Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull: A World of One Mind Part 1 (MF,oral,F-dom,magic,mc,snuff)
by SpaceSamurai

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Indiana Jones shook his head in contempt and disgust. Looking down he saw that he'd been strapped to a large metal chair, completely at the mercy of his captors.

'How could I have been so stupid?' he thought. 'After everything I did, I still managed to get us caught.'

That reminded him of the boy, Mutt. Where was he, what were they doing to him? And Professor Oxley, the man they'd come to rescue, his mind now shattered by some evil force at the hands of these red monsters.

'Well,' he thought, 'Indiana Jones is not going down that easily.'

As he held firmly to these thoughts, Dr. Irina Spalko, the Russian scientist rumored to have telepathic abilities, entered the tent. What a crock, Indy had thought when she first claimed to read the minds of others. But after seeing what she could do...well, if nothing else, she was a good showman. As she walked into the tent, Jones noticed her newest patsy stumbling behind her.

"Mac," Jones grumbled with contempt, "how could you? After all we've been through, you've switched sides now?"

The bloated Mac shrugged his shoulders, but Indy could see a stab of guilt in his eyes. "The money was too good, Jonesy. What can I say?"

Spalko silenced them as she wheeled a cart over in front of Jones. There was something on top of it, something large, but it was covered by a sheet, so it was impossible to tell what it was. A tool chest perhaps?

"I'm trained to resist torture," he spat.

Spalko smiled in a way that sent shivers down his spine. "No, Dr. Jones. Torture would be, how you say...unnecessary."

Something about the way she spoke, that glint in her eye made Indy...well, he had to be honest, it terrified him. Spalko's fingers danced at the edges of the sheet that hid the mystery item.

"You've heard of the crystal skulls, I presume?"

Jones' eyes locked with hers. Was she bluffing? But he could see the truth; she had the skull, alright. They must have taken it from Oxley. He hoped they could get it back before it was too late. But what was the point of the theatrics?

"Yes, Dr. Jones, we have the skull that your Professor stole, and we intend to keep it. To use it."

"Use it?" Jones barked. "How?"

With an evil grin and with a graceful flourish, she pulled the sheet away. It only took a second, but instantly upon seeing the skull, this perfect, glittering artifact, Jones felt something powerful push against his mind. A shot of pain and...knowledge? His brain could hardly handle the shock, and he was forced to avert his eyes.

Spalko watched his reaction in rapt fascination. "Yes," she whispered, "you see now. These skulls are hardly ordinary artifacts. They are not mere relics. They have a power so immense that we cannot begin to fully understand it. The people to whom these skulls belonged were beings so great that all the knowledge of the universe was entirely at their disposal. They transformed the world. And now their power is ours."

Jones could hardly catch his breath from the rush of energy that had entered him. "That's...insane," he muttered between gasps of air. "No one...can harness...that kind of power."

She cocked one eyebrow. "Have you not noticed its power Dr. Jones? It's obviously affecting you. Even I can see that. 'No one can harness that power?' Then how is it that my mind is left totally intact while a mind like your Professor's is shattered? How am I standing here while you can barely breathe? Face it, Dr. Jones, we've won. There's no stopping us now. Imagine. To peer across the world and know the enemy's secrets. To place our thoughts into the minds of your leaders; have your teachers teach the true version of history; your soldiers attack on our command. We will be everywhere at once, more powerful than a whisper, invading your dreams, thinking your thoughts for you while you sleep. We will change you, Dr. Jones, all of you, from the inside. We will turn you, into us. And the best part? You won't even know it's happening."

She stood behind his chair and put her hands on the sides of his head.

"Surely you're not afraid, Dr. Jones? You've spent your whole life searching for answers. Think of the truth behind those eyes."

Suddenly, she twisted his head and forced him to look forward. He tried to fight, twisted this way and that, but her grip was stronger than he could have expected. Worse, he'd been so caught off guard, he had no time to close his eyes, and now his gaze was caught by the stare of the skull. The depths of its eye sockets bore into him. He felt his mind being pulled and torn, pieces of himself being washed in a new light. And he couldn't stop it, no matter how hard he tried.

"Yes," she whispered into his ear, "now you see. Your Professor lost his mind staring into the skull, but your mind is stronger, more focused. You will be a perfect servant to our cause. You will serve our new world order in any way we see fit. You will not be able to say no. You will not want to say no. You belong to us now, Dr. Jones. You are our slave."

Every fiber of his will struggled against this invasion of his thoughts, but Indy was no match for the power of the skull. Every thought he'd ever had became scrambled, thrown about like billions of tiny puzzle pieces scattered, never to be put back together again. But the words, what Spalko whispered into his ear, those were coherent, those made sense, those became his thoughts, and he clung to them naturally, as if they were all he had. He understood everything now. He could not fight. He lost all control. But they, they were there to pick up the pieces of his being. Spalko and the rest. The Russians. The Soviets. They were his masters now.

She played with the sides of his face. "Say it!" she ordered.

"I belong to you now. I am your slave."

Spalko rushed to the cart and threw the sheet back over it, covering the skull. Indiana Jones' mental invasion was over, but the damage was done. He stared blankly into space, awaiting orders.

"Dr Jones.," Spalko asked coyly, "what will you do if I command you?"

He did not look up, but simply muttered, "Anything."

Unclasping his restraints, Spalko helped Jones to stand. He saw Mac again, but something was different; he had tears in his eyes. He looked utterly shaken by what he'd seen.

He was muttering, "I can't do it, I can't do it..."

Jones just stared, uncaring.

Suddenly, Spalko thrust a pistol into her thrall's hand.

"Kill him," she commanded.

Without wasting a moment, he raised his pistol and fired.

"Jonesy," was the last thing Mac said before a bullet pierced his brain and he was gone for good.

Spalko could hardly contain her glee. Jones had never seen a Russian woman so happy. But in the small part of him that still felt, and it was indeed very small, he actually felt pride at having accomplished the mission laid out for him by his mistress.

Spalko suddenly rubbed her hands over his chest. "Dr. Jones, I'm going to let you in on a secret, and you mustn't tell anyone, even if they command it. Understand?"


"Please, refer to me as Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Wonderful, my slave. But you see, Jones, I have not been with a man in quite a long time. It's not for lack of wanting; far from it. I never had a lover in school. Even in the grand Soviet Union, we face similar issues of sexuality and discrimination. I was always too smart, too independent. My secret bisexual tendencies were never found out, but the shame of them made me fear any sexual interaction. Since joining our glorious military, I have found men to satisfy my needs, but this mission has been harsh and busy, and there's been no time for any play. Well, we're ahead of schedule tonight. Far ahead."

Her fingers traced a line down from his chest to his manhood, where her hand was free to roam.

"We have an hour totally to ourselves. Dr. Jones, my slave?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked before, as though I am the love of your life and you have no concern but for my pleasure."

"Yes, Mistress," he breathed, leaning down and kissing her roughly, one hand playing with her breast through her uniform and the other guiding her back to the chair where he'd been imprisoned only a short while ago.

As they made their way to the chair, pieces of clothing were unbuttoned and peeled off one at a time. Spalko reached down and unzipped her slave's pants, letting his impressive erection peek through. She threw her clothes aside as she undressed, first her jacket, then her pants, then her shirt, until she was left with only her underwear, her small and sagging but still beautiful breasts breathing freely. She pulled back from her lover and stood proudly, and, as an afterthought, picked up the belt that held her scabbard and her beloved rapier and wrapped it around her waist.

Indy stripped the last of his clothes away, leaving him completely nude, his muscular chest and arms, his throbbing manhood, all on display for her appraisal. She grinned at him wickedly. "Slave," she commanded, "your only thought is of my pleasure. So get on your knees and pleasure me!"

Roughly, she shoved him down, his knees landing unceremoniously in the dirt. He slowly slid her panties down her legs and she stepped out of them. Then, with surprising skill, he began to lick up and down her thighs, his breathing wafting over the moisture left by his tongue and making her squirm. He buried his nose in her unkempt pubic hair and kissed her pussy, one hand toying with her entrance while the other spread her lips apart. Leaning forward, he traced lines around the edge of her opening, teasing her. Finally, she could take no more and grabbed his head, forcing him into her with his mouth. The sensation was extraordinary; no man had ever eaten her out before, but now Spalko could hardly wait to use Jones for that purpose again and again.

Indy's tongue was very well-versed in pussy-licking, and it took all Spalko could muster not to scream loud enough for the whole camp to hear. As it was her moans were quickening with her breath, and she felt herself building up to that sweet release she'd been longing for. The intense pulses of pleasure rippled up from her toes to her skull, waves of immense joy carrying her to that place where all thoughts stopped, where all that mattered was the ecstasy of orgasm. With a barely muffled shriek, she came, squeezing her thighs on the enslaved doctor's face and almost falling backwards.

She patted the head of her slave, still pleasuring her sweetly, still bound to her orders. Pulling him up by his hair, she stopped him and made him stand before her. His arousal was obvious, lewdly protruding as it was.

"Slave," she purred, composing herself, "sit down in the chair and fuck me for all you're worth."

As Jones slid over to the chair that only minutes before had held him captive, Spalko glanced down at the mess that was their clothing. And suddenly, an idea popped into her head that made her giggle with girlish glee. She picked something up and danced sexily to where the doctor was sitting in wait of his mistress. Roughly, she straddled him, her legs barely reaching the ground from their perch atop her slave. And just before she allowed him entrance into her dripping love tunnel, she placed Indiana Jones' hat on his emotionless head.

"There," she chuckled. "You know, Dr. Jones, I have another secret. You see, I've always admired your work. One of the reasons I captured you for this mission was how jealous I was that your great discoveries were not in my-I mean, our hands. Those American pigs never truly grasped what a treasure they had in you, in your research. In Russia, you would have been a hero, famous to every man, woman, and child. And you still can, Dr. Jones. Now that you have can be the hero you've always deserved to be. And behind your fame and glory, not to mention the money you'll receive, I will pull all the strings! I will be in complete control of one of the finest scientists ever to grace the USSR! I will be in the good graces of the government for the rest of my life, and no seat of power will be off limits!"

With a wicked cackle, she looked into his eyes, her lust burning through him.

"But of course, first thing is first. I need you to fuck me now, Dr. Jones. Fuck me better than any man ever has!"

With that, she forced his cock into her glittering pussy, a moan escaping her lips as his sizable member split her open. Having just come, her hole was tight, and she held the doctor inside her with all the authority she truly had over the once strong-willed scientist. She couldn't believe how good it felt, not just the sex, but the power, the knowledge that she was in utter dominance of this man and he could do nothing to stop her. Nor did he want to, it seemed, as he was grunting with effort as he thrust in and out of her. She rode him with abandon, the feeling of his engorged head pushing against her walls almost too much for her to contain. Her moans and sighs were only muffled when she leaned forward and sunk her teeth gently into his flesh like she was clinging for dear life.

"Ugh!" she screamed, no longer caring what the rest of the camp heard but concerned only with the feeling. She grabbed his face and stared into his eyes as they ground together.

"You-ah-you feel amazing inside-oh-of me, Dr.-mmmm-Dr. Jones! I don't care-uhn!-I don't care what Mother Russia wants, I-*gasp*-I want you to myself! From now on, you answer to me, understand? I am your supreme authority, always!"

"Yes, Mistress," he grunted between thrusts.

Hearing him speak so obediently struck a nerve in her mind, and suddenly Spalko was shaking all over. "Oh god," she screamed, "I'm coming! I'm COMING!!!"

As her body spasmed from the glory of her explosive orgasm, she felt her womb flooded by the juices of her lover, Dr. Jones letting go of all he had and painting her insides white. Their dual release lasted for several seconds, after which Spalko, panting and sweating from her treatment, clung to him lovingly.

"That was very good, Dr. Jones," she said, "and I can't wait for more. But first, how would you like to help me enslave some of your comrades?"

"Yes, Mistress," was his only reply.

-End of Part One-


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