(alt version of Underground)
The journey to Zander was hot and humid.
The dry, brittle dirt path was warm under Leslie Chang's bare feet as she continued her trek under the scorching sun. She stopped to drink water from her bottle, and to wipe the sweat off her face and neck with a towel.
She was a tall Asian woman with a curvy, muscular build, and had dark hair that touched her shoulders. Standing naked on the trail, she looked at her arms and legs. Her naturally light brown complexion had gotten even darker due to the fierce rays of the sun. She had large, swinging breasts and giant black nipples. Her big vagina was covered by a hairy mass of black hair.
She resumed walking through the dense forest, hearing birds chirping nearby. In the clear blue skies, she saw flying reptiles that appeared prehistoric in origin. After descending a steep hill, she hiked along a river, welcoming a warm breeze that blew her hair back.
Soon, she approached an ancient stone cathedral in a clearing. It resembled a place she had seen in a book of Old Earth. "Stonehenge," she whispered to herself, stepping inside to find shelter from the sun.
The peaceful silence was later shattered by the sound of loud, vibrating motorcycles. A gang of humans and creatures rumbled to a stop before the cathedral. They were all nude, except for the black leather vests and boots they wore. Some wore Nazi regalia.
The leader, a pale, gaunt gentleman with a thin mustache had his arm raised in the air. Abruptly, he brought it down and each chopper engine was killed. Silence engulfed the cathedral as the gang stared at her.
The leader turned to an enormous white haired ape on his right and asked, "Think you can handle a big woman like her?"
"No problem," the ape replied, grinning lecherously at Leslie.
Her jaw dropped open at the sight of his humungous dick and huge balls. God, they're monstrous!
He got off his bike, entered the cathedral, and lunged at her, bringing them both crashing to the ground. The ape growled ferociously at her as they wrestled on the floor. At one point, she sat on top of him victoriously, pinning his hairy arms to the surface. But that was short lived as he spat in her face and she released her grip. He grabbed her hair, pulling hard, and she screamed. He jumped at her again, but missed, landing on the ground with a thud. When he tried to get up, she kicked him viciously in the face with her bare foot. Not once, but twice. Blood oozed from his lips as he lied on the ground helpless.
"C'mon, you coward!" she said.
The ape got a second wind and pounced her, bear-hugging her from behind. He growled again as he squeezed tighter and tighter. Her breathing became more labored. His buddies cheered him on, hooting and howling. She quickly grabbed his massive penis, pulling with all her might, and he screamed bloody murder and loosened his grip on her.
She then delivered a series of punches to his face, causing him to reel backwards. That was followed by a flying kick to the nose, where she heard bones break. When he didn't get up, she turned to the bikers and asked, "Who's next?"
A brawny bald man with a goatee swung a whip at her, lashing her wide brown back a few times. "Whip her!" his friends chanted. With his following swing, he looped the whip around her neck and pulled hard, making it appear as if he had her on a leash. As Leslie struggled to free herself, a short black man tried to punch her but she stepped away just in time and he missed. She kicked him in the balls with such force that he flew backwards a few yards. Finally, she grabbed a hold of the whip and yanked it away from the bald man. She used it on him until he ran off with blood running down his back.
After the leader brought his arm down, the motorcycle engines rumbled to life again. He had her backpack in his hands, looking at her squarely in the eyes. "There's going to be a rematch later, you know that, don't you, Muscle Chick?"
She returned the gaze. "You bet."
* * *
She arrived in Zander in the evening.
A farmer's market was closing down in the town's plaza. Merchants were packing away their goods and taking down their booths. Leslie went into a local tavern. Like her, all of the rough looking patrons were nude. A couple of aliens sitting at the counter gave her hostile looks, and she shot them back murderous glances.
After washing up in the restroom, she asked the bartender, "Where can I find Tharus?"
He nodded his head towards the back. She threaded her way through the raucous bar, where sitting in a booth, was a slender black man with large white wings on his back. She thought he looked cute with his shaved head and wings. Leslie introduced herself.
"So, you're my guide to Elbron," she said, smiling flirtatiously.
"Yep." He reciprocated a grin, drinking from a goblet. "May I ask why you're heading there?"
A moment of silence passed before she answered quietly, "Just between you and me, I'm going to avenge my lover's murder."
"I see. . .it's getting dark outside. We'll leave tomorrow morning."
"Sure." She touched his wings gently, beaming mischievously. "They're beautiful."
"Thanks. All the ladies love them."
The next day, they both rode a giant creature that resembled a tyrannosaurus rex, to Elbron. It had the big, powerful legs like a dinosaur, except this one was a herbivore. She sat behind Tharus on the saddle, her large breasts bouncing up and down like yo-yos every time the creature jumped or picked up speed. She held onto him tightly. It's gonna be a rocky ride, she thought.
"It's called a voor," Tharus said. "They're very obedient animals."
She nodded, watching the jungle landscape flash by them as the voor raced through dense foliage, waded through rivers and marshes, and leaped across chasms and canyons. As they trekked through a valley of tall, leafy green trees, she heard the roars and growls of other predators. Some flew overhead but didn't see them. Huge mosquitoes kept flying in her face and she constantly had to swat them away.
By mid-afternoon, they reached the lost city of Elbron. It was comprised of ancient stone pyramids and buildings, the architecture reminiscent of the Aztecs, Mayans, and Incas. They dismounted the voor, and Tharus tied it to a tree.
Leslie approached a pyramid with pillars and a roof on top of it. The old, forgotten structure lied crumbling and decaying under the glaring sun. Written on the pillars were inscriptions and carvings, a fish here, a deity there. Mysterious and enigmatic.
"The Temple of Talos," he said, looking at it gravely. "It once was the site of many sacrifices and sacred ceremonies."
"What happened to all the Elbronians?"
"Most were slaughtered in wars, others were converted into slaves by their enemies, while another segment simply disappeared. You say the man responsible for your lover's murder is taking refuge here?"
She nodded, studying the writing on a pillar. "That's what I've been told."
"This city is vast," he said, looking at the ruins around them. They seemed to stretch for miles and miles. "He could be hiding anywhere. How could you possibly search every building by yourself?"
"Well, that's what I'm gonna do. Cover every square inch of this place by foot until I find him."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Kill him," she said without hesitation.
"I see. . .you're going to need help, Leslie. Why don't I stick around. It won't be safe here at night." An eerie silence saturated the deserted, barren city. "I won't charge you extra for the assistance."
"Thanks."
In the evening, they gathered some wood and started a campfire inside the temple. It soon got warm and toasty in the subterranean chamber they were in. They sat Indian-style on a bear fur blanket before the fire. She stuck her hands in front of the flickering orange flames, drawing some more heat.
"Thanks for the meal," she said quietly. "And thanks for staying."
"You're welcome," he said, smiling. "When you hired me as a guide, you hired the best. And I'm going to provide the most professional service I can."
"I really appreciate that," she said, returning a flirtatious grin that turned naughty. When she saw that his long, thick cock was erect, her giant black nipples grew hard and stiff. She sat in his lap and French kissed him passionately, stroking his black dick in a frenzy. Before he knew it, his penis was in her big mouth and she sucked and licked it uncontrollably. His moans echoed throughout the chamber.
Being so close to the fire, they worked up a good sweat. Perspiration trickled down her neck and back as she licked his shaved ball sack. After that, they lied on the blanket and engaged in position 69, with her lying on top of him, still sucking his dick, and him probing her enormous vagina with his tongue. Her moans were loud and deep. Wonder if I'll wake up any spirits from past sacrifices?!
"Fuck me, Tharus, fuck me!" she said. "Eat my pussy, devour my pussy."
Next, he brought out a book on different sexual positions from his backpack and they consulted it briefly. "You come well prepared, buddy," she said, grinning.
"Hey, I'm the best, remember?"
She lied on her back and straddled her huge, muscular legs around him as he crouched over her and slid his penis into her vagina. When he pumped her harder and faster, her moans shot up several octaves. "Ooooooh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I'm soooo horny now."
