Relic Hunter - Elixir of Desire

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Relic Hunter - Elixir of Desire

Postby Viridian » Tue Apr 08, 2014 4:27 pm

Relic Hunter: Elixir of Desire
By Viridian

Nigel sensed a different mood at the Trinity College office. There was tension in the air…something he was not accustomed to, yet familiar. He wondered what schemes his supervisor, the beautiful Sydney Fox, was putting together. It had been a rather quiet month, and he was fully expecting her to drag him along somewhere. Maybe the Caribbean this time? He took a breath and entered. “Morning, Claudia”. The blonde office assistant didn’t reply, or even notice that Nigel had greeted her. Her gaze was fixed on the monitor. “Morning, Claudia!”

She nearly jumped. She seemed breathless and blushed. She hastily rearranged some papers and nearly knocked over her mug. “Oh, hi, Nigel.” Nigel stood behind her and looked at the screen. “What are you so distracted over?” he asked. Claudia tried to hide the screen, but Nigel pried her hands away. “Quicksand? Why are you reading about quicksand?”

“Oh, you know,” Claudia stammered, “I was just looking at stuff that, you know, you and Sydney might come across. It’s really dangerous! It sucks you down!”

“Really?” Nigel cocked his eyebrow. “We’ve never encountered quicksand. And quicksand does not suck you down! Where are you getting this from anyway?” Claudia quickly closed the browser, but Nigel was sure he saw a photo of a topless woman in quicksand. What was Claudia up to? Was she really looking up…no, best not to ask. “Where’s Sydney?”

“Oh,” Claudia sighed in relief, sensing that Nigel was finally getting off her back. “She received a package this morning. She’s been in the office since.”

“Thank you.” Nigel walked over to Sydney’s office. Funny, he thought. Considering everything they’ve experienced so far, it was odd that the relic-hunting duo hadn’t come across quicksand. There was that chamber of filling sand in Nepal, and that one mud pit, but not quicksand. A thought came into mind. What would it be like to be trapped in quicksand with Sydney? He shook his head. Come on Nigel, get your head out of the gutter.

He opened the door – perhaps at an inopportune moment. Sydney was seated at her desk and appeared to be buttoning her blouse. Nigel swore he caught a flash of a bare breast, but she quickly covered up. Her skin was shiny from a thin layer of sweat and she seemed to be breathing heavily. “Oh, Nigel. What…what are you doing here?”

“Um…”Nigel tried to avert his gaze from her cleavage. “You asked me to come in…and…you received a package of some sort?”

“Oh…” Sydney’s eyes glanced at the small wooden box on her desk. “It’s…nothing. Look, I’ve received another request. I’ve booked a flight for us. We’re going to Thailand.”

“Thailand? What on earth are looking for?”

“I’ll explain on the flight. I’ve got a few things to handle before we go. Could you, you know, start packing perhaps?” Nigel gulped, nodded and left Sydney alone in her office. Sydney sighed. That was close. Her bra had dropped behind the table and her blouse was dark enough to conceal her nipples, so hopefully Nigel hadn’t caught on. Beneath the desk, she was naked from the waist down. Her fingers were still stroking her crotch. She had barely heard Nigel entering the office. She quickly got dressed and tidied her appearance. She took another look at the powdery substance inside the box before closing it. Was she going to expect more of this in Thailand?

* * *

Sydney was acting strangely. Nigel couldn’t quite figure out why, or even how. She was determined, as always, but she seemed lost at the same time. He couldn’t tell if it was just her being focused and going through things in her mind, but he could definitely say she was distracted. Though she was known to wear revealing clothing in the field, she hadn’t even put on a bra, and she didn’t seem pay attention to the glances. It might not have been such a bad idea when they arrived in Thailand. The humid weather made Nigel wish he had brought something more appropriate than his sweaters, while Sydney was comfortable with her tank top and khaki pants.

The site was located an hour from the nearest city, hidden amongst a small local village. Sydney said nothing about her contact, but if Nigel was feeling uncomfortable with Sydney’s unusual openness, he was stunned by their new acquaintance. Helena Jensen was blonde, athletic, not unlike Sydney in build and with the same kind of determination. Nigel’s eyes were immediately drawn to her chest. Her white blouse was unbuttoned to show her ample cleavage. Nigel, with all his politeness, tried his best not to stare. Not that Helena seemed to mind; her eyes were solely on Sydney.

“As beautiful as I imagined you would be,” said Helena. She gave Nigel a token glance. “I wasn’t aware that you were travelling…together.”

“Uh, no,” Nigel stammered, trying to tear his gaze away from her firm breasts. “You see, I’m just her…her…uh…”

“…assistant,” Sydney finished. She stood with her hands on her hips and her chest pushed outward. She was well aware of the fact that Helena was sizing her up, and Sydney did the same. They both knew that Helena probably had the edge in her physical prowess, but Sydney was willing to play along.

“I hope you found my package to be…exciting…” said Helena.

“Quite,” Sydney replied. “What’s this all about?”

“Mmm…I could tell you, but I like a bit of…foreplay. Take a look around. What do you notice?”

Sydney’s eyes scanned the village. There were a few dozen people in sight, and the community probably had a couple hundred people. The thatched huts and farms weren’t anything special. Was there something Helena wanted her to see?

“It’s boring.”

Sydney turned to her assistant. Did Nigel really just say that? Nigel shrugged. “What? It is. There’s more excitement in trying to explain archaeology to Claudia.”

“That’s exactly it,” Helena said. “You could say this place is rather…limp.”

“I’m afraid I don’t quite follow,” Sydney replied.

Helena smiled. “You’ll hardly believe this. For thousands of years, this village used to be a thriving hub for the region. Not just in produce, but in population. You see, the people were known for…being very reproductive. Some say it was something in the water. It may have been just a local myth or an urban legend. But, in the last century, the local populace has shrunk to a fraction of its peak size. No diseases, no migration. It’s like everyone stopped being interested in having families.”

“You mean…” Nigel interrupted. “That the people have…lost their mojo?” His choice of words earned a shake of the head from Sydney.

“That’s right. Just look at how the people are interacting with each other. It’s lifeless. There’s no drive. Soon the people will age and there won’t be anyone left to continue the village traditions. The village elders themselves have identified this threat and have sought our assistance.”

“Right,” said Sydney. “So, how exactly are we meant to encourage the population to reproduce? I’m not exactly a marriage counsellor.”

Helena licked her lips. “You are something of a relic hunter, if my sources are correct. You see, there was a secret to the village’s ancient prosperity. Legends speak of an elixir made by the wise men of the village which, when consumed, would lead to uncontrollable desire. The line of wise men has long since died out, which coincided with the decline of the community. Our efforts in excavating the ruins of the nearby temples have brought little, but have unearthed enough to make me believe that there is something to be found. We uncovered broken vials containing dried powders. The powders had aphrodisiac properties, but you could say that they were well past their use-by date. I sent one of the better samples to you.”

Sydney gulped. If that had been an old sample, she wondered what a fresh dose would feel like. “Well, I don’t imagine they would’ve had the best in refrigeration technology. I doubt any of the samples will be of use to us. Where exactly would we find a fresh sample?”

“Ah, we don’t need a fresh sample,” Helena replied. “What we’re looking for is something even more useful. My sources indicate that one of the last wise men, knowing that his time would end, tried to preserve his secret knowledge. He set up his lab in the nearby ruins, which is where we found the vials. The real treasure, I believe, is the recipe.”

Sydney nodded. “What are we waiting for then? I’m a little…excited about this. Come on Nigel. Nigel?”

Nigel suddenly shook and snapped out of his trance. He hadn’t been listening to a single thing. What had he been paying attention to? Helena smiled at him and glanced down at her chest. She knew.

* * *

The ruins were what Nigel expected them to look like: large stone pillars, intricate decorations, and partially consumed by the jungle. The humidity and the insects were a constant annoyance, as was the fact that both the women had left him out of their conversation. But if the sight of the two lovely, scantily-clad women was a distraction, the two thugs that were escorting them were an outright nuisance. Once they stopped for a rest, he shuffled over to Sydney. “What’s with those men?” he whispered. Helena overheard. “They’re my guards. I don’t quite trust the local population, and their poverty has made them loot these ruins. I’m just making sure that the locals stay away until we find the elixir.”

“A temple like this would house many treasures,” said Sydney. “We should try to preserve as much as we can.”

They reached a crumbling structure. The entrance was blockaded by dense roots and boulders, but Helena pointed out a few holes in the wall. “It’s a tight fit. I don’t think my men will find it comfortable inside. Perhaps Nigel should wait out here as well.”

Sydney nodded to Nigel. “You heard her, Nigel.”

“Sydney, I must protest,” Nigel replied. He pulled her over. “We just met this woman, and she hasn’t shown anything to prove that we can trust her. She’s got her own…thugs!”

“Nigel, I know what I’m doing. Besides, I know how to take of myself. How about you make some friends?”

“Wait, you can’t just leave me here with…them!”

Sydney patted him on the shoulder. “Find some common ground. I’m sure you’ll find them to be quite amicable.” Leaving the panicking Nigel, she followed Helena into the ruin.

Helena’s instructions made sense. The gaps in the ruins they had to crawl through were very small, testing even Sydney’s agility, though she found some of the obstacles a squeeze for her well-endowed figure. Despite the challenge, Sydney found herself mesmerised by Helena’s confidence. Helena told her about the history of the ruined temple, about how legends told of its ancient use as a ritual ground for a forgotten fertilisation ceremony, intended both for the growth of their crops and their children. To Sydney, Helena’s description sounded like a tribal orgy.

They finally got out of the narrow passages and found themselves in a chamber. The broken stone roof revealed a beam of light that, had this been a Hollywood film, would have pointed to the elixir’s location, but instead it shone onto an otherwise plain slab.

“This looks important,” Sydney commented. “It would seem that there was a bigger entrance. It’s out of the way enough to be someone’s private workspace.”

“It’s certainly…private,” Helena mused. Her eyes glanced at Sydney’s sweaty body. Her tank top was plastered against her skin, revealing the faint outline of her nipples. Part of her top had torn off during the crawl, revealing enough underboob to tantalise Helena, who had also lost a few buttons on her blouse. “I must say, Sydney, you’re everything they say you are.”

Sydney followed Helena’s gaze and blushed, but made no attempt to cover up. “That depends on who you ask.”

For a moment, the two women stared dreamily at each other, only to be interrupted by a nearby explosion that shook the ruins. “Damn, that must be Robert!” Helena cursed, referring to her hired muscle. “I told him not to use explosives!”

“The blast shook the place up pretty badly,” said Sydney. “We should get out before we get flattened by a falling rock and see what’s happening outside.”

Before Sydney made a move, she realised…she couldn’t. Looking down, she saw her boots had sunken into the sandy floor, and only the top of her boots were showing. “Wait,” she said, holding onto Helena’s shoulder. “Don’t move.”

“What is this?” Helena asked, looking down at her buried feet.

“I think it’s quicksand. There must be a source of water below us and it’s come up through the sand because of the explosion. We have to be careful. If we disturb the sand, we’ll get pulled down.” Even without moving, the sand was creeping towards their knees. “Okay, I’ve got a pla-“

Sydney was cut off by another explosion. The chamber trembled. The sand rippled and the women slipped down to their thighs…and kept on sinking. “Oh god,” cried Helena. “What are going to do?”

Sydney remembered hearing from somewhere that one shouldn’t struggle in quicksand, but she didn’t have time for the slow and steady escape, not with the walls and roof threatening to collapse on them. Looking around, she noted that they were in the middle of some kind of pit with raised stone ledge. At some point in history it might have been a pool, but now it was a deadly trap. Unfortunately, the smooth ledge was too far and there was nothing to grab onto nearby. The quicksand was approaching their hips and time was running out.

“Sydney, watch out!”

A fragment of the roof broke off. Sydney would have instinctively dodged, but the quicksand held her in place. Tumbling towards her, the stone collided with another ledge on the way down, breaking apart and landing harmlessly onto the ledge beside Sydney. The impact caused the quicksand pit to ripple and the women sunk to their waists.

“Helena, I have an idea!” Sydney yelled. She took off her ripped tank top. “Give me your shirt.”

“What?” Helena protested, but the feeling of the quicksand rising over her hips told her to comply. She quickly took off her blouse and handed it to Sydney, who tied the two garments together to form a rope. With delicate precision, she tossed one end and snagged it onto the broken stone, sinking to her ribs while doing so. “Got it!”

Helena watched nervously. “What about me?” Sydney turned to see Helena up to her breasts. Holding onto the fragile lifeline, Sydney reached out towards Helena, who was now down to her shoulders. Feeling the quicksand grope her own breasts, Sydney gritted her teeth and strained to get hold of Helena. Just as her neck disappeared, Sydney grabbed hold of her and hauled her towards the safety of the ledge. Helena eagerly reached wrapped her arms around Sydney while Sydney used her other arm to pull them both to the edge and held herself steady. Now out of imminent danger, Sydney noticed how close their bodies were pressed together. Helena was hanging on for dear life. Their bare breasts were pressed tightly together, lubricated by the gritty moisture. Sydney moaned softly from the close contact. Shaking her head clear, Sydney first helped Helena out of the pit before pulling herself free. They sat on the ledge, topless and covered in sand, and looked at each other.

“So much for that,” Sydney gasped. “Well, hopefully your men are as well-mannered as Nigel. Otherwise, we’ve got some explaining to do.”

“And I think this explains something,” Helena replied, looking up. The falling stone had smashed against part of the wall, which had now partially collapsed, revealing another chamber on the other side. “The stonework on this side is different. It looks like the wall might have been built to seal whatever’s on the other side. We would never have found it if it hadn’t been knocked down.”

Picking themselves up, and ignoring their immodest state, they continued to explore. The hole in the wall led through another passage, ending in a smaller chamber. Here, they found the walls to be intricately carved with details depicting people and plants, resembling the agricultural scene that would have been prevalent at the time. More interesting, however, were clay jars. Some were broken, but two were intact. If there was any doubt over the contents, it was removed when they inhaled the chamber air and felt a familiar sense of arousal.

“Jackpot,” Sydney declared. “This must be the elixir. It looks like the room was sealed when the community began to disappear, to preserve the elixir for future generations.”

“What about the recipe?” Helena asked. The chamber and the jars contained nothing resembling a recipe. It made sense that the ancient forerunners would not have access to paper or parchment, or even if they had a written language. As Helena remembered, they passed their traditions down orally. “Still, we’ve got these samples. We could analyse them and reverse-engineer the formula.”

“Let’s grab the jars and go,” Sydney advised. “I’m feeling a little light-headed in here, if you know what I mean.”

As they left the secret stash, another explosion rocked the ruins, this time coming from the large chamber. They hurried out to see the opposite wall blown open, revealing a way out. Through the gap, Helena’s lead guard, Robert, stepped through with his fellow guard. Eager to hand off the heavy jar, Helena skirted around the quicksand pit and passed it over to Robert. Sydney followed behind and handed hers to the second guard. Both women covered up while he fetched something from his pack, presumably a spare shirt. Robert glanced at the two relic hunters, clad only in their dirty pants and boots.

“What were those explosions about?” Sydney asked, sternly. “And where’s Nigel?”

Robert laughed. “That English bumpkin? He’s an interesting fellow. He’s got a fascination with weapons and explosives, and we had some with us, so we let him blow the entrance to the ruin. We figured it was more exciting than waiting for you to finish crawling around. Plus, we thought you’d thank us for the convenience.” Robert pointed at the new opening, admiring his handiwork, much to Helena’s disapproval. “Your friend’s gone back to fetch more explosives. He’s an excitable chap, isn’t he, Miguel?”

The second guard looked up and smiled, but said nothing. Helena reached out for the shirt he was retrieving, but stopped. Miguel held out not a shirt, but a pistol. Pointing it at the two women, he ushered them back to the ruined chamber. With their hands raised, the women gave the two guards a full-frontal view. Robert nodded with approval.

“What’s going on, Robert?” Helena demanded. “You’re working for me!”

“I was,” he replied. “But I figured I could make more money from this…elixir. Think about it: a formula that makes people want to have sex. We could sell this for millions.”

“But it’s for the villagers!” Helena protested.

“That’s what I thought you would say. But helping a few farmers won’t make us rich. I thought we’d take the formula ourselves and sell it. But first, I want to see if this thing really works.”

He ordered the women to strip off their remaining clothing. Sydney had been in many perilous situations before and scanned carefully for any leverage, but the guards knew what they were doing. Rather than be up close and personal, they stood well back, preventing Sydney from lashing out and disarming them. She had no option but to comply, removing her boots, trousers and underwear, and stood naked alongside Helena.

“Now, walk backwards until I say stop.”

They obeyed, stepping backwards slowly through the rubble. Through the stress of the situation, they hadn’t noticed where Robert was directing them until he told them to stop. They felt the soft sand beneath their feet move, and then it struck them: they were standing in the quicksand pit. As soon as they were both in the pit, they began sinking.

“Is this how you intend to get rid of us?” Sydney glared at the rogue guards.

“No,” Robert replied, “I intend to test this so-called elixir of desire.” He signalled to Miguel, who grabbed one of the elixir jars and walked over to the pit. “From your notes, the elixir doesn’t need to be consumed. One only needs to be exposed to the elixir. Let’s see if this is true.” Miguel broke the seal of the jar and poured the liquid into the pit.

Sydney watched as the fluid spread through the moist sand. She grasped their plan: unable to escape the quicksand, they would succumb to the effects of the elixir. Sydney had experienced inhaling a dried sample in her office and was overwhelmed by the erotic effects. She didn’t want to imagine what it would feel like to be exposed to a preserved liquid sample. The smell – as she would later learn, was only detectable to women – quickly filled her nostrils. The physical contact with the skin felt prickly at first, but then made her feel at ease. Then the elixir’s potency kicked in. Her body suddenly went into a spasm of ecstasy. Helena, too, was experience the same pangs of pleasure. The sensation was like having every sensitive body part being stimulated at once. Sydney’s hands passed over her breasts and she moved her fingers between her legs with the subconscious notion of easing the arousal, but it instead brought her to orgasm. It was so quick that she had reached her peak in less than a minute.

“Wow, this ancient potion really does work,” said Robert. “Let’s get his back to civilisation and get rich. Let’s go, Miguel.”

“Wait!” Helena called out. “You can’t leave us here!”

Robert walked off. He turned his head back to the women. “You’ll never want to leave.” He and Miguel disappeared from view.

In their short struggle, the women had sunk to their upper thighs, and the arousal came back. Helena couldn’t stop herself from massaging her own breasts. She desperately wanted someone to relieve her arousal. Next to her, Sydney was fighting the same urges, but she realised that their predicament was dire. They were still sinking in quicksand. The rubble that landed in the pit had sunk under, but she saw the makeshift lifeline she had used earlier just within reach. If she could get hold of it, they might have a chance of escaping. The sand touched her crotch, and her self-control vaporised. She moaned uncontrollably. She felt invisible hands caress had torso, and the quicksand licked against her womanhood. It was impossible to keep still. Her delirious sexual motions drove her deeper. She reached another orgasm. Gasping, she settled deeper still, but now their lifeline was too far. There was a brief moment of respite as their bodies recovered, but the effects of the elixir were still strong. With the quicksand just below their breasts, Sydney feared that they would lose all control if they sank any deeper. They kept as still as possible, resisting the returning urges, but they were rapidly reaching breaking point.

Then they heard a voice. “Robert? Is that you? I hope I’m not disturbing you or anything.”

Between gasps, Sydney managed to call out. “Nigel!” Nigel appeared in the opening carrying a bag of explosives. Upon seeing the topless women, he dropped the bag and closed his eyes. “Damn it Nigel, get us out of-...ungggh!” Her breasts touched the sand, sending her into another wave of arousal. Helena was already succumbing and was sinking rapidly.

Nigel acted quickly. He had rope in his pack and tossed it out to Sydney. He kept his eyes averted form his mentor’s nakedness, but he couldn’t block out her moaning. The blood rushed from his brain, nearly causing him to topple into the pit, but he managed to steady himself enough to pull Sydney towards the edge. However, Helena was nearly going under. Sydney, recovering from her arousal momentarily, yelled at Helena to grab onto her legs. Helena did so, clamping her arms around Sydney’s lower body and hauling herself closer. Both women were shoulder deep. Sydney hung onto the rope as if her life depended on it. The contact with Helena triggered another spasm of ecstasy, and Helena now had the irresistible urge to fondle Sydney. Despite the intense distractions to all three of them, they managed to escape the stimulating sand.

“Oh god, that’s the best blowjob I ever had,” Sydney blurted out uncharacteristically. Recovering from her last orgasm, she glanced at Nigel, who was trying to hide the bulge in his pants. Ignoring this, Sydney reverted to her familiar danger mentality. “We need to stop those thugs.”

Helena concurred. “They’re probably taking the same trail back to our base camp, but I know a faster way. We can cut them off.”

Sydney look at Nigel’s explosives bag. “And I think I know just how to make an explosive entrance.”

Nigel looked at the bag, and then back at the women. “Shouldn’t…you put some clothes on first?”

* * *

Robert was already dreaming out how he would spend his millions. He personally carried the remaining jar, satisfied with its authentic effects. As he and Miguel trekked down the isolated trail, he failed to notice the trap that lay ahead. Without warning, a blast knocked them both down. Before he could stand up, a mud-covered figure appeared out of nowhere. Miguel stood up first, but the figure performed a jumping kick to his chest. Robert got up and swung at the assailant, who ducked under and struck him several times before kicking him in the groin. Miguel was knocked out with another kick. In agony, Robert tried crawling away. He grabbed the jar and tried to run, but a kick sent him sprawling forwards. The jar flew out of his hands and he landed flat on his face.

“Woo! That’s how you go out with a bang!” Nigel yelled from his clumsily concealed position off the track, but very satisfied with is handiwork. Helena ran to the trail to join Sydney, who stood victorious – and naked – over the treacherous Robert. Looking past this scene, Helena followed the dropped jar, which was rolling down a slope. She made it in time to see the jar tumble off the edge and into a deep gully, smashing against the rocks and releasing its contents into the soil below. She looked in despair, but Sydney approached her and placed her hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I think the villagers will be happy.”

* * *

Back at Trinity College, Sydney heard a knock on her office door. Nigel slipped inside sheepishly. “Look, Sydney, I just want to say that…uh, I…I think you’re a very attractive woman.”

This made Sydney laugh. “Nigel, please, you make it sound like you’ve never seen a naked woman before.” His silent reaction reflected that she was probably right. “Anyway,” she said, changing the subject. “What did you come to see me for, if you can get your head out of the gutter?”

“Well, I was wondering, since we lost the last samples of the elixir, how would that help the villagers?”

Sydney removed her glasses and sat back in her chair. “We know for sure that one of the elixirs was lost and unrecoverable. The second elixir, as you may recall, was emptied into the quicksand pit, and I can assure you that the effects are very potent. When we told the elders, they were actually quite receptive to the idea of using the pit as a new ceremony to encourage couples to copulate.”

“But wouldn’t the effects deteriorate over time?”

“The pit is a rather closed system, so the elixir won’t become diluted very quickly. And when it does, the villagers have the recipe.” Sydney smiled, sensing Nigel’s confusion. “The markings on the wall of the secret chamber actually document how the elixir is made. Knowing that their knowledge would pass out of memory, they recorded it the best way they could: by engraving it in stone, it would last for ages, and they sealed it off. The engravings are detailed enough to make out the ingredients and how they are processed, and while the oral history of the elixir is gone, enough local traditions remain to identify the pieces to put them back together. With some trial and error, the villagers can recreate the elixir, and no one from the outside world will know.”

Sydney’s explanation was interrupted by a sudden moaning from outside. Alarmed, Sydney and Nigel stepped outside. Only Claudia was in the office, but rather than sorting through papers or doing her course work, she had a video displayed on her screen showing a scantily-clad woman in quicksand. The woman – and Claudia – were clearly enjoying the experience. Claudia quickly closed the video and spun around in her chair. “Oh, I was, uh, just doing some research for a geography project. Did you know that some people actually get sexual pleasure from being in quicksand?”

Sydney looked at Nigel, and winked.
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Re: Relic Hunter - Elixir of Desire

Postby Stephymink » Tue Apr 08, 2014 11:51 pm

Hahaha the ending was amusing. Nice story Viridian.

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Re: Relic Hunter - Elixir of Desire

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Loverly! :D


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