Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2014 17:52:47 -0500
From: sasha steele <sashadankasteele@gmail.com>
Subject: Manazon, a new transvestite story by Sasha Steele

    MANAZON (part one)

    by Sasha Steele

    Never mind the war was on, but the Nazis had infiltrated South America.
There was ample proof of that.  It was dangerous all right. Still Dr. Reese
had convinced the faculty to undertake this expedition. And they had
agreed, with certain concessions off course. Coral Reese didn't mind an
armed guard escort so long as she had control and they stayed out of her
way.

    If the Nazis didn't bother her and the armed guard under command of
that sneering macho maniac Bolt didn't bother her, where the funding for
the expedition came from certainly did. She welcomed the money alright but
didn't trust Earl Tider, the expedition's benefactor. Not in the least. To
make it worse Tider was coming along on the expedition 'to protect his
interest' and Coral suspected that muscle bound hulk Bolt would be taking
orders from him, not her.

    "Mercenary bastards," Coral fumed as she packed up her equipment.
"After the gold they are, no doubt about it." Coral had lost control of the
expedition before it even began.

    Still she couldn't turn away such an opportunity as this expedition.
After all Coral had championed the existence of the Manazons, an all male
society living in the deepest jungles of the Amazon basin, her whole career
and now the chance to prove her theories right.

    The Manazons worshiped the white heGoddess Nimphallus who resided in
the ancient Manazonian City of Mamancurra, the golden city. Nimphallus
brought the Manazon the gift of immortality. In return they showered their
heGoddess with gold and precious stones, catered to his every need, every
whim. They appeased his every desire and gave themselves willingly to him
in order that Nimphallus may at least temporarily pacify his insatiable
lust.

    "Here, let me give you a hand," Bolt said.

    "No thanks," Coral told him in a rather rude tone.

    The doctor of anthropology wouldn't be half bad looking, Bolt thought,
if she would lose the frumpy duds and those god awful glasses. Ya, and
maybe that fucking attitude too.

    "Suit yourself Doc," Bolt said and walked away.

    The expedition made its way up river to the Pand village where they
awaited a guide team that Tider had arranged for. Coral didn't like the
guide team at all, especially their leader who at first blush Coral took
for a native woman that Tider had the hots for. About five foot eight, slim
with dark skin, long curly black hair and wearing a long blue and white
flowered sarong the guide leader, Zeffertiti, was quite beautiful. But
later, as they all saw because the guide leader liked to parade around
stark naked, Zeffertiti was not a girl at all but a beautiful boy who had a
freakishly long black cock that hung down past his knees.

    Led by the naked Zeffertiti, the guide team headed inland followed by a
hoard of native equipment bearers.  Two days later the expedition proper
with its own guides, bearers and armed escort followed the trail the lead
team had prepared for them. Dr. Reese struggled along in front of Bolt. She
was out of shape from lack of exercise and she smoked. Bolt noted the Doc
had traded her frumpy dress for a pair of equally frumpy, baggy looking
khakis and a lose white blouse that didn't hide the fact she was flat
chested and had a thick waist.

    He thought of Zeffertiti. Viewed from the back the naked
long-dickedguide leader looked sexier than Dr.  Reese. Thought of Tider
fucking Zeffertiti's nice round buns every night and felt his cock
stir. Christ, the doctor was the only woman on an otherwise all male
expedition and Bolt was beginning to think she looked more like a man than
Zeffertiti with his two foot cock. Fuck, Bolt thought. I'm on a gay
expedition to find an all male society in the middle of the jungle. I'll be
lucky to make it back straight.

    The path cut through the jungle seamed to immediately close in behind
them as they went. And even with the trail cut for them the way had been
difficult. A week in and they were exhausted before finally making it to
the first check point at the edge of an immense swamp where a camp had been
set up for them. They would rest a few days and regroup before carrying on.

    Coral was glad for the rest, glad for a decent bath in one of the cool
water springs. Unlike the rest of them who just stripped naked and jumped
in, Coral was very self conscious about herself and bathed in seclusion.
She was diffident about her toiletries as well, and seemed embarrassed when
the men would just stop to pee whenever the need took them. She was
especially nonplussed when Zeffertitihad lifted his long cock and peed
right in front of her.

    Next day Bolt caught another glimpse of trouble that had dogged the
expedition from the start. Doctor Reese had just washed her clothes and
hung them along with a few of her panties and braziers on bush branches to
dry.  She was undressing to bath in the spring pool when Dalton, one of the
armed escorts, found her.

    "So this is where you hang out Doc," Dalton said. He held a pair of
Coral's white panties to his nose.

    Coral gasped, quickly covered her exposed brazier.

    "Don't stop on my account," Dalton mocked.

    "Get the fuck out of here!" Coral screamed as she redid her blouse.

    He started toward her.

    "Stay away from me!"

    Coral was beginning to panic. All Dalton did was laugh and grabbed her
by the arms. Coral struggled but he was too strong. She was in full panic
now, not knowing what to do, when she heard Bolt.

     "Let go of her," he said. His tone was low, cool, yet menacing.

     "Fuck off Bolt."

    "That's an order."

    "Dalton let go of Coral and turned to Bolt. "I work for Tider, not
you," he said.

    "Oh well in that case," Bolt said, "leave Doctor Reese alone or fucking
kill you."

    They stared each other done. Dalton must have read something in Bolt's
eyes.

    "This isn't over," Dalton said and left.

    "You okay Doc?" Bolt asked.

    Coral hadn't misjudged that Bolt was a brute. But she'd missed that
Bolt was also a decent man.

    "Yes, thanks to you."

    "You finish up your business. I'll make sure no one else bothers you,"
he said and left her alone.

    Coral half wondered if Bolt would be spying on her himself, then
dismissed the notion. She bathed quickly, dressed in frumpy clean clothes
and headed back to camp.
    Tider fucked Zeffertiti's sexy round ass for one day and a night before
they naked guide left to set a new trail around the swamp to the next check
point at the base of enormous cliff. Even from the distance at this side of
the swamp the cliff looked imposing, it's top lost in the clouds.

    "We have to climb that?' Coral asked incredulously. "It looks
impossible."

    "It's a volcanic valley surrounded by that ridge, Tider said. "There's
supposed to be some sort of passage way through the rock leading into it."

    The way once again was arduous, and far more dangerous than the last
with more serious 'accidents' along the way. Many more this time than there
had been on the first leg of the journey inland. At first it was just
equipment troubles, parts gone missing, that sort of thing. Then a sudden
mysterious illness claimed two of Doctor Reese's colleagues and Bolt
suspected they had been poisoned. Now people were just disappearing. So
Bolt had to figure his options.

    Bolt had three men loyal to him and four legitimate expedition members
left to protect. Tider had more men and control of the guides and
supplies. Bolt needed to do something and fast. Then suddenly it all went
to hell.

    "Bolt. Tider wants to see you," Dalton said. "Right now." He lowered
his gun training it on Bolt, then gave the barrel a slight flick to the
side. "Move it."

    Bolt did move, and fast. He grabbed hold of the riffle and dropped
Dalton with a right hook. Bolt quickly turned the riffle and trained it on
Dalton. That's when he heard the shots ring out, lots of them, and Dalton
started to laugh.

    "How it's just you. And Doctor Reese of course," Dalton said. Then
shouted, "Bob you there?"

    "Here boss."

    "Got the doc?"

    "Got her boss."

    "Want to help her, give me the gun."

    Bolt handed over the riffle. Walked out of the tent. Dalton followed
him out. Doctor Reese was on her knees with her hands behind her head. A
gun pointed at her. She was sobbing uncontrollably. Then Bolt was struck
violently from behind across the back of his head and he fell to the
ground.

    End of part one