“Very well. You may call me Sara.” She looked at him and his flaccid cock and wondered if he would be game for another round. He caught her staring and smiled. He saluted her with his beer and took another swig.
“Why’d you come lookin’ for me, Sara?” He asked her.
“There’s a certain mine that is not on any property maps or geological surveys my boffin has managed to recover. Someone, somewhere, has decided it shouldn’t be located.” She lowered her beer from her forehead and met his gaze. “I think you know where it’s hiding. Your father knew. He wouldn’t have died without telling you.”
“Dad didn’t tell me about much,” said Tex, finishing his beer in a long gulp.
“Your father told you about the Delgado Mine,” said Sara. “And you know this part of New Mexico better than anyone.”
Tex fixed her with his hard stare. He spoke in a low voice, calm, but not at all casual. “There ain’t no totem. So you go on and forget about it.”
“Whether or not the totem is real—“
“May pa spent thirty years lookin’ for the Totem of the Skinwalker,” said Tex. “Yeah, he told me about the Delgado Mine. Told me right where it is, but I ain’t goin’ near that place. And I’m not tellin’ you where it is.”
“That is very disappointing,” said Sara, setting her beer on the nightstand. “I’d heard that Tex Love was the toughest treasure hunter in the Southwest. That cartels, gun-toting ranchers, and rabid coyotes can’t scare him away from a find.”
“It’s true,” said Tex, looking away from the lust in Sara’s eyes. “But lookin’ for that totem is what got my pa killed. They said it was spider venom, but I knew he wasn’t bit by a spider. That was a puncture wound, near as big as my finger. When he was dyin’ in my arms he made me swear I would stay out of the Delgado Mine. He said it was cursed.”
“It sounds to me like there is something to protect in that mine,” said Sara.
“It ain’t real,” growled Tex.
“Then prove it to me,” said Sara, stroking his chest and pressing her shapely body against him. “Take me there. If there is no totem to be found then I’ll go home empty-handed and you’ll go home a very rich man.”
He hesitated for a moment. He looked down at her hand as it crept from his hairy chest down his muscular abdomen and to his stirring cock. She wrapped her fingers around him, squeezing out a lingering droplet of his cum.
“How rich?” He asked.
She pressed her lips to his ears and whispered, “Ever wanted to be a millionaire?”
It turned out that Tex Love was a bit flexible on the oath he swore to his father. They celebrated their arrangement by making the whole trailer shake well into the night.
Sangre de Cristo Mountains
New Mexico
Tex Love handled his Jeep like he was riding the rodeo. The heavy tires tore over the open desert, bouncing them over rocks and nearly dislodging Sara from the passenger seat. The Jeep skidded to a halt atop a low hill just as the sunset painted the Sangre de Cristo Mountains their famous blood red color. They were beautiful, like immense tented napkins drenched in blood and capped with snowy peaks. They weren’t very hard to find, nor was the terrain very difficult for Tex’s modified Jeep.
“Where is the entrance to the mine?” Sara asked.
“That’s the trick,” said Tex, grinning under the brim of his hat. He rolled a cigarette with practiced ease and lit it with a flick of a Zippo lighter. “There ain’t no entrance to the mine. My pa dynamited it on his way out. So no geological survey in the last fifteen years is gonna find it.”
“Fair enough,” said Sara, lifting her aviator shades from her eyes onto her head. “So assuming you know how to find it anyway, how will we get it?”
“Oh, there’s another way in,” he said. “You just need to know how to knock.”
Tex puffed out a purple cloud of smoke and continued to grin. He swung out of the Jeep and walked to the back. He hefted out a three-meter long aluminum pole and fitted one end to a bracket on the front of his Jeep. He attached a thick steel plate to the far end of the pole.
“A bloody battering ram?” Sara scoffed. “Why not a hand grenade?”
“Hand grenades will start a brush fire,” said Tex in a way that made Sara think he was probably speaking from experience. “There’s a barricaded access shaft into the Velasquez Mine. This’ll open that up in a hurry. Pa knew about a tunnel connecting the Velasquez Mine to the Delgado Mine. But I don’t think he knew that I knew.”
Tex climbed back into the jeep and passes Sara his pair of binoculars. He pointed out the destination and she adjusted the focus on the binoculars for a better look. There was a narrow, winding dirt road up the side of the mountain range leading to a mine entrance boarded over and blocked with sawhorses. She could just make out the words posted on a dusty red placard above the mine entrance: SUBSIDIANCE DANGER! KEEP OUT!
If only every tomb and tunnel she had raided for treasure had come with a safety sign.
“Right,” said Sara, buckling her safety belt. “Let’s make our entrance.”
Text took a last drag on his cigarette and squinted through the smoke at the distant mountain. He stubbed the cigarette out in his Jeep’s ashtray, shifted into gear, and slammed on the accelerator.
The Jeep lurched off the hilltop and went bouncing across the rock-strewn ground to the road that wound its way up into the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. The road was no smoother than the rocky ground and the Jeep shook and banged over the uneven terrain. Sara was rather glad she had always taken great care of her teeth; if she had any fillings they would have bounced loose.
Tex maneuvered the Jeep up the mountainside and onto the short straightaway facing the blocked mine tunnel. Wind buffeted Sara and pulled at a lock of her blonde hair. Tex clenched his jaw and revved the engine of the Jeep.
“Hang on, sweetheart,” he shouted over the motor.
The Jeep roared and leapt forward with such torque that it felt as if it was going to lift onto two wheel. The weight of the battering ram kept its nose down as it accelerated towards the blocked tunnel. Sara saw sandbags in addition to the boards. She had a momentary flash of certainty that she was about to suffer a serious injury and then the ram smashed through the boards. The Jeep’s bumper collided with the sandbags and battered them aside in a welter of sand and wooden debris.
Sara jolted painfully in her harness, her breasts feeling as if they were about to be squeezed off her chest as the Jeep skidded into the darkness of the mine, its engine thundering in the enclosed space. Text braked hard and managed to bring the vehicle to a stop so close to a deep mine elevator shaft that the ram actually tangled in the rotting cables attached to whatever car might be suspended below in the shaft.
Sara exhaled as the vehicle stopped.
“Well done,” she said, unbuckling and climbing out of the Jeep before Tex could do something else extremely stupid. He shut off the engine and the Jeep’s headlamps and switched on his powerful handheld torch.
“This way,” he said, brushing past her.
Sara lingered for a moment before following. For a man that had refused to ever go near the Delgado Mine he seemed perfectly willing to track it down. Of course, she had counted on the offer of a million dollars in cash. Perhaps that explained everything. In her experience, Americans were often very mercenary.
The beams of their lights swept through all the dust their crash into the mine had created. Sara followed cautiously behind Tex. She had brought a little hold out pistol, but her trusty 45s had been left back at the hotel. She had thought walking into the bar with a gun on her hip might have invited the wrong sort of attention. She felt a bit naked without it.
“Watch your step,” said Tex, offering a hand to help her over a small collapse in the tunnel floor. Sara could have easily leapt over it, but took his hand to allow the cowboy to feel manly. He pulled her against him for a moment, his smile turned menacing by the under light of his torch.
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nbsp; It was a long walk – with some crawling – to reach the tiny access shaft that brought them into the Delgado Mine. As soon as they entered this other mine, Sara felt a familiar current in the air. Danger. Supernatural danger. Something did not want them invading its territory.
“This is the upper level,” said Tex, shining his light at some long-moldering mining equipment. “We’ll need to reach the main shaft and climb down to get to the lower levels. You a good climber?”
“I’ve done a bit,” said Sara.
Tex hefted a duffel bag he had brought with them. “I’ve got some ropes and harnesses we can use these to—“
Something gave way under his foot. He cried out and dropped to a knee.
“What happened?” Sara asked, crouching beside him.
“Floor gave way,” he groaned, pulling his foot out of the small hole. “Mighta been a trap. Ah. Shit.”
He held his foot up gingerly. Sara couldn’t see a break, but when she touched his boot to try to remove it he let out a most unmanly yelp of pain.
“I can’t see anything unless you get that boot off,” said Sara.
“It’s broke,” said Tex. “I can feel the bones grindin’. Go on. I’ll wait for you here.”
“Where am I going?” She scoffed.
“Down below,” said Tex. “The room is down there. It’s… ah… it’s somewhere down there. My pa was sure of it. I can’t make the climb with my ankle busted up like this.”
“Well, don’t go crawling off without me,” said Sara. “You are my ride back to civilization.”
She took Tex’s larger flashlight and set off. It wasn’t far to the deep shaft into the mine. The elevator was at the top, but the floor had rotted away and it was an open shaft into the darkness far below. Sara squeezed between the elevator cart and the walls of the shaft and free-climbed down into the depths. She moved in almost total darkness with the beam of the light shining below her to alert her of any dangers.
One thing became clear as she descended and found rope-marks rubbed into the grime on the wall: someone had been this way before. Several times. After a long, sweaty descent, she reached the bottom and found more evidence of visitation. There were wrappers from energy bars, discarded ropes, and even a few shell casings. It was the last of these that heightened Sara’s tension. She kept her holdout pistol tucked in her trousers, but felt for it to make sure it was still in her pocket.
The tunnels on the lower level were a maze of false starts and dead ends. She had to backtrack to the shaft several times before she discovered a tunnel that reached deep underground. It was partially collapsed and difficult going, but she climbed over the rubble and squeezed through the collapse. When she emerged on the other side, she was in a strange part of the mine.
The tunnel widened into a large, low-ceilinged chamber. There were numerous candle stumps and strange totems of bones, feathers, and beads placed around the room. There was an eerie quiet to the room. She had the sudden feeling that someone was behind her and turned around. There was no one to be seen. She swung back around, playing her torchlight over the wall to search for an exit.
The beam illuminated three men, naked but for loincloths, with long, dark hair and dark eyes. They were well-muscled and their handsome features seemed to reflect Native American heritage. One of the men seemed fairly old, almost elderly, but the other two men were young and strapping. They glared at her with cold hatred.
“Hello there,” said Sara and she held up her hand that wasn’t on the torch. “Don’t mean to intrude. My name is Sara Chambers. I am, ah, investigating some—“
They moved without betraying any signal, leaping at her in unison. They were impossibly strong and their bodies were cold and clammy. They wrestled her to the ground and knocked the torch from her grasp so it went rolling across the chamber floor. The elder of the trio was atop her and he wrapped his powerful hands around Sara’s throat. His expression betrayed little emotion, but the crushing strength constricted her windpipe and his intention was clear.
Sara didn’t have the strength to overpower these lads and she was pinned in such a way that there was no hope of reaching her pistol. Knowing she only had seconds before she would lose consciousness, she decided on a different approach. She had one arm free so she reached between her body and traced the elder’s muscled chest, abdomen, and down to his loincloth. She reached beneath it and felt his flaccid cock. She gripped it, squeezed it, and began to wank him. It was awkward and uncomfortable. She felt her vision beginning to gray out.
The hands on her throat slackened. The warrior atop her grunted and looked down. His cock had begun to stiffen in Sara’ hand. It was a bit small and uncut, but she skinned back the head with each stroke and it fluffed up nicely.
“What is this?” The warrior’s tone was flat. “You touch me there?”
“I come in peace,” she croaked through his hands.
He released her neck and sat up astride her waist. He stared down at her hand bouncing the front of his loincloth as she wanked his hard cock. She only stroked him faster as the blood flow returned to her head.
“What is she doing to him?” One of the other warriors asked.
“She is touching Red Feather’s spear,” observed the third.
“I told you,” said Sara. “I don’t want a fight.”
“Ohhhhhhh, Red Hand, it’s good,” moaned the elder called Red Feather.
“Bring your cock up here, Red Hand,” said Sara, smiling at the younger warrior. “I’ll give it a suck.”
The younger warrior looked to the elder. Doubt furrowed Red Feather’s brow, but he seemed to decide that Sara meant them no harm and he nodded his head. They shifted off of her and released Sara.
They stood and she knelt before them. Red Feather was in the middle, Red Hand to his right, and the other, Red Sky, to his left. Sara kept to her promise. Her mouth eagerly engulfed the elder’s cock, her lips sliding over his shaft and up to his tip as her hands worked the cocks of the younger warriors. They marveled in disbelief as this beautiful white woman pleasured them.
The sacred chamber echoed with the sounds of Sara’s slurping mouth and the soft groans of the warriors. Red Feather let out a cry of pleasure and exploded between Sara’s lips. She took his seed in her mouth, surprised at its warmth given his strangely clammy flesh. Despite the shock, she swallowed it down, only allowing a little to dribble down her chin. Red Feather staggered back and sat upon the floor.
The two younger warriors crowded in closer around Sara and she began to move between them, sucking one as she stroked the other. Back and forth, her hot mouth cradling their warrior spears. She yielded control to her inner whore, moaning around their cocks as she took turns eagerly sucking on them. They were both larger than the elder and they came almost simultaneously. Sara cried out, wanking them both onto her face and into her cleavage. Thick ropes of spunk lashed her face and dripped from her chin onto the upper curves of her breasts.
The warriors groaned and fell back with the elder. Sara scooped cum from her cleavage and licked her fingers clean. She laughed at the three warriors as they stared at her with stony disbelief.
“Your methods are not like the others,” said Red Feather. “You drain our power with your womanly charms.”
“There were others?” Sara asked, rising to her feet.
“Men,” said Red Hand.
“Several have come over the centuries,” said Red Sky. “We have slain some and turned the rest away.”
Sara stepped closer to the defeated warriors and offered a hand up to Red Feather. He looked at her hand for several seconds before accepting. She pulled him to his feet.
“You three have been here all that time?” She asked as the other two warriors stood up beside the elder.
“Yes, Sara Chambers,” said Red Feather. “We are the guardians of the Totem of Change. It is a cursed power which we must not permit to fall into the hands of the ghost faced devils.”
“White blokes?” Sara frowned. “We
ll, I confess to my ghostliness. But I am no man. And I am no devil.”
The three natives conferred for a moment, their voices low and their language indecipherable. They turned back to Sara.
“You do not want the Totem of Change, Sara Chambers,” said Red Feather. “It is powerful, yes, but it is also a great evil. The one who bears it will take the lives of the innocent and will wash the land in blood.”
“I have no intention of bearing it,” said Sara. “On the contrary, my intention was to place it in my private vault and safeguard it. The totem is not safe here.”
“You say that now, but its powers will corrupt your mind,” warned Red Sky. “You can use this power to become anyone. To assume their life for as long as you desire. This power is irresistible. It is why the totem was entombed in this cave.”
“We will never allow you to pass us,” said Red Feather. “Turn around and leave this place, Sara Chambers."
“I could do that,” said Sara. She toyed with the collar of her western shirt, fanning it against her cleavage. ”Or I could drain the rest of your power. With my womanly charms.”
She unbuttoned her shirt slowly as the three warriors stared. Their expressions were unreadable as she revealed her lacy bra and the mounds of her breasts. She unbuckled it an exposed her tan lines and the stiff buds of her nipples. The warriors stepped away and conferred with each other in their language. They glanced back just as Sara bent over and peeled down her dusty denim shorts to reveal her thong squeezed between her firm buttocks. She peeled that out as well, showing off the pale pink knot of her arsehole and the shaved mound of her pussy.
She turned around to face them again and they had stopped talking and were staring at her naked body.
“We have decided,” said Red Feather.
“Yes?” Sara raised an eyebrow.
“We choose the power draining,” said Red Feather.
“With your womanly charms,” added Red Hand.
“To drain our power,” said Red Sky.
“Well, I suppose we had better get started then,” said Sara, sauntering towards them. The three brave warriors trembled with desire, their cocks rising to attention at the sight of her naked body. She grasped the cocks of Red Sky and Red Hand as she leaned her lips to Red Feather and kissed him.
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