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Nevada Smith and the Temple of Ulthar

DISCLAIMER: Cuntbusting story. This story features women senselessly beating each other's naughty bits, as well as mentioning certain old political parties of the era. Reader’s discretion is advised.

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1. Egypt.

The sun was high in the sky, it was early afternoon in Egypt and the heat had peaked but a cool breeze coming from the ocean helped the workers at the dig site stay cool. Many women with beautiful, dark caramel skin sang as they worked, shovelling away loose sand and fortifying the side of the dig, keeping any more sand from falling in.

A stir of dust raised in the distance followed by the roar of an engine. A jeep, speeding towards the dig, showing no signs of slowing down. It sped around the corner, bringing the cloud of dust with it as it came to a stop in the middle of the site.

The workers waved their hands, trying to clear dust from their faces. One woman came out of a tent, she had long brunette hair tied back into a single braid. Tanned skin from her days under the sun, lovely dark brown eyes and a model figure, with long legs leading up to her wide hips and cushy rear end.

The woman took her hat off, waving it in front of her as she coughed. Through squinted eyes she saw the dust finally passed and out of the jeep stepped a shiny black leather high heel boot. Wearing it was a woman, a beautiful but very stern looking woman with blonde hair, sky blue eyes and a scar on her cheek. She was wearing a tight black uniform with black leggings.

Behind her stepped out two other women, the same with blonde hair, blue eyes but their uniforms were grey, signifying lower rank to the woman in black. One took out a small duster and brushed off some dust from the superior woman's shoulder, but she raised her hand. Having her stop as walked over to the woman from the tent, hands behind her as she walked with purpose.

“Ms Nevada Smith?” the woman in the black uniform asked with a thick german accent.

The lady looked confused for a second, there wasn’t meant to be any visitors to the site today, “No, I’m not Ms Smith. I’m her assistant Bethany Anders. Can I help you women?” her own british accent coming through as she asked the question.

Bethany looked over the woman in black, her jacket covered in medals of the german armed forces. Right under the second button of her jacket was an iron cross.

Before Bethany had time to come up with any answers, the decorated woman pulled out a letter, handing it to her. Bethany opened the letter, but it was all in german with an SS insignia stamped at the bottom. Before she could complain, the woman spoke again.

“I am here to see Ms. Nevada Smith. We have been told that she has discovered something that we need.”

“She is down in the dig. But do I mind if I ask who you are?” Bethany asked, feeling uneasy under the woman’s unblinking stare.

“I am Officer Olga Klein. These are my two subordinates, Indrid and Gerta.” Olga said as each woman behind her gave a proud sieg heil as their name was told.

Bethany folded up the letter and handed it back to Olga who made no attempt to take it back so she just folded it up and put it in her own pocket, “I’m afraid the dig is too dangerous, I’ll have to go down there and bring her up here to you.” she turned to leave only to be stopped by a strong hand on her shoulder.

Olga shook her head, “Nein. We go together.”

Bethany winced as her shoulder was squeezed tightly, she knew that was a warning.

“Very well, ladies. If you’ll follow me.” she said, leading them.

It wasn’t a long walk, they soon came to a hole in the ground with a simple wooden ladder leading down into it. It was very unimpressive looking.

“This is the dig?” Olga asked.

“Well, the top of it. Trust me, once we get down it’s much more impressive.” Bethany told her as she mounted the ladder, slowly going down the rungs and descending into the hole.

As all four women made their way down, they stood in a long forgotten temple lost under the sand. Egyptian in design but seemed off, the chamber they were in had murals on the walls, each one drawn the way ancient egyptians did but each mural only showed cats, nothing else, not even people worshipping them. Just cats or people with cat heads.

“Absolutely breathtaking isn’t it? We found the Temple of Ulthar.” Bethany said, hands on her hips and a smile on her face as the german women took in the sight of lost history.

“They say this place is the reason ancient egyptians revered cats so much in their culture. Myth says, whoever killed a cat had a terrible curse put on them and they would be eaten alive by a swarm of felines.”

“Lovely pictures, but please. I must see Ms. Smith.” Olga interrupted her.

“Of course. This way.” she said.

Bethany led them into another chamber, this one mostly filled with sand, they walked down some stairs leading into a much grander chamber. Great stone pillars filled the room with engravings of cats covering them from top to bottom. The walls were covered in murals of cats again as well as many sarcophagus filling the room. Many gold treasures and trinkets were scattered about, but none of them were touched.

Olga remained quiet, following Bethany as they came across another ladder, a short one leading to the lower level of the chamber. The large room was filled with many stone pillars and seemingly other sarcophagus of more noble people than before.

There were rows of tall stone statues lined along each pillar, each one the body of a curvy woman with the head of a feline decorated in gold and blue paints. At the far back wall was a small group of people, mostly dig workers chatting amongst themselves but in the middle of the group was someone Olga recognized.

A tall woman, wearing tight khaki shorts as she was bent over reading something, she was holding a book in her hand. Her focus was moving from the book to the small gold statuette of a cat on a pedestal. As the woman stood up, her large breasts bounced, they were packed tightly into a shirt that was knotted at the bottom, showing off plenty of the woman’s dark tanned skin on her flat stomach.

What Olga noticed the most was her signature hat that she always wore. A brown leather wide-brimmed fedora as well as a whip rolled up on her belt. Olga seethed as the scar on her cheek stung a little.

“Nevada!” Bethany called out, heading down the ladder towards the woman wearing the hat.

“Nevada, some women are here to see you!” she called out again, getting her attention.

Nevada looked up, closing the book shut as she gave an order to the workers, they picked up their tools and headed towards the exit.

“No need to shout, Bethany. Even a whisper would echo off these stone walls.” she chuckled, lifting the front of her hat up a bit.

“Sorry, Nevada. But some women are here to see you and it seems urgent.” the british woman told her before lowering her voice, “Their nazis.”

Nevada frowned, she rubbed her chin as she thought out loud, “They are a long way from home.”

Nevada flicked her blonde ponytail over her shoulder as she started to walk towards her guests but saw they were coming towards her instead. She stood there, waiting with her hands on her hips and her head held high, “It’s not everyday I get a visit from the head of the SS herself. What can I do for you this time Ms. Klein?”

“It is Officer Klein, Ms. Smith. I have been sent by the Führerin herself.” Olga said as she stopped in front of Nevada.

“You understand, like last time. I cannot leave without it.” she added, her body language becoming more abrasive.

As she said that, Nevada looked at the scar of her cheek, a memento she left her with after last time. She gave a small nod, “So if I refuse?”

With practiced speed, Olga reached into her holster and pulled out her luger, aiming it at Nevada’s ample chest. Bethany gasped and put her hands straight up in the air.

“There will not be a repeat of last time, I assure you. Hand me the book and leave. If you stay or try to get in my way, I will shoot you.” she stated, her face tense with hatred for this blonde woman.

The book in question was a simple tome bound in mismatching leathers, stitched together with thick cord, it looked like a Frankenstein book held together with parts of other leather books.

“The book is useless without the statuette. You’ll just be reading riddles with no understanding.” Nevada replied.

“I am in no mood for your games. Give me the book or I will take it from your body.”

“Alright.” Nevada said, moving closer to her slowly, holding the book out for her to take.

With her free hand Olga grabbed the book and tried to take it, but Nevada kept her grip on it, “Your Führerin has no idea what mess she will put the world in with this book.” Nevada said.

Olga pulled harder on the book, trying to pry it out of the woman’s grip, “She is going to make a better world, someone like you couldn’t understand that.”

The two women engaged in pulling the book back and forth between each other in a tug of war. Each one grunted with effort to keep it for themselves, both making their large chests bounce with exerted body movements.

“Give me the book!” Olga grunted.

Nevada grunted back, trying to keep hold on it. Olga was strong, managing to almost out muscle her with only one hand, but Nevada has a trick up her sleeve. She brought her foot back and swung it forward, right between the legs of the SS officer. While the tight leggings of the SS outfit outlined her hips and butt perfectly, they offered surprisingly little protection to an angry archaeologist's designer boot swinging up into her sensitive spot.

Nevada’s foot hit its mark, smashing right into Olga’s crotch with a THUMP! The SS officer’s face instantly turned to one of pain, she let go of the book to double over, her body forcing her to squeeze the trigger of her luger and firing a shot wildly upwards.

“You… BITCH!” Olga screamed as she cupped her crotch with one hand, blinking back tears as her lower lips felt as if they fused with her pubic bone.

“Get her!” she screamed and her two subordinates acted.

Indrid and Gerta both pulled out their lugers, shooting at Nevada who grabbed Bethany’s hand and pulled her behind a nearby stone pillar as the bullets fired.

“Why did you do that, Nevada! They are going to kill us now!” Bethany whined, clinging closer to Nevada as bullets chipped away at the side of the pillar.

“We’ll all die if they get their hands on this book!” Nevada said, putting the book in her satchel for safe keeping.

The gunfire echoed throughout the stone chamber, “We’ll wait for them to reload then make a run for it!” Nevada said, looking around on the ground and finding some loose rocks. “We’ll throw these at them to distract them from shooting.” she handed a stone to Bethany.

“What good are rocks against guns?!” Bethany cried out.

“Just throw it at them!”

Nevada and Bethany each came out from opposite sides of the pillar while the two german women were reloading their handguns to unload another volley. Nevada, using a powerful underarm throw she threw her rock right into the crotch of Greta. The rock sailed through the air and with a soft SQUISH it crushed right into the privates of the woman.

Greta dropped her pistol and fell to her knees, her mouth hanging out in a silent scream as one hand clutched her bruised mound.

“Mein Leben!” Greta cried out, tears running down her face as she gritted her teeth and held onto her crotch, vainly trying to ease the pain radiating from her womanhood.

Bethany on the other hand, held her rock above her head with both hands, grunting as she threw it. The rock harmlessly clattered on the sandy floor no where near Indrid.

“You throw like a girl.” Nevada said with a sigh.

“You gave me the heavier one!” Bethany shot back before both women dived behind different pillars as Indrid loaded her next magazine in.

With a fresh reload, Indrid stayed on over watch as her two companions slowly recovered. Olga was up first, sucking in air through her teeth as she adjusted her leggings to help alleviate the stinging in her nethers.

“I see some things never change with you, Ms. Smith. You always did love dirty american tricks.” she said, grabbing her weapon off the floor and approaching the pillar Bethany was hiding behind.

Greta slowly got back up too, a scowl on her pretty face as she stormed over to the pillar where Nevada was. Luckily for her, Nevada was too distracted peeking out and watching Indrid, moving behind the pillar again as she pointed her gun over in her direction.

Greta brought her fist back and sent it flying into Nevada’s large left boob, smacking it right into her other one like a big sweaty watermelon. The archaeologist cried in pain as her heavy tits bounced briefly before her hands came up to cradle them.

The german woman shot out another punch, hitting Nevada in the jaw this time, making her stumble back and knocking her hat onto the floor. The blonde grunted and got her footing, moving in to wrestle with the german. She ducked another punch by Greta and shot her fist out into her lower belly, right where her ovaries were.

Greta howled in pain, holding her lower abdomen as Nevada put her in a headlock. Indrid had her weapon trained on Nevada, waiting for an opening to shoot without hitting her friend, but the two women were locked together and spinning around, fighting to control the stranglehold.

Greta bit Nevada on the arm, making her drop the chokehold. She then followed up with another hard punch to the tanned woman's chest, punching her right boob this time. Nevada stumbled back again, holding her big, sweaty tit as she winced loudly.

“How do you like that? You fat tidded cow!” Greta spat at Nevada in her thick german accent. “Ugly american whore!”

“Nevada!” Bethany cried out, moving to help her friend but a hand from behind seized her, covering her mouth and muffling her cries.

Olga held her pistol to the brunette's breast, “Shut up or I’ll blow your tits off.” she said, as she forced the woman to move with her.

With the pistol barrel pressed into Bethany soft boob, she moved the woman over to the small altar where the golden statuette stood.

“Nevada!” Olga called out, getting the other blonde’s attention.

Nevada who was in the midst of headbutting Greta in the face, breaking her nose, turned to who called her and saw Bethany held at gunpoint.

“Let her go, Olga. She knows nothing about the book.” Nevada said, as she caught her breath.

Greta slowly recovered, standing back up to her feet and wiped the blood off her full lips. Everyone was looking at Olga as she made her demands.

“Nevada! Come here.”

Greta growled at Nevada as she bent down and grabbed her hat, putting it back on her head. She moved to Olga, fishing in her satchel and holding the book in her hand.

Bethany tried to mumble through Olga’s hand only to have the barrel of the gun pushed harder into her tit meat.

Nevada stood on the other side on the pedestal, book in hand. “Fine. Take the damn thing and end the world.” she said, holding the book out then looking to Bethany and winking at her.

Olga saw the wink though too late to respond to what it meant as Bethany brought her heel up, sending a back kick into the blonde’s already sore vagina. This loosened her grip of Bethany who got out of her grip and moved to Nevada.

The german woman cried out, one hand on her throbbing privates again as she bent forward, knocking the statuette off the pedestal as she held onto the small stone altar to ride out the waves of pain.

Indrid and Greta ran up to assist their superior but they stopped as the ground started to shake, a rumbling filling the whole chamber.

“Nevada! What’s happening?!” Bethany asked out as the force of the shaking made her fall down on her large cushioned rear.

Nevada stayed standing, reaching to grab Bethany but was interjected by Olga running towards her and wrapping her hands around her neck, choking her. Nevada gritted her teeth, putting her hands around Olga’s neck, choking her back. As the two women were interlocked in a struggle of trying to bruise each others beautiful slender necks something caught their attention.

The rumbling had died down, but a new rumbling was happening. One of the giant stone statues of the curvy ladies with a cat’s head was moving. The smooth stone grinded as the stone ball joints of it’s large and heavy limbs slowly moved, stepping forward towards the pillar opposite of it where a large stone sickle was attached.

The statue spun it’s hand multiple times before grabbing the handle of the sickle and ripping it off the pillar, sending chunks of stone and dust flying.

“One of the guardians is waking up to protect the idol of Bastet.” Nevada replied as her and Olga let go of each other to hide behind a pillar from the creature.

The loud sound of the stone giant moving was interrupted by the sound of gunfire. Indrid was unloading her luger at it. She was aiming for the chest, each bullet took a chunk off it’s large stone breasts but it was not stopping it at all.

Indrid dived out of the way as the statue smashed it’s stone sickle on the ground, shattering it. The statue slowly rose again, looking for another stone weapon.

“The guardians are here to protect the cats and the femininity of the pharaoh and her priestesses. The only way to disable it is to attack the source of it’s womanhood.” Nevada explained.

“What does that mean?” Olga asked.

Before Nevada had time to explain the pillar they were hiding behind was knocked over as the large stature guardian ripped the stone sword off the other side of it. They dove for safety behind a sarcophagus as Greta and Indrid kept shooting at it, keeping it distracted.

“It’s womanhood...” Nevada said again, the meaning making sense to her.

"It's mentioned in the book!" Nevada said and ran out, heading towards the stone bitch, her boots crunching pebbles and sand

as she made her way towards it. The statue was raising it’s stone sword to attack again. Nevada took the whip off her belt, unravelling it as she stood in front of the big statue.

She swung her whip above her head making it crack loudly as if to intimidate the big stone woman. She cracked her whip again, this time whipping the stone statue’s smooth crotch, right where it’s clit would be if it had genitals carved into it. The whip cracked right there, knocking a chunk of rock off.

The stone woman slowly staggered, bending forward with one hand on it’s crotch before suddenly breaking apart into its individual pieces, landing in a pile on the floor.

Nevada slowly caught her breath as the dust settled. Bethany run up to her side, hugging her as the nazi women stood nearby but before words could be exchanged other statues started rumbling, pulling themselves off the pillars they were attached too.

“They are slow.” Nevada said, turning to the nazi ladies, “Aim for the clit, that will stop them.”

Olga nodded at her and grunted out orders in german to her two subordinates, they reloaded their lugers and got to work, shooting the stone cat women where their clits would be.

Nevada and Bethany headed back to the small altar, Nevada picked up the gold idol off the ground and placed it in her satchel next to the book.

“Let’s get out of here before this entire place comes down on our heads!” Nevada said, grabbing Bethany’s hand and leading her towards the ladder up.

As more stone warrior women woke up to defend their pharaoh, the structure of the chamber degenerated. Large bricks fell off the ceiling and landed with a mighty thump on the ground. One landed down on a painted cat head of one stone lady, causing it to topple and send the spear it was holding into the crotch of one next to it.

Along the way, the german ladies were still fighting off the stone statues, shooting them with military accuracy in the clitoris area of their featureless crotches. Shot after shot had the stone feline women holding their groins before breaking apart into separate pieces on the ground. But the more they shot, the more that started to wake up.

“Olga! Let’s go before this place collapses!” Nevada called out, getting her attention.

The blonde woman turned to look at Nevada and gave a nod before barking out an order in german, making the ladies fall back with her. One by one they went up the ladder, each one giving covering fire as the ones without guns climbed up.

Nevada put her hand on Olga’s plush rear and helped push her up the ladder faster. Soon all five women were running out of the ruins of the temple as it collapsed behind them with deafening thuds of heavy masonry falling on top of each other. They climbed back up into the orange light of the setting sun.

The women fell on top of each other, a mess of sweaty boobs, butts and thighs as they were all panting, catching their breath from the ordeal. The dust slowly settled and Nevada and Olga ended up facing each other.

“I will tell the Führerin that we found nothing when we get back to the motherland.” Olga said.

Nevada nodded to her, giving her a playful smack on the rear, “I would appreciate that a lot.”

After exchanging farewells, the german women got back in their jeep and left empty handed.

“So that’s it then?” Bethany asked.

“That’s it. We keep the book and the idol and the world gets to stay safe for a while longer.” Nevada replied, putting her arm over Bethany shoulders as they slowly worked back towards their tent for a long bath each and a well earned dinner.

The End.