Hiding in the Rocks
#3 of Death Befalls Her
***"Hiding in the Rocks" is part of a series of unrelated short-stories called "Death Befalls Her", in which various women are depicted in dangerous situations. Sometimes they survive, sometimes they die quick, and sometimes they die horribly. If you are curious to find out which, read on. To keep the element of surprise, keywords may not be entirely true for these stories. If you wish to avoid possibly violent and gruesome scenes, which may also include rape, then I do not urge you to read any further.***
On the side of a cliff she stands, a red haired vixen in her early thirties, off on an archaeological expedition that has taken a dangerous turn. With her back to the gray rocks of the cliff, her tall black ears listen to the South American tribe above her on the summit. The toes of her thick boots peek over the edge of the narrow and crumbling cliff. The rock to her back leans forward, making her feel as though she were being pushed towards the drop below. The tan blouse of tough material over her ample chest gets caught occasionally on the roots that protrude from between the rocks. Her khaki shorts get dirty as they rub against the dusty cliff while very long and athletic orange legs do their best to keep her balance. Her large white tipped tail hangs down between them.
Sure, it was not the best of hiding places, but she was in a hurry to get away from that tribe, angry for the theft of the golden idol that she carries beneath one arm. Her other holds onto what appears to be a well-embedded root of a tree that grows on the rocks above. Her green eyes survey what lies at the bottom of the cliff. A fast flowing white-water river at the center of a deep canyon rushes by a good two hundred feet below. A steep slope of various rock formations leads all the way up to the fifteeen foot drop she stands over.
The idol under the vixen's arm shines with polished gold in the bright rays of the sun. It resembles a primitive monkey with a wide and hideous smile of large golden blocks for teeth. Its ruby eyes burn in the light with a menacing red, casting a crimson hue on the rocky wall next to the vixen. Although it remains stiff and silent in her hold, it appears as though it can animate on its own at any moment.
The vixen remains silent as she hears the clamor of primitive war-cries and the pounding of feet above her. The tribal pumas knock their spears and primitive swords against the trees in frustration, hissing and growling at each other. Their leader suddenly speaks up among them and they immediately begin to run back the way they came, the sound of their march slowly fading into the rainforest. She is actually more fearful of the tribesmen than the heights, which is why she remains, but she cannot help but feel that she has jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire while she stares down at the distant flowing river.
Moments later, when she begins to move out of her hiding spot, the soil around the root she hangs onto crumbles and begins to fall loose, causing the root to slip out slightly from the rocks. It was enough to send her forward and gasp loudly, the root stopping suddenly as its slack ends and then slipping from her hand. She falls forward and panics, rolling head-first over the cliff.
In mid-air she tries to move to the best of her ability, but only manages to get herself turned around, facing the cliff and falling feet first, her arms spanning out and spinning after dropping the coveted idol. She plummets down towards a smooth rock jutting from the slope which she cannot avoid. She directs her legs to land a foot onto the rock, but her inertia from the fall and the smooth surface causes her ankle to slip and twist to the side, becoming severely sprained. She then lands with a rib-breaking snap on the rock itself as her chest takes the full blow, causing her white breasts to become squished and slip free out the top of her blouse after popping a few buttons. Her green eyes shut painfully and wheezes as the wind is knocked out of her in addition to her multiple broken ribs. She forces herself to slide off the rock to the side and land on her back to the loose rocky slope, her feet facing the river below. A few small rocks from her slip above continue to hail down around her.
The golden idol makes a sharp ping as it bounces off a rock next to her and spins down the slope. Even with the wind knocked out of her and feeling extreme nausea and pain from her broken ribs, she does not let that idol out of her sight, moving only her neck. To her relief, it lands in a wedge between two rocks a few feet below, but she soon realizes that with her twisted ankle and her broken ribs, obtaining it will not be an easy task.
"Oh!" she heaves agonizingly as she tries to move again, her chest forbidding even the slightest movements with teeth-clenching stabs of pain, but it fails to subdue her ambition. Her arms cover her chest as her ribs throb with pain, her large whites breasts sore from the pressure of the fall as well, feeling the heat of the raging tropical sun on their soft round forms of fur. She would like to cover them back up, but with her broken ribs, she is afraid of altering her blouse that is wrapped around her chest.
"The tribes around here don't have cameras anyways," she mumbles to herself.
Slowly, the vixen begins to slide herself down the steep slope on her back, using her leg with her good foot as much as possible. Loose rocks and pebbles at her feet fall forward and roll down the slope. Her travel is slow and careful, her chest getting increasingly painful as she breathes, moving only inches at a time to avoid tumbling down the rocky slope like the pebbles she disturbs. Leaning up to look over her body and down at the small cliff containing the idol is very painful on her ribs. She does not have a plan once she gets the idol back, but figures she will do her best to improvise.
Suddenly, she hears a crumbling above her from the cliff above. She looks up to see a few small rocks falling and quickly shields her eyes with her arms. As soon as the pebbles stop pelting her body, a few bouncing off her ample breasts, she looks up again to see another set of rocks plummeting towards her, this time containing larger stones. She winces as one of them slams into her orange thigh, surely enough to leave a bruise, but receives no harm other than that. The others miss and land with deep thuds around her on the slope and then tumble downward. Blinking her green eyes back open, she looks up silently between her arms, as though anticipating more rocks.
She was unfortunately correct in her anticipation. Another loud crumbling noise sets one of the large boulders free from the cliff, sliding through the dirt and small rocks that once held it in place. The vixen screams and widens her eyes with fright as she sees the shadowed bottom of a large boulder falling straight for her with a cloud of dirt and rocks following behind it. She had little time to react, only twisting her head to the side to look away and spreading her arms out to grip the rocks at her sides.
With a loud thud that sends a tremor up the cliff, the sedan-sized boulder claims her life between it and the slope beneath her. The point of it drives into her abdomen at an angle and flattens it into the crater it forms below as though she were made of paper. Her chest and breasts then pop open in a gush of blood from being smashed under the rock, sending intestine and gore spraying out from the breaks in her skin to the rocks around her. Less than a moment later, it crushes her head flat and kills her instantly before she even feels any of the pain from the prior injuries, sending the red pulp of her brain and chunks of her scalp upward on the rocks. A circle of gore and blood around the motionless boulder is all that remains of the vixen's torso and head, but everything below the vixen's waist is still intact and sticks out from under the heavy gray stone. Her black hands remain sticking out from under the sides, still loosely gripping onto a few rocks. Her hips, legs, and tail are soon stained with the blood that flows out beneath the boulder and drips onto the golden idol she gave her life for below.
Shortly, the tremor from the impact causes a wave of small rocks and debris to come crumbling down off cliff and onto the vixen's grave, quickly covering what was left of her body beneath a pile of stone and a cloud of dust, burying the coveted idol as well. After the floating dust is slowly swept away by the wind, only the dirty toes of her boots sticking out from the pile can be seen, easily mistaken for rocks.
Her body, her grave, and the golden idol were never found. The disappearance of the vixen remained a mystery amongst the local tribes and archeologists until the case was forgotten many, many years later.