Hot Box Chapter 6, 2 Important Words


Male/Female, Adventure, Romance



William Blake wrote, “The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom.” I really have no idea what that means it just sounded good… and it gave me a good way to start this chapter. Actually it means that the road of excessiveness will eventually lead you to the place where you will find the answers, or the reward you were looking for. In this particular instance the road to excess lead to virtually empty back packs. Though the grass had long since worn off; the amount of energy spent by both of us lead to a rather large feast this morning, dwindling our carried in food supply to just above return status. And for this trip, food and water was everything.

“It looks like we have about five and a half to six days of food left if we really ration things out,” I said as I finished the inventory of our food supply.

Mandy just sat quietly and finished sipping her coffee while I closed up the packs. She looked absolutely stunning in the silver breast plate with all of the added jewelry. Her nipples stuck out strong through the holes in the ends of the breast cups, almost like they were begging me to suck on them. When I made a move to tweak them Mandy pulled back a little and covered them up with her arm. “Not this morning babe,” she said with a bit of a dejected look in her eyes.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” I asked as I knelt down next to her and brushed her hair away from her face.

Mandy set her coffee cup down before she looked me squarely in the eyes. “I don’t know what you did to me last night but I’m just a little bit sore this morning,” as she said that she shifted her weight a little, bringing about a slight grimace to her face.

“I’m sorry about that honey,” I said as I took her hand in mine and kissed the back of it. (No I wasn’t. I was actually a little proud of myself) But, since I was raised to be a gentleman I did feel a little bad that she was in such discomfort. “What can I do to help?”

“Help me out of this,” she said as she reached for the buckles on the side closest to me.

The design of the ‘fancy armor’ was such that Mandy could get in and out of it rather easily all by herself. My assistance was minimal at best while she loosened the buckles under her left arm before repeating the process on the right. With both sides loose she hooked her thumbs under the sides just below her tits and pushed the breast plate forward, swinging it up over her head. I quickly stood up and grasped the shining silver suit, lifting it up and away from Mandy. I could hear her let out a sigh of relief as I removed the heavy piece of dress.

“Wow,” I said as I carefully set the armor down. “This thing is heavy.” I am guessing the form fitting silver was a solid 25 or 30 pounds.

When I turned back around to see Mandy I now understood why she didn’t want me to touch her breasts. With the armor out of the way it was plainly evident that the ends of her breasts, primarily her nipples, areolas, and some of the surrounding tissue was bruised, showing the telltale discoloration from a rough night of abuse. The holes in the breast cups had left distinct rings around the ends of her breasts, coinciding with the bruising.

“Oh my,” she moaned as she gently cupped her purplish looking nipples. “What did you do?”

“It wasn’t me killer,” I said as I picked up my now dry clothes and began to dress. “You were really horny and tried to pull your own breasts out through the holes in the armor.” When she shifted her weight so she could start to stand up she grimaced, bringing her hand down to her crotch to cup her still swollen labia. “That was me,” I said, taking credit where credit was due.

“Help me up,” she said as she extended her hand in my direction, “I’ve gotta pee.”

Mandy moved very slowly and deliberately, staying somewhat bent over at the waist with her legs spread apart. It looked like she had been horseback riding and was suffering from a severe case of saddle sores with the way she gingerly moved out the door to relieve herself. I did feel sorry for her now. Maybe I was just a bit too rough with her. She squatted down to do her thing but nothing happened. Looking down at her wide spread legs she reached in with her hand and gently stroked her cum sealed lips.

“Bring me some water,” she said with a noted look of strain on her face.

Her procedure was rather simple, pour a little water then lightly stroke with her hand, pour a little water, lightly stroke. After two or three applications of water a steady stream of urine appeared, bringing about a very noted look of relief over Mandy’s face.

“Oh yes,” she sighed as she brought her hand down and rested it on her bladder, “that’s what I’m talking about.” When she finished peeing she brought the water to her swollen pussy once again and gave herself a rinse. “I still feel like I’m full of water,” she said as she reached farther between her legs. With a grimace on her face she used her fingers and spread her swollen labia open. Immediately a large trail of cum flowed from inside her and out onto the ground. Mandy looked down at the trail of cum before she looked back up at me.

“It looks like you thoroughly enjoyed me last night,” she said as the thick flow gradually slowed down before stopping.

I have always enjoyed Mandy. From the first day we met through all of our endeavors, she has become the half of me that I love the most. With a bit of a smile on her face she slowly stood up and carefully walked back into the bungalow. I knew she was not mad at me even though she was in obvious discomfort. She relished the feelings we shared just as much as I did, and it showed on a daily basis.

“Five or six more days,” she said as she pulled her makeshift skirt back down into place. “That’s just enough for us to walk out of here.”

“Yea,” I said as I closed up the back packs. “So we need to determine what we are going to take with us.”

We were fortunate, (or I should say Mandy was) that she had left the doors to the treasure room open last night when she had come out. As much as I might have liked to watch her ride the silver key again I don’t think it was possible for her this morning. The sexcapades from last night took too big of a toll on her. Watching her walk gingerly up the passageway did make me feel sorry for her. But even though she was in obvious discomfort, she still sported this strange little smile of satisfaction.

Having already completed an inventory of the treasure room, our task of determining what to take back with us was a little easier. But it still did not solve the issue that we had over 700 tons of treasure and only the two of us to move it.

“How are we going to get ANY of this back through customs?” Mandy asked as she looked around the room at the vast treasure.

“We can’t take it all,” I said as I pulled out one of my extra socks from my back pack. “But with the proper camouflage,” and I held the sock up, “anything is possible.”

The clueless look on Mandy’s face told me she had no idea what I had in mind as I took the sock and dropped it on the floor. Grinding it back and forth under my foot the white material quickly turned almost black. “That should do it,” I said as I picked up the sock and inspected it.

“What are you doing?” Mandy asked as she watched me open up one of the pots filled with the grape sized silver balls.

I took a hand full of the three quarter inch sized balls and dropped them into the now filthy sock. “I’m getting my marbles,” I responded with a smile. “Where is that big ruby?”

A smile came across Mandy’s face as she reached into her pocket and produced the blood red stone. “Camouflage.” She said as she nodded her head up and down, understanding my game plan with the silver balls and the precious gem.

“It’s not very likely I am going to be able to explain away anything else,” I said as I tied the top of the sock in a knot before dropping the heavy bag into the side pocket of my pack. “So this is all I can take with me and not raise any red flags.”

I watched Mandy’s expression change a few times as her eyebrows rose up and down. The gears were turning a hundred miles an hour as she looked around the room. I know she wanted to take as much of it with her as she could. Hell, I was in that boat too. But there simply was no way. Slowly and methodically Mandy removed all but three of the silver bracelets she had donned the night before, stacking them neatly next to the remains of the city’s ruler in the ornate chair. She also set the breast and back plates on the floor at the ruler’s feet and leaned them up against the chair.

“As much as I would love to take this with me,” she said as she leaned the silver suit against the ruler’s legs, “We just can’t do it.” She then reached into her pocket and pulled out the egg shaped diamond and the big emerald crystal. “I think I can only carry these and the big nipple rings,” she said as she held the two stones up and gestured toward the nipple rings hanging from her ears.

“Then I guess our work here is done,” I said as I lifted my back pack and slid it over my shoulders. “We’ll just have to come back for the rest of it.”

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Try and walk away from a treasure of any size and you might just understand how difficult it was for us. We both turned around and looked back up that passageway a dozen times before we reached the key room. Even though we knew it would be safe in there it was still a difficult task to just walk away. But our time was up. Our return to the world was at hand.

Looking down at the silver key sticking up into space I could only imagine what it must have been like for Mandy to have that thing stuck up inside her and spinning around. Its design and concept was a move of sheer brilliance on the part of the creators of this vault, and a wonderful spectators sport. I hated having to leave it behind. I looked up at Mandy to see her looking steadfastly at the silver key. I don’t know what was going through her head at that moment but I could tell there was a bit of sorrow to her expression.

“Be my guest sweetie,” I said as I took a step back.

She gave one last quick look over her shoulder toward the treasure before she quickly reached down and pulled the key free. Instantly the sound of the stones grinding behind us filled the room as the great big doors began to swing shut. It only took about two or three seconds for the doors to completely close, answering the question of how the ruler and the other two women had been locked in there.

“It’s been safe for more than a hundred years,” Mandy said as she looked at the silver key in her hand.