Elsa

Elsa slowly came to with a dull headache, her mind pulled from unconsciousness as something shook her body up and down gently. As her vision sharpened she realised she was in the front seat of a vehicle, driving through the wilderness on a very rough road. Everything ached, she was weak enough that even the movement of bringing her hand up to her head took almost everything she had. What had happened? She couldn’t remember anything beyond the collapse of the temple and lifting Jack onto her back in the snow. How did she make it out alive? Where was Jack? She closed her eyes to try and dull the throbbing pain in her head, soon realising that she could feel the leather of the car seat against her bare skin. She was still completely naked.

“You awake. I worried you dead.” A gruff male voice came from the seat next to her, it must have been the driver. She half opened her eyes and saw a man, probably local to the area, maybe a few years younger than her, dressed in warm winter clothing. He was well groomed for a peasant, maybe he was a Sherpa who operated in the area? Whoever he was she was lucky, the odds of someone finding them were slim.

“Jack… Where’s Jack…” She moaned, trying to turn her head but only meeting more pain.

“You mean boy? He sleep in back. Warm. Safe.” The man explained in very poor English. It looked like they were in a sizable truck, and she saw what looked like someone lying under a blanket in the back, among the piles of equipment and bags of supplies.

“Thankyou…” She whispered, closing her eyes again. Feeling calm for the first time in a while.

“I help you. You help me.” He said flatly.

“Sure, what do you need help with? If you get us back to town I can pay you, whatever you need.” She said quietly, trying to conserve her strength. A few moments passed in silence, and she felt like she was almost going to drift back to sleep when suddenly her hair was gripped tightly and her head was pulled down and over to the man’s lap. Her eyes shot open and she saw that he had pulled down his thick fur pants and his cock was exposed in front of her, the man pushing her face against it, the foul smelling flesh rubbing against her lips. She yelled out and pushed herself away with her hands, the man letting go of her.

“No! What is wrong with you? I’ll give you money, understand? But not that!” She cried out, disgusted. Suddenly the man slammed on the brakes and the truck stopped, Elsa bracing herself in the cabin as far from his cock as possible. She was ready to try and defend herself but the man didn’t grab at her again, instead he just pointed behind them.

“You no help I put boy outside. He freeze.” He said bluntly. Elsa felt sick to her stomach as she looked around, it was almost solid white through the windows, they were truly in the middle of nowhere and he would almost certainly die outside. Somehow, she knew she had to do as she was told, even if it was the second time she would be sexually humiliated in as many hours. Shamefully, she nodded her head, closing her eyes. The man’s fingers gripped her hair again, and again pulled her down against his cock, this time slightly erect against her cold lips. Slowly, and with great reluctance, she stuck her tongue out and licked the man’s disgusting member, trying not to gag as she took it in her mouth. She ran her lips up and down the shaft in slow, deliberate movements, it wasn’t her first time sucking a cock but it wasn’t exactly her favourite pastime, and her whole body was still throbbing in pain from the earlier ordeal. As his dick grew in size she suddenly felt a hard slap against her ass, which made her almost dizzy with pain after Braxton had brutalised the same soft flesh earlier.

“Fast.” The man demanded, Elsa groaning deeply in response. She repositioned herself so she was kneeling on the passenger seat, and snaked one hand around to grab his shaft, stroking it while she took the head between her lips, sliding her tongue underneath. It tasted horrible, but the quicker she got this over with the quicker she could rest. The man drove on as she bobbed her head up and down and worked his cock between her fingers, her thick, round ass sticking up behind her. Much to her annoyance, he didn’t seem to be close to finishing, and she was too scared to stop or slow down, the German archaeologist feeling more violated with every minute that ticked by. When the man started stroking her ass with one hand she closed her eyes in annoyance but kept going, powering through the humiliation. However, as he slipped his fingers between her ass cheeks and his index finger found its way to her tightly puckered asshole she stopped for a moment. She was about to protest, but quickly realised she had no choice in the matter, her life was totally in his hands, she may as well be his property. She kept on sucking, and sure enough his finger slipped inside her ass, fingering her from behind as she slobbered over his hard cock. After what felt like forever, he started to finger her harder and faster, and he seemed to be nearing a climax. Sure enough, he stopped the car and grabbed her hair again with his other hand, taking control and fucking her throat like it was a sex toy, slipping a second finger into her ass. She gagged and spluttered, coughing up saliva as his cock rammed into the back of her throat, but she was too weak to put up any resistance. After another ungodly stretch of time being used like a fuck puppet, he gripped her ass hard with his fingers and held her down against the base of his cock, almost choking her out as he started cumming, filling her throat with his disgusting seed. As perverse as the situation was, she tried to remind herself she was doing it to save Jack. At this point she didn’t even know if she wanted to save herself.

Abbey

Abbey Mcnamara knew deep down inside that she was probably fucked. Although the diving cage hadn’t let her down yet she knew it was only a matter of time before those two animals broke it open, and they had made no effort to hide their intentions once they did. In fact they gave her constant demonstrations using Rebecca Wheeler as a prop, Abbey had seen her used so many times in so many ways that their earlier animosities seemed basically irrelevant now. Her fate would surely be the same, and although she knew her father probably had the force of a small army searching for her, she also knew that finding them now would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. The trip across the Mediterranean was such a torture that she almost considered opening the cage herself, she was exposed to the elements in just her thin pink dress, constantly dunked below the waves by the men, who had access to the crane controls, and fed whatever scraps they had leftover from their meals. By the time they reached the shore she was in such a bad state she barely cared that they abandoned the yacht and torched it in the bay, leaving the smouldering wreck to slowly drift out into the sea and slip below the waves. Although they still couldn’t open the cage, they managed to transfer it onto the bed of a truck they had waiting for them, and she was once again being transported to god knows where, this time with a thick tarp over the top so she truly had no idea what was coming. She had seen that Rebecca was loaded into the truck too, as well as that Greek whore. Rebecca was in worse shape than herself and Abbey was honestly starting to wonder how much longer she’d last under the constant abuse. The peppy American know-it-all was gone, replaced by a shell of a woman.

It was two weeks at least since the yacht had been captured when they finally stopped the truck and Abbey could tell from the snippets of conversation that they had reached their destination. She heard the men leave briefly, and when the footsteps returned the tarp was suddenly pulled off the cage, the sunlight almost blinding her. They were in the middle of nowhere, pulled over off a dirt road with endless green fields either side. Another truck had been parked nearby and a small crowd was gathered around her cage. Her kidnappers were there, but so was another woman, a tall figure in a formal black dress that hugged almost her entire body, wearing a wide brimmed hat with a veil that concealed her face, even in the bright sunlight.

“The heiress Abbey McNamara, in the flesh!” Leon, the taller of the two men, announced triumphantly.

“Barely, I thought I told you not to harm her.” The mysterious woman answered in a thick Russian accent. Abbey knew she must have been a sight for sore eyes, she felt worse than terrible.

“We didn’t touch her, we can’t even get her out!” Yan protested. The woman looked across at him, silent and seemingly unimpressed. Were they really not meant to hurt her? Abbey didn’t want to believe that she had suffered all that for nothing. Maybe this was a simple ransom situation and she would be returned home safely, albeit for what would have to be a hefty sum of money given how much she had offered the men to let her go.

“Alright, and what else was on the yacht?” The woman asked, moving on swiftly.

“Nothing interesting, we caught a girl spying on them who turned out to be another archaeologist, some kind of rival from the states. She figured out where our heiress was headed, stole a map… And stole her panties. There was a whore chained up in the engine room too, clearly something about tomb raiding gets these girls hot.” Leon explained, laughing in Abbey’s direction, the blonde woman looking away shamefully. This was the first she had heard about the theft of her bikini… The mysterious woman seemed wholly unamused by the lurid details of the story, but she did perk up at something.

“Hold on… The American girl… Are you talking about Rebecca Wheeler? What did you do with her?” The woman asked. Leon looked nervous.

“She wasn’t part of the deal, was she? We sold her to a slave trader two days ago, along with the whore.” He admitted. There was a moment of silence before the woman answered. Abbey also wondered why she was so interested, Rebecca certainly didn’t have anyone who would pay a ransom for her.

“Well, I would have given you three times what she’s worth as a sex slave but it’s a bit late for that now.” She sighed.

“What did you do with the tablet we found?” Abbey suddenly interjected, breaking her silence to the clear annoyance of Leon.

“A tablet? Now that is intriguing.” The woman turned to him.

“Sorry, call it a finder’s fee. We’re keeping it.” He said matter-of-factly, crossing his arms.

“I really do insist that we negotiate, I’m willing to adjust the price accordingly but I consider that artefact part of the package if it was with McNamara.” The woman shot back.

“Not a chance, that’s the kind of thing you bring to a few different buyers. I’m sure you understand, selling it to you now would just be bad business.” Leon said stubbornly. The woman shrugged.

“Oh well, I didn’t want to have to do this.” She said sullenly, before clapping her hands. Abbey’s shrill voice rang out in a scream immediately following two loud bangs, as the men suddenly dropped, blood bursting out into the air. She had no idea where the shots came from but they were deadly accurate, she had just witnessed a double murder. The woman didn’t seem phased, but she turned towards Abbey and somehow she knew she was smiling behind the veil.

“So sad I was too late for your American friend, but I think you’ll do nicely enough.” She murmured, almost to herself. Abbey cowered in the back of the cage, tiny specks of blood staining her pink dress. Whatever was happening, she had a terrible, sinking feeling that it wasn’t about to end any time soon.

Elsa

Elsa struggled furiously as she was thrown down into the dirt, landing on her knees and trying to get up, only to be held down by a strong hand on her shoulder. She screamed loudly into the bundle of cloth that had been shoved into her mouth, a length of rope holding it in place and tied tightly around her head, pinching the corners of her mouth and making her drool. Her arms were useless, bound together at the wrists and tethered to a length of rope around her neck, keeping them stuck behind her head with her elbows up in the air. She knew they had been tied in that way to show off her body, lifting her breasts and forcing her into a more upright posture. Right now she was nothing more than a piece of meat, put on display for a prospective buyer. She couldn’t help but take a moment to reflect on how she had gotten there.

Over the last day or so the Sherpa had gradually forced her into further sex acts; After sucking him off a few times he demanded they have sex, all with the threat of leaving Jack out in the wilderness to die. She could hardly say no, and she didn’t have enough strength to properly fight back anyway, so she acquiesced each time, until she essentially surrendered her body to him for the rest of the ride. When they finally got to a village and she tried to leave, the man wouldn’t let her. It seemed he had gotten too used to her services and with no one there speaking English but him he somehow managed to convince them she was his property and they helped him subdue her. The bastard left Jack in the care of the village and took her with him, continuing to ravage her as he pleased over the long winding journey through the mountains. There were a thousand things Elsa should have been thinking about, making sure Jack was safe, finding Braxton and bringing him to justice, getting back to the hunt for the lost city, but instead she was totally preoccupied serving as this creep’s constant sex slave, riding in his car with him like a prostitute. He kept her bound up tight and her strength low, only feeding her what she needed to survive and freshening up the bruises on her tender body whenever she fought back. Now they had reached their next destination, some kind of trading post that seemed busy even though they had to be miles away from any civilization. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that it was a hub for illegal smuggling, and the only thing of value this Sherpa was carrying was her. She was kept bound and gagged in the truck for an hour before he finally took her out and threw her down in front of another man, someone who looked considerably richer than the Sherpa.

And that’s how she ended up being appraised, as if she herself was an archaeological find. Despite her fierce protests, muffled by the gag, the prospective buyer inspected her from head to toe, checking her teeth, groping her breasts, her ass, forcing her to stand and turn around. When she refused to bend over, the Sherpa delivered a swift strike to her stomach, enough to knock the wind out of her and let him grab her hair and pull her down forcefully. With her ass sticking up in the air, the buyer was able to grab her cheeks and spread them apart, inspecting her openings, sliding two fingers into her pussy. Her mind struggled to even process the degradation she was going through, not least of all because she was still so weak from her experience in the temple and her subsequent escape. Once the man was satisfied with his inspection she was finally given some clothing, though it barely qualified as such, she was basically dressed in rags that covered her breasts and her crotch, really nothing more than makeshift underwear. She watched helplessly as money traded hands between the buyer and the Sherpa, and she knew she had just been sold as a slave. Although they were out of the icy wilderness now, it was still close to freezing cold and she shivered violently as she was escorted from the buyer’s large tent to a wooden cart drawn by two oxen, tied up at the outskirts of the settlement. She was disturbed to see two other women chained at the wrists and ankles to the back of the cart in a line, dressed and gagged just like she was. They seemed to be in okay health physically, but they looked miserable, one of them with fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. Sure enough, she was chained up in the same way and added to the back of the line while the buyer went to conduct more business, after all, the day was still young. What followed was a brief attempt to try and escape the chains which was quickly quelled by a young man she hadn’t seen inside the wagon who came out and beat her across the ass with a bamboo stick until she stopped struggling. Utterly defeated, she sat down in the dirt with the other women, quietly fiddling with the huge iron padlock attached to her chains. Over the next few hours two more women were added to the chain behind her, she was the only westerner among them and easily the oldest, and she seemed to attract the most attention from the passing men. She tried to communicate with the others through her gag but it was hopeless, she had no idea where she was going or what was happening to her. Just past noon they were all fed a bland tasting stew that Elsa slurped down desperately, terrified that it would be taken away before she was finished. Then, with orders barked to the line in a language she didn’t understand, the women all stood up and set off along a well worn path out of the trading post, the line of slaves forced to keep up with the oxen drawing the cart as the two men rode in it. She could tell from the position of the sun that they were heading roughly northwest, further inland and further from the larger cities where she might be able to get help. The forced march through the cold countryside was brutal but she pushed on despite her body wanting to give up. Even after all the punishment she had been through she wasn’t about to give up hope, there had to be a chance to get free eventually, she’d just have to wait for it to appear.

Silvia

Silvia Salgado, the once proud freedom fighter, was once again being forced to march through the jungle, this time just before dawn with the sun slowly rising, and this time suffering far further humiliation than just her missing pants. The emerging sunlight filtered through the leaves above and cast an eerie glow on her exposed flesh. She had known adversity in her life, but this was on a different level. A thick, black, hard leather collar clung to her neck like a giant shackle, biting cruelly into her skin to constantly remind her of her captivity. It encircled her throat completely, adorned with buckles and rivets, the horrible thing forcing her posture upright as she marched along. The harness gag was still buckled in above it, the straps obscuring her fierce eyes and the giant ball silencing her almost completely. A cold, two pronged hook was mercilessly tugging at her nostrils, embedded deep in place and tied over her head to the harness, contorting her face and making her constantly tilt her head upwards as far as the collar would allow to try and get some relief from the strain. The torment didn’t end there though, every step reminded her of the objects buried deep inside her body, a huge dildo in her pussy and a giant plug in her ass, both kept snug by a metallic belt around her hips and between her legs, locked in place with a padlock at the front, the key to be given to her new owner, presumably. Her arms were out in front of her, but they were useless to help in any way. Her thumbs were imprisoned in a small metal cuff that locked them tightly together, rendering her incapable of any escape or defiance. The length of rope tied to the cuff was constantly tugged along, forcing her to keep up barefoot in the dirt. She had long since suffered the harsh beating that followed any kind of resistance and quickly learned that it wasn’t worth it, the dark bruises on her perfectly round ass serving as cruel reminders. Other than that her body was bare, her large breasts on full display, holding their shape with her dark nipples pointed straight ahead, lightly coated in the drool that strung from her lips. She didn’t make a sound; beyond knowing there was no point in protesting she couldn’t quell the real, deep fear of what was happening to her. Over the last 48 hours she had been fucked almost constantly in every way possible, but now she was being sold off to god knows where, and she didn’t know if that was better or worse than being killed on the spot. Thumbs-first, she continued onward, just able to make out where she was going through the obscuring harness straps. After an hour or so, with the harsh cold eventually turning to uncomfortable heat, she watched as the thick jungle opened up into a field and she saw a crude airstrip laid out before her, with a huge cargo plane sitting on it, being loaded up by dozens of men. Any hope she had of Raphael finding her, if he was even alive, was instantly evaporated. She was being flown out of the country.

“Alright quit staring, we don't have all day!” The leader of the men demanded to his thugs as she was pulled further along. She watched as she was led to a giant wooden spool, something that would be used to transport wire or cables of some kind, though this one was completely bare for now. Her confusion was short lived as the men rolled it up to her and she figured out what was happening.

She started to panic as they spun her around and forced her up to the thing, taking her hands in the thumb cuffs and pulling them up over her head, then fastening the other end of the rope they had been pulling to the centre of the wheel. They worked quickly, but Silvia struggled so hard that almost the whole crowd had to come in and help contain her, which inevitably resulted in a final flurry of unwanted contact. Evidently the men were using the chaos to get a last grope in, so many pairs of hands exploring her body one last time as they did their work. Two of them carefully rotated the wheel back while the others kept her from running, and slowly she was pulled in against the spool, her shoulders just fitting between the wide outer rims, the men roughly holding her in place.

They set to work fastening the buckles around her collar into small notches in the rims so that she was secured inside it. Then, they tied her hair into a ponytail and fastened it in as well, fixing her bust tightly in place with her feet still on the ground. They rolled the wheel a little further back and she was pulled with it, starting to tilt up towards the sky. As her feet left the ground she fell into a full blown panic, kicking her legs wildly as the men grabbed at them, eventually holding them still enough to bind her ankles and knees. As they continued to turn the wheel back, they forced the rest of her body between the rims and secured it in place at her hips, then her knees, then her ankles. Soon she was coiled around the thing, with her back bent around in extreme discomfort and her wrists almost reaching her feet. Her magnificent body was on full display for everyone there and no amount of struggling got her anywhere close to breaking out. With her head hanging upside down and her tits pointing straight up to the sky, a few of the men couldn’t help but get a last squeeze or slap in, adding one final humiliation before she would leave them forever. Then, once they were satisfied she was secure, which they confirmed by rolling the wheel around, making her feel nauseous, they rolled her over to the plane, where another spool sat, this one holding some kind of silky material. Carefully, they unwound the material from the other wheel and placed it over her, covering up her last muffled screams as she was bound up and the layers were piled on top of her, until she was completely buried under it. The spool she was imprisoned in now looked completely innocuous, and no amount of desperate struggling moved it or her more than an inch. She could barely breathe as they rolled her into the cargo hold of the plane and tucked the spool into the corner, along with whatever else they were transporting.

Elsa

The sun rose slowly over the unfamiliar mountains, Elsa had no idea where she was, except that she was miles and miles from safety or freedom. She had been marched through the cold countryside for days on end until she thought she might collapse from exhaustion, the threat of savage beatings being used to keep her going. Now, she was up on an elevated wooden platform, arranged in a line with the other women she was marching with. They were being displayed like trophies, and she could tell from her position in the centre that she was the biggest prize up there. Her wrists were lashed with rough rope above her, tied to a pole that ran across the whole stage over their heads. She could have barely stood on her feet but instead she just let herself hang in place, her toes draped against the wood below her. As the sun rose, light slowly illuminated her body from her legs up to her head, putting her full figure on display. She was still dressed in the same rags she had been marching in, barely covering her breasts and crotch.

There was already a small crowd gathered below her, all men, some already with women who looked like slaves. She could tell they were waiting for the proceedings to begin, a hundred pairs of eyes were running over her body in anticipation. Not long after sunrise the slave merchant that had taken her there announced something to the crowd in a language she didn’t understand, and afterwards started bringing men up in single file, apparently to inspect the merchandise. They came past her one by one, taking their time to examine her like she was an object, barely even acknowledging her as a human. They forced her mouth open, felt her teeth, grabbed her ass, spread her pussy lips, squeezed her breasts. She was beyond exhausted, she couldn’t even fathom fighting back, and regardless, the merchant stood behind her with his dreadful whip the entire time. She had felt its cruel bite enough already on the march, comparatively this was easy, she just had to wait for it to be over. Eventually the potential buyers had all taken their turns inspecting the women on stage, and as far as Elsa could tell it was time for them to be sold. Only as the proceedings began, the words incomprehensible to her, she could tell it was an auction, and at least a dozen men seemed to be in the running. It was her they were fighting for, she could tell by the way they looked her over again before making another bid. She closed her eyes in shame, not sure if it would make any difference to know who was about to own her. All the men looked as though they wanted her for the exact same reason, probably to take her home and use her as a plaything for when their wives were tired.

To her surprise though, the eventual winner of the auction was a man who didn’t appear to have any other slaves with him, and based on the tone and expression of the merchant standing on the stage he had bought her for quite an impressive sum. He was dressed nicely, in expensive looking silks and with a western pair of glasses on, though she could tell from his features that he wasn’t from anywhere nearby, looking more Middle Eastern than South Asian. She expected him to come to the stage and claim her, take her ropes and drag her away or else haul her over his shoulder, but instead he just came to shake the merchant’s hand, then walked away. Elsa couldn’t suppress hopeful thoughts that maybe, somehow, she was being freed, especially as a few of the merchant’s servants took her down from the stage and carried her off behind it. However these thoughts were ended as she was taken directly to a large wooden crate, lined with metal bars on the outside and with an open top. The inside had a layer of straw on the bottom as if it was going to be used to transport an animal, although as the men began to bind her wrists in front of her and her ankles below her she quickly got the idea. If she had no energy left to fight before, she managed to summon some when faced with the prospect of going in the crate, but with her already at a disadvantage and a whole handful of men surrounding her she didn’t stand a chance. They mercilessly beat her, forced her to the ground and hogtied her, wrenching her legs up behind her back and tying them in a bundle to her bound wrists. They pulled her hair into a tight ponytail and tied it back to her limbs as well, leaving her body crying out in pain as she was lifted up and into the crate. She screamed and cried out, yelling obscenities in whatever language she thought they might understand before someone found a ball gag to shove between her lips and buckle in. With her almost naked body nestled in the straw, the men dropped a lid on top of the crate and hammered it shut, leaving the poor German archaeologist with only tiny cracks in the wood to see through.

***

And so, barely a month after the delta source had been unveiled in the halls of Harvard to the four eager archaeologists, they now found themselves scattered across the globe, their destinies taken out of their hands for the time being. While they were occupied with their personal struggles, they remained completely oblivious to the grand celestial ballet above them; Four pale dots in the dark sky, largely uninteresting to modern astronomers, slowly aligned themselves with Earth, starting to coalesce into a bright point. They didn’t realise it yet, but their fates would soon follow a similar pattern, crossing again by chance, or perhaps by the laws of that same celestial ballet…

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