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God damnit, I lied again. because of the unexpected Chapter 36, I ended up writing the dig chapter with Hanson first, so here it is. I might have to spell check and grammar check later but right now I’m done for the night/day/early morning/sleep….
I will definitely post Mark/Lara next. Fingers crossed
Chapter 37: Hanson’s Dig Part 1
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The excavation site, an ancient temple, was, in many ways, a contradiction to many of Hanson’s current archaeological beliefs regarding the ancient Peruvians.
Upon first glance of its religious and architectural , this temple’s estimated date of construction should be firmly within the span of the pre-columbian Tiwanaku empire. However, several things were very off.
First, this site was hundreds of miles away from the actual site of the ancient Tiwanaku capital, past its borders. In fact, the site seemed to bear significant influences from multiple areas, and time periods, of Peru’s pre-columbian history.
While cultural crosstalk due to war and trade was common, the level of fusion of the temple implied a joint worship of cloned or otherwise plain contradicting deities.
In layman’s terms, it would be if the Romans had built temples of Jupiter and Zeus right next to each other, or even put two statues of the differently named but otherwise synonymous deity into one temple.
The presence of other deities that aren’t even within the known span of the Tiwanaku culture expand the temporal scope of this site hundreds of years in both direction. It was hard to say without further carbon dating of the entrance’s huge stones, but just judging by the artwork, the construct could very well be as old as 2000BC, but contained developments that had to have been as recent as 1600AD.
Even more perplexing was the complete lack of civilization in the immediate areas of the temple. The amount of manpower necessary to build this behemoth, which if the survey team predicts may even surpass that of the Chinese necropolis of Qin Shi Huang in terms of size and depth alone.
The lack of evidence of any sort of work town that must have been required to support the tens, maybe hundreds, of thousands of ancient laborers defied logic.
The closest known major ancient settlement capable of supporting such a workforce was at least a full 100 kilometers away.
Before any of those questions could be answered, however, there was a far simpler task at hand.
How in the world to progress beyond the entrance of this temple.
Understandable, due to years of neglect and weathering, the entrance, which at one point had been several meters tall and three meters wide, had become partially blocked in by accumulated sediment as well as plant overgrowth.
All of that has since been cleared away, thanks to Salvatore’s men and equipment.
A large, almost cathedral quality main hall, partially cleared of the same scars of time as the entrance, presented Everest with the main problem.
The square hall had four door ways, the largest of which immediately led to the outside entrance.
Of the remaining three doorways, the walls had been designed to taper into three preposterously narrow hallways, barely large enough for a man to crawl on all fours. It was more appropriate to refer to them as tunnels.
At the end of each tunnel was a small square chamber of roughly ten meters tall, wide, and deep. Sitting on a stone bench in the center of each chamber was a stone statue of an ancient Peruvian, whom all seemed to be watching over the tunnels leading to their domains.
And that’s it.
Ignoring the statues, pots and urns that filled the anti-chambers, the walls themselves were a made of a hard blackened rock densely populated with linguistic engravings, hieroglyphs, and pictograms.
Hanson’s team quickly determined that their were several places in these walls that clearly should lead to more hallways, and chambers.
They hadn’t the faintest of clues as to how to get in.
Simply blowing through the walls with explosives would cost them huge portions of the hieroglyphics, which matched the design of the temple’s exterior in terms of multi-cultural depth.
Examination of the walls eventually yielded well hidden, nearly hairline thin, crevices that hinted that the parts of the walls had been designed to open up under certain conditions.
Then, before Hanson could start to decipher the wall for instructions on getting past the three antechambers, disaster struck.
The air inside the antechambers had been thoroughly tested, and shown to be remarkably fresh via some surviving form of ventilation, yet the three local workers that had been the first to enter each of the tunnels and antechambers with flashlights, collapsed within minutes of exiting them to report their findings.
Upon awaking, they seemed disoriented, frightened, but retained no memory of having ever entered the antechambers.
Hanson himself had entered one of the antechambers right after the three workers had come out, but had yet to exhibit the same symptoms as them. After careful consideration, he had bravely chose to visit the other two antechambers, giving himself half an hour of rest in between each visit to observe for side effects.
So far, he was still up and walking.
However, no one else besides him proved as lucky. After different trio of local workers suffered the same collapses and short term memory loss, no one other than Hanson himself dared to re-enter the antechambers. Even his assistants weren’t willing to do so, only going so far as to stacking all of their equipment in the main hall, leaving it to Hanson to lug nearly all of the power cables and standing lights into each of the antechambers to illuminate the walls for further study.
It was a grueling task, especially for an early sixties man like him.
Thus, the first day of excavation quickly stalled well before lunch time, and all of his labors left Hanson aching and in an absolutely foul mood.
And Lara was no where to be found throughout the entire process.
Hanson could only imagine where she and the motorhome had absconded to, and despite himself, found it annoying that Lara was not here to help him.
Not that he expected her to offer anything he didn’t already know, but with no other person to blame, Hanson’s anger became centralized on Lara’s absence. He had already forgotten that only the day prior, it was his prerogative to keep Lara from ever entering the excavation site and stealing credit from his hard work.
It would appear that her widely publicized successes in recent years have gone to her head, and now this spoiled...horny little minx was playing hooky, undoubtedly skinny dipping again somewhere deep in the jungle.
Hanson partially ignored the stiffening of his member at the thought of Lara’s nude form fully illuminated in broad daylight. He still had her underwear stashed in his tent to alleviate that urge when he got back to camp.
At the moment, he was more caught up with his fury that she was treating his excavation with so little respect.
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Thus, Hanson’s greeting of Lara when she showed up at three in the afternoon was far from polite.
“Where have you been all of this morning?”
“I’m sorry, Dr. Hanson, I got caught up with some other business. Would you bring me up to speed? I would love to be able to see what you’ve uncovered.” Lara said apologetically, her voice coming off as sultry to his ears, which immediately assuaged his anger…
...and replacing it once more with the fear that she was going to get far more credit than was due to her if he let her in on the operations.
Hanson was about to find an excuse to keep Lara stationed at the entrance of the temple, when he saw one of the disoriented workers from earlier in the morning sitting on a log, massaging his temple and clearly still somewhat catatonic.
“Actually, Lara dear, you’ve come at the right time.” Hanson said, proceeding to quickly fill Lara in regarding the general layout of the entrance area of the temple.
He even admitted to being momentarily stumped regarding how to get past the three sealed antechambers.
“There does seem to be some sort of hysteria affecting the locals here, and I can’t for the life of me convince them to go back into the temple, even though it’s been perfectly safe for myself. My useless assistants…” he wrinkled his nose at his nearby compadres, “are similarly spooked. I understand you seem to have some experience regarding supposedly haunted tombs, so perhaps you’d be so courageous as to accompany me into these antechambers to get a better look at the writings on the walls.
“Those were my thoughts exactly, Dr.” Lara said, as she pulled her utility belt around her thin waist, enthusiastically bounding up the sloped earth leading to the entryway. Hanson followed behind, enjoying the view of her behind, which he could now imagine more intimate details due to his euphoric late night excursion.
Hanson’s own crew made some effort to look productive, and went off around the outside of the temple with their sonar equipment, with only his personal assistant having the scintilla of guts to settle down in the main chamber in case Hanson needed to call to him for something.
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Lara went into the leftmost tunnel first, following the dim glow of the lights Hanson had placed in the antechamber at the far end. Hanson found this an excuse to turn on his head lamp, which afforded him an exquisite view of Lara’s behind as she lithely crawled down the tunnel in front of him.
Her shorts hugged her buttocks and crotch so tightly Hanson was almost certain she wore no underwear, and in fact could see the creases of the fabric against the folds of her nether regions. He spent the majority of the crawl trying to make out the bump in the fabric that might be the clitoral piercing he hoped she was wearing.
Reach out and grab the girl’s buttocks. A voice inside Hanson’s head said, and had he been able to spare a hand from the crawling, he believed he may very well have done so. He sighed in inward disappointment when Lara cleared the tunnel and straightened up.
“Amazing” she exclaimed, a stick light already in hand from her utility belt and pouring its illumination over the writing on the wall.
“The syntax here seems to be 50% Tiwanaku, just like back there in the entryway, but I’m seeing hints of earlier Paracas Culture mixed in as well...and look! These symbols here are clearly far older than Tiwanaku…. yes… 1500BC Cupisnique. And here… Chavin?! But the depth and wear of the etching looks like they were all done at the same time!” she said, excitedly and positively glowing.
“Yes, yes, I’ve already made that connection. See if it says anything about how to move past this antechamber.” Hanson said, irritated. He had missed the Cupisnique. Leaving the writings to Lara and starting to pay closer attention to the artifacts organized on ancient stone benches around the room, and in particular, the stone statue sitting on the central bench.
Even though the statue’s back was towards them, Hanson suddenly felt the uncanny feeling that it was staring at them. He felt as if the statue’s eyes were staring straight through the back of its stone head, and boring into his mind, probing, questioning, evaluating.
There was a heavy sliding sound, and the tunnel through which the two of them had crawled to get into this room disappeared, seamlessly sealed up by a hitherto unseen block of stone.
The same block of stone also severed the power cables feeding light into the chamber, throwing it into darkness save for Lara’s stick light, which being the only light source now seemed to bask her in an eerie bluish hue.
“What did you do?” Lara said, alerted but not panicked, her fingers already tracing the walls for the seams. Her back was still turned to Hanson.
He didn’t answer. from where he had dove toward the sealed tunnel in a futile effort to stop it, Hanson craned his head around, to stare straight into the electric blue eyes of the statue.
“Dr. Hanson?” Lara asked again, turning around when the latter still didn’t respond.
She yelped in surprise when the o-device inside her womb fired up with no warning, staggering back and bracing herself against the wall.
She didn’t orgasm, but felt an arousal unlike any that the o-device had given her to this point.
No…. of all the time and places for this to happen. Lara thought, gritting her teeth and struggling to move despite every nerve in her pelvis throbbing for release.
Hanson tore his eyes away from the statues to look at her, then, abruptly, pointed at the wall Lara had just been reading.
“Look” he said, excitedly.
Lara turned her stick light towards where he was pointing, and didn’t immediately see anything out of the ordinary.
“Lara, turn the light off.” Hanson said.
Quizzically, Lara did as he suggested, partly so he wouldn’t see how flushed her face was from the o-device.
For a moment, the two were cast into darkness, with the residual phantom light from Lara’s extinguished light stick dancing across their vision like some trick the brain played on itself, forming blue flowery patterns.
But the patterns didn’t fade. Instead, they spread out, flowing like smoky vapors in Lara and Hanson’s eyes, until they appeared to coalesce into ethereal torches lining the walls of the sealed antechamber.
Lara realized, with a start, that she could actually see Hanson, as well as the rest of the room.
There was a red hue lining Hanson’s silhouette, and when he locked eyes with Lara, his pupils flashed an intense electric blue.
Lara looked back at the wall, and blanched.
The hieroglyphs and writing that had been visible under normal lighting were gone, the walls they were carved on now appearing utterly smooth under the illumination of the phantom torches.
In their place, glowing lines presented several completely new pictographs.
In the first one, a nude woman is depicted, entering a long narrow tunnel. He upper body was in the tunnel, while her lower body remained outside, where a male figure, his erect phallus perpendicular to his body, was situated right behind her. behind the male was several other males, some with erect members, other with limp members.
In the second one, the female figure as crawling through the tunnel, a white ball suspended inside her pelvis.
In the third pictogram, the female is straddling the statue in the center of the room. Lara focused her eyes on the statue for the very first time, and saw that where the lap of the statue had previously been flat and anatomically incomplete, there was now a translucently glowing blue penis rising from the statue.
Where the female and the statue’s groins were joined, the white inside her pelvis was being sucked into the statue, while blue from the statue flooded into her pelvis, forming a blue ball.
The fourth pictogram depicts the wall behind the statue opening up, and the female walking through it.
“No….fucking…. way….” Lara said at the absurd instructions laid out by the pictogram.
You...are… the collector...bring… me… tribute….
Lara blinked, and looked at the pictograms again.
One of the males on the other side of the tunnel, one with a spent and flaccid member, was abnormally large and obese… his body type a perfect match for….
“No…” Lara whispered, as the pictogram of the female seemed to become even sharper in detail. The naked female’s hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her feet clad in heavy duty footwear…
“Lara… it’s telling us what to do….” Hanson said, his voice quavering, not out of fear, but of unbridled joy, and clear lust.
Obey
“Fucking shit… Is this some sort of joke? Hanson? What has Gordo told you?!” Lara said, now leaning her entire back against the wall as the building arousal inside her pelvis.
Hanson didn’t seem to register her inquiry.
“It needs an offering. It wants us to give ourselves to it” He said.
Gather his lust.
“Dr. Hanson?!” Lara yelped as Hanson grabbed her shoulders and started trying to remove her top by force.
“Dr. Hanson! Snap out of it!” She said, unwilling to hurt him, now wanting to believe his actions to be part of some supernatural influence. She tried to reach up and grab his hands.
“Oh Lara, I always knew you were a little tart.” Hanson grinned.
His eyes turned from electric blue into a crimson red, matching his red silhouette, and suddenly, Lara realized that she was unable to move, the arousal in her pelvis having blossomed to envelop her entire body, paralyzing it with pleasure. The only movements she could make was the ones Hanson helped her make, as he effortlessly picked her up, brought her over to one of the stone benches, where with one sweep of his hand he cleared it of several ancient artifacts, scattering them across the floor.
Stay
“Dr. Hanson! No!” Lara cried out, as Hanson pulled her arms over her head, where they obediently stayed despite all of her efforts to bring them back down.
She could see both the statue as well as Hanson through the fabric of her top as it was pulled over her head. The statue continued to glow blue even as Hanson glowed redder.
He then undid her black bra, tossing it aside, exposing her firm milky breasts.
“Dr. Hanson! Snap out of it!” Lara tried to reach Hanson again through this obvious hypnosis. He smiled at her, grinning ear to ear.
“I think you’re mistaken, Lara dear. I’m under no one’s control, but my own!” He said, before roughly grabbing both of her tits with his hands and squeezing them hard.
Lara cried out in pleasure as milk erupted from her nips, spattering Hanson’s face before he stopped squeezing one of the tits while covering her other nipple with his mouth and sucking so hard it felt like her nipple was going to come right off.
Obey
She still couldn’t move, even though she was unrestrained.
“Please… Dr…. think of what you’re doing!” Lara said, unable to even turn her head and look away as Hanson switched to suckling milk from her other tit.
“Oh I’ve thought of what I’m doing, and I’ve thought of what I’m about to do. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. You’re a perverted little slut after all.” Hanson said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into a frozen standing position so he could undo her belt and remove her shorts.
Lay down. Open your legs
“Dr….” Lara said, the throbbing in her pelvis transitioning into a fiery burn as her shorts were pulled down to her knees, revealing her glistening snatch. He then pushed her back down onto the bench, and spread her legs open, at the same time tucking her feet up against her thighs so she was perfectly balanced, and ready to receive his throbbing cock.
Lara only just now realized Hanson had already stripped out of his own clothes completely, but couldn’t remember when he had actually done it.
“Dr. you are being controlled. something is telling you to do this! You must fight it before you do something you’ll regret!” She said, panting.
Receive him.
“Oh there’s no way I’m going to regret doing this.” Hanson said, as he positioned himself against her moist pussy, and before Lara could think of anything new to deter this rape from happening, he thrust into her.
Receive his lust.
“Noooooo!” Lara screamed, as the arousal throughout her body jumped up a notch, but somehow didn’t release in a climax.
“Yeeeees!” Hanson groaned, as he exploded inside her, pumping strands of cum into her.
Bring his lust to me
Hanson slumped to the floor, the red hue around him draining somewhat, and Lara found that her body was moving on its own, three fingers cupping her own pussy as she got to her feet, waddling over to the blue statue.
Its electric blue eyes stared into the back of her head as she faced it, swinging one of her legs over its lap to straddle it.
Mine. MINE!
“GwuuuuuuuhAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Lara screamed as she sat down in a single smooth action, feeling an icy coldness penetrate her as her pussy swallowed the ethereal blue cock of the statue.
Her entire body exploded in a mind numbing orgasm, and she could feel the heat that had been building up for the past couple of seconds flood into the blue phantom phallus, leaving her shivering and spent. Lara held onto the statue’s shoulders as she arched her back in pure ecstasy, finally letting the unbearable arousal leave through her groin, eventually collapsing forward to rest herself against the statue’s chest, while she continued to straddle it.
Need more. gather his lust!
Hanson was besides Lara now, glowing redder than ever.
“Dr… please...” Lara said weakly, looking up at him. The temporary coolness in her crotch from the orgasm was fading, and she could feel another fiery arousal building.
“Please what? I’m an old man, Lara. I’m not used to young sluts like you begging to fuck me.” Hanson said, laughing.
Stay
“No….I didn’t… Dr. pleasemmmmrph” Hanson had sealed his lips against Lara’s, his tongue probing into her mouth. Meanwhile, his arms were hoisting her off of the statue with as much ease as the previous time. Lara struggled to move her limbs even a little.
raise your sex
Hanson was setting her feet down on the ground, placing hands on the stone bench, pressing the small of her back to bend her down so her ass was held high above her head, right at his waist level, her wet snatch ready to receive his new erection.
receive him
Lara cried a little as Hanson went into her again, her body bracing against the thrust. The older man didn’t immediately cum this time, instead starting to rock his pelvis in and out of her.
Each thrust sent a blossoming spurt of pleasure through Lara’s body, in a never diminishing, ever compounding mountain of arousal, which she couldn’t bring herself to hit the climax of. Each thrust was enough to draw a strangled gasp from her, as she could only pray the next thrust with the hope that it would be the one to send her over. Each time she was disappointed.
receive his lust
Lara screamed even louder as it felt like lava was being poured into her womb by Hanson’s cock, which felt like a glowing fire poker. the amount that he arousal climbed with each pulse of heat into her core equaled at least ten individual thrusts put together.
bring his lust to me, bring your lust to me!
Once again, Hanson slumped over, and Lara straightened up, holding in the seed that had been deposited within her with one hand until she could straddle the statue’s lap and soothe the burning in her loins with its cold ghostly dick.
mine, MINE!
The second orgasm was so mind blowing that Lara couldn’t remember much of the next couple of minutes, except for the commands inside her head that was now becoming clearer than ever.
obey
father his lust
stay
open your sex
She was laying on her side, with one leg raised high in the air, resting against Hanson’s shoulder, her other leg curled up against her leaking tits.
receive him
It took an even longer period of time, with more violent and fast paced thrusting, for Hanson to finally give his lust to Lara.
receive his lust
bring his lust to me, bring your lust to me!
mine, MINE!
“Fuck me harder, Dr. Come on! Give me your cum!” The next time she was conscious of where she was, Lara found herself screaming these words at Hanson, without realizing what she was saying until the words were leaving her mouth.
She was hugging the statue’s head with her tits mashed up against its face, one leg bent up and standing on the statue’s knee while the other one barely touched the ground next to the statue’s feet. She was violently thrusting her rump back into Hanson’s awaiting member.
It made sense. This way, as soon as she received Hanson’s lust, she only had to scoot herself forward, drop her right leg off to the side, and sit onto the statue’s awaiting phallus for blissful release, and a temporary respite from the unending sea of arousal.
The next cycle wouldn’t be so convenient, as Lara would be positioned crumpled over on the cool stone floor, her tits falling against her face and shoulders, her hips propped up like a candle holder as Hanson drilled down into her from above.
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It never occurred to Hanson to be astounded at his and Lara’s stamina as they continued to fuck each other for what seemed like hours. Every time he cummed inside her, there would be a few seconds where his mind went hazy and he would not remember much. But then he would hear Lara cry out in ecstasy, and would regain his mental clarity the same time his dick rose back to attention, ready to fuck her.
The girl’s craving for his seed was proving to be insatiable, and while she verbally resisted at first, eventually, she openly begged him to dump more of his seed into her womb, as if she could only receive gratification through it.
Evan Hanson was all too happy to oblige.
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Receive me now
Bring me to myself
Make me whole
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The wall behind the statue shifted, and suddenly Hanson was staring at a tall doorway into another hallway.
He looked over at Lara, who was slumped over, straddling the statue.
It looked as if her groin was glowing a faint blue, but Hanson blinked a few times, and realized it was just a trick on his eyes.
Lara groggily mumbled as Hanson awkwardly pulled her clothes onto her. He had expected her body to be drenched in sex fluids, both hers and his, but other than being nude, both of them seemed completely dry.
Hanson didn’t dwell on it. His flaccid penis wasn’t exactly sore, but he felt extremely drained and tired.
Lara’s eyes briefly flashed with puzzlement when she noticed Hanson clip her belt into place.
A loud grinding sound was heard as Hanson himself finished dressing, and he turned to see the narrow tunnel they had come through not only open back up, but expand into three separating slabs of rock that left a long spacious hallway that could be walked through, all the way back into the main entrance.
“Lara?” Hanson turned and tentatively spoke to the girl, who was lazily leaning against the wall next to the now widened tunnel.
“Hmmm?” Lara mumbled, clearly disoriented, showing the exact symptoms as the workers from before.
Hanson grinned
“Come on.” He said, placing one of her arms around his shoulder and snaking his own arm around her, helping her out of the antechamber.
Midway down the hallway, his assistant and core crew met him and Lara, surrounding them.
“What happened?!” How did you open this tunnel up….” They looked past him, and saw the other hallway that had opened up beyond the statue.
“Wow. Dr. Hanson. That’s so amazing. How did you figure out what to do to get that wall open?! Is she alright?” they said, noticing Lara gazing at them through clouded eyes.
“Oh, she’s just a little under the weather.” Hanson said. “Lara? Do you remember what happened?”
“Huh?” Lara said, her voice drained and completely lackluster.
Once they got back to camp, Hanson would ask Lara again, several times, if she remembered what happened in the tunnels. In his worry that she might have actually remembered something, he neglected to find it strange that less than ten minutes had passed between their being shut into the antechamber and their reopening its exits, despite the feeling that they had spent far longer trapped inside.
He stopped asking when it looked like she was starting to regain her mental coherence, and when she in turn asked him if anything interesting turned up at the dig sight, he told her nothing of note has happened yet.
Lara seemed to accept this, and would soon get back into her motorhome, and drive off. As was before, Hanson had no idea where she was headed.
He looked back at the looming entrance of the temple.
Two more chambers
He smiled so wide that his cheeks hurt.
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