the room at the
end. Alex was nowhere to be seen, but Brianna looked at the
ground. By the light from the room, by the light of her
lamp, she could see Alex’s footprints in the thick dust,
leading down to the chamber.
Brianna walked down the corridor, her hackles rising. There
was a great deal here that was very wrong. Where was the
light coming from? She could hear the sound of trickling
water. She stepped into a vast chamber. It was formed as a
giant circle. The ceiling arced more than 50 feet above her
head. In the center of the circle was a massive stone altar,
a long, smooth onyx slab, seemingly made from the same
material as the door she had just passed through. Looming
over the altar was a giant stone statue depicting a
horrible-looking demonic figure, with huge horns and
massive, curved fangs. It towered almost 20 feet over the
floor. Its enormous paws, adorned with formidable claws,
seemed to be holding the massive black slab on either side.
The altar was surrounded by a series of concentric circles.
First was a circle of sand. Giant braziers with blazing
torches formed the second circle. Finally, the entire area
was surrounded by a narrow moat, filled with clear water. An
ornate spout in the wall seemed to be the source of the
water, but where it drained was not clear. Just across from
the entry passage, a series of stones set in the water
formed a stepping bridge to the circle in the center.
Mirroring the concentric circles leading away from the altar
were circles in the ceiling. The ceiling was molded in such
a way that it seemed to radiate from a central point which
looked like an oval eye. As Brianna examined the
architecture, she realized that the eye was positioned
directly above the stone slab of the altar, not the statue.
Brianna saw Alex, now making her way over the stepping
stones toward the center of the room. Brianna hurried to
“Alex, be careful,” she called out. She did not shout;
something about this place made her feel that they were not
alone, that they were being watched or somehow in the
presence of some other awareness.
“Don’t worry, Brianna,” the redheaded aristocrat called
back. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”
Alex walked up to the altar and dropped to her knees in the
sand in front of the onyx block. She sat back on her
haunches and raised her hands over her head, arching her
back, her massive tits jutting out, and began to chant in an
ancient language. Brianna recognized the language, even if
she did not understand the words. She had heard this
language once before, when she had stumbled upon an ancient
sorcerous ritual in the mountains of Tibet. A chill ran up
her spine. At the same moment, a dull red glow appeared in
the stone eyes of the monstrous god on the altar. A rumble
rippled through the ceiling and Brianna had the distinct
impression that the circles in the ceiling had shifted.
She rushed up to Alex, who had stopped chanting, but was now
smiling excitedly up at the ominous stone statue. The
redheaded woman’s face seemed almost deliriously happy.
“What are you doing? What are you saying?!” Brianna shouted.
She grabbed Alex, pulling the redhead to her feet, and shook
her roughly. Alex tits bounced exuberantly. “You had better
tell me everything you know about this place, right now!”
With a surge of strength, Alex pushed Brianna’s arms away.
But the English woman did not seem angry. “Alright,” she
said. “I’ll tell you all I know. But first, I want to show
you this.” She reached into her pack and pulled out an
ancient parchment and handed it to Brianna. Brianna took the
scroll and unrolled it, holding it in front of her face to
read it. It depicted the altar that they were standing
beside. Lying on the slab was a figure of a woman; beside
the slab was the figure of a man. She could see that the man
was sporting an erection and that the woman seemed to have
her legs spread. Brianna’s first thought was that she was
looking at ancient pornography. There were glyphs beneath
the image and she began to read them. Suddenly, she felt a
sharp pain in her arm. She looked down to see a needle
protruding from her lower shoulder. Her eyes turned, wide
with shock, to Alex. The redhead smiled, a grin of malice
and lust and triumph. Then Brianna felt her world falling
away under her feet. Darkness raced up to envelope her as
her beautiful body collapsed to the sandy floor.
TO BE CONTINUED