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Amber

The Delta Omega Sorority hopefuls set off into the night. Through highly decorated halls of an incredibly wealthy family, they searched, opening drawers and climbing into walk-in closets with the hope of finding crown stamped coins. Every once in awhile, a giggling voice would emit a startled scream, but the laughter which followed let the others know that, though a trap had been sprung, it was all in good fun.

The Burres sisters where good teammates of surprising temperament. Amber nearly lost it when a bag of large hairy spiders was dropped on Tara's head, but the blond Indiana Jones look-a-like simply burst into hysterical laughter and let her sister pick them off of her, while Amber retrieved the coins which scattered on the floor. It was at that point that she began to feel they might win this thing, and thus when a trip-wire flung a big rubber snake at them, Amber was able to keep it together out of professional pride.

"Whoa... another library?" Tara said as she breathed heavily from their trip up, down, up again, then back down, multiple flights of stairs.

"I know," Amber said as she caught her breath as well, "this place is messed up."

"A real maze," Michelle agreed. "Do you think there are secret passages in the walls?"

"Yeah!" Tara shouted as she rushed over to the shelves, "you know there has to be! Quick! You check those books while I get started on these!" The other two had amused expressions as the youngest member of the group began pulling at the books on the shelf. The more level headed pair exchanged shrugging glances and then got to the task of searching through their assigned locations.

Large leather-bound texts lined heavy wood shelves. Amber got the distinct feeling that there were thousands of dollars in precious tombs in this room, but it would be hard to fence one of them. Unless the book was encrusted in jewels and embroidered with gold, she would be leaving the books where they were. As they searched, Amber jumped at the sound of large skittering rats, but blushed furiously when she found a speaker in the shelf she was working through. She vowed to ignore the future signs for they were simply there to slow her down.

After what felt like an hour, an audible click caused Amber to jerk back. "Hoohoohoo!" she laughed when she felt she could not stop herself from emitting some noise.

"What is it?" Tara called from across the library.

"I found a passage!" Amber shouted despite her determination not to become too excited about this place. "Over here!" A maniacal giggle emitted from her throat as she ducked into the passage. But this elation was cut short when the door closed and latched behind her. Ample cursing was followed up by her fist beating against the stone and wood. Pitch blackness had enveloped her and she could barely hear the responses of the others. "I'm gonna go check this hall," she shouted, hoping they had heard.

Though Amber loathed to do anything timidly, it was with a fearful level of caution that she felt her way along the wall until two turns revealed a light at the end of her hallway. A positive noise escaped, as she tried not to swear. Moving slowly forward, she stepped into a room with a pedestal which held a book with a small bag on top. A brief search of the room revealed little else, but the items in the center of the room were almost certain some sort of trap. No other doors shown her the way out, so Amber began to focus more and more on what was actually placed before her.

It took some time to work up the courage, but eventually she plucked up the small bag of coins from the pedestal and then jumped back. Nothing happened, but a gem encrusted book laid where the bag had been. Once again, Amber felt it was a trap, but there was little else she could do. So... with a deep breath, she opened the heavy book and gazed upon its pages.

Staring back at her was a diagram which she recognized from her time living in the city. While the art was primitive, it was unmistakable in its nature from the S&M scene. Amber laughed openly at the stained brown ink which seemed to just barely cling to heavily yellowed parchment. Dropping the coin pouch into her purse, Amber began to finger her way through the ancient pages. "Dang," she muttered to herself while grinning like a naughty child, "now this is treasure!" It amused her to think of one of the more prudish girls finding this book and being a dozen kinds of offended by it. One picture showed a naked woman tied up against a large wall while a man whipped her. Another showed the same equally bare woman on a torture rack with a blindfold on. The old lashes from the previous page still marked her flesh, and a large feather was being slid across her.

"Daaaaaaamn," Amber muttered as her breath began to puff warm mist in the quickly chilling air. While the temperature change was strange, it was becoming increasingly difficult to look away from the book. The next page showed the woman spread-eagle, dangling above an archaic device with an arm which held a heavily knobbed dildo on it. The next several panels showed the arm in motion as it slid the exotic attachment in and out. The woman arched her back and screamed. Lubrication gushed from her body and covered the intrusive apparatus.

Moist warmth collected between Amber's legs, and soon, her hands found their way to her body. One hand cupped her breast while the other slid the fabric of her underwear across her quickly slickening labia. A muted gasp escaped as she stared in awe. Beads of sweat formed on her skin, and a gentle breeze caressed her, raising patches of goose-bumps which rippled new sensations through her body.

The next few pages turned themselves, as she attended to the needy parts of her, and she was barely aware of the wrongness of it all. The woman on the page had a hand-held gardening tool run across her back and then another page showed her being wrapped in heavy ropes which strategically constricted then relaxed. A series of ever increasing fantasy art dazzled Amber's imagination until finally a shutter of pelvic release crumpled her to her knees and caused her to squeeze her eyes as hard as she could.

"Damn-daammnn-daaammmnnn..." her breathing was deepened by the strength of her orgasm, which ebbed as it flowed, then settled little by little until eventually she removed her hands from her body and tried to stand. After a wobbly moment, she gripped the podium, and forced her legs straight. Bent over the book, she stared hard at the sex-slave in the picture who was being whipped. The character's legs were bowed out, her lovely lower lips seemed to salivate on their own.

As she stared at the woman's lover coming up behind her in the picture, Amber too felt a presence. A ghostly hand reached toward her, and before she could respond, skilled hands began stroking the backside of Amber's body. Her normally legendary ability to resist, crumbled as phantom fingers slid up her ribs and then simultaneously massaged her breasts and bottom. Her strong hands gripped the podium as she was attended to. Pleasure caused her to shiver as need prevented her from resisting.

The page turned, and the woman in brown ink was penetrated by the man's stalwart erection. The sight caused Amber to whine and, like a bitch in heat, she arched her back, displayed her bottom, and wagged it from side to side. Almost as if it understood, the unseen lover allowed one slippery appendage to crawl up the back of her shirt and dip down past the waistline, before curling up and settling between her legs.

Without removal of cloth or the tearing of garments, Amber felt her labia penetrated by the type of burly lover she often dreamed about at night. The intruder plowed her garden, separating the stubborn earth of her fields. Dangling breasts were cupped and her nipples where pinched. An independent invader tickled her clitoral-nub, and the rhythm of all this attention moved in perfect harmony as she was thrust firmly forward then dragged slowly back.

It was not something she would ever have allowed a stranger to do. But this forbidden pleasure was unseen and unannounced, and knew exactly how to handle her. In the deep recesses of her mind, a tiny voice screamed of how unnatural this was. But she could not resist this erotic presence as she yielded uncharacteristically. Like the waves of some moonlit shore, her lover plunged forward then rolled back, filling her completely before withdrawing in order to charge forward once more. The banks of her body overflowed, spilling an ocean into her undergarments. She moaned like the wind and frothed like the sea, lost in the rhythm, completely at the mercy of what her eyes could not see.

All of her muscles seemed to contract and then release as she rolled through peak after peak. Bit by bit her strength was leached. Slowly her fingers lost their steely hold. When at last her grip failed her, the unseen attendant drew her back and held her close. For a moment she saw herself being suspended in the air by nothing. But as her eyes rolled back in her head, she opened her mouth and kissed an invisible set of lips. The tongue was as cool as the rest of the experience, but the taste of it was as wondrous as the rest of the event.

Slowly, the invading presence withdrew itself from her body. Gently, Amber felt herself laid upon the hard stone floor. But as the darkness closed in around her she heard a breathy voice thank her. Then, a gentle orgasm shuttered out of her... and she slipped away into the darkness of a dreamless sleep.