by Sally J.
Nikolay, now at the brink of his sexual arousal could bear it no more. His huge cock was raw and red from Trisha’s feverish blowjob. He gave out a loud cry and stood up. Lifting Trisha up from her position he positioned her asshole on his cock. She hugged him and circled her legs around his waist. Nikolay slid her down forcing his enormous shaft up her forbidden hole. Trisha gave out a shriek as she made way for Nikolay’s cock. It settled deep inside her, touching her in places no man had touched her before. Nikolay with all his might, started moving Trisha up and down his cock; he turned around so that her back was facing Thomas. Rocking her up and down, he fucked her butt hole with vigor. Trisha on the contrary responded with soft kisses and caresses on the Russian boss’ face. She smiled at him and said,
“Fuck me, Daddy Bear. Fuck me good.” Clearly almost out of his senses with raw lust at Trisha’s unmatched kinkiness, Nikolay pounded faster, harder.
Thomas watched as he saw Nikolay’s enormous hands clutch tightly at his wife’s creamy butt, lifting her up and down on his thick shaft. He could see her being stretched out by his sheer size. It was then that a strange sensation came over him. Something he had never had the urge to do before. He got up from the seat and walked up to where Nikolay was standing with Trisha, fucking her. He watched as he saw his wife, bobbing up and down, lovingly locked herself in a passionate kiss with Nikolay, as if thanking him for fucking her hard. Giving into his strange new instinct, he reached out and touched her. Trisha looked back in surprise. On seeing Thomas standing next to her, she felt a whole new level of kink. This was new. Also instinctively, she reached out, holding Thomas’ hand. He came in closer and looked in her eyes as she continued getting pounded in her ass. Like in a trance she heard herself whisper to him,
“Oh Thomas, you like me like this? You like how he takes me?”
She could bear it no longer. Just the though of herself telling her husband how it felt to be fucked by this vile man was too much for her. She cried out in orgasmic delight as she came, clutching Thomas’ hand tightly. At the same time Nikolay poured his hot load into her asshole, grunting and rocking back and forth, clasping Trisha tight in his arms. The shaking, quivering duo of this beautiful woman and huge muscular brute, embraced each other tightly as they offered up their ultimate carnal gifts to each other. Thomas looked on as his wife’s grasp loosened on his hand, her body going limp, still bound in Nikolay’s arms. He walked over with her, still impaled on his tool, to the sofa and laid her down on it gently. Surprising his cock was still erect and hard. As he bent down, Trisha leaned in and whispered in his ear,
“That was the best, Nikolay. The best I’ve had yet.”
She ran her hand over his strong muscular arms.
“But now it’s time for business”.
She kissed him on his cheek and caressed his bald head. Nikolay looked at her, without saying anything. He responded in his usual way, sticking his fat tongue in her mouth in a crude forced kiss. Trisha welcomed it.
“Of course, it is!”
Nikolay walked away from the sofa to where Thomas was standing a few feet away. He adjusted one of his rings and patted Thomas on the shoulders.
“Now that your wife is happy, it’s my turn to satisfy you, Mr. Spencer!”
Thomas raised his eyebrows.
Still naked, Nikolay Yurkovich gave his crooked smile and walked on further to a chest of drawers kept in the corner of the room. He slid open the first drawer and took out a blue box. Putting it down on the glass table in front of the sofa he remarked,
“Open it.” He flopped his big naked heavy body down on the sofa, next to Trisha’s feet.
Thomas approached the small blue box. It had a golden clasp. He unfastened it and opened the top cover of the box on its small golden hinges. Inside laid a big ring around four inches in diameter. The Outer Dei Pi Ring! It was made of gold and had markings similar to the smaller ring they had seen. Though golden, the color was a little more faded in this ring than its smaller counterpart. Thomas lifted it up and turned it all around. Mark had been right – there was no way any one could even guess, looking at this ring that another smaller ring was supposed to fit in the middle. But now that he knew it from before, looking at the ring, it seemed so obvious. Ingenious design. He looked up at Nikolay. He was staring straight back at him with his characteristic vile smile. At least there was no way this crude man knew anything, thought Thomas. Nikolay spoke.
“I make you a deal, Mr. Spencer.”
Thomas didn’t ask. He knew the answer was coming anyways.
“I give you the ring for free. No money required.”
“And?” asked Thomas now.
Nikolay looked sideways to Trisha’s naked body lying across the couch. She was looking back at him, her naked ass up in the air. He gave Trisha’s big ass a hard slap and looked back at Thomas,
“I’m sure you won’t mind if I would request the graceful company Mrs. Spencer in the future.”
He looked back at Trisha, who was smiling her coy smile. He again looked back at Thomas.
“I would like you to be there also, Mr. Spencer. I like your company”
Trisha ran her hand over her ass, where Nikolay had just spanked her and then put it between her legs, playing with herself. Looking straight at Thomas she said,
“We wouldn’t have it any other way!”
Nodding affirmatively at Nikolay Yurkovich, Thomas though to himself,
No. No we wouldn’t!
Chapter 2
Thomas, Mark and Trisha sat hunched and huddled around the table in Thomas’ study. They had been sitting like this for over three hours, like surgeons working on an operating table. The patients – two golden discs, which sat right in the middle on the wooden table top. The smaller disc now sat comfortably within the circular groove of the larger disc and now since they had been placed so, it seemed extremely obvious they were meant to be fitted together in that manner. The inner and smaller disc easily rotated in the groove of the larger disc in which it sat. As they had seen before, there were markings all over both the discs. But the markings in themselves were unreadable and made no sense as they were split or rather cut in half by the meeting edge of the two discs.
Or simply put, the inner disc had to be rotated and aligned correctly with the larger outer discs for any of the markings to make sense. In the wrong rotation setting they only looked like the random markings made by a child, and at this point none of them had a clue as to how to align the discs properly. The last three hours of rotating , prodding and poking had thrown up nothing. They had however noted that there were on each of the discs, four similar markings exactly on the north, east, west and south quadrants. They were symbols of the sun, the star, the moon and the planet respectively.
It had immediately occurred to each of them that aligning them so that the symbol pairs match up on the two discs would be the proper rotational alignment. But it was a no go; definitely something intentionally done by the original designer to throw off whoever would attempt to crack the puzzle. They had also noticed that on each disc there was a shallow crack running from the outer edge to the inner edge of each disc, probably a sign of neglect and improper storage throughout the many years that the disc had changed hands. Mark sighed and slouched back on the chair. He put his hands behind his head and shook it slowly from side to side.
“Well?”
Thomas also tired, rubbed his face with his hands, but again hunched over the object, unwilling to give up.
“It’s definitely solvable!” said Trisha looking at Mark. “I mean it’s gotta be.” She picked up the discs in her hand. “I mean, why would any one make something which is unsolvable?” She weighed the discs in her hand “Pretty heavy” she brought them up to eye level and looked at them from the side, along their thin rim.
“Wait!” Thomas caught hold of Trisha’s hand. He too was looking at the thin rim of the discs, but from the opposite side of Trisha.
“Look.” He pointed to two miniscule mark
ings on the side of the rim of the bigger ring. Trisha and Mark leaned in quickly. They all squinted their eyes to take a better look. Thomas picked up the magnifying glass on the table and put it in front of the markings. The markings were clear. It was of two fish, the first one bigger than the other.
Thomas beamed and nodded his head.
“Simple,” he said “The alignment!”
Trisha and Mark looked at each other, perplexed, and then back at Thomas. Thomas explained “Big fish first, then small fish, right?” He looked at both of them, then continued “Or small fish follows the big fish. Or small ring follows the big ring.”
He took the discs from Trisha’s hand and placed them in the middle of the table again. Slowly rotating the discs, he positioned them so that the sun, the star, the moon and the planet of the inner disc aligned perfectly with the sun, the star, the moon and the planet of the outer disc.
“Now they are perfectly aligned. Just like we had tried before. The markings make no sense, right?”
Trisha looked at the configuration of the discs on the table – she had seen it already a hundred times. The markings made no sense. Thomas now started to slowly rotate the inner disc once again and he stopped exactly after a quarter turn, so that the sun of the inner disc was one quadrant behind the sun of the outer disc, the star of the of inner disc was one quadrant behind the star of the outer disc, and so forth for the moon and planet as well. He pointed to the discs now.
“The small ring follows the big ring by one quadrant. Just like the small fish follows the big fish!”
Then he smiled at them both – a big wide smile.
“Look at the markings now”
Trisha was already staring at the disc. The half-cut broken markings shared between both discs had aligned up perfectly and all of a sudden she could see the fully formed letters reveal themselves in front of her. Marked peered down,
“Is that a language?”
Thomas, still smiling said “This is what we call….” he was cut off by Trisha, who now looked up at Thomas. A similar wide smile now sat one her face.
“…ancient Samaritan Symbol Language”. She looked again at the discs.
“Yes, very old Samaritan,” repeated Thomas, a language he and Trisha were both familiar with. As both his and Trisha’s head now bobbed around the discs, studying all the letters which ran in a circular fashion around the discs, Mark got up from the table and stretched himself out on the couch at the other end of the study.
“I guess I’ll leave you two to it, then.”
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It was another two hours before they all sat around the table again. Thomas had a piece of paper in his hand, on which there were innumerable symbols and letters and unintelligible squiggles, clearly the byproduct of his and Trisha’s effort. In the middle of the page, surrounded by all the gibberish, however, sat a few lines of perfectly formed English. It was the outcome of what he and Trisha felt was the closest interpretation of the markings on the discs. It ran as follows:
From the biggest lion upon the land,
Three days west across the sand,
The circles grow small,
From far see all.
Golden hook on the crest,
Ebony vest upon thy breast
Awaits with bated breath,
Keenly upon your certain death
They sat looking at it silently; a puzzle more complex than the disc alignment they had just barely managed to solve a few hours back. Not a single line made sense. Mark ran his fingers through his hair and Thomas looked visibly tired. Trish spoke up,
“OK, guys. This is great progress. We actually managed to get something out of these damned rings. We can try again after a while. Let’s take a break.”
Mark looked at both her and Thomas. Shaking his head he said,
“Even if we manage to figure out what these lines mean, where is our starting point? I mean where do we go from there?”
“Maybe it’s in those verses,” said Thomas.
Mark nodded looking down at the discs. There were no more clues, no more markings – nothing more than those meaningless verses. He ran his hands over the surface of the discs, letting his fingers feel the etching on it. His hands traveled over the letters and came round to the shallow crack that they had all noticed on the discs. Suddenly he took his hand of the discs as if he had received an electric shock. He had noticed something strange, something they had all missed till now. The crack line on the two discs hand also lined up!
As Mark stared at the discs, his eyes brightened up and his pupils dilated. The crack - so to speak - was no crack at all! It traveled like a crooked snake across the discs, spanning both surfaces – and Mark recognized the shape immediately. Trisha and Thomas understood Mark had stumbled on to something as he hurriedly got up from his chair and ran to the bookcase. He returned with a big, oversized book and slammed it on the table. WORLD ATLAS.
Flipping the pages as fast as he could he stopped at a particular page and pointed. Thomas and Trisha stared at the page, stunned. On the page was a map; a meandering line ran from top to bottom along it. Its shape was identical to the shape of the crack on the discs – an exact match. Next to this thick black line on the map were the words “The Nile” and across the page, along the breath of the map ran the word “EGYPT”!
Chapter 3
“Attention passengers. This is a boarding call for flight EA-713 to Cairo. Please proceed to gate 32A”
The soft, yet robotic female voice crackled over the public address system in the sprawling waiting lounge. People got up from their seats and hurried along like a chaotic group of ants to the boarding gate.
“We’ll go last”, said Trisha tying up her hair in a smart ponytail. Mark and Thomas sat besides her, busy studying a map of Egypt, which had lines drawn in pencil and notes written in Thomas’ handwriting. The two hadn’t even heard the announcement. As the hall cleared and the last of the other passengers for the flight entered the aero-bridge, Trisha nudged the guys beside her.
“C’mon boys! It’s the last call.”
Folding up the map, they got up and headed towards the gate dragging their single trolley bags behind them. The bulk of their baggage, which included instruments, more maps, books and special archeological equipment, had been checked in earlier. But now they looked like normal tourists.
As they boarded the plane they noticed the initial cacophony onboard had already settled down. They made their way down the aisle and spotted their seats. It was a big plane – a jumbo; there were two seats on each of the window sides and in the middle were rows of four seats each. Three consecutive seats out of such four in the middle of Row K were theirs. A young man was already seated in the fourth seat at the end. They arranged their luggage in the overhead bins and slid in with Mark on one end, Thomas in the middle and Trisha next to the man at the other end. As they settled in, the plane taxied slowly to the runway and the captain’s smooth voice came on over the speakers to announce the usual information about the flight course.
Trisha looked at the young man next to her. He seemed fresh out of university it seemed he was on vacation. He wore a tight t-shirt with a picture of a graffitied eagle in the front. His sleeves were rolled up exposing his muscular arms and it was evident he had already traveled a bit from his tanned skin. His squarish features, according to Trisha, told of a Scandinavian background. In his hands he held a guide book of Egypt and on his left wrist he wore beads and a metal chain. He looked at Trisha and smiled a polite smile. Trisha smiled back and asked,
“First time to Egypt?”
“Ya,” said the guy in a thick accent.
“You’ll love it!” Trisha quirked with her charming smile.
“You have been there before?”
“Oh, many many times!” remarked Trisha.
It was true. She couldn’t remember how many times she had been to this fabulous country. One of the cradles of civilization. A history lover’s paradise. She could never get enoug
h of the mysteries of the place - The Pharaohs, their symbols, their tombs, and the hieroglyphics; there was no end especially for a history scholar like her. Her mind traveled back to how she and Thomas had taken a trip together to Egypt, funded by the University, for an excavation deep in the Sahara dessert. It had been the first time in Egypt for both of them, the very beginning of their careers. They had been mesmerized by the place. She eyed the simple guide book in the young man’s hand. Useless, she thought but disguised it with another reassuring smile.