Rubberwerks

By Lyka Bloom

A group of young American tourists discovers an abandoned building in the Mexican jungle. Within, they discover a threat that promises intense pleasure at the sacrifice of their minds and bodies. Filled with rubbery transformations and erotic horror!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Jan 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310276552

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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RUBBERWERKS

by Lyka Bloom

RUBBERWERKS

First Edition. January 17, 2014 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2014 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

www.LykaBloom.com

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Christine was in the lead, which was a surprise to no one. Clay, wiping sweat from the back of his neck with a bandanna he'd purchased in the nearby village in southern Chiapas, watched his girlfriend duck under the foliage on the seldom-used trail. Her blonde hair had been pulled back into a ponytail that was beginning to stick to her neck from the day's heat, a dark patch spreading between the shoulders of the yellow tank top she'd fished from her bag this morning. Her legs were long and tan, mostly visible thanks to the brevity of the khaki shorts she wore. It was perhaps not the most efficient hiking gear he could imagine, but it was an ode to Christine's athletic body.

Clay looked behind him, smiling to himself as Nareen and Stephen argued quietly with one another. Nareen, far out of Stephen's league with her exotic Indian features and wealthy background, was ticking off her points finger-by-finger in what was sure to be an all-day battle, if the history of the trip so far were any judge.

You coming? he called behind him.

Stephen, dark-haired and pale, a handful of pounds overweight thanks to his desk job, waved back at Clay to go on. His eyes, when he met Clay's, begged for support. He had worn jeans for the hike, and the way the pits of his shirt were drenched, he imagined Stephen must be miserable, nagging girlfriend or no.

Stephen's too busy checking the map every five minutes for us to keep up, Nareen said, looking at Stephen as she spoke. As if in karmic response, a branch Stephen pushed back from the trail snapped back and swatted Nareen's cheek, leaving an angry red line across her face.

Stephen! she called out, cupping the wound on her cheek.

Sorry, sorry, he mumbled, pushing forward and up the trail, trading one scene of thickly overgrown vegetation for another.

Everybody with us? Christine asked, perched atop a rock, taking a long pull from the water bottle hooked onto the backpack she wore.

Just waiting for the last two, Clay said and dropped her a wink. Christine responded by sticking her tongue out, a childish gesture that nonetheless made him laugh.

We're here! Maggie called, the pixie-like neon red bob appearing through the leaves before the rest of her. Maggie had been the last to agree to go on the trip, for no other reason than a Maggie at rest tended to remain at rest. When Justine had announced she would go to Mexico with the group, regardless of Maggie's decision, Maggie had relented. She swatted a bug, smacking her calf hard. Her skin was very fair, but had started to take on a lobster-like hue that was going to hurt at some point. A tattoo of a snake's tail disappeared up her denim cut-offs, and Clay wondered where that snake rested its head. Thin and tall, Clay had always found Maggie attractive, and had even registered disappointment when she had announced her preference for women, though, after meeting her partner Justine, he understood.

Just keep moving, Mags, Justine said from behind Maggie, playfully swatting her ass.

We could have done a resort. I'm just saying, Maggie replied, but the smile on her face told the real story. She was in love with Justine, with her long brown hair, her penchant for girl-next-door fashion, chubby cheeks and a flat tone to her voice that always sounded bemused. It didn't hurt that Justine had a body hidden beneath her sweaters and skirts that rivaled Christine's ample curves. For the day's activities, Justine had found a tank top and biking shorts that hid nothing, a reminder that she was the most voluptuous of the group.

How much farther? Stephen asked, finally cresting the swell of earth where Clay stood.

About half a mile, according to the map, Christine said, refolding a laminated map she'd been consulting since they started out early in the morning. We should be there before long. We'll want to find a place to camp, too. I don't think we're getting out of here before dark.

Oh, great, Nareen whispered to Stephen, loud enough for Clay to hear. Another night in some cave. This is so relaxing. Way better than going to Cancun.

Clay watched them go past, then shared a grin with Maggie and Justine who were rolling their eyes and making a show of choking themselves, respectively, as they walked past.

All here, babe, Clay called up to Christine, who tucked her water bottle away and pointed around a bend of the trail only she could see.

You can almost see it from here, you guys, she said, and the excitement in her voice was palpable.

It had been Christine's idea, a trip into the Mexican wilds to camp at the foot of a pyramid, as well as to drink copious amounts of the local tequila. In the inhalation of life that followed college and preceded gainful employment, Christine wanted one last time to be irresponsible and Clay could refuse her nothing. Not only was Christine Dawes the single most beautiful girl he had ever seen, she was also kind and loving, a combination he had seen precious little of.

Clay followed behind Maggie and Justine, happy to let Christine forge ahead and fulfill her vision of being the daring explorer while he made sure their generally ill-prepared friends didn't wander into the jungle.

He was watching the trail wind beneath his feet when he ran squarely into Justine's back, nearly toppling her and giving Maggie a