Posted by Toby on January 17, 2004 at 06:47 [81.102.55.21]
I the pictures for this part are being drawn by Lito at the moment. I, for one, am looking forward to seeing them.
Enjoy the story if you've not read it before. If you have then enjoy it again! :-)
Part 3 - The Temple of Puoh
Sarah arrived back at the empty camp and searched around for her belongings. Her backpack was more or less intact except for the map, which Karl and Dung had taken with them. She began to collect her things together then stopped. No, she would leave things as they were and hide until they came back. If she took her things now the others would realise that something was wrong. If she was lucky they may go off in search of her and Puntah and leave the map behind. Without the map and her coded notebook, which they had not discovered, she could not finish her quest to find the temple.
It was still light when the others arrived back. They settled, then Dung queried the whereabouts of Puntah and her, he spoke briefly to Karl before picking up his rifle and making off towards the river leaving Karl at the camp. ‘Damn’ thought Sarah, she hadn’t allowed for this. She only had about twenty minutes before Dung returned to raise the alarm. Quietly she stalked up on Karl who fortunately had his back to her. He was busy preparing some tinned beef. Sarah hesitated then decided that she had little choice. With just a little remorse she rammed the butt of the gun onto Karl’s neck. The food tins scattered as Karl slumped forward, unconscious.
Sarah hurriedly searched his pockets and to her delight found the map. She collected enough food for herself and anything else she thought she might need. The remainder she piled up into a heap and set light to it. She took all the food and made off into the jungle in the direction of the main track. As she ran she threw the food away scattering it so that the two men would be left with nothing to eat. With no equipment they would be forced to return back to Brad Dyper empty handed.
Sarah stopped and checked the map, which had been usefully marked by Karl to show where they had been and hence failed to find the temple. She took off her backpack and her knife and carefully cut the stitching to a flap in the back. She removed the notebook and studied the map and her notes together. She worked out from the notes and Karl’s scribble the most likely place to search and decide to make some more ground between herself and Dung before stopping for the night.
Sarah slept well that night and as day broke she awoke to the sun streaming through he trees and the soft sound of a running stream. She lay there contemplating the events of the previous day and the one thing that came to mind was the intense pleasure she had felt when she let her poo slide out into her panties and the warm sticky sensation she had felt while it was between her legs. Her panties had been abandoned in the river probably the object of curiosity for some unfortunate crocodile. She lay there and moved herself around in her shorts. ‘Why not’, she thought there was a stream close by for washing, and it might be fun. She gave a little push and felt a lump ease its way out. She stopped pushing and felt the sensation of her opening being held open with a piece of poo. Her body followed up and with a little squeal she felt the piece slide out into her shorts and settle in her gusset. She gave a firm shove and filled her shorts with the remainder of hers body’s contents her pee dribbling onto her legs as she lay there. It felt quite pleasant. The trickle of hot pee and the warm soft lumps gave her some nice sensations on her skin. When she had finished she almost dozed off with the feeling and she lay there for about half an hour moving about slightly and enjoying the variations in sensation that she experienced.
She sat up squashing the poo against her and got to her feet. She decided that she would enjoy herself for as long as she could before cleaning up. Sarah collected her stuff together and made off in the direction she had mapped out. Her poo squeezed between her legs as she walked and she felt a piece slide down her leg hole and out onto the ground. After a few more paces the other pieces followed and Sarah looked down at the brown smear that ran down her legs from her indulgence. She reached the stream and washed herself clean before continuing along the track. She was pleased when at last she spotted a stone monolith amongst the trees and on closer inspection she discovered that it was indeed one of the outer pylons to the temple. She smiled to herself and walked on.
Although most of the temple was overgrown, the main structure grew out of the jungle into a small clearing. Sarah found a place to camp and after dropping her belongings she set about looking for the wall panel, which contained the secret writings. After an extensive search of the outside walls Sarah had found nothing to suggest anything about her quest. Nor had she found an entrance to the inner sanctum of the temple, which she hoped may contain the missing writings. She was tired and it was getting dark so she made up her camp and turned in for the night.
The next morning was bright and warm; Sarah ate her breakfast courtesy of Brad Dyper. The thought about the previous days search and considered that she would have to climb part of the temple wall to look for an opening to the inside. After an hours search she found a step covered in undergrowth which she must have missed yesterday. Eagerly she cut away at the greenery and after about tem minutes she had uncovered a flight of steps, which led up the side of the temple. They were practically invisible from the ground. Sarah came to a doorway and she cautiously drew her pistol and walked inside. It wasn’t that dark once she got inside and she found that she was in a short passage, which led in towards the centre. She finally came across an awesome sight.
The temple sanctum was lit by an opening in the roof and other windows, which covered the white marble walls and polished granite floor with a soft bright light. Statues of men and women were placed in niches around the walls. Sarah stepped down onto the polished stone floor and noticed the stream of running water that flowed through the centre of the sanctum. At one end she noticed a large statue obviously an image of a deity. The statue was carved in fine white marble and depicted a beautiful female, naked and swatting slightly over a carved channel in the floor. Sarah gasped with amazement for the goddess had a look of divine pleasure on her face and the reason was clear. From beneath her body poured the source of the temple stream. She was peeing into the carved channel, which in turn fed the water into a shallow pool in the centre of the sanctum. Furthermore, intricately carved out of brown granite was the goddess’s poo some lumps emerging from her body and a large pile beneath her.
Sarah found several panels of ancient writing around the sanctum and duly recorded them. She could read some and it was one particular panel that caught her eye. She could pick out the symbols for ‘temple’ and ‘scrolls’ and several words, which she could not decipher. Then she noticed the word for ‘copulation’. She looked again at the statues around the walls the smaller statues were of men and women in various sexual positions. One group depicted a woman with a penis in her mouth and one inside her vagina. She was clearly peeing and pooing at the same time. Another girl squatted over a man with his penis inside her and her long thick log of shit curling down onto his belly. To the left of that was a girl with a young mans penis in her mouth and he was emptying his bowels into her hands as she sucked him.
Sarah spent the next two hours photographing and recording what she saw. She wasn’t to clear what Sir Beville would make of all this when he saw it. All she knew was that it was having a strangely exciting effect on her. She rested on a flat platform carved out of the marble just below the goddess. This must have been where they gave offerings to her, presumably from their own bodies. Sarah’s mind began to race. She would make her own gift to the goddess. She had felt the urge to go for some time and decided to indulge herself in the quiet cool sanctuary of the temple.
Sarah stripped off her top, her boots and socks and knelt in front of the statue in just her shorts. She felt a cool breeze enter through the openings in the temple and gently brush her skin and her nipples until they were quite erect. She sat back on her heels and closed her eyes. She breathed deeply to relax; she imagined the temple at the prime of its life with, priests, attendants and worshipers gathered around her as she prepared to pay homage to this beautiful goddess. Sarah imagined the faint sounds of music and the smell of burning incense filling the warm air around her as she felt her body loosen and her bowels prepare themselves for the offering.
Sarah raised her bottom of her heels and began to sway her hips to the imaginary music. She ran her hands gently over her breasts, her fingers brushing across her nipples sending little bursts of pleasure through her body. As she swayed she felt the first cramp move through and she knew her shit was about to emerge. Determined to prolong her pleasure, she closed her sphincter and quickened her breathing as the firm log tried to nose its way out of the tight opening. Sarah gave tiny grunts of effort as she tried to hold it in. However she knew she couldn’t maintain this state of equilibrium for much longer and soon the turd began to push firmly through her hole.
The first cramp ceased and Sarah could feel the tip of her poo rubbing against the rough canvas material of her shorts, sending little waves of pleasure around her anal opening. She knew the second cramp would succeed where the first had been forestalled. She spread her knees further apart which made her gusset quite taught and still rubbing her nipples and moving her hips she waited for the next push. It came with more force than Sarah anticipated. With stiffness that Sarah had seldom experienced before the lump eased itself firmly into her shorts and met the taught resistance of the material. Sarah stopped moving she felt her face redden with the effort and heard the dry sticky sound of her poo emerging. She gave two terse grunts as her body forced the lump into her gusset. It began to curl down between her legs and she felt it slide underneath her and finally come to rest. Sarah gasped for breath and then the next push came. It had nowhere to go. Sarah squealed as the warm poo forced its way into her gusset and she carefully turned around to lay on her back. The cold marble made her draw a breath as it kissed her skin, but in this position she created some new sensations around her loins.
With her feet flat on the floor Sarah raised her hips and with the poo still emerging she rotated her body and sighed as she felt the warm sticky mess ooze into every part of her gusset. Her hands left her breasts and one migrated to the back of her shorts and felt the nice big pile through the material. The other hand she pushed down the front of her shorts to play with her now wet clitoris. As a third piece of poo emerged Sarah pressed the pile through the material of her shorts, squeezing it and spreading it against her skin, her other hand gently circled her engorged clit until she came. Her body twitched with the beautiful spasms until Sarah relaxed breathless onto the marble floor. She was not done yet.
After a couple of minutes she got to her feet and squeezed the poo further between her legs and felt it ooze up between her buttocks. She then stood legs apart and with her finger still gently with her clit she waited for her bladder to oblige. After a few seconds Sarah felt the warm stream of pee against her thighs and her skin. She sighed gently as the sound of cascading water hitting the marble floor, the feeling of the warm streams running down her legs and over her feet forming a pool into which she stood. She felt her second orgasm approach. Her legs parted in anticipation and she struggled to hold her balance. The sensations of her fingers playing with the pee as it emerged from her, the feelings of the warm water, her aching clit and the sensation of a large lump of wet poo sliding down one leg of her shorts all proved too much for Sarah to endure. Her eyes opened wide as the second even more intense orgasm racked her body with spasms as the sliding poo drew brown marks down her legs as it dropped to the floor into the golden puddle beneath. Sarah struggled to stay on her feet and finally with a huge sigh she regained her composure.
“Er Hi! My name’s Toby” came a soft voice from behind her.
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