What If
Antarctica — Going Down South
Who was the man in the picture, Jennie had once asked her mother.
He was her great great grand uncle on her father’s side, her mother had told her.
Yes, but who was he?
He was an explorer, her mother had answered.
An explorer of what, the girl had wanted to know.
Her mother had shrugged. He was just an explorer. That’s all she knew. There had to be more than that, the girl countered. You couldn’t just be an explorer. You had to be an explorer of something.
But her mother didn’t really know who the man was. He was an explorer. That’s all she knew and if Jennie wanted to know more, she should go ask her father.
Yeah right. Like that was going to do anything. Father wasn’t big on talking. Father went to work and father came home and when father came home, he hardly ever wanted to talk about anything and so Jennie was left to wonder just who was the man in the picture was.
“We’ll camp here,” the explorer said.
“Yes, sir,” his subordinate said.
“It’s a pity. I would have liked to have made it today. The sooner we make it, the sooner we can make our way back out again.”
“I understand, sir.”
“But one must respect the conditions. If one doesn’t respect them, one runs the risk of falling victim to them. If we pressed on, we might not make it before nightfall and we have a good place to set up camp here.”
“Totally understand, sir.”
“Get to it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“One more day,” the explorer said as much to himself as to anyone else. One more day. He wondered what he would feel when they finally arrived.
“Priestess, there are men on our border.”
Colleen Dittweiler shook her head. “That’s not funny, Sabrine.”
“I know. I’m not trying to be funny but it’s true. They come from the north.”
Despite her hardship in believing what Sabrine was telling her, Colleen still couldn’t help but smile for just a fraction of a second. Sometimes, the old jokes were still the best jokes. Of course, if men were coming, they’d be coming from the north.
“What should we do, Priestess?”
“Tell me again, Sabrine, and you better not be joking about this. You said there were men on our border. Are there really men on our border?”
“Yes, Priestess.”
“Then we will make preparations to give them a welcome they will not forget. You know what needs to be done?”
“Yes, Priestess.”
“Good. See to it then.”
In their current situation, morning meant little to the explorer and his men but it was important to stick to a schedule so the explorer and his men were up with the dawn of the “new” day. The sled dogs were ready, and once more, the team was set. As cold as it was, the leader of the expedition didn’t bother to speak when hand signals would do the job for them.
They were nearing their destination when a most extraordinary sight greeted their eyes. Had they been in the desert, each of them would quickly have written off the apparition as a mirage but this wasn’t a desert and not only was there now one woman standing in front of them, but there were others as well.
The men of the expedition looked at one another as if to gauge the responses of the others but just those looks were enough to tell each of the others that they had all seen the same things.
As cold as it was, there was no way that a woman should have been wearing as little as these women were wearing. Yes, they all had on fur coats but each of their coats were open and under the coats, each woman wore nothing more than a skimpy, white bikini.
One of the women motioned to the leader and then she motioned that the men should follow her.
The men looked at one another but then the leader nodded and the five men fell into place behind the retreating women.
There was an opening they now noticed, an opening which sloped down into an underground chamber, a chamber that was immensely large. Once underground, the women removed their coats and as they motioned for the men to do the same, the opening behind the men started to close.
“Hey,” cried out one of the men but it was already too late. In a matter of moments, the opening was closed and yet the chamber remained lit by tubes on the wall.
“What is going on here?” The expedition leader demanded.
His men had no answer but it was clear that the women still wanted them to remove their outer garments at least.
“What should we do, sir?” asked one of the other men.
“When in Rome,” the leader said.
“Sir, we are about as far away from Rome as one can get.”
“I know.” Still, the leader opened his outer garments that earlier that day, he’d put in place to shield him from the elements and then he nodded to the others and his companions all did the same.
The temperature outside might have been almost unbearably cold but in here, in this underground chamber, the temperature was actually quite pleasant. Almost anywhere else on Earth, he might have suspected underground hot springs but not here and it was clear that his men were just as puzzled as he was. The person who’d motioned for the men to follow her was now motioning again and so the men followed her.
“Priestess, the men have entered our domain.”
“I know that. See to it that our guests are properly taken care of. You know what to do?”
The other woman nodded. She’d never seen a man before but she knew exactly what she was supposed to do. “It shall be done, Priestess.”
The men couldn’t help but look around themselves in wonder as they followed the women even deeper into the complex.
They followed the women deeper on down until the path they were on opened up onto a cavernous pool.
One of the women said something but it was in a language that neither the expedition leader nor any of his men understood.
She said it again and again, the men didn’t understand what she was saying and then she said something else.
For each of the men a woman stepped forward and it soon became clear to each of the men what each woman wanted. “Hey now, none of that,” the leader said as he went to push the woman away and almost as quickly, he pulled his hand back.
He’d expected her skin to be soft but what he hadn’t expected was for her skin to be hot. Well maybe not hot, but definitely warm. Warm as in lacking any trace whatsoever of the cold conditions that existed above ground. Warm. And soft. That’s what her skin was.
And she was back again prying at his clothes.
“I told you,” the man said. “None of that.”
Perhaps she understood the meaning even if she didn’t understand the words. Then again, maybe she didn’t even understand the meaning but whatever the case, it was clear she was trying to get him out of his clothes.
“I said no,” the man said again.
This time though, the woman’s hand slid down inside his pants.
Oh yeah, she was hot. He could feel it as her hand wrapped itself around his cock.
“No,” the man whimpered but even if she heard him, her hand seemed to have a mind of its own and the same it seemed could be said for his cock because the more she stroked him, the more his cock seemed to want to be stroked.
He was much older than she, the man thought. She probably wasn’t a teenager but she surely couldn’t be past the age of thirty. Heck, she probably wasn’t even close to thirty and it had been many years since he’d gone past his third decade and yet this girl seemed utterly fascinated with his cock.
Wait, what was she doing? She was pulling his pants down. No. That just couldn’t be happening.
Oh and yet it was and he liked it, too. Somewhere along the way, she’d lost what little clothes she’d had and now she was offering himself up to him and he couldn’t wait to take advantage of her body.
“How goes it with our guests?”
“They are being extremely well taken care of, Priestess.”
Colleen was not one who was prone to smiling but for just the moment at least, she grinned a sly, little grin. “I’ll bet they are. The girls have waited a long time for this.”
That was a bit of an understatement. The girls had literally waited thousands of years for this.
Back in Earth’s distant past, aliens had visited the planet and they’d mated with the planets inhabitants. From that mating had come children who looked just like any other Earth children so when the Aliens left, they left their “Earth” children behind not realizing the folly of their ways.
The aliens’ bodies naturally tapped into magnetic energy and converted it to their own uses and as their children grew, their bodies began to do the same thing. In Earth’s more moderate climates where they had been spawned, their environments became unbearable as their bodies own generated heat made the planet to hot for them so they had moved.
Some went north and some went south and they kept going farther north and farther north and farther south until they could go no further.
Those that had gone north died because their wasn’t a continent there for them to live on but those that had gone south into Earth’s most inhospitable climates had survived.
In time, the men had died leaving only the women whose bodies literally soaked up the magnetic energy that they found there. The South Pole had been their salvation but it was also their curse. Their bodies aged incredibly slowly and the same energy that kept them hot also made them sexually hot but without men ...
They’d found ways to keep themselves going and over the years they’d become very creative but in the end, what they’d craved was men and now finally, they had them.
And now that they had them, they weren’t about to let them go ... ever.
The years had given them time to learn what their bodies could do. They’d learned that their bodies could share their innate power with another but not only their power but other things as well ...
“I think perhaps I should go greet our visitors myself,” the high priestess said.
“The other girls were wondering when you were going to do that.”
“I was letting them have their fun first.”
“As you say, but the other girls were wondering.”
“I’m going now.”
There was something wrong. The leader of the expedition knew that.
Not with the women of course. They were perfect. His dick was telling him just how perfect they were.
But still, something was wrong. There was no way that these women should be here. This was not the way things were supposed to be.
One women had her mouth pushed up against his, her kisses ardent and needy even as another of the women sucked his cock. Fuck, there was nothing wrong with that except ...
Except something was wrong.
Fuck, he was going to cum. How many times had he cum already. He’d lost count and yet here he was still ready to perform.
That wasn’t right, was it?
He couldn’t help himself. He wanted to cum and wanting was almost as good as doing. His cock gushed as he came yet again.
Something was different. Not with him. Everything was the same with him but it was with the others. It was with the women in the room. They were moving aside as if they knew something and then he saw her.
He was sure he hadn’t seen this woman before. There was something about her, something that seemed to speak of power. It was the way the other women deferred to her. It was as if the other woman knew who was in charge and knowing what they knew was enough to tell the man what he needed to know.
She said something in the language that the women spoke, the language that he didn’t understand but when she came forward and when she wrapped her hand around his cock, now that was something that he didn’t need words to understand. There was little doubt what she wanted. She wanted to mount him and in that moment, the man knew that that was what he wanted, too.
He couldn’t help but groan as she slid down around his cock. Was it just his imagination, he wondered or was she really that wet.
Oh fuck, did it really even matter. The way she was stroking him with that pussy of hers, so wet, so tight, so ... so hot.
He knew he was going to cum. It wasn’t so much a matter of if anymore. It was a matter of when and the when was sooner rather than later.
Part of him wanted to hold back. Part of him wanted to make it last if only for a few moments longer but at the same time, there was a whole other part of him that couldn’t wait to let it go, that couldn’t wait to fill her pussy with his cum, that couldn’t wait to ...
Oh fuck, that was good.
He couldn’t wait to do it again.
Jennie Amundsen had finally learned who the man in the picture was. He’d been an explorer all right. Roald Amundsen. He’d been the first of many who tried to make it to the South Pole and just like everyone who’d ever tried it, he’d gone missing.
There were still some who tried but no one had ever returned.
No man had ever returned, Jennie corrected herself and she couldn’t help but wonder. Maybe it was time for a woman to make the trek. Maybe it was time for someone like her and she couldn’t help but wonder what she’d find when she got there.