Marsha was digging away in the ancient ruins of the Gidva temple. The hot humid air caused her to sweat like hell. Here clothing, although specially designed for weather like this, didn't give her any comfort. It was soaked and clung to her body, making every movement a real burden.
Marsha had graduated in archeology the year before at the age of 25. She had applied as an assistant-archeologist with Dr. David Munro, a renowned specialist on ancient cultures. Dr. Munro had asked her to assist him, and Marsha had been working for 4 months now here in the jungle of Borneo.
Up till now, the dig had not been very exciting. The novelty of it all had quickly worn off and soon everything turned pretty humdrum. Apart from some old pottery pieces and tools nothing significant had turned up. She was quite happy at the prospect of returning home next month. That's when her assignment would come to an end. Dr. Munro was quite happy with her, and asked her to stay for another 5 months but Marsha had declined that offer. It wasn't as much the harsh conditions that bothered her, but more the lack of excitement.
As it was getting nearer the end of the day, Marsha collected the artifacts she had found and made her way to the camp. She was longing for a shower and a good meal, and the prospect of it put a smile on her lips. Not that accommodations could be rated as 5 star quality. The shower was actually not more than the proverbial bucket with holes in the bottom. Plus, it was only secluded from view by means of an old piece of cloth that used to be part of a tent. The meals consisted mainly of some sort of army-rations, not "haute cuisine" but very nutritious.
When she got to the camp, she deposited her findings at Dr. Munro's cabin. He wasn't in yet, so she went to the shower right away, after passing her quarters were she picked up a towel, soap, and clean clothes.
Marsha took off her sticky clothes and jumped into the shower. It felt good the way the water ran over her body, giving some comfort after a day of smoldering heat and dust. Her raven black hair cascaded down her shoulders. She took the soap bar and gently started to massage her body with it. She caressed her firm C-cup breasts, sending a tingling sensation through her body and causing her rose-bud nipples to erect. She reached further down to her shaved pink pussy and rubbed her fingers gently over her pussy lips, causing waves of pleasure rippling through her slender 5' 7'' body. Sex was something she had been deprived of for the past 4 months and she couldn't wait to get back home to see Jonno, her boyfriend of 3 years. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the voice of the cook, announcing that dinner was ready. Marsha rinsed the soap off her body, toweled herself off, put her clean clothes on, and made her way to the mess hall.
All ten members of the team were already present, and after saying hello, she went over to the kitchen put the "plat du jour" on her plate. She went over to the table, and sat next to Sigi, their local guide.
"How was your day, Mrs. Marsha?"
"Well...the usual Sigi...not much exciting to tell. Actually, it was really boring. I can't really see the point in continuing to dig here for much longer. I just don't know about this Gidva temple."
"I reckon a lot has been destroyed over the past 2000 years. The weather up here is not exactly kind to buildings and such. The humidity, the heavy monsoons, earthquakes...It doesn't do much good."
"I don't understand what Dr. Munro sees in this place." Marsha said.
"Well, there is a legend amongst our people that says that the Gidva temple was not the first building on this site. Rumor has it that the Gidva temple was constructed on the ruins of a much older temple which was built to honor the evil demon-queen, Ki'vah. The story is that Ki'vah was originally a good queen who did a lot of good for her subjects. Everybody was prospering well under her reign, that is until she started to make use of the services of Arkim as her counselor. Not much is known about Arkim, but supposedly he came from the cold lands up north. He maneuvered himself within the inner circle of the queen's trustees, and once he had done that, conditions turned pretty bad. The queen seemed to have taken on his believes and slowly day by day things got worse...taxes were raised...land confiscated...people put into slavery.... She started to suppress all previous freedoms and rights by means of her terror soldiers, a group of ruthless and savage men, all of whom were extremely loyal to her. Ki'vah dropped out of site, declaring her ruling by means of Arkim. It was said that the once beautiful queen had become a monster both in body and in soul. She was supposedly blessed with evil powers. Pity on those who were summoned to her castle. They were never to be heard from again. Her reign of terror lasted for almost 40 years until an uprising from her subjects, under the command of Kharda, succeeded in overthrowing her. It is said that Kharda killed her after capturing her evil power by means of a magical amulet. Everybody who had stood with her was killed, and the temple, in which she was worshipped, was destroyed. Later, a new religion, Gidva, took the place of the worshipping of Ki'vah. A new temple was built on the spot of the old destroyed temple."
"What happened to the amulet?" Marsha inquired.
"Somehow it was lost in the commotion and the violence. Some say it was destroyed by Kharda, and others say it was hidden somewhere...who knows what really transpired after all these years."
"Well, it is a most interesting legend, Sigi. I think that I am going to bed. We have a long day again tomorrow." Marsha took her empty plate and placed it in the kitchen. She then walked out and went to her cabin.
The Next day Marsha was digging on the old site again in the smoldering heat. She was getting really bored with what seemed pointless work. All of a sudden, her little shovel struck on something hard. She leaned over and carefully freed something which looked like a little crate, about the size of a shoe box. It was very well preserved. She picked it up and looked at it. It was kept closed with a little latch. She pushed the latch aside and carefully opened the box. Inside she saw what looked like a necklace. Hanging from the chain was something that resembled a large coin. The coin had some strange marking engraved on it. She took the chain out gently and looked at it. Despite all the years it had been buried, it glowed and sparkled in the sunlight. She placed it around her neck. Almost instantly, she felt woozy. Her knees buckled, and she lay down on her back as everything blacked out. As she lay there, something strange happened to the necklace. The coin started to glow, and slowly it dissolved itself into her body, leaving no trace that it had ever been around her neck.
Marsha fell asleep and began to experience a very strange dream. She was laying in the middle of a large stone table, completely naked. When she tried to get up, she realized that she couldn't. In fact, she couldn't move at all. The only part she could move was her head. Marsha looked around frightened. She was in a dimly lit hall. A few candles on the wall was all that provided a little light. Frescos of demonic creatures ornamented the ceiling. In front of her, she saw a raised platform. On the platform was some sort of a throne in which a bulky form was seated. It was too dark to make out what it was. Suddenly, the bulky form started to move. A deep voice boomed through the hall.
"Welcome back my daughter...it has been far to long...." The form then rose up and strode over to her. Marsha's breath stopped for a moment as she saw the creature in full detail. It had a very muscular build, and was about 7 feet tall. It's skin consisted of green scales, which covered its entire body. It's feet were talons, and the hands were claw-like. As she looked up, she stared in two yellow reptilian-like eyes. It's mouth and nose were pushed out a little bit and two long fangs showed themselves. A wild mane of long, thick, black hair cascaded down it's body. Two long, coiled horns grew out of the temples of the head.
"Who are you? What am I doing here? What do you want of me?" Marsha asked with a voice filled with fear.
"I am Ardovek, King of the demons and you are Virka my beloved daughter and a true demon princess."
"How can I be your daughter? I am human and my name is Marsha!"
"Soon you will remember. I will restore you to your former glory, and give you your former powers back. Ardovak said as he gently stroked Marsha's hair with his massive clawed hand. Marsha winced at his touch. Ardovak turned away and walked swiftly back to his throne and sat down. "Let the ceremony begin!!!"
Hordes of demons started to fill the hall and lined up along the wall. Everyone of them looking different from the other. They started to sing . It sounded a little bit like Gregorian church music. First softly, nearly a whisper in the background, then slowly rising in volume. The light coming from the candles intensified making everything more visible. The volume of the singing decreased again and became a whisper. In front of her, Marsha could see how the row parted a bit. A hooded capped figure strode through and approached her. It stood in front of her, and Marsha could feel its stare. The singing changed into a chanting... rhythmic...droning....The sound became almost tangible. The creature in front of her threw off the hooded cape.... A female demon showed herself...not as tall and as muscular in build as Ardovak, but still easily 6' 4'' in height, lean, and muscular. She threw back her long, blood red hair. Her weird nipples and perky, small breasts pointing up in the air as she arched her back. An eight foot long tail, smoothly scaled and tapered at the end, twisted and turned behind her.
The demoness started to dance around the table at the rhythm of the chanting, her tail softly stroking over Marsha's naked body. The sensation sent shivers down Marsha's spine. The demoness set herself on her heels in front of Marsha. She let her claws run over Marsha's legs, and very gently she pushed the legs apart and climbed on the table. Her claws went up to Marsha's breasts, kneading them carefully, scratching her nipples softly with a long sharp nail...
She opened her mouth and from between her pointed teeth a long forked tongue emerged and stretched till it touched Marsha's pussy lips. It flickered and danced over her vagina sending waves of pleasure through her body. Marsha fell in some sort of trance, not resisting anything that happened to her. In fact, she completely gave in to the erotic emissions of the demoness. Marsha felt incredibly aroused and she could feel her pussy getting wet and more sensitive by the second as the demoness continued to very skillfully work Marsha's clit with her long forked, darting tongue. The demoness slowly raised her head. Love juice trickling down her chin. She worked her way up Marsha's body. She sat on her knees and hovered her hands over Marsha, who lay spread-eagled under her. Her yellow reptilian-like eyes looked into Marsha's. The demoness had a lustful grin on her demonic face. Her long tail curled between her legs and she thrust the tapered end into Marsha's pussy, meeting no resistance at all. She pushed it deeper and deeper . Marsha could feel the rapid movement and the pulsating of the tail deep within her, and she started to moan as she climaxed several times. The sensation was incredible. More, she whispered, more... The demoness raised her head again and stared at a point behind Marsha. Marsha looked up at the body hanging over her. She saw the muscles tense. The demoness started to breathe heavily and to moan softly.
It was then that Marsha noticed something peculiar happening . On the demoness's abdomen below the small breasts, four small bumps appeared. Slowly, they became larger and larger pushing the scales away. It looked like she was growing extra breasts. However, when they reached the size of her upper ones the growth didn't stop. Instead the upper ones started to grow as well while the other ones continued their expansion, slowly swelling to the size of melons and beyond. As the growth stopped, Marsha stared at six udders, marbled with thick green veins, dangling above her body. The demoness started to breath more rapidly like she was getting ready for a great effort. Marsha saw how on each udder a nipple started to develop, growing thicker and larger, elongating, till the top ones made contact with her rose-buds and the lower ones with her tummy. The top-nipples fused with hers and the other four rooted in her tummy. Little green veins started to web out on Marsha's breasts and tummy where the demoness's nipples had connected. The demoness lifted her head, arched her back and let out a long howl. The thick veins on her massive udders were throbbing. Her nipples became thicker and thicker. Her full udders started to contract, the veins lined out more, and large amounts of some fluid started to pump through them into Marsha's body. With every massive thrust, the udders became smaller and smaller as they emptied their load into the woman below them. Finally, they had lost their fullness and looked more like tube socks hanging down. The six nipples disengaged themselves, retracted, and melted away in the now empty udders, they, in turn, becoming smaller and smaller until they disappeared completely within the demoness's body. She then lifted herself from the table, put on the hooded cape and disappeared in the still chanting crowd, leaving Marsha behind.
With a shock, Marsha awoke. The sun shone straight in her eyes and she had to block her eyes from the harsh light. Still feeling woozy and very impressed by this weird dream, she got up. She looked at her watch. Quite surprised, she noticed that she had been asleep for six hours. She reached for the necklace but couldn't find it. She started to look for it in her immediate vicinity but to no avail. After an hour, she reluctantly gave up the search. She headed back to base-camp pondering about her unreal dream and the necklace. She came to the conclusion that what had happened to her was the result of overwork and Sigi's strange story. She needed to get out of here. She made up her mind to leave as soon as possible. She would discuss her departure plans tonight with Dr. Munro. She couldn't go on here. First, she would take two weeks of vacation at some resort, doing nothing but basking in the sun. Next, she would probably go back to the States to family and friends.