Hmmmm ... I say, old fellow. This could mean the natives are getting restless, what? Isn’t that the Governor’s wife they crucified?
She's actually a native queen
Here's a new one inspired by the weird "monoliths" we have seen recently:
The shining obelisk glinted in the dry heat. Bob had spotted it from the air on his way to deliver a couple of colleagues to a worksite about 50 miles away, and they thought it was worth stopping and having a closer look. Might have been salvage, might have been someone in trouble.
Bob's niece Rachel was along for the ride that day, she couldn't believe her luck in being part of the adventure, like something in a movie. She was eager to see what it was, they all were, but as they got closer the mysterious object dominated their vision, it's strange dead canyon eerily quiet. There were some kind of markings on the rocks nearby, native carvings? No, they didn't look like anything Bob had ever seen before. As he looked from the writing to the object, words began to form in his head.
Here . . . . . the female . . . . . here.
He shook his head but the words were still there. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Rachel approaching near to the object, her face strangely blank.
Leave . . . . . the female . . . . . here
She began to remove her outer layer of clothing.
"Rach, what are you doing?"
"Hot, so hot, but it is cool . . . . yes . . . . I need to cool down, I need to be near it"
Help . . . . . the female . . . . . help . . . . . nearer
Rachel was naked now, but somehow Bob felt that it was perfectly normal, he was filled with the sense that this was right, this was meant to happen. He and his buddies approached as Rachel got right up to the smooth side of the thing. As if sensing her, a section of the side slid forward, over her head. The nude woman turned, her back against the cool metal, and raised her hands straight up above her. At the same time the other two men moved in, each taking firm hold of one thigh, and raised her up so her hands disappeared into the gap behind the panel. They felt something take hold of her, take her weight from them, and they stepped back.
Without shame the young woman spread her legs, flexed her knees and brought her toes together. The smooth surface behind her extruded two equally smooth cables which encircled her ankles and held them fast.
Bob looked with satisfaction at his niece, crucified against the obelisk, smooth and featureless except for the naked girl and the fixings which held her in place. It was . . . . . good, it was right. None of the men seemed struck by how weird, or indeed erotic, the scene before them was. They had a job to do, and they had done it.
Rachel also looked satisfied, not seeming aware of the sweat that was running freely down her bare skin, or the hot breeze on her exposed pussy.
"Go", she told them. "They will be here for me soon. Go!"
The three men turned slowly and began their walk back to the aircraft. It would be hours before they would ask themselves what happened in that place, and wondered how they would explain why they left Rachel there, or what had happened to her.
Bob returned to the site early the next day when his head had cleared. There was no sign of the object, or of his niece.