Pre-Columbian by James Forrest..,
Even with a bounty on her head, Laura is determined to recover stolen art, but she was expected , Pre-Columbian Art
Laura knew she’d made a mistake as soon as she stepped into the vault. The automatic light blinded her for a few seconds until her eyes adjusted. There it was, sitting on a pedestal in the middle of the small room. The pre-Columbian statue, one of the largest and best preserved in the world, was enclosed in a seamless bell-shaped glass. It wasn’t supposed to be covered, and the valve at the side of the pedestal told her that there was an air pressure switch.
She’d bypassed the house’s alarm systems and passed through the two locked doors on her way to the vault. She’d brought a homemade electronic device that allowed her to open the vault in only fifteen minutes. But her research had said that the statue would be sitting on a pressure plate. She could handle a pressure plate, but, with an air pressure switch, she couldn’t remove the glass jar or cut the glass without changing the air pressure in the jar and triggering the alarm. If she’d known about the air pressure switch, he’d have brought the equipment she needed to beat the alarm.
Her information had been wrong. Unlike the dozen other illegal Pre-Columbian artifacts that she’d retrieved for the museum, this one would have to stay where it was.
Laura turned to leave just as the massive vault door swung closed. When the lock clicked, the light went out leaving her in absolute darkness. She turned on her headlamp and was relieved to be able to see again. She searched among the gears and mechanisms on the inside of the door for the release. The small red handle in the middle of the right side of the door turned too easily. Nothing happened.
Getting caught was one of the risks she’d faced. So far, her research had let her slip into the strongholds of the wealthy men who hoarded artifacts and recover their stolen treasures. In the underground market, the statue in the vault had last sold for over a half million dollars. It would have been the most expensive article she had restored to the museum so far. Being arrested for burglary was a threat, but the illegal nature of the artifacts meant that the hoarders had a lot to lose by calling the police. But these were ruthless men. The risk was not that she’d be arrested, it was that she’d disappear. No one at the museum knew who brought the recovered artifacts, but the underground buzzed with speculation. She’d seen a large reward offered for her.
She heard the hiss of gas. Looking to where the sound came from, she saw a small jet in the baseboard. She blocked it with her thumb. The sound came from another jet across the room. She felt woozy, the light dimmed, and darkness closed around her.
Consciousness came back slowly. Without opening her eyes, she knew she was in more trouble. The pain from the clips on her nipples was intense. Her knees were held by straps that pulled her knees up and stretched her crotch open. The pressure from her vagina told her that something big was inside her. Her wrists were enclosed in soft restraints that held her arms tight against the plastic-covered table. Wrist restraints held her immobile.
The light was so bright that it took a several seconds for her eyes to adjust. She lay on a wide table. Two cameras were pointed at her. The one on her left was lower and pointed at her crotch. The other one was aimed at her stomach—probably a wide angle. Tilting up from between her legs was a machine with a long arm that held a dildo that had to be three inches in diameter. The arm was attached to a flywheel. Laura had heard of these machines, but she had never seen one. Above her, two cords led from the clips on her nipples to a bar above her that pulled the cords tight.
While she looked at it the dildo machine, the wheel started to turn. The massive dildo pushed into her. The breath she’d been holding escaped as the massive cock-shaped device pushed deeper and deeper stretching her wider as it went. When she was about to scream, it began the backward part of its cycle. It pulled out to her opening and, as the wheel turned, pressed into her again. The motion was slow enough that she could prepare for the deep thrust and open herself so that it brought only a twinge of pain when it pressed on the end of her vagina.
When it was spreading her the widest, an upright bump near the end of the plastic cock pressed against her clit. The pressure was so light that, at first, she hadn’t noticed it, but with the last thrust, she realized it was vibrating. Whoever was doing this wanted her to get aroused against her will, but she was sure she’d be able to resist. The dildo was on its inward thrust, and she couldn’t help but anticipate the touch on her clit. It was a brief, light touch.
The dildo pulled out and was about to start back in when she heard a click, and the dildo jerked and moved farther in. When it was all the way in, it would push deeper. She’d barely been able to take it all the way without it hurting. As it moved into her, she waited for the pain of it pushing too deep, but instead, when the vibrating bump pressed hard on her clit, it sent a hot current through her. Her legs jerked against the restraints and her body arched. The leg restraints tightened, spreading her wider. When she’d arched her back and raised her chest, the cords that held her nipples took up the slack. When she tried to lower her back, her nipples were pulled so hard it hurt. She could keep it from hurting only by arching her back.
The dildo had pulled out and was plunging in again. She had to keep her body from twitching when the vibrator pressed against her clit or she’d find herself spread farther apart and her nipples pulled more painfully. When the bump pressed on her, it seemed to pause and vibrate unrelentingly. Just as she was about to pass the point where she could hold back, it started out. Her vagina clenched and tightened around the dildo. She’d concentrated so hard on not letting the vibrations make her squirm, that she hadn’t noticed any pain when it pressed into her.
It reach the apex of the outward movement. It clicked again, jerked, and started its inward thrust. This time the vibration would be stronger. The dildo felt bigger as her vagina throbbed. It was approaching the end of its thrust. This time she felt it press against the end of her vagina at the same time as the vibrations pressed on her clit. She clenched her teeth, keeping her body from responding as it wanted to. As the dildo released her and pulled back, she relaxed. The clips pulled her nipples hard when she forgot to hold the arch in her back.
Was the dildo speeding up? It seemed to pull out and return much faster. Yes, it drove into her faster. Hopefully, that would mean less time vibrating her clit, and it would be easier for her to hold back. It seem to race into her. It pressed her clit with intense pressure and filled her vagina before racing back out. These faster thrusts heated her insides. She no longer anticipated the press on her clit. But when the vibrations withdrew, she shifted her focus to the hot, stretching passage through her.