Dear Reader
The events in the following story are loosely based on a real-life event that occurred in the 1990s. The names of the characters and institutions have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty alike.
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The hot Honduran sun beat down on the excavation site while the group of diggers toiled. The group consisted of a dozen students from the University of Tallahassee and they were supervised by Zach Turner, a doctoral candidate who had been put in charge of the day to day management of the excavation. The excavation itself was chosen in an area of the ruins of the ancient citadel of Copan believed to have been a residential compound for the city-state's affluent elite. Zach had brought his fiancé Linda along to join the group dig.
Zach and the group were managed by Professor Hal Jaylor from Tallahassee's Department of Archaeology and Dr Phillpe Duponte a French expert in Maya pottery who had been a resident of the nearby village of Copan Ruinas for over a decade. Duponte seemed to have a influential finger in a lot of pies within the Copan village community.
As the daily temperature rose, each of the diggers began to sweat profusely as they attempted to free their spades from the clay that had been saturated by the previous night's rainfall.
Pieces of broken pottery were rescued from the gluey mud and set aside for preliminary cleaning and recording. Each layer uncovered was plotted and photographed. This process was repeated throughout the working day when the excavation was covered with protective sheeting and the finds were gathered up and deposited in the research facility that lay directly opposite the ruins themselves. The diggers were exhausted with their labour and each longed for a hot shower to rid themselves of the caked clay that clung heavily to their boots and clothes. This was the second week of the scheduled six week project.
Zack too was tired but he kept reminding himself that all the painfully slow progress would be worthwhile and that his PhD thesis would depend on the evidence they uncovered. However, he was somewhat perplexed by the more frequent absences of his fiancé Linda from the daily digging team efforts. She had initially participated eagerly for the first week, but then begged off to do some sight-seeing around the village. Her absences during the day seemed to be getting longer and longer. Late afternoon, the day's dig ended and the group of diggers disbanded to head to their respective hotel rooms. Zach reached his small hotel room that he shared with Linda and took off his mud-caked boots before entering. He found his fiance sitting on their bed wrapped in a towel, combing her wet hair, obviously following a shower. After trying to engage in conversation with her, Linda seemed to Zach somewhat distracted. Puzzled, Zach hit the shower and felt the hot water revive him. He kissed Linda and began to rub her body, undoing her towel in the process. Linda firmly pushed his hands away and said "Zach, I'm just not in the mood tonight...I just need to sleep". Zach was taken aback by her rejection. This was so unlike the Linda he knew who was normally as keen on sex as he was. He decided not to push the issue but instead climbed naked into their shared bed and attempted to sleep. Unfortunately it did not come easy to him and he spent a large part of the night staring at the ceiling and the overhead fan as it rotated noisily above his head. After several hours exhaustion got the better of him and he slipped into sleep.
The following morning, Zack climbed out of the bed careful not to wake his fiancé. He got dressed into his work clothes and boots and headed out to the excavation site. The digging team had already arrived and were setting up for the day's routine activities. Zach pushed the previous night and Linda's rejection of his amorous advances to the back of his mind and immersed himself in the excavation.
Broken pottery sherds were becoming profuse and before long bag after bag were stacked up waiting for further analysis in the research centre.
At about midday, one of the diggers called out to Zach and the others that he had found something unexpected. When the layer of clay was scraped off the diggers saw that the find was a beautifully fashioned obsidian blade about 10 inches long and shaped like a slender leaf. Despite being buried for centuries, the edges of the blade were razor sharp. Zach and the others were elated. As he handled the blade he felt the edges of the volcanic glass bite into the flesh of his hand. "Fuck that thing is sharp! " he exclaimed, as drops of his blood ran down the sides of the blade. He reached for the site first aid kit and found a bandage to wrap around his injured hand. He then turned his attention to the blade and used a water bottle to help clean off the residual mud that caked its surface. Zack had seen images of such knives before from other major Maya sites. He recalled that they were invariably associated with human sacrifices made by Maya priests to their gods. This knife in his hands represented the very first such artefact to be found in the ruins of Copan.
At the end of the days dig activities, Zach was eager to show the obsidian blade to the two site managers. Prof Jallor was in Tegucigalpa replenishing supplies, so Zack decided to show the obsidian knife to Dr Duponte. Without delay, Zach walked up the slightly raised road to Dr Duponte's residence; a fairly imposing compound. He knocked on the heavy wooden door but got no response. He knocked again and waited for some movement from inside. He was about to turn away when the door slowly opened. Maria, one of Duponte's domestic servants addressed Zach in broken English. Zach asked if he could talk to Dr Duponte. Maria looked flustered and her eyes nervously darted as if she had been caught off guard. She eventually asked Zach to enter and take a seat. She left and Zack assumed that she had gone in search of her employer. Zack waited and waited. There was still no response. He stood up and wondered if he should leave. It was then that he heard voices coming from a corridor which led to Duponte's private quarters. It was obvious from the sighs and moans that he was not alone. He was entertaining a lover. Dr Phillipe Duponte had a reputation for decades of being the stereotypical French alpha male who had a reputation of fucking any female with a pulse. In fact it was a reputation that he was proud of and was known to openly brag about. Zach assumed it would be someone Duponte had met from the village. However, the next shrill cry of passion from the unknown female chilled Zach's blood. He recognised that voice. It was the voice of his fiancé, Linda who was egging Duponte to fuck her pussy deeper and faster. There were more wet sounds of flesh being slapped on flesh. Zach was devastated and paralysed. With a sad realisation, he realised that he had been betrayed by both Duponte and his fiancé Linda. They had both taken advantage of his pivotal role as dig supervisor. For some reason Zach felt he needed to witness the betrayal with his own eyes. Creeping stealthily towards Duponte's bedroom door, he then slowly turned the brass door knob. There they were, Duponte and Linda so deep into their fucking that they didn't hear Zack's entry. Duponte was fucking Linda doggy-style, with deep penetrating strokes. Linda made little cries as Duponte's cock pressed against her cervix. Waiting and watching the rutting pair attain their respective climaxes, Zack quietly said:
"You have both broken my heart and soul. I thought I could trust both of you; you Linda as the love of my life, and you Duponte as a co-Doctorate supervisor who had my interests at heart...right at this moment I feel like a dead man..."
The fucking pair immediately looked towards Zack standing in the open doorway. Linda panicked trying to cover up her nakedness, while Duponte casually disengaged his now flabby cum-covered cock from Linda's red-flushed pussy and donned a robe. Duponte said that he did not rape Linda; far from it, she became bored with the dig and it was she who initiated flirting with him. Flirting led to sex and that explained the increasingly infrequent participation of Linda with dig activities. Duponte insisted that it was just sex and as far as he was concerned it did not constitute an affair. Besides, he said, you and Linda are not yet married so technically she is still free to fuck who ever she wants.
