Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2013 19:35:52 -0500
From: Sasha steele <sashadanka@gmail.com>
Subject: Amantra Faux (part seven)

   Amantra Faux, Transvestite Tomb Raider (Part Seven) by Sasha Steele

   Twenty thousand years ago, in the time of the great war between the
heGoddesses, two of the remaining three, combined their powers to eradicate
the third who was Heshemantran, and whose power they feared more than any
other. For it was said that Heshemantran had control over men and
heGoddesses alike. Heshemantran's power was so great that anyone within his
sphere of influence lost a portion of his willpower in accordance with
proximity to the great heGoddess. And those who dared to look directly into
his hypnotic green eyes became permanently enslaved to his will.

   None were immune to Heshemantran's enchantment, except one, Paralax, who
was a Tranian demigod. Paralax, like the heGoddesses, was immortal. And he
was possessed of many gifts; such as that of prodigious strength, healing
powers and skill at arms. He was feared by those apposed Heshemantran
because Paralax loved the extraordinary heGoddess.

  As the great war raged the apposing heGoddesses managed to remain outside
Heshemantran's sphere of influence, eventually containing the Exalted One
within his palace. Then, with advanced weaponry, alchemy and mindless
mechanical foot soldiers who were immune to the heGoddesses entrancing,
they were finally able to breach the walls of the sanctuary.

 Paralax entered the throne room and bowed before his beloved heGoddess.
"Your Radiance, our enemies have breached the outer walls. All is lost."
Paralax approached the enormous heGoddess and placed his hand on one of
Heshemantran's incredibly massive arms. "The transference is ready my
beloved. You must leave now."

   "I'm afraid," Heshemantran said.

  Paralax, who himself was totally without fear, saw it in the heGoddess's
beautiful green eyes.  He knew of Heshemantran's venerability. Heshemantran
was an immortal heGoddess with many human failings. He was possessed of a
multitude of demons and many unappeasable wants; insatiable lust, a
ravenous appetite, his vanity and his gluttony knew no bounds. He was idle,
conceited, selfish, greedy. Due to his excesses and because his human side
was Femtranian, Heshemantran was burdened with such faults as extreme
obesity, femtran pattern baldness that grew in proportion to his weight
gain, and an enormous, yet highly sensitive penis and scrotum.  Yet for all
his faults, or perhaps because of them, Paralax loved Heshemantran with all
his heart.

   All of Heshemantran's physical wants and needs were ministered to by a
thousand heavily muscled transvestite attendants. They bathed him, dressed
and undressed him, fed him and attended to his toiletries. They assisted
his mobility as Heshemantran was incapable of walking more than just a few
paces on his own. They fussed over him, made him comfortable and rushed to
satisfy his every whim.

   Heshemantran sat on a great golden throne laden with precious stones.
His gargantuan thousand pound body measured four feet across at its
broadest part which was his hips as he sat with his colossal legs spread
apart. His immense stomach covered the top portion of his thighs to his
knees.  The heGoddess sat high on his throne because of his enormous ass
that, when standing, jutted outward two feet behind him. Heshemantran's
cavernous chest was so thick, his incredibly fat arms and shoulders so
massive, he couldn't reach across himself but merely place an impaired
swollen hand to a bulging sensitive nipple on the side nearest to each, or
touch a hand to his beautiful fat face. Otherwise his humongous arms simply
lay unavailing against his titanic torso. Compared to his gargantuan body,
Heshemantran's head appeared slightly disproportionate as it tilted
snobbishly upward due the tubular donut of fat that circled his neck.

   In order to cover his baldness the sides of Heshemantran's fine
platinum-white hair had been combed up and clasped on the crown of his head
with an ornate white pearled diadem. Above a horizontal part in the hair on
the back of his head, a portion of that hair was also combed up and secured
by the hair clasp so that none of his baldness back there showed.  What
hair had been left to hang free below the part in back and the long strands
of hair issuing from the hair clasp on top of his head were curled and
draped delicately over Heshemantran's gargantuan upper body.

   The heGoddess was dressed in an elegant silver-white gown. The long open
outer coat was festooned with vibrant stitching, embedded beads, pearls and
diamonds.  Below the puffed shoulder caps the upper arm portion of the
sleeves were tight to Heshemantran's massive arms then flared magnificently
with superb detailing. The brilliant silver-white under dress was
sleeveless with a tight fitted bodice. The back and front panels of the
long skirt were divided their full length. The split between them traveled
from the sides of the heGoddess's massive belly at his hips to his fat
feet.  It hung from Heshemantran's gut and draped on the floor between his
spread feet as he sat.

   Under his gown Heshemantran was wearing elaborately detailed ornate
white satin brassier and panties. The pantie's penal pouch containing his
monstrous eighteen inch cock was hidden behind the drape of his dress
skirt. His mammoth legs were exposed in the divide between the skirt
panels.  They were clad in glossy white stockings with fancy lace detailing
on their tops. On his bulky feet were ice-blue sandals with six inch heels.

   The heGoddess was adorned in an extreme array of white-gold jewelry with
many earrings, necklaces, bracelets and facial studs. He wore heavy make
up, his lipstick and eye shadow a silvery tint. His extremely long
fingernails were also painted a silver gloss.

   Afraid though he was, Heshemantran knew that he must save himself at all
costs. With the aid of hidden mechanical devices and his attendants the
Brobdingnagian thousand pound heGoddess rose from his throne. He was aided
to seat himself on a gold and diamond enclustered trundle stroller and was
wheeled into an anti chamber where the three part transference device had
been assembled.

   Heshemantran grasped the sleeve of Paralax's dress. The fatness of his
hands and fingers rendered his grip ineffectual. "Paralax, is there no
other way?" The heGoddess asked, his growing fear becoming even more
apparent.

   "Do not fear. All will be well my love," Paralax said. He leaned over
Heshemantran's bulk and kissed him.

   The heGoddess was raised from the trundle stroller in order that his
clothing and adornments could be removed. Only his regal flesh could enter
the transference chamber. The heGoddess stood there naked in all his
prodigious glory. His enormous body was awe inspiring, his radiant beauty
surpassed by none, his flawless skin as smooth as polished white
ivory. Paralax set the phallic obelisk into its place and from its tip
there originated a brilliant white light that projected onto the second and
then the third object. The light gathered in the center of the three
forming a circular brilliance.

   With great apprehension the morbidly obese heGoddess reached a trembling
tumid hand into the light. To his great relief it felt pleasant causing the
resplendent heGoddess to lose some of his reservation. Heshemantran took an
exacting step forward. The protrusion of his massive gut entered into the
light.He looked back to Paralax for reassurance. Another arduous step and
still another and the last of Heshemantran's huge derriere disappeared into
the light.

   Paralax escaped with the three parts. He disguised them in stone and hid
them in the secret temples of Heshemantran. When the task was complete
Paralax exacted his revenge on the heGoddesses and succeeded in destroying
them so that only Heshemantran remained. It is said that even with his
great healing powers Paralax eventually did succumb to his wounds.


_________________


   Professor Amantra Faux was just finishing the lecture when a secretary
entered to inform him that a visitor from the Bureau wished to speak with
him. Amantra was dressed in a very business-like brown skirt suite. The
short styled jacket buttoned snugly to his thick torso.  The skirt, though
not quite as short as the little school uniform skirts worn by his
students, was just long enough to cover his considerable backside and the
fancy embroidered tops of the beige nylon stockings he wore. But it failed
to completely cover the massive bulge of the penal pouch in his white
panties, the greater portion of it exposed to the front of his heavy
thighs.

   Amantra wore a white silk blouse tucked into the skirt, the top few
buttons open. He had on a white brassier to match his panties. The front
panel of the skirt hung straight down off his protruded belly creating a
bit of a gap between the skirt panel and his nylon clad upper thighs with
his pantie bulging genitals laid against them and showing below the
hemline. His long black hair was done in a stylish French braid. His brown
eyes were heavily made up. He wore brown tone lipstick and nail polish,
gold jewelry. Amantra had on brown leather pumps with six inch heels that
clicked on the marble floor as he walked to the office.

   Entering the office Amantra shook the agent's hand. The last time that
hand had touched Amantra it was milking his hard cock while the agent in
charge asked him questions in the interrogation room at Bureau
headquarters. Remembering it, Amantra felt a twinge in his cock.

   He let go the agent's hand and said, rather defensively, "I already told
you everything I know."

  "I'm not here to question you," the agent said. "We've traced the theft
to a Heshemantran cult who call themselves the Paralax. It's the cult's
belief that if they assemble all the parts they can bring their heGoddess
into the present. The Bureau can't allow all three parts to fall into their
hands. We have a lead on the location of the third. The Bureau requires
your assistance Professor Faux."

   "Why should I help the Bureau after the treatment I received?" Amantra
asked, though he knew why.  The Bureau payed well and Amantra loved field
work.

   "We'll double your usual fee."

   "Triple it."

   "You drive a hard bargain Professor Faux. Triple it then. When can you
start?"

   Amantra's huge legs were tubular in shape. That is, they angled downward
in a smooth line from his heavy hips to fat knees, to thick ankles in a
gentle tapper with no extreme contours. That's why they looked so dam sexy
in the black pantyhose his man servant had just helped him into. The opaque
black pantyhose were shear all the way up from his fat toes to the wide
sculpted lace waist band drawn up high onto his big hips and stomach.The
rear seam pulled deep into Amantra's ass crack and the hose back there
tucked into the double crescent cleavage at the bottom of his huge buns. A
joined cock pouch allowed Amantra's huge balls and cock to hang freely down
in front against the nylon hose material covering his heavy upper thighs.

   Standing in front of the mirror Amantra ran his hands from his backside,
over his hips and onto his upper thighs. He loved the feel of their silky
smoothness against his soft skin. His hand traced over and under his fat
gut onto the bulge of his fleshy pubis mound, then down onto his huge cock.
Wearing only pantyhose with no panties the opaque black nylon just obscured
the details of the contents contained inside the hosiery's cock pouch, not
completely hiding it and the stretchy hose material closely followed the
outline of Amantra's huge balls and cock. Amantra thought that to be very
sensual. He thought too, that peeing in his pantyhose would be even more
so. And Amantra had been suppressing his urge to pee for just that reason.

   The only other component to Amantra's underwear was a black
scalloped-lace brassier that fit perfectly to his thick chest. He wore
black patent platform pumps with six inch heels. His hair was drawn back
into along braid that hung down his thick back. He wore heavy dark makeup
and black gem stone earrings. His lips and nails were a dark maroon.

   Evenings can get cool in the desert so Amantra wore a tube dress with
thin vertical black and grey stripes. The short dress had a straight neck
and long sleeves just past the elbow. It fit snug to Amantra's heavy arms,
shoulders and chest, tighter over his gut and ass.  In back the short dress
adequately covered Amantra's big bum. However the front skirt panel of the
dress left most of his cock exposed.

   The guide Amantra hired put him onto a local con man who could set him
up with the equipment he required. That meeting wasn't for a while yet so
Amantra killed time sitting at the bar in the hotel.  After a couple of
drinks his urge to pee had escalated. While sitting there a strong squirt
of urine accidentally discharged into Amantra's pantyhose. He had to clutch
his cock to stop it. The erotic feeling aroused him. Amantra was starting
to get a hard on. 'Oh shit', he said to himself.

   He left the hotel area to a less busy location. By the time he found a
convenient spot where he could relieve himself several more squirts had
escaped into his pantyhose.  He had to hold on tight to himself so as not
to pee in the street as he walked. Amantra had no sooner spread his legs
and released his hold when a strong stream of pee gushed from the semi
erection in his pantyhose.  Amantra's piss surged through the nylon
material covering the tip of is cock and splashed on the ground in front of
him. Amantra breathed a long sigh of relief as he peed and when he was done
he had a hard on.

   "Shit," Amantra swore as he tried to press his hard cock down onto his
thighs. He had to leave for the meeting and hoped it would decline as he
walked.

   The click of his heels on the side walk announced Amantra's arrival at
the cafe'.The Bureau had no contacts here so Amantra had to rely on
unknowns. He didn't like it but had no choice. The man he was to meet was
late. When he finally arrived Amantra was enjoying sweetened tea and cakes.
There was a language barrier but Amantra finally got that he was to follow
him. They walked the twisting back streets and Amantra realized he was
lost. The man turned a corner and disappeared.  Amantra was alone.

   A car pulled up and two thugs got out. "In the car," one of them ordered
in a thick accent.

   Amantra protested. For that Amantra was punched hard in his gut. He sank
to his knees and stayed there with one hand to his belly the other on the
ground to stop himself from toppling over, his head down, the long braid
dangling onto the ground.

   After a moment to gather himself Amantra looked up and said, "alright,
I'll get in the fucking car,"

   "The fat American has no fight," one of them said. They both
laughed. The one who had punched Amantra in the gut grabbed his long braid
and hauled him up. They forced him into the car and drove him out into the
desert. Amantra was taken into a large tent near a dig sight. He'd been
forced to take his dress off. His hands were bond behind his back, the rope
looped around the sturdy center pole.

   Amantra was alone in the tent wearing nothing but his shoes, pantyhose
and brassier. The tent pole pressed between his massive butt cheeks. He
tried to free himself but couldn't. He was still trying when two other men
dressed in long Arab robes entered.

   "So Professor Faux, your snooping has brought you all the way here," the
leader said, speaking in perfect English. "We have to make sure you snoop
no further."

   "Get rid of him," he said to the other man in the tent, then left.

  The other man was garbed in a long white Arabian robe, all but his eyes
covered. He removed his veil and Amantra saw he was fair looking. Amantra
noticed, as the man approach him, there was a tenting in the front panel of
his skirts. He pressed his hardness against Amantra. Took hold of Amantra's
long braid and pulled him downward. Amantra slid down to pole to onto his
knees. The Arab drew his skirt to the side, trapped it there, revealing his
long hard black cock. He wound Amantra's braid around the pole then yanked
on it forcing Amantra's head back. Amantra opened his mouth to cry out and
when he did the Arab shoved his black cock down Amantra's throat.

   He held Amantra trapped by his hair as he fucked him in the mouth.The
gyration of his hips moved in tempo with his increasing breath rate. He was
going to cum in Amantra's mouth. As though it had a mind of its own
Amantra's cock reacted and soon he had massive hard on.  The Arab fucked
Amantra's mouth vigorously to bring himself to climax. He grabbed Amantra
around the back of the head shoving his cock in as far as it would go.

   He came in a hot torrent down Amantra's throat. Eased his hold and let
his hard cock slide into Amantra's mouth proper. Amantra's tongue went to
work. He licked the shaft and cock head. The Arab tilted his head back and
sighed with pleasure. Then he stepped back and retrieved his gun. He raised
it toward Amantra, hesitated, then suddenly dropped to the floor in a
heap. The guide that Amantra hired had hit him hard with a rock.

    "Quickly, untie me," Amantra said, distress evident in his voice and on
his face. "Oh fuck, hurry."

  The guide cut him loose and helped Amantra to his feet. As soon as his
hands were freed Amantra had taken hold of his throbbing hard on an begun
to masturbate himself through his pantyhose even as the guide helped him
up. His hand moved swiftly along its shaft. He was going to cum. He spread
his big legs, holding on to the tent pole with one hand while he work his
cock with the other.

   Amantra closed his eyes, tilted his head back, opened his mouth. "Ahhh.
Ahhh. Ahhh."

   He was so close. "Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh."  And then he came.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

   When Amantra came his load shot threw his pantyhose onto the Arab laying
on the floor of the tent.  He pumped out a good mass of semen, then milked
his cock dry. Amantra was out of breath, almost faint.  When he recovered
the guide brought him a black Arabian robe. Amantra put it on, covered his
face.  Only his beautiful brown eyes were visible. The dig site, the last
temple of Heshemantran, was partly excavated and crawling with Paralax men.

   "I have to get in there," Amantra said.

   "There is another way Manstress," the guide told him.

   They sneaked past the guards. Took an evasive route into the desert.
What seemed to Amantra to be a long way from the temple, they found an
obscure cave. They entered and traversed a long stone corridor leading back
to the temple. When Amantra entered the temple he was alone. His guide
refused to go in. There, before Heshemantran's shrine, was a pyramid shaped
crystal on a golden four foot high stand. Amantra took the crystal from the
stand and backed away from the shrine.

   "I'll take that," Phallus Dickman said.

   "You!" Amantra said, astonished.

   Once again Phallus had dogged Amantra's trail and arrived to take his
prize. Amantra was tired of having his efforts thwarted by his
nemesis. Then Amantra saw who he was with and thought that this time
Phallus was in over his head. Again a Paralax man had a gun trained on
Amantra. Phallus relieved Amantra of the crystal and returned to his
cronies. Amantra had momentarily thought of running into the tunnel
directly behind him. But with his bulk and a subtle shake of the head from
Phallus, he decided against it.

   "The boat is ready?" The Paralax leader asked Phallus.

   "Dock seven, two hours," Phallus told him.

   The leader turned to the Arab who had mouth fucked Amantra in the
tent. "Make sure you kill him this time," he said.

  The Arab raised his gun. Just then rocks fell directly behind him.
Startled he turned toward the rock fall and Amantra ran into the tunnel.

   "Get him!"

   Bullets whizzed by Amantra's head. Inside the tunnel he quickly turned,
then turned again into a dead end. The gunman found him. Took aim. Then,
just as he had in the tent, dropped to the floor. Apparently Amantra's
guide was handy with rocks.

   "This way Manstress," the guide said.

   They skirted the dig site as Paralax men scrambled to organize a search.
Amantra followed the guide to where he had stashed his jeep.

   "I need to get to a phone," Amantra said.

   Amantra put in a call to the Bureau. "We'll take from here," they told
him, and for him to return to the hotel. But Amantra couldn't keep away. At
the hotel he discarded his Arab garb and put on a blue color mini dress
that looked like a long blouse with pocket flaps and little straps that
button over rolled sleeves. The long blouse buttoned down the front, fitted
snug to Amantra's gut over which he wore a black belt. The shirt tails
formed a short skirt. The rear flap rode over his big ass almost fully
covering it. The front showed as much cock as his dress had.

   Amantra borrowed a car and drove to dock seven. By the time he got there
the operation was finished. The crystal had been recovered. Paralax men had
either been dispatched or had fled and Phallus Dickman was in
custody. Amantra spoke to the agent in charge. "I needed help, so I
recruited Phallus to assist me," Amantra lied.

   The Bureau reluctantly freed Phallus Dickman as Amantra returned to the
borrowed car he'd left in the parking lot. He had just opened the door to
climb in when Phallus came up behind him.  Phallus was wearing the same
white blouse, short khaki skirt and brown high heel field boots he had on
in the temple. He was wearing a white bra and panties. His blond hair was
in a short pony tail.

   "Why did you lie for me?" Phallus asked.

   Amantra turned to him, looked into his deep blue eyes. "You know why,"
he said.

   They flew into each other's embrace, kissed passionately. Breathing
laboured with their arousal.  Their erections were simultaneous. They
ground their hardness into one another as they kissed.  Phallus reached
down and took hold of the monstrous hard on in Amantra's pantyhose. Amantra
reacted with a long ssssssssssssssss as he sucked air through his clenched
teeth.

   "We're in a parking lot," Amantra said, though not wanting to stop.

  "Who cares," Phallus said, kissing him again.

   Amantra broke off the kiss then slowly turned around offering his big
fat ass to Phallus. Phallus's hard cock stretched his pantie pouch straight
out beyond the hem of his short skirt. Amantra leaned onto the car and
Phallus began to fuck him through his pantyhose.

   It was an intense fuck, driven by passion. Amantra had a hold of the
massive hard on in its nylon cock pouch and was vigorously masturbating
himself while Phallus fucked Amantra's ass through his pantyhose. Then, for
the second time that night, Amantra shot a load of cum through his
pantyhose.  At nearly the same moment Phallus came in his panties soaking
them and the seat of Amantra's pantyhose along the seam that was buried
deep in his ass crack.

    Amantra turned around to him. Both of them were out of breath. They
kissed one last time.

   "Till we meet again then," Phallus said.

   "Till we meet again," Amantra repeated.

   Phallus turned and walked away. Amantra climbed in his borrowed car and
drove off.

   And so, for the time being at least, we leave our beautiful, though
corpulent transvestite tomb raider to his hapless adventures.

   THE END