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The Laughing Skull pt 2

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The Laughing Skull
Part 2

The Expedition

This had been something Mary had dreamed about all of her young life. The telegram from her father could not have come at a better time. She was about to begin a real adventure and could barely contain her excitement. She, little Mary Iverson was off to the jungle in a far off land like Jane looking for her Tarzan.

Her family had always been something of a shock to her San Francisco community. Mother was one of the old families, white gloves, tea time ECT. Father was a rough and tumble kind. He had always seemed to be strangling under his suit and tie. He was however at his best in snake boots and packing the pistol and rifle that had been a gift from the bandit Poncho Villa. Mary had grown up amid rumors about her wayward father. He was the kind that attracted scandal like honey draws flies.

How Mother had been talked into allowing her little girl to don britches and pack for a trip to Mexico escaped her. All Mary knew that she was going and she had enough of her father’s stubborn streak to be un- wavering as she packed. Besides seeing her father it was an opportunity to see the other side of mother’s family the side she never talked about. Ever since she had been very little Mothers relatives who still lived in Mexico were a taboo subject.

As Maria leafed through the journal she saw that its entry’s corresponded with the photos in the album. Her photos of the trip and her arrival in Mexico. Meeting her family members and of course her father. Maria ran her fingertips over the picture of Sven Iverson and saw at once that he would have been a man she would have gone for. He was ruggedly handsome; perhaps it was the soft tickling sensation she had been feeling that was making her get a little horney. Or the striking resemblance Sven Iverson had to her Phillip.

Mary Iverson was in her glory No skirts no cumbersome undergarments. She felt free and kind of wild. The heat of the jungle made most people uncomfortable But Mary was enjoying it. There was no one here watching her every move no whispering old gossips in the shadows, she opened a parcel from her father and in it had been britches, snake boots, and a white cotton blouse. It was a gift more valuable than gold to the young woman who was a girl who had almost always wanted to be her fathers son. Now for the first time in her life she was going to get the chance.

The university and her father were sponsoring a dig in a newly discovered city in the jungle. Some of the photos of this discovery had even made it into the papers in the US. There was much talk of a lost civilization. Perhaps part of the lost continent of Atlantis. The rumor mill was going fast and furious all over Mexico.

Mary was almost disappointed when she arrived at the site, these were not the golden temlpes that she had been told about it was more a pile of ruins and scattered stones in the jungle. Many people were on this site teams from other universities and even teams from other countries were there. Mary journals were alive with her thoughts about the handsome young men she was being introduced to on the site. She was one of very few women in the jungle and the object of more attention than she had ever had in her young life before.

Maria could not help but think of how lucky a girl smart, handsome young men in the middle of a jungle surrounded her. Mary’s journal was full of the thoughts of a young girl for the next few entries then Maria noticed a change in the writing. All though the teams were excited about there finds the local natives were very nervous indeed. There was talk of a buried evil, even talk of a cursed temple in the jungle. Mary had paid attention to the mutterings and whispers of the workers. One morning they were a lot more nervous. Sven Iverson had found the beginnings of a ruined temple.

There were things about this temple that were kind of wrong from the very beginning. There were many buildings in this temple complex but this one seemed to have been a ruin a lot longer then the others. It appeared to have been abandoned perhaps a century before the others. This peaked Sven Iverson’s interest. He even moved his camp to the steps of the temple, spending many nights with a lantern looking at the carvings and symbols on the walls. On the third night Mary’s journal tells about being awakened in the middle of the night by giggling laughter that seemed to sweep through the camp like a warm wind.

The next morning a great many of the workers were nervous. Some had even pulled up stakes and disappeared into the night. The camp was alive with rumors and whispers. Mary was all to ready to begin her adventure. Her father had left a young local. Ramone was about her age and was one of the water bearers on the site. He had slipped and fallen on the steps of the temple before Mary had arrived and was now hobbling around the camp on a crutch. They had been told to stay in the cleared area of the camp but Mary was far too eager to explore, over Ramone`s protests they began to look over the rubble on the far side of the temple. The debris were scattered over a flat area with a small depression at one end.

As they looked over the fallen stones something caught Mary’s eye. Sticking out of the rubble pile like a sliver was a single carved pillar. She knew about these her father had called them steles or something. She knew that they had important stuff on them. Her dad was going to be so proud of her. She had just pulled away some of the plant life covering it when Ramone caught up with her. As Mary was about to remove more of the vines and brambles Ramone caught her by the arm and told her she must not do this.




“Do not be silly Ramone” she said its just stone. As she peeled back a layer of moss a face and body on the pillar began to emerge. It was a woman in fine dress holding her arms to the heavens. Surrounding her were floating feathers and winding vines. As Mary cleaned the muck off the face of the pillar something began to shine. The eyes of the face were set with green stones and glowed a little in the sunlight.

Ramone`s reaction was instant he reached out and took hold of Mary’s arm pleading with her to move away from this evil thing. Why are you so worried she asked its just stone it couldn’t hurt you silly? Ramone made one more attempt at pulling Mary away from it before hobbling off back to camp faster than Mary had ever seen him move on that crutch. He was bellowing something at the top of his lungs in Spanish. A word or was it a name. KO KOO KAN.

As Maria read out the name the tingling sensations on her body jumped into over drive. It was like a feather tip had touched each of the little symbols on her body all at once. The tingling sensation swept through her body like a warm wave. As she repeated the name those sensations grew a little stronger and lasted a little longer. As Maria teased herself a little with this new sensation she found that even thinking the name gave her these sensations. This was something that Maria was going to love experimenting with.

As she turned the pages of the journal familiar things began to jump out at her. Some of the symbols on the pages were the ones Phillip had written on her ticklish skin. As she ran her fingers over the symbol there was an instant tickling sensation on the symbol on her body. A wicked thought crept into Maria’s mind, could it be some kind of tickle voodoo.






Her thoughts were interrupted by the buzzer she gathered the towel around herself and went to answer it. When she heard Phillips voice on the intercom the tingling came back once again. Within moments a knock came to her door and she greeted Phillip with a warm kiss and led him over to the bed telling him she had something he just had to see. As she sat him on the bed she stood before him and let her towel fall to the floor. Remember these she asked pointing to the small red symbols on her bare skin? A puzzled look came over Phillips face not that he minded his girl friend undressing in front of him far from it but in an instant Maria realized he did not remember the fun in the store room at all.

I found something very interesting in the storeroom today she said as she sat on the bed next to him. She leaned over and nibbled on his ear and told him in a whisper it was something they just had to explore. You are the expert in old languages she said. Are these Maya symbols like I think? Phillip usually found deciphering old text boring but this time it was not some dusty book or scroll it was a living tapestry of skin. He looked carefully at them and reached out to touch one of the fading symbols. The closer his fingers came to it the more intense the tingling became till it swept through Maria’s body like a soft shock. Maria jumped back giggling wrapping herself in the towel again. Stop that it tickles far too much she giggled.

This was indeed a strange turn of events for Phillip. Maria had always enjoyed being tickled and never turned down such a touch before. As the towel moved over her body the sensations swept her again the more she tried clam herself the more intense they became till in front of Phillips eyes she descended into a giggling mass on the floor beside the bed. Mixed in among the giggles were words he did not know and some he could barely make out, one of them was book.





Turning around Phillip say the journal open on the bed and at once say the same symbols laid out on the paper. As he read them to himself the tickling sensations and giggling form Maria grew in their intensity. Within moments he had her wiggling on the floor in full blown laughter he also found that if he touched the symbol in the book as he read it the sensation on his helpless victim was increased 10 fold.

Maria had given up all attempts at covering herself now. A sensation of power swept through Phillip like a puppet master making his toy move, squirm and begin to beg for mercy. Phillip was enjoying this more than he had ever enjoyed Maria’s little fetish before, his dominant nature took hold of him and he began to tickle torture his helpless victim. As his fingers touched one of the icons a new surge of giggles erupted from Maria. Phillip found that each one he touched seemed to tickle and tease the little red mark on her body. Tracing the form of the icon with his fingernail resulted in full-blown laughter from his little tickle puppet.

Phillip was beginning to enjoy the spectacle unfolding on the floor at his feet. Tuning around he reached for the vase Maria always kept at the bedside table. She arranged feathers in these vases all over the apartment just like some people arranged flowers. That way a tickle toy was available any time she or someone else had need of one. Selecting a long, stiff white feather Phillip ran the tip of it across one icon then another. He watched in amazement the twisting and thrashing of his tickle toy as she squirmed and giggled before him.

Tuning the feather he traced across the out line of one icon with the quill of the feather and Maria erupted in a fit of laughter. Phillip worked hard now to remember everything he had ever learned about the Maya icons and soon he was able to skip from one icon to another to have the effect of jumping from tickle spot to tickle spot on his captive.



With almost a sadistic glee he reduced Maria to a sweating, giggling mass at his feet. As he studied the text her felt Maria's hand touch his ankle. He looked down into the pleading eyes of his playmate as she began to beg for mercy. All the times that Phillip had indulged Maria's little fetish, he had never seen her beg and plead like this. He was enjoying this immensely.

“Please no more” Maria begged, “ I can’t stand it”. Phillip looked down at her and stopped the deciphering. “I will stop if you will do exactly as your told my little tickle slave” Phillip remarked. The sensation of power crept through Phillip, “let me just see now” he said scratching his chin playfully. This was just to good an opportunity to miss out on.

“You must do anything I ask or else my love,” he said looking down into her eyes. “ Yes master” Maria said looking up for the first time and seeing the green shade had returned to her Phillips eyes. “ You will shower again my pet this time with the door open so I can watch you” he snickered. “Then I want you to dress in that little white halter I like so much and the jean cutoffs that you look so delicious in,” he told her. “Then its back here to join me on the bed for more research” he told her. Maria began to kneel up pulling the towel around her. “No one told you to cover yourself slave” he taunted her. Phillip swept the feather tip across several of the icons to tickle Maria into submission.

This time Maria stood up in front of him her body still glistening with sweat from the tickle session. Phillip watched her move across the room to the shower and step in. As Maria showered again Phillip caressed some of the icons and heard the spurts of giggles in the shower. He made a mental note to himself to test the range of this tickle voodoo first chance he got.
 
Great story! Keep it going!!!
 

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