The Lazaro Chest - By: Candice Harvey COPYRIGHT 1998
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Details:
Length: Long
Acts: Female Masturbation.
Explicitness: Hard.


Down in the Ngobeni Valley in the Congo Basin the excavators kept digging.
They had been there for a long time, and wanted to go home. They hadn't
found what they were looking for and so had to remain in the Valley, which
was plagued by mosquitos, spiders and killer ants. The expedition to find
The Lazaro Chest, had been taken up by Professor Anderson, of the university
of California. He and three other professors from universities around the 
States, with their helpers all arived in the Valley three months ago.

Now as they look back, it has been hell. The mosquitos attack with fury, the
killer ants destroy anything in their way, and a bite by the Ngofuna, meaning
the devil, spider is fatal. The voyagers have had hell from day one, and now
they wanted to go home, to their families and friends. Drew Anderson had known
about the Lazaro Chest for a long time, but had never known its location.

The Chest is supposed to be possessed by magic and contains magic fibres, that
are stronger than anything man has designed. Professor Drew Anderson, wants to
find the chest and study the fibres, so that they may be reproduced and used for
man's exploit. With the help of an English Professor named Lily Thompson, they
discovered its location.

Legend has it that Lazaro, a Spanish Traveller, found the fibres in an Inca
Tomb and locked them in a chest. He then took the chest along on his travels
to Africa and into the Congo Basin and Nogbeni Valley where he was last seen
and legend has it where he was bitten by a Ngofuna spider. Nobody knew he had
been in the Valley until Lily discovered an artefact in his boat's belongings
in the oxford museum which was crafted in the Valley by the Ngobeni tribe.

Thompson contacted Anderson who at this stage was working with Professor Sarha
Harris from New York. Once the three got together they planned a trip to the
Valley and contacted the other two professors, Clark and Grant. They each
organised certain details and the expedition was headed by Anderson. Clark
was renowned for his knowledge on the Incas, Grant for his knowledge on the
Ngobeni tribe, and the other three for theirs on Lazaro and the Chest.

Now in the Valley it was nearing the fourth month and they still hadn't found
anything. The supplies were running out and tensions were growing. Harris was
in her tent preparing for dinner. It was getting dark. She knew that the chest
must have been near, if only they knew where. And then someone rushed into
her tent, it was Samuel, the african who was helping them.

"They've found it madam!" he shouted with joy.
"The chest? They found it?" Asked Harris unbelievingly.
"Come."
They marched off in the direction of the excavations. Harris was now getting
excited. She had hoped for this for a long time. It would be amazing to be
part of the team that rescued the chest.

A crowd had gathered round the northern pit, where the excavators were busy
bringing the chest to the surface. Harris stood in anticipation as the chest
was brought up. It was covered in dirt, and would require some cleaning.
Anderson inspected it and then announced: "Ladies and Gentleman. It is the
chest, and after a long search I feel we should celebrate!"

"What about opening it?" cried someone.
"Well obviously the lock is very fragile and will need carefull handling,
therefore we'll open it tomorrow." 
The crowd of excavators were overjoyd. All their hard work had payed off. And
now they could celebrate. There was going to be a great feast.

Drew had the chest brought into the lab they had setup, where only the five
Professors had access to it. It was placed on a table and locked up. Now it
was time to party. Everybody was getting ready to party, except Harris who'd
gone to see the chest. It was dirty, but somehow it called out to her. It was
truly magical. She decided to clean it.

After hours of work it was finaly clean and she looked at the lock. It was strong
and sturdy, it wouldn't be easy to break it open. She examined it closely, it
hadn't rusted as normal locks would have, instead it was clean. She noticed too
that the keyhole was fairly large and it seemed that the key would be a large one
too.

After cleaning up, Harris decided to join the party which was really heating up.
Most of the workers were getting drunk, and most were singing and dancing.
Harris went to find Thompson and accidently stumbled on Thompson and Samuel in
a nearby bush making steamy love to each other. Thompson was grunting short
high pitched grunts.

Harris went and sat at a nearby table and had a little bit of wine. She sat thinking
of how long it had taken them to find the chest, how long they had sat in this
god forsaken place, and now they had found the chest. It was definitely magical.
The more she thought about it the more she wanted to be near it. She wondered what
was inside. Then Thompson interupted her, I'm going to bed. Harris understood that
Thompson would not be alone.

Harris found that everybody was slowly disappearing off to bed. She decided to go
to her tent. Inside she lay on her bed and wrote in her diary. Then as she put it
back with her personal belongings she found the key that her grandmother had given
her. Her grandmother told her that it was the key to great treasure. Then Harris
had an idea.

She went out to the lab. Nobody was around anymore, everyone had gone to bed. She
went into the lab and came to the chest. Slowly she inserted the key into the
lock. Well grandma, here goes; she sighed, and then she turned the key. In an
instant the chest almost came to life. The lid opened and out shined a dim light,
catching Harris' face. She still couldn't believe it. 

Inside lay some clothing, perfectly folded and made out of a smooth, soft. black 
material. There was a corset, gloves and stockings. A pair of short boots, that
looked like horse riding boots, and a mask. Harris wanted to try them on but she
remembered that she was in the lab. She gathered the items and put them in her
ruck sack, closed the chest and locked it. Then she disappeared into the night.

Again in her tent, Harris put out the candle, she would have to do this in the
dark. And besides that candle might just cause somebody to come unexpectedly to
her tent. Yet the moonlight had become slightly brighter and she could still see
a little in the blackness all about her. Harris unpacked the garments from her
rucksack and lay them on her bed. 

Harris slowly undressed and was completely naked in the darkness. Now it was time
she told herself. She slid into the corset which was a little bit tight but seemed
to have been made for her. It was cold around her naked body but it felt sexy. The
material was smooth and somewhat stretchy. Next came the stockings. She slid them
over her feet and slowly up her legs until they ended halfway up her thighs. They
too were of good fit. 

Next Harris slid a boot onto her left foot. It fitted perfectly. It was her shoe
size. Harris quickly slid on the other boot. Then she pulled the gloves on one
by one. "Fits like a glove" she soflty giggled to herself. Lastly she put on the
mask. There were two little eyeholes and a place for her nose, which had little
nostril holes so she could breathe. There was no opening for her mouth, whcich
seemed a little odd to Harris.

Harris felt herself becoming aroused, and she was very excited. Her nipples rose
and she felt them against the tightness of the corset. It was wonderfull. She slid
her hand down the side of the corset and down to her pubis. The glove was warm on 
the inside yet somehow it was cold to the touch of her pussy. It was as if the
garments were also magical. Harris lay down on her bed and slowly slid a finger
into her pussy.

Using the pressure of her palm to manipulate her lower regions she worked the slippery 
finger of her gloved hand in and out of her vagina. Knowing that she was close, she sighed 
softly as the pleasures all came together. The slippery gloved finger inside her, the 
pressure on her clit, the kneading of the corset on her nipples. Closing her eyes she arched 
her back and let loose a long low moan as the first wave of a glorious orgasm swept through 
her like fire. Emanating from deep within, fueled by the soft and cool and slippery, she felt 
the strong contraction of her pubic and anal muscles as she began to come. She kept pumping 
herself down below. Slowing the tempo to match the waves of joy and easing the pressure she 
moaned softly with the pleasure. 

She moaned as the orgasm peaked each wave higher than the one before and then slightly lower 
until they all subsided. Laying back spent, she stopped the in and out motion of her finger. 
Leaving the gloved intruder deep inside she was panting an reveling in the after glow. 

After a long time had passed Harris pulled the finger out of her vagina. It was wet with
her sectretions. She peeled each glove off her hands and thens slid the mask of her face.
The cool air danced on her cheeks as she pulled the boots off and removed the corset. It
had been wonderfull. She ahd never felt this way before. She packed the items into her
suitcase and then went to sleep.

The next morning Samuel came to wake her. 
"Madam, Madam, wake up."
"What is it?"
"The chest has been cleaned!"
"oh, yeah I did that last night."
"It was you?"
"Yes."
"Come, Anderson wants to see you." 
Harris wondered if they had found out that she had been in the chest and found the contents.
"Ok I'll be there now"

Samuel left and Harris got dressed. She did her best to hode the garments deep in her case.
Then she cleaned her tent and went to the lab.

Anderson and the other professors were all around the chest, all of them with slight head-
aches. Harris came in and found them talking about the wonderfull job she had done with
cleaning the chest. They said she deserved a reward. Then anderson said that they would
be opneing the chest that day. Harris decided to pop the question.

"Would it be ok If I went back home?"
"Why?" sked Anderson?
"I'd like to go back to civilization."
"Wouldn't you like to see whats inside?"
"Well I would, but I really need a bath and some descent food, the cold shower just 
doesn't do it for me."
"Well we have found the chest, and we don't really require your expertise anymore, If
that's what you want you may go. "
"Today?"
"Yes today, one of the helpers is going to town to fetch some goods from our plane, I
will call the pilot and tell him that you will be flying back with him."
"Thank you!"

Harris was overjoyed. She had wanted to go home for a long time and now it was finaly
happening. She went back to her chest and decided to keep the treasure for herself.
Besides, how would she explain what she had done? She packed her bags and was ready.
The helper came with the jeep and the two drove to the landing strip.

After a while a small plane landed at the strip. The helper and pilot seemed to be
good friends and spoke to each other while they transported the goods form the plane
to the jeep. Then after saying goodbyr, Harris and the pilot were up in the sky heading 
home.

Back in her apartment, Harris was exhasuted from the flight back and although it was
only afternoon she decided to take a nap, carefully stashing the garments. Shw was so
tired that she just lay on her bed and fell asleep without taking off her clothes. 
When she woke it was already dark, the lights from the street came through her window.
Now she wanted to wear the garments again, so she got up and removed her clothes, got
them and went into the bathroom. Once that door was locked, a real sense of relaxation 
finally washed over her. Truly alone and safe, she knew she could finally put on the
garments. 

She took the pair of gloves and drew them on. They were black and over 20 inches long. 
Once she had donned both gloves and had them tugged up way past her elbows, she touched 
her nipples and watched in the mirror as she played with them. She was brushing the smooth 
gloves lightly across the tips, bringing them to life. Then she was rolling them between 
finger and thumb as they grew fully erect. Next, she got out the matching pair of stockings. 
Carefully she slipped each onto her shapely legs. She admired herself in the full length 
mirror. Her arms and legs covered in the skin tight material accentuated by the forward 
thrust of her lovely breasts. 

Harris pulled the boots on and decided to go against the corset. Lastly she slid the mask
over her face. She rustled in the drawer and got out a tube of lubricating jelly. Flicking 
open the top, she squeezed a generous amount onto her gloved middle finger and got ready to 
start her fun. 

Bending forward at the waist, she laid her heavy breasts on the cool vanity top. With 
practiced ease, she parted her buttocks with the thumb and ring finger of her right hand and 
placed the slippery tip of her middle finger against her anus. She closed her eyes and tried 
to concentrate on the dual sensations. The slippery rubber glove at her back door circling the 
entrance and feeling all the tiny wrinkles of her puckered hole, and her sensitive anal nerves 
feeling the smooth rubbery texture that was teasing and exciting them. Slowly, deliciously, 
excitingly, she slid the finger inside. Moving it in at a snail’s pace she could feel both its 
intrusion into her, and the heat that her body was exuding. 

It seemed to take forever, but eventually she had the whole of her finger up inside. As she 
began to work the gloved intruder in and out of her tight bottom, she reached for her nipples 
and began caressing them anew. The soft tight glove allowed her to delicately circle her 
areolae, barely making contact it was like a breath of wind. Then she turned attention to the 
hardening nipples themselves, to the sensitive edges of her breasts and finally she cradled 
each one, massaging it and feeling its meaty weight. All the while, she had kept up a slow 
rhythmic thrusting with her other hand. She had probed herself deeply, feeling the smooth 
satiny texture through the thin barrier of sexy material. Rotating her finger she was at first 
satisfied with the single intruder, but as she had become more aroused, she had slid her index 
finger into her hot behind as well. 

Harris raised her gloved hand to her mouth and as she worked her bum, sucked greedily on one 
of her own fingers. The odor and taste of the glove filled her senses as she worked her lips 
and tongue along her finger. Imagining it to be a miniature erection, she sucked it in deep 
and did her most expert job of fellating her gloved digit. God, but she was getting hot. She 
felt the stirring from deep within her loins, but didn’t want it to go any further right now. 
With that, she stopped sucking and reluctantly withdrew her other hand. As she gazed at herself 
in the mirror, her nipples her were agonizingly erect. A few more moments and she could have 
easily orgasmed. I few flicks of her gloved hand across her womanhood and she would have 
exploded. All the better to save it she thought. The next round would only make it that much 
more pleasurable. 

Harris lit several scented candles and then turned off the bathroom light. Feeling more like 
she was in a safe cocoon, she could concentrate on feeling things. She went to the vanity and
got out her butt plug. This was going to be fun. Then she took out her other toys. Satisfied 
that all was ready, she knelt on the bath mat then lay back on her left side. Drawing her 
covered right leg high to her breast, she placed the tip of the butt plug against her wrinkled 
sphincter. Gripping it tightly, she eased it slowly into position. Next came the nipple clamps,
Harris grabbed each breast and tightened the clamp around each nipple. The pain was harsh but
very erotic.

Touching her breast with her left hand, she finally allowed her right hand to wander towards 
its target. Teasingly, she inched it slowly down along her belly. She first felt the downy curls 
of her public region through the thin barrier of the glove. Then she tingled as the soft glove 
reached her mons. Rubbing herself lightly, she allowed her middle finger to slip between her 
outer lips and reach the swollen rubbery textured inner lips. Spreading the moisture along her 
slit she probed deeper reaching the entrance to her pussy. 

Using the pressure of her palm to manipulate her lower regions she worked the slippery finger 
of her gloved hand in and out of her vagina. She didn’t stop massaging her breasts. Knowing 
that she was close, she sighed softly as the pleasures all came together. The slippery finger 
inside her, the pressure on her clit and the pinching clamps on her nipples. Harris decided
she wanted to come, and this meant the use of her vibrator. While her right hand was still
pumping away at her vagina, she took her left hand off her breasts and got the vibrator
into position.

Easing it down onto her clitoris she still kept her right hand busy, and her nipples were
aching under the pressure. The vibrator slowly drove her over the edge, combined with the
stimulation of her smooth finger in her vagina and the tight nipple clamps she went into
overdrive. All od a sudden she felt the strong contraction of her pubic and anal muscles as 
she began to come, and she started screaming through the mask.

"Oh My God! Yes, Ohhh Yes! Ohhhhh! OOhhhhhhhh!" 

Slowly the waves peaked and then subsided. Harris was keft exhausted and lay in the dim light,
the nipple clamps still on her nipples, the butt plug still up her ass and her finger in her
pussy. Then the phone rang. Harris got up and knew there was no time to remove her toys from
her body, so she unlocked the door and dashed to the phone, her nipple clamps dangling from
her tits and the butt plug stil up her ass. She pulled the mask from her face.

"Hello."
"Hi, Harris, it's me Clark. Anderson wanted me to tell you that the chest was empty. So
much for all our work."
"Yeah, so much."
"Anyway, the chest is going to some museum or something. I'll see you around?"
"Yeah, thanks for calling."
"Ok, Bye."
"Bye"

And with that Harris hung up and smiled. She had truly got the treasure.

The End