The Centaur Expedition

THE CENTAUR EXPEDITION

by

rodeotexas

November 2011



While handsome in every respect of physique and striking in appearance – they were not very bright, although in contradiction, they were skilled artisans in stone working and also in creating exceptionally detailed glazed story tiles and murals. Not having much intelligence beyond a nine-year old human child gave them signal minded focus upon the immediate task on hand, allowing creation of incredible works of art in stone, tiles and murals.


Centaurs also were very aggressive and early cultures used them extensively in wars not only due to their ferocity and size but also because they had the curious ability to exude chemical pheromones when they were excited, afraid or sexually aroused, one of which incited insensible and uncontrollable rage in humans.


Fastidiously clean and vain in their appearance, their skills in body art tattooing excelled and all centaurs had extensive body art with violent themes of pillage and rapine.


Centaurs also were very lustful creatures with a proclivity for chasing and raping human females. Their extensive body art was almost entirely the theme of this. In pursuit, some biological and chemical mechanism was triggered inside their minds and they became single minded in the pursuit, capture and sexual pleasure.

More than one centaur in pursuit and the woman or women caught would be unmerciful raped repeatedly while she went into a physical and emotional rage as they violently fought against the rapine beast(s) until she/they collapsed in exhaustion from her furious physical actions or fucked to insensible exhaustion.

The mindless rage was not the only effect upon humans but another exuded air borne pheromones and liquid secretions had a simultaneous effect upon females – it was an addictive pheromone and secretions that flooded the blood stream of their victims, saturating the brain with chemicals that overwhelmed the system, causing a woman’s sexual hormonal production to go instantly into overdrive, producing uncontrolled desire and pleasure – in effect causing a woman to continuously viciously fight against her rapist during forced coitus while experiencing overwhelming and uncontrollable lustful carnal frenzied desires to fuck that drove every other thought from her mind except mindless rage and the overwhelming unending desire to be fucked like they never have been and may never will again experience…


Indeed this was the way Centaurs procreated, however their sperm motility was low despite the massive amount of seminal fluid that would be ejaculated into their victim – a full quart. Perhaps it was mistaken evolution that made up in quantity what they did not have in sperm motility. Even so, a woman would have to experience centaur fucking several times before a small chance of impregnation would occur.


During centuries of warfare they were turned loose upon captured villages and towns to temporarily satiate their lust for human females so they would leave the women of their allies alone.


Even so, the allies had to take precautions to safeguard their own women from the centaurs as the centaurs had no moral qualms snatching women of their allies for their pleasure when the opportunity arose. Being in proximity to a sexually aroused Centaur was enough to affect women by the air borne pheromones. Skin contact with the secretions almost instantaneously provoked uncontrollable desires. Their allies dared not stop them, fearful of the uncontrollable rage they themselves could succumb to… even despite the permanent psychological changes the recovered women captives exhibited for the remainder of their lives…


In one of the Scandinavian countries in a very remote mountainous and volcanic area of the country, the villagers in the area, despite having one of the mostly modern highly educated rates in the world, ancient held superstitions and beliefs still endured, fueled by long winter nights, isolation and centuries old tales told from generation to generation – the sacrifice of the few for the greater of the good.


As was told, these remote heavily forested forbidding mountains contained a well-hidden cavern where the last remaining centaurs were trapped, but the long lived centaurs and their race lived on due to the superstitious villagers that offered living sacrifices to the demons in cavern. Then, as the modern era took hold, the tales were told and passed around by the younger generations, embellishing the tales with lurid sexual details that did more to arouse than to instill caution and respect.


Several villages ringed this remote mountainous area, with village populations of a thousand to three thousand. Besides the common shared tales, they all had another thing in common – each had an ancient trail leading from each village with a common termination point at the base of a mist shrouded hanging valley, where a small waterfall poured from. Here one single rugged trail disappeared up into misty upper elevations.

Despite the remoteness and ruggedness of the area it drew the hardy tourists attracted by the incredible beauty of the mountains and the volcanic hot springs that abounded in the numerous deep valleys that created very small temperate zones in the immediate vicinity of the larger hot springs, even in the depths of winter.


The village elders kept close hold of the number of tourists that passed through their villages, closing shielding the actually identity and number that went up into the mountains and forests and the lesser numbers that returned, rationalizing that the occasional fate of strangers was better than the fate that for untold centuries awaited a select few of their most comely village women…


The small exploration research group came to this remote Scandinavian mountain region from the Central European University, an international university that was also part of a consortium of eight other universities for the Department of Gender Studies that focused on gender theories and practices. In other terms, it was women’s studies also known as feminist studies, an interdisciplinary academic field which explores politics, society, class, sexuality and history from a multicultural, intersectional women’s perspective.


The research group consisted of three professors and nine graduate and doctoral students whose ages ranged from mid 20’s to early 30’s for the professors. They were also all female. headed the group.


The research group was formed after the discovery of an incredibly illustrated ancient manuscript discovered in a castle library where it had been for centuries, incredible not only in its illustrations but what it explicitly detailed in stunningly pornographic detail. Only a very few similar manuscripts have been discovered across Europe. Of particular importance this one manuscript also seemed to link all the variations of one common mythological creature that was prevalent in one form or another in most of the ancient societies around the world – the Centaur, and this was the first one found to actually contain a map.


The map was examined by the Geographic Information Systems department and surprisingly came up with a crude match of an area. The Department of Gender Studies thought it would be worthwhile to mount a research expedition to see if this would lead to the source of the Centaur myth or discover additional information to help researchers divine the myth.


The research group visited several of the villages where they were practically stonewalled by the village elders in each village and had to listen to repeated dire warnings of unescorted adventurous tourists going up into rugged and wild mountains, being injured and some never heard from again. But at night, in the drinking taverns, they were regaled with fantastic and lurid Centaur stories by the younger generation.

The youth of the villages found all the members of the research group exceeding attractive, as more drinks were poured the more they strove to embellish the tales as all got pleasantly intoxicated, a welcoming contrast mixing with village people of their own ages in comparison with the dour village elders they had talked to during the day. The female researchers used their gender to its fullest advantage as they attempted to gleam every bit of information they could. As the night wore on the more lurid the sexual aspects of the tales grew. Oddly enough, it was the younger women villagers that enhanced the details the most…

Comparing notes they found all the stories and tales were similar to each other and one important common distinction was found – each village had an ancient, unused trail that led deep into the mountains where it terminated at the same common spot as the other trails from the villages. From this point a single trail lead onward.

After the last village, they closely examined their maps and discerned a way to intersect where they thought one of the trails may be. They drove several miles from the nearest village so as not to arise the ire of the village elders who had warned them not to waste their time on a silly myth, nor to let curious villagers learn they were still pursing leads. The village elders also warned them that even though it was late summer, it often got very cool to cold in the mountains with occasional snow flurries this high up in the latitudes. They drove as far as they could up an old logging trail. From here they had to hike for two days in the rugged beautiful terrain, camping out near hot springs both nights where they could relax in the heated pools.

They found an ancient unused trail and followed it further up in the mountains, they came upon two more trails and after triangulating on the maps, determined these three trails must have originated from different villages, further adding credence to the tales they had been told.

Several more miles they hiked coming upon a few more trails that they were also able to determine by the maps came from other villages. Then they reached a narrow valley, at the head of which lay a hanging valley. The trail appeared to lead to the hanging valley and they followed until they reached it. From here the trail ascended steeply up to the hanging valley.

Once they reached the top of the hanging valley, they saw it gently sloped upwards but the shifting mists from the numerous hot springs prevented them from seeing the extent of the valley. For about two miles they hiked through gently falling snow passing numerous hot springs which accounted for the perpetual mists, the valley gradually narrowing till it was only two hundred yards, then, it drastically narrowed till they found themselves at the beginning of a narrow dark cleft at the end of the valley wall. A towering plume of mist seemed to be emanating from within somewhere deeper in the cleft. For several hundred yards they followed a faint man-made trail thru the cleft as it got even steeper. The trail ended at a solid rock face and to the entrance of a small cave, the cave showed evidence of being previously worked. The entrance was dark and they could not see how far the cave went.

They pulled out flashlights and went inside, more evidence the cave had been worked was present and as they rounded a corner, saw a massive ancient iron door blocking the tunnel passage. The door hung from equally massive hinges and they approximated it must have weighed at least three tons. The iron door was secured with a crude and ancient but sophisticated locking mechanism which prevented the door from being opened from the other side. They also realized it was not a cave. It was too regular. It was a crudely carved tunnel.

Surprised, they discovered the locking mechanism was in good working order and were further surprised on how easily the massive door swung open and not rusted in place. Upon opening the door they were immediately staggered by a blast of heat and humidity. While it had been around 30 degrees Fahrenheit, it had risen to eighty degrees upon opening the door and entering the tunnel. They had to immediately strip off their coats and layered clothing. They found a small rock, one of the few loose rocks in the entire cave to block the door open. Once their clothing had been stowed they hefted their packs and continued on thru the tunnel.

Just as they got several dozen paces away from the door they heard a loud groaning noise then a high pitched metal shriek coming from the door. They turned around just in time to see the door slam shut, pulverizing the rock, and then heard the locking mechanism engage. Some hidden feature they failed to notice acted as a failsafe to close the door after a certain amount of time. Undaunted, they continued on, confident as all were expert climbers and they had brought plenty of climbing and rappelling equipment.

They noted the tunnel was carved from an existing channel, the floor grooved by once flowing water. The tunnel curved repeatedly but eventually they could see light at the end of the tunnel and hear something as well. As they got closer they could discern it was running water.

They stepped up the pace and as they rounded the final corner, they emerged into a vastly larger space, stopping in sheer amazement at the sight.

The cavern was huge, a massive space that the hanging valley concealed with its mists as an actual mesa, the walls sloping inwards to form almost a dome of rock overhead. But it was not complete; there were holes in the stone ceiling which sunlight poured thru and mist from the geothermal springs escaped. A lush green forested landscape lay before them; thick mosses grew on the ground and trees, an abundance of ferns. As they emerged onto the high ledge, they could see the source of all the water, a large steaming lake was in the corner of the cavern, hot springs lined one edge of the lake, with a stream issuing from a narrow cut of the lakes edge that ran through the center of the cavern, to a waterfall that dropped precipitously where the stream then disappeared into the chasm wall.

One of the students was using binoculars to scan the far edge of the cavern. Suddenly she let out a loud gasp and whispered softly ‘It’s true, it’s really true’ and then she shouted “This Is It! There’s a Centaur statute on the far slope!” Dr. Bar Refaeli took the proffered binoculars and looked in the direction and then she saw it – a partially obscured but still immensely large statue of a centaur.

Beyond the statue was a plateau, the top of a domed structure just visible on it. Closer examination revealed a switchback grass covered stone ramp from the lake’s edge that led several hundred feet in elevation to the summit.

They worked their way down the narrow trail from the tunnel’s ledge to where the land began gently sloping toward the water which lay about ¾ miles away. Short dense turf grass surprised them with the almost springy cushion texture, none of them could resist taking off their boots and socks to luxuriate in the feel of the thick grass on their feet and between their toes, and wonder more about the temperate climate in this cavern when it was freezing and snowing outside. All around them was a bounty, various edible fruits and berries ripening on the trees while colorful birds flitted and soared around them.

They reached the lake and walked along the fine pebble shoreline to where the stream emerged, they waded thru the warm water to the other side and then with difficulty found the moss and grass covered stone ramp that lead to the plateau’s top.

As they neared the immense centaur statue more and more features were revealed, it appeared as if the centaur was slightly rearing. As they rounded a switchback the entire statue was revealed. As one they let out a gasp – not of the fine extraordinary life-like realistic detail of the statute but of the enormous smooth and polished stone erection the statue sported. Now they could see the front legs of the statute was actually up on the edge of a low stone polished platform. They realized it was a stylized representation of a sacrificial alter!

As one they wondered and discussed who the master stone craftsmen were that seemed to have excel any known masterpiece and what happened to them as well as the implied highly erotic depiction.

When they reached the summit, they encountered a field of several hundred acres that was a swatch of glorious colors of wildflowers that grew up thru the same thick grass turf cushion.