The Laughing Skull
Of all the luck Maria thought. Getting the museum job had been all she had thought about since graduation. She had seen herself as a Idiana Jones or a Laura Croft instead she was ushered into a dusty basement room of the museum to cataloge artifacts. These were not big ticket items, they were the piles of junk donated to the museun over the years by people who had collected then during there travels. All of them beileved them to be treasures but most were tourist junk from the far corners of the world.
Maria had been told to go through each and every artifact. Even if it was junk it could be the junk of a big museum contributor. Besides the museum was going to get rid of the junk soon and needed to know what was junk and what was not. There were things here from all over, from fake egyption to fake shrunken heads. Maria made a mental note for herself to dress more appropriately for work the next day. She had dressed to the nines in the hope of impressing her new bosses, but as the door closed behind her she knew that there would be no one here to look at her anyway. As she approached the old grey metal desk in the corner of the room she stoped and looked at herself in a large fake gilt mirror leaning against the wall.
Its a pity she thought as she looked over herself in the mirror. She was tall for a Hispanic 5 ft 8 in her high heels. Long legs, a nice toned behind, a flat belly and pert hand sized breasts with nipples that were standing up tp attention becouse of the chill in the room. Her knee length skirt was not going to get her noticed or her tight blouse on this job. Jeans t shirt and sneakers tommorow Maria snickered.
As she settled into her desk she set out her name plaque she had made for this new job, no one will ever see it here in the black hole of Califorina she thought. She had heard this place called the black hole by other interns over the years, some had even called this place creepy. There even was a urban legand that a girl working down here in the 60`s had dissapeared without a trace. But Maria had never payed these whispers any mind before and was not about to bow to silly superstision now.
She opened the drawers of the desk and picked up the catologe clip board from the desk. Some of the work had already been done by an intern last month but he had been offered a better job and was out of the black hole in a flash. Well the work will not do itself she thought and turned in her chair. As she stood up she saw some movement in the shadows. " Hello who is there" she said ."Come out or I will call security". As Maria picked up the phone a figure dressed in grey overalls steped into the light. It was Mr. Wilson the janitor for this building.
"Sorry to spook you miss no one told me that you were in here" As Mr.Wilson steped forward extending his hand. "I am sorry if I scared ya missy". Maria had seen him in the halls since she had been a freashman he was harmless enough but had a nasty habit of calling girls missy and guys lad. " I had better get the lighting problem in here if you are going to working down here missy" he said. He handed her his long black flashlight and turned to leave. "I will get the ladder and get these lights all up and running for ya missy". In a flash he was gone Maria could hear him whistleing down the hall and somehow the place became a lot less creepy.
The Store room was A series of shelves, piles of junk, and dusty crates. Maria uesd the flash light to look down the rows and for the furst time realized she was in way over her head. As she worked her away to the back wall she struck her knee and almost fell into one of the crates , the flashlight fell from her hand and rolled away leaving her in the dark. As Maria steadyed herself she looked around to see if she could spot the flshlight, seeing a small ray of light comming from the crate gave her hope as she pulled away some of the small artifacts. The light however was not comming from the flashlight, but from a small crate hidden in the pile.
As Maria reached for the small crate the room was suddenly full of light. It almost gave her heart failure till she heard the voice of Mr. Wilson behind her. As she turned Mr. Wilsons face changed from cheer to worry. "God missy your as white as a sheet, seems to be my day for scaring you witless" he said . With a wave of his hand he said " As promised I fixed the lights for you. Is there anything else you need before I head off to the upper floors". "I am sorry Mr. Wilson but I droped your flashlight its here somewhere". "Its ok missy I can get it anytime now just let me help you back to your desk and I will call someone to look at that cut of yours" For the furst time Maria realized that she had skinned her knee like a silly school girl rummaging around in the dark.
More embarassed then hurt Maria told him it was ok and would look after it herself and in a few moments Mr. Wilsom was once again whistleing down the corridor. Sitting at her deask Maria quietly cursed herself for beeing such a clutz. she sliped off her shoes and stood up to remove the ruined pantyhose. Once the pantyhose were down to her knees she sat once again and slipped them off her smooth toned leg. " Would you like some help with that" boomed a voice right behind her. Maria turned picking up the etter opener from her desk Only to look into the eyes of her boyfriend Phillip.
Phillip knelt down and placed Marias ankle on his shoulder. Maria liked seeing his eyes light up as she watched his eyes slowy pan down her leg, along her now bare thighs and up her skirt. maria had known since she was very young exactly what to do to make boys and now men do exactly what she wanted them to do, it was her power over them. As his gaze moved back up her long leg she ran her hands through his hair and was tempted to draw his head in much closer, it was a naughty thought that was shifted back into the real world when she heard the faint whistleing from down the hall . " Not here sweetie old Wilson is around somewhere" Maria said. But while your down there you might as well be usefull, as she handed him a band-aid from her purse.
"Furst let me kiss it better" He said as he lowered his head once again. as his lips touched the sensitive scratch Maria shifted a little in her chair and let out a small yelp, "Must Not move my pretty" Phillip said as he traced a finger tip across the back of her knee. It was like a shock ran through her leg, Maria could make men do as she wanted them, however one tickle was enough to crack her armour more than one would make her crumble into a giggleing mass. Before she could react Phillip grabed her ankle with one hand and her thigh in the other so he could run the tip of his tounge along her out streched thigh. Maria felt her resolve crack then crumble into dust like most of the artifacts in this store room.
It took a few moments for Maria to regain her composure. When she did she reached down and grabed Phillip by the hair lifting his tickling tounge from her thigh. She stared into his eyes and saw the wicked little gleem in them. "Not here" she whispered. removing her leg from his shoulder Maria looked around and said " come with me" as she lifted herself from the chair and hooked a finger into the top of Phillip`s shirt as she lead him to the back of the store room. Stoping only long enough to turn the dead bolt on the store room door.
Maria had seen something other than the glow Sitting in the same row was a high backed old chair, over stuffed and carved with decaying gilding on the arms. This chair had seen better days, It was perfect. Phillip looked around as they moved down the row of shelves, makeing mental notes of the things he saw. Phillip was into the bondage part of thier relationship but had always concidered tickling to be silly. He did however cater to Maria`s love for it becouse it was easier to convince her to play bondage games if he tickled her just enough to make her pliable and willing.
As they moved closer to the chair Phillip almost tripped over the lost flashlight. He picked it up and turned it back on and used it to look over the chair Maria was right it was perfect. Maria sat herself down in the chair with a flurry of dust that made her sneazze a little. As she settled in Phillip used the flashlight to quickly servey the nearby shelves for what ever could be used to secure his playmate to the chair. All phillip could find was a roll of forgotten packing tape and a few parcels wraped up with twine, this would have to do he thought.
"Now where were we" Maria said with a giggle in her voice. Maria raised her leg teaseingly as phillip picked up the packing tape and several of the small parcels, as he did so something clattered to the floor. he looked down with the flashlight and saw it was a black obsidian blade bound up with a leather thong for a handle. he used it quickly to cut the twine from one of the parcels and wraped it around Marias out streched ankle and strung it up and tied it off to the shelf support.
Now his fingers once again slipped down her now trapped leg tickling thier way to the hem of her hiked up skirt. He began to undo the buttons on the frount of her skirt and slowly it fell away exposeing her long toned leg. He undid all the buttons except the one at the top holding the skirt around her thin waist. As he finished he sliped his hand under her other leg and lifted it as he worked his way back to her other ankle with kisses and nibbles. His touch was so very gentle and his fingers tickled ever so lightly as they crept down her bare leg. It was more than enough to get Maria squirming in the chair. When he reached he other ankle he tied it off with the twine to the shelf support on the other side. Her ankles were now traped in mid air between the shelves and her bare toes wiggled in the air.
Phillip looked over his handy work and pickled up the roll of packing tape and stepped between Maria`s spread legs and moved up close to her and pickled up her arm and raised it up to the top of the high backed chair and taped it to the carved top. as he did this his lips nibbled on Maria`s neck garrenteed to make her melt before she could react he had begun to tape the other wrist to the top of the chair. very soon Maria was all secured and ready for what ever Phillip had in mind for her. She was happy remembering that she had locked the door.
His hands ran down the frount of her blouse undoing the buttons on it as he went. As he undid the buttons he nibbled with his lips and traced along the upper edges of her bra with the tip of his tounge. He undid the last of the buttons and slowly opened her blouse. Once open his fingers slid in along her traped ribs. His hands were warm and Maria was enjoying his touch,yes she thought to herself he is getting the idea all her months of training him were paying off. Just then he dug in his fingertips and Maria let out giggling howl, try as she might to twist away it was no use the padded arms of the chair held her hips in place.
All she could do was struggle a bit as he began to tickle with his fingers along her ribs and his lips nibbleing along her belly, when he stuck his warm tounge into her belly button Maria almost went balistic. As she squirmed in the chair he began to fondle while he tickled. he slowly traced his fingers onto her belly and did a finger walk up to her bra undoing the frount clasp and slideing his hands under it he paused just long enough to tease her harding nipples and then his fingers sliped under her raised arms. As his fingers slowly circkled down into the center of her underarm Maria`s giggles became full blown laughter. he trailed his tounge between her breasts and up her neck kissing her.
"Hold that thought" he said as he stood up in frount of her, "I will be right back " as he turned and slipped out od sight into another of the rows. "Don`t you dare leave me like this "shouted Maria. Maria never liked being left alone while tied the thought of being cought in a situation like this was one of her worst fears.
She was scared and excited all at once. In a moment Phillip re appeared with a aztec head dress. It had been used for an exibit last year. The reason it had cought his attention were the feathers in it. Phillips quick look around had yielded several usefull things. there were both long hard feathers in the headdress and soft fluffy ones. In his other hand was a small crop like object like a back scratcher. Maria`s eyes widened as he held it out and began to use it on her tied feet. The sensation was immediate causing maria to pull hard on the twine that held her foot fast. It was of little or no use these shelves were set into the cement of the floor.Phillip began to run the smooth edge of the scratcher up the inside of her thighs drawing circles with it on the back of her knee.
Then he pulled out one of the soft feathers from the head dress and set it down on a crate so the rest of the feathers would be handy when he needed them. This was almost a different Phillip than Maria knew. He had been willing to tickle her before but only to get what he wanted from her. This time it was something very different. He knelt between her out streched legs tickling along one with the staff and with the soft feather on the other. The sensations quickly overwhelmed Maria`s scenses. She decended into a giggling mass in the chair Phllip began to use the soft feather on the outer edges of her belly slowly working his way into the center of her belly button. When he did he turned the feather and began to draw small figures around her belly button with the quill.
Maria`s laughter was now bordering on screams Phillip reached up and placed the leather thong handle of the Obsidian knife blade between her teeth giving her something to bite down on. Once that was done he reached for the head dress once again pickling out a long pointed feather.with one hand he used the soft feather on her left breast while his other hand used the long pointy feather to slowly tickle under her raised arm.
Phillip had never mastered being a true tickler before but this was more than Maria had ever had from him at one time, the best part of it though Maria got the impression that he had no plans to stop anytime soon. He bagan to explore her body one inch at a time driving Maria almost out of her mind. Every so often he would turn the feathers again and draw on her ticklish skin with the quill . This new twist was driving Maria nuts it tickled like mad and seemed to last even after he had moved to a new spot. Maria bit down hard on the leather and her muffled giggles seemed to spurr Phillip on.
The more she struggled in the chair the more dust was raised as the dust settled down onto her now sweating body Maria began to notice something, the marks Phillip was drawing were attracting the dust . These were not random drawings They were small symbols, Maria had seen these before on the temples in her native Mexico.
As Phillip drew them and re drew them her tickling sensation kept increaseing till she was dripping with sweat and the symbols seemed to cover her whole chest and belly. he would lick a patch of ticklish skin and begin to draw, he was even mumbleing something he had never done before. That was when Maria furst noticed the light in the room had taken on a very green glow. Looking over Phillips shoulder she noticed for the furst time that the green glow was comming from the small crate she had noticed before. Phillip was teaseing her nipples with his tounge and lips while tickling under both her arms as he drew his head up Maria heard some of the mumbles become clearer. It was enough to start her panicing his mumbled words were not in english but in Maya.
With every tickling stroke now the green glow behind him grew. as it grew his tickling became more intense targeting the spots on her body that were the most sensitive and playing with them like a cat would play with a mouse. when his head come up to kiss her again Maria looked into his eyes and truely paniced for the furst time. she spit out the odsidian blade and screamed for him to un tie her at once. his blue eyes that Maria loved so much had taken on a green tint to them.
As he relented and began untieing her the green glow from the crate subsided as did the change of eye color. This was very spookie Maria was not one to panic easy but this tickle session had been both intense and scary at the same time. More over Phillip did not seem interested in sex a true change of style had happened. once they had settled down a little Maria began to put her clothing back into some semblance of order. Phillip kissed her and told her he would be waiting for her back at the appartment , with a wink he chucked "to finish what we started here" he said. As Maria had dressed she looked closer at the symbols on her skin. She had seen some like this on the temples when she had been down to visit her grandmother in mexico.
Once Phillip had gone Maria went back to clear up the chair and remove the evidence of her little trist in the back. As she steped into the row she once again looked down at the small crate. it was wraped in brown paper and labeled that it was from the estate of the late Mary Iverson. under the crate were two leather bound books. Maria picked up the small crate and placed it under her arm and picked up the two books. the moment she picked up the books a tingleing tickling sensation ran under her arm. Letting out a yelp she droped what she was carrying the books landed with a thud on the floor while the crate fell and broke open spilling out its packing material and one large green object.
Maria was now worried that she had damaged a real artifact. Bending over to pick it up Maria looked into the eyes of a jade green carved skull , Not a normal skull like she had seen exibited before this one was carved to appear to be laughing. All the other skulls like this she had seen of heard of were crystal. This one was carved out of solid jade. The tingleing sensation crept into her hands as she handled it, it was like someone was running a feather up the back of her arm. Maria once again picked up the books one was a photo album and the other a jurnal. It read The Iverson Expidition 1919.
Maria Locked up for the day and did finally retun the flashlight to Mr. Wilson. He noticed that she had the books under her arm. "Homework on your first day huh" he chuckled. As Maria headed for her apartment she could still feel some of the tingling sensations on her skin under her clothing. Once or twice it was a lot more intence. It was becomeing a very anoying sensation. Once through the door of her small apartment she bagan to strip off Her soiled clothing as she headed for the shower. The books were dropped on the bed and momentatarily forgotten.
As she stood in frount of the mirror in the bathroom she looked now at the dusty symbols on her bare skin. as she looked at them in the mirror they began to tingle once again. here in privacy she could enjoy the sensation a little as she prepared her shower.
As she began her shower however she began to notice that the dust was in no hurry to be off her bare skin. Maria grabed the Shower massager head that had been a gift from Phillip. As the water pelted her skin the sensations went off the scale. it was like she was being tickled in those spots all over again. She even picked up the luffa and scrubbed, this made the sensations so strong she almost had to steady herself against the wall of the shower.
An overwhelming feeling of tingling pleasure ran through her body as she washed. As she left the shower she looked once again in the foggy mirror. the symbols were still there now reddened by the scrubbing but they were begining to fade. Maria wrapped herself in a towel and layed down on her bed to begin looking over the books she had rescued from the store room. The leather bound books were almost warm to the touch as she opened the photo album.
Before her on the pages stood a strikeing young woman. Mary Iverson was 16 and on her first real adventure in her young life. Maria was suprised that the photos in the album were is as good a shape as they were being the better part of 100 yrs old. Maria settled into the pages bent her knees and lifted her now wrinked bare feet toward the ceiling as she leafed through the photos. Every now and then she could swear that she could still feel that pointed feather running over her softened soles. This sensation could hang around as long as it liked she thought to herself.
This had been something Mary had dreamed about all of her young life. The telagram 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 familys, white gloves, tea time ect. Father was a rough and tumble kind. He had always seemed to be strangleing 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 Pancho Villa. Mary had grown up amid rummours about her wayward father. he was the kind that attracted scandal like honey draws flys.
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 fathers stuborn streak to be un wavering as she packed. Besides seeing her father it was an oppertunity to see the other side of mothers family the side she never talked about. Ever since she had been very little Mothers relations who still lived in mexico were a taboo subject.
As Maria leafed through the jurnal she saw that its entry`s corisponded with the photos in the album. Her photos of the trip and her arival in mexico. Meeting her family members and of course her father. Maria ran her finger tips over the picture of Sven Iverson and saw at once that he would have ben 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 strikeing resemblance Sven Iverson had to her Phillip.
Mary Iverson was in her glory No skirts no combersome 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 valueable 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 sponcering a dig in a newly disovered 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 civilisation. Perhaps part of the lost continent of Atlantis. The rumour mill was going fast and furious all over mexico.
Mary was almost disapionted 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 scatterd stones in the jungle. Many people were on this site teams from other university`s and even teams from other country`s were there. Mary jurnals 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 she was in the middle of a jungle surounded by smart, handsome young men. Mary`s jurnal was full of the thoughts of a young girl for the next few entrys then Maria noticed a change in the writeing. All though the teams were excited about there finds the local natives were very nervious indeed. There was talk of an buried evil, even talk of a cursed temple in the jungle. Mary had payed attention to the mutterings and whispers of the workers. One morning they were a lot more nervious. Sven Iverson had found the beginings of a ruined temple.
There were things about this temple that were kind of wrong from the very begining. There were many buildings in this temple complex but this one seemed to have been a ruin a lot longer then the others. It appeard to heve been abandoned perhaps a cenutry before the others. This peaked Sven Iversons 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 jurnal 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 nervious. Some had even pulled up stakes and dissapeared into the night. The camp was alive with rumours 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 barers on the site. He had sliped and fallen on the steps of the temple before Mary had arrived and was now hobbling aroung the camp on a crutch. They had been told to stay in the cleared area of the camp but Mary was far to eager to explore, over Ramone`s protests they began to look over the rubble on the far side of the temple.
As they looked over the fallen stones something cought Mary`s eye. Sticking out of the rubble pile like a sliver was a single carved pillor. She knew about these her father had called them stealas 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 cought up with her. As Mary was about to remove more of the vines and brambles Ramone cought 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 pillor began to emerge. It was a woman in fine dress holding her arms to the heavens. Surounding her were floating feathers and winding vines. As Mary cleaned the muck off the face of the pillor 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 can not hurt you silly. Ramone made one more attempt at pulling Mary away from it before hobbleing 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 tingleing sensations on her body jumped into over drive. It was like each of the little symbols on her body had been touched by a feather tip 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 jurnal 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 vodoo.
Her thoughts were interupted 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. Remenber 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 frount 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 store room 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 decifering old text boreing but this time it was not some dusty book or scrool it was a living tapistry of skin. He looked carefully at them and reached out to touch one of the fadeing 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 giggleing wraping herself in the towel again. Stop that it tickles far too much she giggled.
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