To be completely honest I did not feel like fucking around in that dark tunnel at the moment. If any of you have ever played in any organized sports than you would know what I was talking about. The nervousness and tension you feel before the game has a way of just zapping the shit out of you afterward, especially if you are really wound up beforehand. Here it was that I had just about blown us all up and would have potentially had to fight 5 dudes with a machete if my plan had not worked, and now Mandy wanted to jump right back into that Indiana Jones kind of mentality. Sorry, but I just don’t work like that. My ass needed to sit down for a moment and appreciate that fact that it was still inside my own skin!
I slowly walked up the passage behind an exuberant Mandy. You would think she was a kid at an amusement park as she headed back up the passageway with her flashlight waving back and forth. At least one of us was still in shape to work, I thought to myself as I approached the room with our packs in it.
I could see the flashlight Mandy was carrying jumping all around just before she came out of the room and crossed the hall into the room with the flasks. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now,” she said as she disappeared into the room across the hall. “You remember those round holes in the wall in the room with the chair?” She half asked half stated as she returned with two flasks in her hands.
“What about them,” I said as I lifted my pack and prepared to follow her up the hall.
“I think I know what they are for,” she said as she led the way into the room with the big chair. “Come here and check this out,” she said as she stopped next to one of the round holes in the wall.
Shining her flashlight into the hole we could both see an empty flask in the hole. “They’re oil lamps,” I said as I dropped my pack to help her with the flask.
Within five minutes we had four of the flasks in the holes in the walls and lit. The whole room was nicely illuminated with a pale yellow glow from the small flames. It really was some good engineering. Even if one of the flasks were to break, the oil would be contained in the “pocket” that was carved into the heavy granite stones. I was impressed.
With the room now lit, and no need to carry our flashlights, Mandy began her investigation of the chair while I looked for the source of the draft while the fire was burning at the entrance. All I was able to find was a large crack at the floor and up near the ceiling. Other than that the wall was as solid as it could be.
“David, come here.” Mandy said from behind me.
“What have you got there?” I asked as I stepped up to Mandy and the large stone chair.
She was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the chair with the silver knife in her hand and her elbows on the seat. “Look at this,” she said as she held the knife up. “You see where the engraved line stops here at the bottom?” she said as she pointed to the spot on the silver barrel.
“Yea I see it,” I replied as I looked in very intently.
“It stops right here 90 degrees from the angle of the blades.” With that said the turned the knife up so I could see that the blades were indeed perpendicular to the point at which the engraving stopped. “So look here,” she said as she pointed to the round circle with the slot in it in the bottom of the chair. “It looks like a match doesn’t it?”
“Yea it does,” I said as I raised an eyebrow at her detective work.
“I just wonder…” she said as she turned the knife over and aligned the blades with the slot. With just a simple push the knife slid right into the hole and the two points of the engraving lined up perfectly. “Holy shit!” she gasped.
It was easy to see why Mandy was getting a little excited. Her find was not a silver knife, it was a silver dildo. There was no other explanation for it. Sitting in the slot it stuck up in the air like a silver dildo sitting in the bottom of a chair, aligned perfectly with the grooves carved in the top of the seat bottom.
“Oh my God!” Mandy gasped as she looked at the silver dick sticking up.
“Well, what did you expect?” I said as I stood up straight and looked at the big chair. “This city was run by the women of the tribe. Maybe this is their fun seat.”
“You don’t think that do you?” Mandy said as she ran her finger up the silver shaft and around in a circle over the rounded top.
“There is no telling sweetie,” I said as I looked back at the back wall. “It could be anything. This might be where they tortured the men or something.” It was a possibility. And since there was no one around to confirm or deny my statement it had to be thrown into the mix. “One thing is for certain,” I said as I looked back at the silver phallus sticking up from the seat. “That thing was made for sitting on.”
Mandy took a look at me out of the corner of her eye before her gaze dropped back down to the seat bottom. It took her only a moment to make her decision before she began unbuttoning her shorts. “I guess there really is only one way to find out,” she said as she slid her shorts to her ankles before stepping out of them.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” I asked as she stepped up onto the stone pedestal before turning around.
“It’s probably the only way to find out for sure,” she replied calmly.
I watched intently as she slowly lowered herself, aligning the silver phallus to my favorite place on earth. “If you feel anything funny at all,” I said as I stepped up directly in front of her, “Let me know immediately and I’ll pull you off that thing.”
With her hands on the arm rests Mandy steadied herself as she slowly impaled herself on the ancient dick. She went slowly and steadily as inch after inch slowly entered her, disappearing into her hot box. “Oooh,” she said when her ass finally came to rest in the seat bottom.
“What is it?” I asked, expecting to have to yank her off the silver tool.
“It’s nothing,” she said as she looked up at me and brought her hand to the pit of her stomach. “It actually feels kind of nice.” she said with a bit of a smile on her face.
“Really?” I said as I relaxed a little.
“It’s not as big as you,” she said as she wiggled her hips around a bit to get more comfortable, “but it definitely fills me up nicely.” Suddenly she froze in place and her eyes got as big as saucers.
“What is it!” I asked as I reached for her arms and prepared to lift.
“I don’t know,” she responded as she pressed her fingers into her belly below her belly button and moved her hips around a bit more. “I felt something click in there,” she said as she looked up at me with a small bit of unknowing on her face.
I was just about to say something when I heard the sound of running water, a sound we had not heard before in the catacombs. “Wait,” I said as I froze in place and listened very intently. There was no doubt about it, I could plainly hear the sound of running water, like rainwater running down the side of the street before spilling into the storm drain. “Do you hear that?”
Mandy looked around the room with her eyes before she answered, “Yea, I hear it.”
I looked back at Mandy. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything,” she said as she seemed genuinely at a loss.
The sound of the running water gradually increased until it sounded like there was a small stream that had been diverted into a small drainage ditch. I looked around but saw nothing. Wherever it was it was completely out of sight but something had caused this to happen.
“DAVID!” Mandy suddenly blurted out with her eyes as big as golf balls and both of her hands on the pit of her stomach. “IT”S TURNING!”
“What’s turning?” I said as I again reached for her arms.
“It’s turning inside me!” she repeated.
That was enough for me. With one good pull Mandy was standing next to me and we were both looking down at the silver dick turning in the bottom of the seat. Almost immediately it slowed and stopped turning. The sound of the running water quit abruptly as well. Mandy just paused for a moment and looked at the seat bottom with one hand cupping her pussy. When she turned to face me she had the answer.
“It’s a key.” she said as she pressed her lips together and nodded her head a few times.
“A key?” I queried.
“I’ll bet you anything that this is a key to something.” she said as she looked over her shoulder at the stone wall in front of the chair.
“And what brings you to this conclusion?” I asked as I looked at the chair and then at my half naked girlfriend.
“Think about it,” she said as she tried to keep up with her own train of thoughts. “A society, run by women, who hold all of the political positions from ruler down is known to be wealthy with silver and precious gems. If you wanted to keep that kind of thing safe and only accessible by those in power, would you not want to make some kind of key that only you could use?”
At first I thought this was the most bird brained idea I had ever heard. But then I started to think about the logic she had used. It would make sense. And it would virtually guarantee that no one else could get to your goods. That is no one except for another woman. I looked down at the chair and then back at Mandy. I hated to admit it but she was probably right. And there really was only one way to find out.
She must have been reading my mind, or at least watching my expressions because she did not wait for me to give a reply. She calmly stepped back up onto the pedestal and lowered herself onto the silver key once more. “We go all the way this time,” she said as she wiggled back and forth a little like she had done the first time.
This time I was able to hear the click come from inside her. Again the sound of running water filled the room and it slowly grew in intensity. I watched intently as Mandy sat motionless on the silver key, waiting for the next sign from her. After a few moments her eyes opened a bit and her eyebrows rose for a second before she looked up at me. “It’s turning again,” she said with a bit of a smile on her face.
I was powerless to do anything as I sat there and watched my girlfriend get fucked by this ancient chair. I started to feel a bit jealous because she had been exclusively mine until now. Aside for Cameron fucking her every now and then while I was gone she had been all mine. Now as I watched her I felt a bit envious of the chair. It was getting what I always wanted.
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