The dig

[Shocker]

Teaser: Dee Carter settled her back comfortably against the fallen tree trunk and took in her surroundings. It was gorgeous and breathtaking at the same time. The night had fallen around their camp site and the fire was burning down to the last few embers. This was alike a dream come true, her last big field trip before graduation.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title:The Dig
Author: Shocker
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I'd like to apologize for my butchering of the Spanish language, but it was the best I could do with automatic translation. If like me, you don't speak Spanish, don't worry those passages were meant not to be understood by the main protagonist either. I hope you enjoy this story.

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The Dig



Dee Carter settled her back comfortably against the fallen tree trunk and took in her surroundings. It was gorgeous and breathtaking at the same time. The night had fallen around their camp site and the fire was burning down to the last few embers. This was alike a dream come true, her last big field trip before graduation. She and the rest of their expedition party had been now on this dig in the eastern Sierra Madre for almost 2 months now. And it had been such an exciting time, despite the backbreaking work of doing the excavation with so few people, the group lead by Professor Allan Croft consisted of only 7 people. The Professor, herself and 5 more students. Some of the boys had begun to spurt something that seriously resembled adult looking beards, of course not the Professor. While he clearly didn't mind the rough camp life, he was evidently a stickler for personal hygiene, and scraped of the gray stubble every morning with an old-fashioned cut-throat razor.

She almost regretted that their time was drawing towards a close, especially now as they had finally found the border of the Toltec settlement they had been looking for all the time. She had been hearing Prof. Croft telling his contacts via the radio yesterday that the dig was a literal gold mine of information. There was so much, they would finally be able to determine of the everyday life of the pre-Columbian Toltec civilization. It was a field, her studies were focused on and getting the chance of joining the professor on this trip to the wilderness of the Sierra Madre would be a great way of fleshing out her PhD thesis in Archaeology. If nothing went wrong she should be able to hand it in, in less than a year.

Her dad would be so proud, the little girl running around on their farm in Iowa, digging in the dirt looking up fossils, all grown up and earning a doctorate. Same with Paul her fiancé, they had decided that going 6 years steady was long enough. Especially with him finishing his engineering degree earlier this year, and finding a job at a company not far from the university of Utah that they both had attended. The thought of Paul made her smile, thinking of the big hunk of a man, 6 foot 3" and built to match. He could grab her waist with a single of his big hands. They must look so ridiculous from afar, she 5 foot nothing in flats, and him looking like he belonged on a football field. It would be good to see him soon, returning to Durango next week, and flying back to the states the next day, it was less than ten days before they could celebrate the reunion. And she felt she was due a proper reunion.

The reason she sat here in the darkness, instead of Tina, was that Tina Allenby was not attached to somebody, or if she was, her opinions of monogamy or fidelity might clash somewhat with Dee's. The lively redhead was the only other woman on the expedition. And if Dee's assumption where correct she had by now fairly decent knowledge on who of the other students was good in the sack.

She was discreet about it, and took the guys away for their quality time, but it was for one such assignation, that she had asked Dee for a favor to switch watch duty with her. Tina had looked so endearingly pleading, that she had accepted the battered Winchester rifle, their only gun and settled in for the four ours of duty. The gun didn't bother her, she had been around guns all her life. Her dad had thought her to shoot, and shoot well, when she had left for university he had given her a nicely wrapped box, telling her every girl should have a friend. She had blushed for a moment misunderstanding her father. Her friend for life was to become John Browning, in the form of a 9 mm Browning Hi power. A gun that had accompanied her everywhere, until for this trip. The Mexican authorities had ruled, that the number of guns allowed to the archaeological dig would be strictly controlled. And this rifle was essentially it.

Her thoughts started to wander, returning to Paul, fondly remembering him, his quirky humor and the indomitable passion. They enjoyed their sex life, but had reduced their exploits to the bed, after an impromptu attempt had cracked the dry wall. The sex itself had been spectacular, and there were no regrets, but eating a month of ramen noodles to save the money for the repair, was to steep a price. Their bed was sturdy and reliable. She remembered their last time together. He had been looking her deep into the eyes "Diana I really wish we were already married."
He was the only person in the world calling her Diana instead of Dee, and he was also the only one where she didn't mind.
"So do I, but why bring it up now?"
He grinned broadly "Because if you were already my wife, i would be now in Diana Jones."
"You came up with that all by yourself." she pretended to be furious. His face fell, and she continued "I seriously intend to become Dr. Jones, world famous archaeologist."
She leaned into him and hummed into his ear a few bars of the raiders march and laughed. He took his queue, and a short while later they both had the greatest pleasure the music of John Williams had ever given two people. That piece of music would make it onto their bedroom playlist for sure. Deep in their hearts both of them were nerds.

Remembering that episode, Dee felt both the warm feeling of love and the longing to be with him. Not just in two weeks but now. She slowly unbuttoned her shorts, feeling certain that so late at night she wouldn't be seen or disturbed. Her hand began wandering, sliding into her opened pants, and down her panties. Feeling the softness of a massive bush, not only the guys had been growing beards the last two months. She preferred her sex hairless, but she really couldn't be bothered of shaving her nethers in the cold water of the nearby creek. She felt the tingling sensation, spreading in warm waves from her crotch, stretching to all extremities. Her fingers moved on their own accord, stroked, caressed pinched and parted flesh. All of her world was reduced to just one thing, and she felt the relief coming, just a few more tender moves.

As she felt something cold press against her neck. "Please be very quiet Senorita. I'm sorry to disturb this wonderful performance, but I have important business."



The voice spoke with a very strong accent, the man was clearly a local. She tried to get up, but a push to her neck by the barrel of his shotgun, told her not to. She tried to raise her hands.
"Senorita keep the hand where it was, at the moment it will do the least harm there."
"What do you want?" she asked haltingly while returning her hand to her crotch.
"Stand up but keep your hands where they are." He directed.
Not seeing any real alternative she complied, it never paid arguing with somebody holding a gun to your neck.
When she was standing she felt a hand reaching around her pulling up the zipper of her shorts, and closing the button, trapping her right hand between the fabric and her crotch.

The man shouldered his shotgun, and stepped right behind her producing a wicked looking knife which he held to her throat. At this point Diana became seriously frightened. Her father had thought her once, that not many people have the determination to use a gun on another person, they were too lethal at the slightest mistake. Knives on the other hand, were easy to handle, even if you made a mistake the other person, was likely to survive. Combined with the inherent machismo attitude of some men, a knife instead of the gun was not really an improvement to the situation.

"Senorita I need you to remain very quiet." He then turned with her until she was looking at the tents that formed their little camp. The man made a pointing gesture and said quietly "Vamos, amigos!"
At this Diana notice that the man hadn't been alone. About a dozen more men were present all of them armed. They arranged themselves two to every tent, and on an unseen count all entered simultaneously, surprising the sleeping members of their expedition. Diana suddenly felt very ashamed, as she thought that this was her fault, instead of keeping watch she had been dreaming, which was the only reason those men had been able to surprise her and the others. There was very little noise and only from one tent it sounded as if there was a fight. But One by one the men were dragged out of the tents. Arms tied behind their backs with their own belts. She counted 7 of the students all of them dressed in a variety of shorts, some of them wearing t-shirts, some of them bare chested. The Professor was currently dragged from his tent, apparently insisted on style also in the wilderness wore a pair of ridiculous paisley pajamas. The only ones missing form the group were Tina and Scott, Tina had taken a fancy to the quiet, tall man and had apparently taken him to her favorite spot at the river. For all her promiscuous activity Tina, had always preferred a bit of discretion and never fucked around in the camp proper. This gave Diana an idea, perhaps she still could shout out a warning, so those two could get away.

She was just taking a deep breath when she saw more men approaching from the river. Dragging along the entirely nude forms of Tina and Scott. Tina was kicking and screaming protesting, that they were pulling her by her hair. Scott looked much more docile, keeping his hands in front of himself trying to cover himself. His modesty was certainly on another level than Tina's, who didn't bother with any of that, but flailed with both arms trying to hit her abductor. Making her large breast jiggle considerably. As she was dragged to the fire, Diana absently noted that Tina didn't seem to bother about shaving with river water, as her sex was entirely hairless. Upon seeing their friends dragged along naked, the other men start to struggle against their captors, but overcoming armed men, while their armed were tied behind their backs ended about as successful as could be expected.

After the first few got felled by rifle butts judiciously rammed into their stomachs, the other men calmed down before they could be exposed to the same kind of treatment. The man behind Dee shouted something in rapid Spanish, that was too fast for her to understand. The men laughed and began, pulling the pants down the students legs until they were hanging at their knees. This not only hampered their mobility considerably, but apparently took all fight out of them. Dee marveled how cocksure men could act, but as soon as somebody stripped them of their clothes, it was as they got stripped of their masculinity. Speaking of which, the cold mountain air must be getting to the guys. Dee's set of personal comparison, was rather limited and due to her association with Paul she was a bit spoiled for size, but she didn't see any reason why Tina was spending so much time around these boys. The only men still wearing his bottoms was the Professor. But he also hadn't tried to rush their captors. He evidently tried to project calmness and self-confidence.
The man behind Dee ordered some men to tie Tina and Scott up, still speaking Spanish, but this time Dee got the gist. They both ended up with their hands tied behind their back, to the general enjoyment of their attackers, as this caused Tina's breasts to be pushed very prominently forward. Once tied up they were pushed onto the ground among the others.

That was the time the professor chose to speak up, and while he fluently spoke Spanish he did so in English.
"What do you want from us, we are just an archaeological digging expedition, we don't have much gear, and very little of what we have found her will be of value to you."
"Are you in charge here" the man behind Dee asked, his English being good, but accented.
"Yes my name is Alan Croft, I'm a professor at the University of Utah."
"You must be a smart man then Senor Croft, so let me correct an assumption of yours. You used to be in charge here, but as of five minutes ago I have assumed that position. Comprende?" There was no malice in his word, no threat just a plain statement of facts.
"Yes I understand that, please take what you want, but leave my students alone. They are my responsibility after all."
"That is a very reasonable position for you to take. And since you are such a reasonable man I'm sure we can find a way to a deal. Now tell me about the gold."
"Gold?" the professor was evidently confused "There is no gold, we are an archaeological expedition, we don't carry any gold around."
"Senor Croft, please don't try to fool me. I listened yesterday to you on the radio. Our set might be a bit old, but I heard you reporting your finding of a gold mine. These mountains are the home of my ancestors, any gold in these hills is by right the property of the Mexican people. And we are Mexican people. Now again tell me where is the gold?"
"Gold mine? There is no gold mine, I reported that we have finally found the settlement we have been digging for for almost five years. It is a gold mine of information." the professor was talking much faster now.
"Senor Croft if you are not stop lying to me, I will be forced to make you talk. I have sure ways to do so."
At this the professor turned white "Torture, won't be able to make me show you something that doesn't exist."
"Who said anything about torturing you. I figure we can get your cooperation much better by increasing the pressure on those students of yours. It might be even more enjoyable, for us that is." with those last words his free hand reached for Dee's breast and gave it a hard squeeze.



"You see Senor, for me there is at this moment just one question to be answered. Which one should we go for the nude puta over there, or the one that we found with her hands in the cookie jar."
Dee blushed at this description, particularly as it made clear to everyone here, why she had not performed her duty as sentry adequately. Why she was the cause for them to be in this situation.
The leader shoved her roughly to his compatriots and called "átala por las muñecas"
Dee wondered inconsequentially what those men were supposed to do with her wrists, if she made it through this she really needed to brush up on her Spanish. She struggled against the men's grip, while a third was throng a long rope over a tree branch. Dee panicked at the thought that they were going to hang her. But then the men ripped her hand out of her pants, and joined it with the other behind her back. The long rope was tied to them and then tightened, forcing her arms upward behind her back, making her bend over at the waist, to relieve the strain on her shoulders. She ended up with her back almost perfectly parallel to the ground, and standing on the tips of her toes.

"Encuentra una mesa o silla para la puta!" was the next command Dee heard, and two men dashed of towards the tents, and ultimately entering the mess tent. They returned shortly afterward with one of the folding tables, they used to eat their shared meals from. The leader pointed to a spot next to the fire and then nodded towards Tina. There was a bit of possible resistance brewing when the men came for Tina, and dragged her away form the others. But the unnaturally loud sound of a gun being cocked, kept things in check. Dee's uncomfortable position didn't afford her the best view, but she still could see her friend being pulled on the table with her back resting on the surface. The men began tying first her hands and then her legs to a separate table leg. All the while accompanied by a never ending tirade of swear words from Tina. Dee was surprised to find that while the barrage of swear words lasted minutes, her friend not once repeated herself. Who would have thought that the normally fairly sophisticated student had such a repertoire of vulgarities and invective. Even knowing what was going to happen to them, Tina was not going to take it silently.

Professor Croft made another attempt to appeal to the bandits "Please don't do this, take what you want but don't do this. These girls haven't done anything to you."
"They haven't done so yet, but they will, they will provide a great relieve to me and my men." At this the man cupped his crotch with his hand. "You can stop this just tell me where the gold mine is."
"How often do I have to say this, there is no gold. Please don't do this." Professor Croft pleaded.
"Let's see what the little one her is hiding under those clothes." At that the man produced his knife again and began cutting open Dee's shirt. The metal of the sharp blade felt very cold against her skin. She felt like a deer getting dressed, with the notable exception that she was still very much alive, and wanted to stay that way. The man's use of his blade was very skill full, and he proceeded to cut along her sleeves until the whole shirt was falling of her body. And all the time he kept a position, not to block the professors view to the proceedings. Dee felt the knife cut through the back strap and shoulder straps of her bra, leaving her breast naked and hanging straight down. On most women, her 32B wouldn't be a lot, but with her petite frame, they caused a good few stares over the years.
She felt the knife at her backside, cutting her shorts apart. Dee was furious, there was no reason to cut her pants of her legs were free, he just did that to destroy her clothing, to show how tough he was. When they fell she was standing naked from the was upwards, clad in only her heavy hiking boots and a pair of baby blue panties. She felt a sharp tug, and heard the ripping of cloth and corrected her status as wearing only the boots.

The man tossed the ruined garment to his compatriots. "Para el desnudo. Ponlo en su boca! Ella me molesta." his tone conveyed annoyance. Tina's ceaseless cursing stopped, as they forced the discarded panties into her mouth.
Professor Croft looked shocked, but also couldn't take away his eyes from Dee's naked body. Breasts swinging freely. The leader of the bandits returned to Dee and grabbed her between the legs, stroking the thick coat of hair growing their.
"You have an eager beaver? Is that the correct term?"
Dee decided to remain quiet, being mouthy certainly hadn't furthered Tina's case. She just spat out.
"You don't want to do that my little one. You still might need that spit to get a good many cocks lubricated." he laughed at that.
Dee drew in all her courage, and answered much calmer than she felt. "I grew up on a horse farm in Iowa, I have made many stallions to geldings. Just try me."
"I perhaps will not chance that senorita. And perhaps you even enjoy getting dry fucked up the ass." He started to probe her pussy with his fingers "After all your pussy is already all wet for me."
"Last chance Senor Professore, where is the gold?"
"There is no gold, please believe me" the professors voice was pleading and desperate.
"In that case, vamos amigos!"

Dee could see the first of the bandits drop his pants and climb on top of Tina, no doubt penetrating her spread sex, and based on the muffled cries not worrying about how roughly he entered. But she couldn't spare her friend much thought as she felt hot flesh against her own sex. Her lips parting, for the intruder, hands on her hips holding her in place and driving home the message, she was about to be raped.

He fucked her hard and brutal, not caring for the pain he caused her when he pushed her whole body forward adding to the strain on her arms. She felt each thrust of his cock, wielding it like a weapon against the defenseless flesh of her womanhood. Each thrust caused his balls to slap against her flesh, and sent an impulse through her body, making her breasts swing to the rhythm of the pounding.

Dee let her head drop, trying to move with her attacker to minimize the impact of his thrusts, but he didn't allow it. She suddenly felt a hand leaving her hips and bury itself in her hair, forcing her head backwards, and he directed her face towards her bound friends. What she saw made her blood boil in anger. Some of those shriveled dicks hadn't only recovered, but there were even a few growing a boner, while watching her getting raped. In the moment of her greatest debasement, those jerks got sexually excited. This broke something in her, and she did something she hadn't done since being eleven years old and falling of her pony. Her eyes began to fill with moisture and soon the tears were running down her face, weeping uncontrollably. She didn't feel him cumming deep inside her, she didn't really notice him withdrawing and another man taking up his pounding. What she did realize was that he came around towards her face, still holding her by the hair and wiped his cock, still slimy with their joined bodily fluids, left and right over her cheeks, leaving a wet trail there.

When the next man was finished he did the same, as did the next and the next …
All of them leaving a trail of their deeds on her face. Dee turned more and more inwards. Sure on an instinctual level she still noticed that somebody was fucking her pussy, which was getting increasingly raw. Before every further man they asked if the professor would give up the gold mine. With each refusal another man would take her.

At one point they told her, that her cunt was too filthy to still be fucked, their cum was sticking all over her pubic hair. But that didn't stop them from fucking her, the first time they raped her ass her screams, must have been heard for a hundred miles, but other than the wildlife, there was no other living being in that circle. The second and third man still hurt, but it got less with each attacker, and they still drew lines on her face after she was done.

When they were too exhausted to continue working on her, they lined up the other students in front of her face. Telling her if she wanted to make geldings she could go ahead. The men they told if they left her mouth without cumming, they would take care of gelding them. Dee was beyond caring, what had been an absolute dream a few hours ago, had turned into an utter nightmare. She was just a set of holes to those men to satisfy their sadistic needs. She never even noticed that some of the students had been forced to fuck Tina in either pussy or as before lining up in front of her face. They had to fuck her face, as she wasn't actively participating, but she never bit down.

After hours the bandit accepted that there really was no treasure in the Sierra Madre for them. So they stripped the camp of everything valuable or useful, mainly some laptops, cameras and cell phones, as well as cash and passports and of course the battered old Jeep and left.


It took hours for them to get out of their bonds and freeing the women. Lively Tina was apathetic, her mouth still firmly shut over a soggy pair of baby blue cotton. Dee was cut from the tree and carefully lowered to the ground by Professor croft. Tears staining also his face.
"I'm so sorry." he repeated over and over again.
"Let's go home please" Dee whispered.


Epilogue
It took Dee months to recover from the ordeal, but Paul had been there for her at every step of the way. Giving her the room she needed, and his strong shoulders when she wanted it. Their previous raucous sex life had come to almost a compete stop. She hadn't seen any of the other students again. Tina had left the university and dropped essentially from the face of the earth.

Dee went to work on her thesis like a woman possessed, and received her doctorate with honors, She kissed her husband when they got home from the ceremony and whispered in his ear. “Do you still have the John Williams CD, because Dr. Jones is up for a new adventure.“

The End.

[RapeU]

What a unique idea. The entire story happened because of an idiom that someone misunderstood due to a language barrier.

[Shocker]

What a unique idea. The entire story happened because of an idiom that someone misunderstood due to a language barrier.

Funnily enough, I included that just to have a reason for the attack of the camp. I remember that I wanted a characters hand trapped by a drawn up zipper. And that I wanted to make Dr Jones puns. While writing I found out how difficult it is to write the opening bars of the raiders march in a way people would recognize it. It’s easy enough in ones head, because there the music plays with it, but just reading “dat da da …” without context isn’t working.

Upon reediting, I thought that the story would have had a stronger title in “the treasures of the Sierra Madre”, but decided to keep my original title.