Down The Rabbit Hole Ch 02 5

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

A Sexual Adventure in a Fantasy World

CHAPTER II -- Drs. Janssen and Nielander

Dr. Alan Janssen relaxed in his office with a glass of smokey single malt scotch in hand and his feet up on his desk. He was also celebrating in a way. The semester was over--thank God--it had been a struggle. The rigors of the earth sciences department bureaucracy were wearing on him. His tussle with the dean earlier in the semester had altered his plans for winter break, but fortunately, not canceled them altogether. He had been planning the trip since August and might have missed out on some important discoveries already. The goal was to explore an unmapped section of a newly opened cave in Peru. He planned to have ten days deep in the cave, with a couple of days of travel on either end.

The first curve ball came when the dean insisted he make the trip a student outing. A request that was reckless and interfered with his research. The dean, however, had put it simply: no students and no funding from the department. Guiding a bunch of students through an unexplored cave was not a good idea and not safe, as he had explained to the dean. The dean said, "Well, okay then, change the trip if you want funding." He backpaddled and grudgingly said he would make it work. The student contingent was at least negotiated down to six, which was more manageable.

The addition would not be all bad; he enjoyed working with students who were enthusiastic about his fields of karst geology and geomorphology or at least were passionate about exploring caves. As such, he pulled his student cadre from those in his classes who were also members of the Spelunking Club. That way, he knew the kids probably had the basic knowledge and desire for the expedition. In addition to the six students, he had signed up three experienced cavers with whom he had previously worked. With four experienced cavers, including himself and six students, the conditions imposed on his trip were acceptable.

The second curve ball, however, came in the sexy form of Dr. Amalie "Scarlet" Nielander, his off-again, on-again lover. The complication as far as the trip was concerned occurred because she could be a big-time distraction. Regretfully, he did not have time for her on the fly-in fly-out trip. They would be entirely happy in a hotel room with a bottle of pisco--not emerging until they were sexually exhausted. He could ask her to meet him another time, but that might not be for another six months or a year. Plus, she would not forgive him for excluding her from a chance to explore a new cave. Caving was a passion they shared, one that he had introduced her to. They would just have to control their urge to fuck like rabbits until when or if they had some private time. Hopefully, they could sneak away together before they caught their planes home.

The thought of screwing Scarlet carried some guilt. His relationship with Taylor, a good friend's sister, was a year old. She was nice enough and attractive but generic and unadventurous. That was another way of saying a boring professional businesswoman without much imagination in or out of the bedroom. He remained in the relationship because it was easier than ending it. Not only would she be upset at him if he broke it off, but so might his friend. He needed an amicable way out.

The problem with Taylor and the complicated relationship with Scarlet was typical of his track record with women. In so many ways, he was always lucky. If things were going poorly, they always managed to turn in his favor. If something terrible were about to happen, he would be spared the worst of it by simply believing it would bypass him. At times, he appeared bulletproof. Some far, the Peru trip had not gone as he wanted to, but there might be a reason that, which had not revealed itself yet.

None of his good fortune, however, seemed to apply to his relationships with the opposite sex. He had the occasional flings, but nothing lasted much more than a year or two except Scarlet. And Scarlet lasted because their relationship was sporadic.

Their intermittent relationship was not the fault of issues between them; it had a lot to do with their professions, mostly hers. But even if their careers allowed them to be together more often than not, they both knew that a long-term romantic relationship would likely be a disaster. It seemed the perfect, or even near-perfect, woman for him was not yet in the cards.

At least a romp with Scarlet--who would not care about the situation with Taylor--would burn some of his pent-up sexual energy and satisfy some of his kinky desires. The Peru trip was what he needed all the way around--time away from the stuffy rigors of academia and a possible sexual explosion with Scarlet. Only if his life included more such trips or even one long adventure with a companion that was as much fun as Scarlet. Unfortunately, a sabbatical was years away.

Thinking about Scarlet started to make him hard--damn, how'd she do that from thousands of miles away? For now, he needed to focus on the Peru trip, but he couldn't help rubbing his cock through his pants, thinking about the last time she had enslaved him. She had him begging to eat her pussy. He had not known that he could be that dominated, but she had managed it, and he had enjoyed the heck out of being at her mercy. That part of himself was unexpected. Sure, he had been tied up, but never had he been made to submit like that sexually. He had just never seen himself as submissive, but he might agree to be her sex slave again. Perhaps first, he would turn the tables on her. Now, he had his hand in his pocket and was stroking his cock.

He forced himself to put his feet on the ground and sit up. Jerking off in his office was not a good idea. Reviewing the trip was. He was reasonably sure no last-minute details were left unattended, but thinking it through would reassure him.

He had spent the last couple of days making sure everything was organized. Fortunately, the department secretary liked him and was an expert at making travel arrangements, including on-the-ground travel in Peru. His only remaining tasks were last-minute calls to his guys in Peru and ensuring the students were ready.

The group of students included four guys and two women. Three were easy choices who jumped at the chance to join the trip. Four others he specifically invited could not make it. This left him with three students with whom he was less comfortable. Norman had the passion but maybe not the fitness. Sean and Nicolet, whom he thought were dating, were questionable. They were good students in his karst geomorphology class but had little caving experience, having only joined the club at the beginning of the semester after he had recommended it in class.

They did well on a weekend trip to Kentucky: a simple outing in a branch of Mammoth Cave. His impression of Sean was that he was quite capable but full of bluster and might crack in difficult situations. Nicolet was tentative at first but, once underground, became enthusiastic and willing to crawl down any hole. More than anything else, he was worried she would wander off and explore independently, oblivious to the risks. This seemed contrary to her meek, above-ground, and in-class personality. Her underground alter ego was something he both admired and was concerned about because of her almost complete inexperience and because he would be responsible for her in Peru. At least he had help to look after the students, and now he also had Scarlet's help, so long as Scarlet and he did not become too distracted by their overflowing hormones. He did not want her to be a liability.

Scarlet. Damn, he was looking forward to seeing her! He fondly remembered her Ph.D. studies when he was a new professor of geology. Because of her research, she had needed to learn about caves, and it had not taken them long before they slept together. Intellectually and physically, that was their best time together. He encouraged her to stay in academia, but she went for the money, which is not something often available to archaeologists. She also had her grandfather's baggage that made an academic path problematic. The man had done some dubious archeological work for the Nazis before World War II. Some of his conclusions were just bizarre, claiming to have evidence of another connected world--maybe another dimension in today's terms.

He respected and understood Scarlet's choice but thought it was a shame. Perhaps the trip would reignite her passion for caves and the ancient hominids who once used them. Regardless, she would be helpful; she had exceptional caving skills. The confounding part would be being unable to bed the Romanian fireball until the end of the trip. They would not be reunited in Peru until the morning before they traveled to the site. Shit, that was going to be challenging. Their sex was like none other--nothing like bedding an ex-gymnast with an inventive sex drive. They had done the deed next to a mountain lake, on the beach, in the gym, and so on; they had found many creative ways to screw. The slave thing was the latest, and he looked forward to turning the tables on her as well as begging to serve her again.

It was her size and strength that made her a damn good caver too. He was just able to keep up with her in bed and in caves--barely. He was a few years older than her but had always been athletic, and he still ran or rowed almost every day. He needed every bit of his physical prowess when he was with her. God damn, just thinking about her had him hard again. He needed to get home and deal with the physical manifestation of his thoughts of her--he needed to jerk off.

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For her part, Scarlet was excited that things had worked out the way they had. Caves were rarely part of her job now, but they were part of her passion as an archaeologist and a want-to-be explorer. She was lucky that Alan had been able to add her to the trip. She would get to explore a new cave and be with him. However, she also knew that it would be sexually frustrating until they had time alone. Her job kept her busy and in a new location with new people almost constantly. Relationships were rare, as was sex with someone other than herself. Alan was her anchor personally and sexually. She would call him if she had a problem; if she needed a good screwing, she would take a few days off and fly to Connecticut, and phone sex was not out of the question.

Their relationship was tenuous, however. Alan was not as devoid of potential female companionship as she was of male companionship. She was sure that one day he would find some pretty, young coed with big tits and long legs that would smite him. Neither were her strong points, although her tits had been a little large for a gymnast. Within the parameters of their relationship, attaching to another woman would be perfectly allowable, and she would probably be happy for him. She would just have to find someone else, no matter how difficult a new relationship might be. Such an upheaval might be for the best.

What she wanted was a solid relationship--someone who could travel with her. Maybe someone with money. Alan was not that; he was fun to be with but not long-term material, at least not for her. They were both too driven and too dedicated to their professional lives. But realistically, he was what she needed now. Long-term was not practicable, and Alan gave her that periodic outlet for her sexual energy. Additionally, he was a good friend, and that part of their relationship would likely endure well beyond their nights in bed together; at least, she hoped it would.

A more stable relationship might be possible if she had a job pursuing her passion. She had studied an area in the Middle East with caves that had fossils of three separate ancient hominid species, including 'sapiens' and 'neanderthalensis'. The third hominid was unusual and yet to be identified. Most thought it was a deformed version of one of the two known species. She was pretty sure it was not but needed more evidence. And she could not prove it, but it appeared that they all may have lived in the same area simultaneously. What an interesting community that would have been. Was it peaceful, or was there conflict? It was a fanciful mental experiment. Ultimately, conflict must have won out because those other beings did not last. 'Sapiens'--us--were the last ones standing.

It would be the best possible life if she could make an academic career out of studying such questions and be married with kids. Academically, her ideas were not well received, and her grandfather's far-out theories and Nazi association further derailed and hope of a research career. And then there was money. She needed it, and no one would fund her passion, so she had to consult. It was not glamorous, but it paid well, and the job did at least allow her to travel and live around the world. That aspect partly satiated her urge for adventure if she could not settle down. If it came to it, would she settle down?

Maybe she could--she was not sure. What she knew was that at the moment, she was not happy with her life situation and felt trapped. If she analyzed the issue, it seemed Alan could be part of the problem. She did not like that conclusion, but he was a crutch. But fuck that; he was a crutch she was excited about seeing and fucking like a crazy woman. Random thoughts of his cock sliding into her made her wet at the most inopportune times. It had been fun to control him and make him service her there last time together. Being a dominatrix was not really her thing, but it had been fun. She had fantasized about that sexual adventure many times since. Perhaps it was a role she could embrace.

In a couple of days, she would be flying halfway around the world to be with him. With their schedule, they would be lucky to have a quickie, but she would make it happen one way or another. That thought made her fucking hot. She hoped she could keep herself from masturbating beneath the blanket on the overnight flight. If not, she had a window seat, and hopefully, her neighbor slept well on planes.