“Take us to shore lads.” You tell the crewmen. “There!” You point up at a dark rent in the cliff face. The shape bears an uncanny resemblance to the mouth of the cave shown on the map. The men row over to the shore and you moor it up to a thick root snaking over the edge of the bank. You hold out your hand to help Tia out of the longboat while Anne looks at your offered hand with utter disdain and clambers out herself. There is a short expanse of jungle between the bank and the foot of the cliff, but it would not take much time to cross.
You cut your way through the thick rainforest, the sun dropping in the sky and the light fading. You emerge into a small clearing a short distance from the base of the cliff.
“What do you think Captain?” Sykes asks you. “Press on or camp here until first light? Might be dangerous to climb up in darkness.”
“But we’re so close!” Tia implores you, gazing longingly at the mouth of the cave halfway up the cliff face, perhaps imagining the riches within. “I can almost touch it.”
Make camp and wait until morning
Attempt the climb now
“We’ll go ashore.” You tell Sykes. “It might be hard going, cutting through the thick jungle, but we might be thankful for the extra hands when we have to carry back all that treasure!”
“Aye sir.” Sykes grins, brightening at the prospect.
An hour later, you stand on shore at the edge of the jungle, the crew gathered around you, cutlasses at the ready.
“Right men, there’s a fortune in plunder waiting for us just the other side of this jungle.” You grin. “Let’s go and get it!” The men cheer and you lead the way, drawing your own cutlass and swinging it, slicing through the dense vegetation that stands between you and your prize.
You mop your brow with your sleeve. It is certainly hard going, cutting through the thick foliage. While the leafy canopy shields you from the hot rays of the sun, the intense humidity is draining. You pause, taking a long swig of water from your canteen and glance over your shoulder. Sykes looks like you feel and puffs his cheeks out. Anne pulls her broad brimmed hat off and fans herself with it, while the usually glamorous Tia looks hot and bothered. Behind them, the crew are muttering and complaining, so no change there.
“Not far now lads!” You grin, though in truth you are barely halfway. “Let’s press on. I’m sure you’re all eager to fritter your shares on drinking and whoring!” The thought raises a few smiles amongst the men and you turn back to the thick undergrowth, wearily swinging your cutlass at the branches. The blade clangs against something solid and you start as a stone face stares back at you through the shredded foliage. You stifle a cry of surprise and quickly regain your composure. It is a column of square stones, each ornately carved with a crowned head protruding from it level with your own.
“A Mayan stela.” Tia remarks, joining you and running her fingers over the finely carved stonework.
“A what?” Anne grunts.
“Monuments.” She explains. “Perhaps ceremonial. No one knows for sure.”
“You don’t think any of the Mayans are still here?” Sykes asks, glancing nervously about him, his hand on the hilt of his cutlass.
“Surely not.” You reply. “They will have all died out decades ago. Look at how overgrown this monument is. There will be nothing waiting for us but the treasure haul of a lifetime!”
“There be evil spirits waiting for us.” One of the old sea dogs mutters under his breath. “Mayans phantoms come to curse us.”
“Less of that nonsense, you old fool.” You snap at him, wary of fuelling the superstitious nature of your crew. He shrinks back a little at the nervous laughter of the crew. You turn back to the stela, swinging your cutlass and cutting past the stone column before continuing on your way.
A few hours later, you stand in a clearing, checking your map against the tall rocky cliff face towering high above the jungle. You can see an opening halfway up that seems to tally with the rough sketch. The light is already fading and you are only half an hour or so from being plunged into darkness.
“Should we set up camp for the night or press on with torches?” Sykes asks you, gazing up at the imposing cliff face.
Set up camp
Press on up to the cave
“We’re almost at our destination Mr Sykes.” You tell him. “We’ll light the torches and press on.”
“It will be as black as pitch shortly Captain.” Sykes replies doubtfully.
“Once we’re inside that cave, it won’t matter if it’s noon or midnight.” You point out.
“Aye sir.” Sykes shrugs.
A few minutes later, you have slashed a swathe through the remaining undergrowth and stand at the foot of the cliff. The sun has dropped below the horizon and darkness is closing in. You all light torches and place them around the base of the cliff. As you throw your own down, you notice a long narrow shadow moving against the craggy rock face. You look closer, your eyes focusing on a length of rope dangling down the cliff face. You reach out and grasp it, pulling on it and glancing up above you. The rope leads all the way up to the mouth of the cave high above.
“Perhaps the Mayans aren’t quite as dead as we suspected.” Tia murmurs, joining you.
“Or perhaps they are and someone’s already got here first and taken all the treasure.” You suggest grimly. “Only one way to find out.” You test the rope with your full weight before beginning to climb up, using any foothold you can find to haul yourself up. You make good progress, climbing steadily up towards the mouth of the cave. You glance down at the upturned faces of Sykes, Tia, Anne and the others in the flickering orange light of the torches. You flash them a grin before lodging your foot in the next foothold and pulling yourself up. Your smile swiftly vanishes as the foothold crumbles and you plunge downwards. You grimace as your hands burn on the rope as you slip down a couple of feet before arresting your descent, the rope creaking as it supports your weight.
“Careful Captain!” Sykes calls up as you swing wildly on the rope, your feet flailing for a foothold.
“Thank you Mr Sykes.” You reply, your words dripping with sarcasm as you steady yourself.
The rest of the climb continues without incident and you finally haul yourself up onto a ledge at the mouth of the cave. You scramble to your feet and gaze into the inky blackness within. You fumble with a torch and light it, stepping cautiously forward and sweeping it around you in the darkness. So far, so cave-like.
“I’m up!” You call down. “Come up one at a time.” As you turn back towards the mouth of the cave, you feel a sharp pain in the back of your neck, like something had bitten you. You curse before your vision becomes a little hazy. You drop to your knees feeling woozy before the darkness of the cave seems to envelop you.
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“The treasure has waited for us for more than a hundred years. It can wait another night.” You tell Sykes. “Set up camp here.”
“Aye sir.” Sykes smiles, clearly relieved.
A couple of hours later, you sit around a camp fire. Sparks drifting up into the pitch black night. The men seem in good spirits as they eat a freshly roasted deer, joking and singing. Tia sits down next to you, gnawing at a piece of meat.
“Not what you’re used to in Nassau.” You smile.
“No,” She admits, “But it’s all quite an adventure isn’t it?”
“Well, let’s hope this adventure has a happy ending.” You grin.
A few hours later, most of the men are asleep. The camp is in darkness save for the dull glow of the dying embers from the fire. The sound of insects and the snoring of the sailors fills the air, punctuated by the odd crack as the last of the firewood burns. You glance to your side, Tia fast asleep. On the eve of perhaps the most important day of your life, you decide to do the same, shifting onto your side and quickly drifting off to sleep.
Your eyes flick open, your brow furrowing when you realise it is still the dead of night. You wonder what disturbed you before your sleep dulled mind suddenly
realises there is a pleasurable sensation radiating out from your groin. A hand is wrapped around your shaft and is slowly pumping it. You can feel the warmth of a body pressed against your back and hot breath against your neck. You smile, recognising the faint scent of Tia’s perfume. As her hand continues to stroke you, you are in two minds as to whether to feign sleep and allow her to continue or to roll over to face her.
Let Tia continue to stroke your cock
Roll over to face her
You lie still, enjoying the steady strokes of her hand as Tia slowly pumps your shaft. She stops stroking you for a moment, her fingers exploring your throbbing cock, sliding down to your sensitive balls and back up to the straining head. Your cock twitches and your balls tingle with excitement as you luxuriate at her expert touch. Tia stifles a chuckle and you wonder whether she is aware that you are no longer asleep. She resumes her stroking, her hand sliding up and down your shaft maddeningly slowly. You fight the urge to reach down and guide her pumping hand, quickening her pace. The thrill of Tia pleasuring you just a few feet from your sleeping, snoring crew is exhilarating and you bite your lip to stop from moaning with pleasure as her hand relentlessly drives you towards your climax. You feel her lips brush against your neck and her breathing seems to quicken. You wonder if her other hand is thrust between her own thighs and she is nearing her own climax. The necessity of keeping silent has your heart thumping in your chest and you can barely contain yourself as you feel the pressure rapidly building. Tia seems to intuitively know you are drawing close and her thumb swipes across your bulbous crown, rubbing your weeping pre-come into the taut skin. He pace quickens and you squirm, your mouth dropping open as she sends you to the brink. Her lips nuzzle and kiss at your neck and cheek as she hovers on the edge of her own orgasm. You get there moments before her, your balls convulsing and your cock twitching in her grasp as your seed streaks from the tip to splash into the soft undergrowth next to you. You feel Tia stiffen, her pumping hand suddenly distracted as you feel her shudder against you, breathless whimpers escaping her lips. You stifle your own moans of ecstasy as your hips jerk with each powerful eruption until finally both your climaxes subside. You both lie there softly panting in the darkness before she withdraws her hand. You roll over, your eyes finally meeting hers. She grins broadly at you before her smile vanishes, fear etched on her face as her eyes widen, focusing on something behind you. You feel a sharp pain in the back of your neck, like something has bitten you. You yelp in surprise, rolling back over and seeing a fearsome face streaked in tribal war paint emerging from the shadows. You try to cry out, but your tongue feels like it has swollen in your mouth. The face of your assailant becomes hazy before the darkness of the night seems to draw in, consuming you.
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You roll over to face her, Tia’s hand slipping from your cock as your gaze meets hers. She eyes you hungrily, her full lips pouting. You lean into her, your lips pressing against hers, your tongues fencing passionately. Your fingers pull impatiently at her clothes, tugging the loose fitting cotton dress up over her head, her beautiful ebony body exposed to you. She smiles, her eyes and teeth glinting in the moonlight as she enjoys your lingering gaze. You lean towards her and kiss her deeply again.
“Eat me.” She tells you, her murmur barely audible, her hands gently guiding you downwards. While excited at the prospect of tasting her, your aching and neglected cock throbs with need.
“Equal partners remember.” You whisper before flashing her a grin. She nods and lies flat on her back as you carefully turn around and crawl over her. As you kneel astride Tia’s head, her hands squeeze and caress your buttocks. She draws her legs up and allows them to fall open in anticipation as you eagerly kiss your way down her stomach. Your lips brush through the coarse patch of pubic hair before reaching her hot moist slit, your cock twitching at the fragrance of her feminine scent. You glance across the dying embers of the fire, the sleeping forms of your crew arranged in a loose circle around it. You wonder if any of them are awake and watching you. The thought of having an audience is strangely exciting and with one last glance around, you lower your head between Tia’s thighs. You feel her stiffen slightly, stifling a gasp before feeling her hot breath against your sensitive balls. As you kiss her puffy labia, you feel her tongue slither across the thick flesh making your sack crawl and tighten. The tip of her tongue dances across your balls, teasing and exploring while you drag your tongue through the damp trench of her slit before flicking your tongue over her clitoris. She gasps with pleasure and you hear a couple of your companions stir, but you are not about to stop now. Her tongue laps and caresses your balls, the night air cooling your saliva bathed sack, while you probe deeply inside her. The taste of her juices combined with the glorious sensations radiating out from your groin is intoxicating. Her skilled lips on your sack drive you on to lap with renewed enthusiasm which seems to encourage her to do the same until you swiftly have each other on the edge. Your straining cock twitches, desperate for stimulation and Tia finally relents, kissing her way along your length before taking you deeply past her lips. She sucks and slurps on you with no regard for your slumbering companions, her moans of pleasure only muted by your thick shaft in her mouth. The vibrations of her moans travel along your length and make your balls tingle and you know you are only moments away. Tia gets there first, her hands gripping your buttocks as her body shakes and quivers as a powerful climax rips through her. You follow moments later, burying your face deeply into her wet folds to muffle your cries as your cock twitches in her mouth, bathing her tongue in your thick seed as you erupt again and again. She greedily and noisily sucks every drop of your seed from your cock before you eventually pull your shaft from her lips. You pull your face from between her thighs and glance about you. Several sets of eyes gleam in the darkness, some watching, some, Anne included, shamelessly masturbating as they look on. You smile wryly before your grin swiftly vanishes as you see other sets of eyes shining like silver coins in the darkness. You open your mouth to call out, but can only groan as you feel a sharp pain in the back of your neck. Your crew, no doubt thinking this is purely Tia’s doing do not react. The last thing you see is several figures emerging from the fringes of the clearing before your vision darkens and your face drops back into Tia’s wet folds as you lose consciousness.
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Your eyes flick open and widen immediately as you quickly remember recent events. You look about you, finding yourself in what appears to be a subterranean room. Torches flicker on the walls, the flames illuminating the gloom. You climb gingerly to your feet, wincing at a soreness in the back of your neck. You reach up, your fingers finding a narrow dart still embedded in your flesh. You pull it out, grimacing against the pain and massaging the small wound. Moving closer to a torch, you examine the dart. The tip of the sharpened cane needle has clearly been dipped in some sort of poison that had knocked you unconscious. You toss it away with disdain and sweep the torch about. The room seems to be formed within a cave, the floor rough and uneven and the rear of the room seems to be the rocky face of a cave wall. Your crew are nowhere to be seen. Presumably they are being held elsewhere.
“Ah, you’re awake!” A voice rasps in the darkness.
“Who’s there?” You growl, sweeping the torch towards the shadows. A frail bearded old man dressed in rags shuffles into the light.
“My name is Laurent.” He replies, his accent French.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, pitying the pathetic figure before you.
“I was shipwrecked on this island many years ago.” He explains, his grey eyes full of sadness. “The heathen savages found me and made me their slave. They are barbaric. They sacrificed my shipmates and drained their blood. I was only spared as I was thin and weak. I’m sorry to tell you, but as Captain and leader, you will be considered the most virile of your crew. Itzel, the Mayans high priestess will likely claim you for herself. She will wish to collect your essence to enhance her own powers.” You blanch
at the thought.
“Perhaps we can bargain with them?” you suggest. “You seem to know their ways.”
“I do and I have picked up some of their language too.” The old man admits. “What do you have to offer them?”
“I have some gold and jewels in my hold.” You reply, thinking that if luck is with you, you will reclaim your own treasure when you plunder theirs.
“They do covet treasure.” The old man admits. “Your life may yet be saved.” You grimace, not keen on the prospect of putting your life at the whim of the savages. Perhaps you could get the drop on the guards, break out your crew and escape.
“Do you have anything I could use as a weapon?” You ask the old man.
“Not much, a few rocks perhaps.” He replies doubtfully. You nod. A stone smashed into a guard’s head would still make for an effective club.
Attempt to bargain with the Mayans
Attempt to escape
“I think I’d sooner keep my life in my own hands.” You tell the old man. “Find me a rock and then go to the back of the cell and call out as if you are in pain.” He nods, rooting around in the darkness for a moment before returning and pressing a rock into your hand. He backs away and throws himself down on the floor, groaning and clutching his stomach.
“Help him!” You call out. “He’s in agony! Help him!” The guards may not understand your words, but the urgency is clear and as the door is unbarred, you step into the shadows. The guards step into the cell and you launch yourself at the nearest one, smashing the rock into his head. As he reels away, clutching his head, you follow up with another vicious blow, sending him sprawling to the floor unconscious. You turn to the other guard, but with the element of surprise lost, he blocks your swing before countering with a heavy punch to your face. You stagger away, blood pouring from your broken nose. The guard presses the advantage and you throw your arms up, desperately trying to protect yourself as he rains blow after blow down upon you. As he beats you into submission, everything goes dark as you lose consciousness.
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