Lust of the Pirates

by Callista Hawkes

  You awake to find yourself being dragged somewhere, a firm grip on both your arms. A thick fabric blindfold is tied around your head and your wrists are tied before you.

  “Where are you taking me?” You ask, but your captors ignore you. You can hear a strange chanting in the distance. The sound gets louder as you are dragged closer until it surrounds you, deafeningly loud. There must be hundreds of people all chanting together. You feel yourself being dragged up some steps before you are laid down. You can feel the cold of what must be a stone altar beneath you.

  “Please,” You beg, your voice quivering with fear, “Don’t do this.” A hush descends on the crowd and you can feel the tension in the air. You scream in agony as you feel a blade thrust into your chest. Blood wells up in your throat as you hear a roar from the crowd. You mercifully slip into unconsciousness as you swiftly bleed out, sacrificed to an unknown Mayan deity.

  THE END

  Go back a few moments and rethink your actions

  An hour later, guards wrench open the door and step in. The old man steps before you and implores them in the strange language of the Mayans. The guards look doubtfully at each other before retreating back through the door.

  A few minutes later, a particularly huge and fearsome looking warrior steps into the cell, glaring malevolently at you. His face and muscular body are streaked in dark paint and he wears a necklace of bones around his neck. He carries an ornately carved spear, the tip glinting in the torchlight. Again the old man speaks in the strange tongue. The warrior’s dark eyes bore into yours, as if reading your very soul. He finally nods and vehemently addresses you. You stare blankly back at him before glancing at the old man.

  “He agrees.” The old man translates. “He will release the others. When the treasure is brought before them, they will then release you. If they fail to return with the treasure, he promises he will personally ensure that your death will be long and agonising.”

  “I think we have an understanding.” You tell the old man. He nods and translates. The warrior glares at you a final time before departing, the door slamming shut behind him.

  “Thank you.” You tell the old man.

  “You are welcome my friend.” He smiles. “I would not see another man suffer the fate of my crew those long years ago.”

  A few hours pass by when suddenly the door is thrown open. The guards step into the cell and advance towards you.

  “Do they have the treasure?” You ask the old man as they grasp your arms and roughly haul you to your feet. The old man asks them, but the guards ignore him, pushing him away and dragging you towards the door. The old man pleads with them and finally one guard reluctantly answers.

  “They say you are to be brought before the priestess!” He tells you. “I’m sorry, but it sounds like your crew have abandoned you.” You wince, your blood running cold. What did you expect from a bunch of pirates? All to a man criminals, scum and the lowest of the low. You struggle, but the men are strong, their grip firm as they drag you from the cell, along a passageway and into a large chamber. The chamber is well lit and you glance up, surprised to see a starry expanse of night sky high above through a vast opening in the ceiling of the cavern. A tall stepped ziggurat dominates the chamber, a lone figure dressed in white robes standing at its zenith. The rest of the Mayan people are gathered around the base of the pyramid and all eyes turn to you as you are dragged up the steps towards the figure. As you reach the top, you realise the figure is standing behind a low stone altar.

  “No!” You shout out, struggling as the guards drag you towards the altar, throwing you down onto your back, the stone surface hard and cold. Your wrists and ankles are firmly tied to the sides of the altar before the guards step away, flanking the white robed figure. The figure turns to face you, pulling back the hood. Your eyes widen as the delicate features of a beautiful young woman are revealed. Itzel, the high priestess you presume. The guards, with great ceremony pull the robe from her shoulders and fold it neatly before taking it away. They then place an ornate golden headdress with a plume of brightly coloured feathers on her head before shrinking back and descending the steps of the ziggurat. The woman stands proudly before you, her slender toned body clad only in a narrow band of white cloth around her chest and another around her waist and thighs. Her cheeks and chin are adorned with streaks of indigo paint, while the flawless light brown skin of her shoulders and torso are also streaked with indigo and pale blue paint. Her silky black hair hangs down past her chest and her brown eyes gaze curiously into your own. She turns away from you and despite your perilous situation, you find your eyes flicking towards her firm buttocks barely encased within the cloth band and her long, athletic legs. She turns back to you and you gulp, stifling a cry of horror as you notice a wickedly sharp knife in her hand. She stands before you and raises the knife in the air. A hush descends over the watching Mayans and you realise the moment has come. The knife glints above you and you grimace, squeezing your eyes shut as you await the inevitable searing pain as the blade plunges into your flesh. Instead, you feel the cool edge of the blade against your skin and hear the rip of tearing fabric. You open your eyes to find her cutting your shirt from your body. She quickly shreds it from you before doing likewise to your breeches, the knife slicing up one leg and then the other. The tattered garments are discarded and you lie there feeling utterly vulnerable, bound, naked and completely at her mercy. The woman studies you, her lips curling into a subtle smile as her gaze sweeps all over your body. She reaches out with her free hand and gently caresses your chest. As her fingers slide lower, you feel a tingling sensation in your balls followed by a crawling sensation within your flaccid cock as it begins to harden. You can feel it tracing an arc up the inside of your thigh as her hand slips lower still, her fingertips grazing the edge of your pubic hair. The woman’s brown eyes are fixed on your groin now and a little chuckle escapes her lips as she watches your cock rapidly expand. Her gaze flicks up to meet yours and she raises the knife, slipping it under the band of cloth around her chest. She pulls the blade away from her, cutting through the fabric. It falls away and your cock twitches at the sight of her small, pert breasts, the dark brown nipples swollen and erect. The knife sweeps lower and slashes through the second band of white cloth. The torn fabric slips from her body, leaving her naked before you. She drops the knife, the blade clattering on the stone floor at her feet. She moves back to the side of the altar, smiling as her hand reaches out. You groan as you feel her fingers wrap around your shaft before beginning to slowly stroke it. Your mind reels at the situation and you remember the old man’s warning that ‘Itzel will wish to collect your essence for herself’. She clearly has a different bodily fluid than blood in mind. Her gaze meets yours and a subtle smile plays on her lips. Her free hand reaches up to her lips before sliding down to her pussy. Your eyes widen as you realise she is giving you a choice.

  Her mouth

  Her pussy

  You wait until her fingers return to her mouth before nodding. The beautiful priestess chuckles and lowers her head towards your lap. A moan escapes your lips as you feel her hot breath on the straining tip. You crane your head forward, watching as her pouting lips hover over the bulbous crown. She opens her mouth wider and takes it inside. You stifle a moan as you feel her lips close around your hot shaft before gliding down your length. Her dark eyes flick towards you, her gaze meeting yours as she begins to bob her head up and down.

  “You certainly have a talent for that.” You groan thickly, luxuriating in the pleasurable sensations radiating out from your groin. Her fingers reach between your legs and caress your balls making you gasp and moan with pleasure. She chuckles around your cock, her eyes flashing mischievously before settling into a rhythm. As her head bobs up and down, her fingers gently massaging your aching balls, you can soon feel the tension building in your loins.

  “You’re getting me close!” You gasp breathlessly. While Itzel may not speak your language, she certainly recognises the warn
ing signs as you strain against your bonds, a sheen of perspiration on your brow. She abruptly pulls her lips from your cock and glances up at you, her eyes filled with lust. She murmurs something in her strange tongue before climbing up onto the altar, swinging a leg astride your head and bending forward to take your cock back inside her mouth. You gaze up at the dewy lips of her pussy and smile, the invitation clear. You crane your head forward and run the tip of your tongue the length of her slit. Itzel shivers at your touch, the vibrations of her moan running down your hard length and making your balls tingle. Your own excitement, which had subsided with the interruption, returns with a vengeance as you press your face into her steamy folds. Her muffled moans betray her own pleasure and she begins to grind her pussy back and forth across your face, leaving it wet with her juices. You thrust your tongue deeply inside her, eagerly tasting her. Your cock twitches in her mouth with your own excitement as you savour the tangy flavour of her arousal. For a moment, you almost forget the bizarre surroundings. The cavernous chamber, the ziggurat and the watching Mayans fade away until only Itzel and yourself remain, your mouths feverishly working to drive each other to the heights of ecstasy. Itzel gets there first, pulling her mouth from your cock and gasping breathlessly before stiffening and crying out with pleasure. Her body shudders as her orgasm rips through her, her pussy twitching against your lips and drenching your face with her wetness. She bucks again and again, her shrill cries of ecstasy echoing off the cavern walls until with one final satisfied sigh, she relaxes. You pull back from her sodden folds and after a moment, Itzel climbs gingerly off you, her body still trembling from her climax. She shuffles to the foot of the altar and turns to face you. You smile up at her, your face moist with her juices. She returns your smile before pointedly running her fingers from her breasts to her pussy and eyeing you expectantly.

  Her pussy

  Her breasts

  You nod eagerly as her fingers linger at her pussy, her labia glistening with a mixture of her juices and your saliva. Itzel chuckles and turns her back to you, swinging her long, toned legs over your hips. Your pulse races as she reaches behind her and grasps your cock, guiding it to her moist slit. She lowers herself down on you and you groan with pleasure as you feel her warmth envelop you as your shaft disappears inside her. Enthralled, you watch as she sinks all the way down to the root before beginning to bounce up and down on you, your cock slipping easily in and out of her sopping pussy. She alternates between rocking up and down, grinding back and forth and gyrating her hips as she pleasures herself on your throbbing cock.

  “And I thought priestesses were supposed to be pure and virginal.” You gasp. “You certainly seem to know your way around a man.” Indeed, you can already feel the pressure beginning to build in your balls as her lithe body rises and falls on your lap. She glances over her shoulder, a playful glint in her eye as she reaches behind her and gently eases her buttocks apart, revealing the tight knot of her arse just above the lips of her pussy stretched around the base of your shaft. She runs a fingertip between her cheeks and allows it to hover over her puckered hole before raising an eyebrow.

  “Well, you’re full of surprises.” You murmur as you consider her overt invitation.

  Continue to thrust inside her pussy

  Allow her to guide your cock to her arse

  You thrust up inside her, encouraging her to continue as you were. Itzel frowns slightly before shrugging and turning back away from you before resuming gyrating her hips and bouncing up and down on you. You gaze at her firm and shapely buttocks rising and falling on your lap and groan with pleasure. She increases her pace, driving herself down on you, your groans joining her little sighs each time she impales herself on you. She mutters something in her strange tongue and you wonder what it is she is saying. Perhaps she is encouraging you to quicken your pace. Wishing you could reach out and grasp her hips, you drive up into her, meeting her downward thrusts, your cock slamming deep into her snug pussy. She arches her back and throws back her head, moaning with delight. She glances over her shoulder, her gaze meeting yours. Again she murmurs something to you, but you don’t need to understand her language. Her flushed face, pouting lips and the desperate yearning in her eyes tell you everything you need to know. She slams herself down on you and throws back her head, the feathers of her headdress quivering and her cries of ecstasy echoing off the ceiling of the cavern as her body shudders with each waves of pleasure that washes through her. Her pussy throbs and convulses around your cock, where the sensation coupled with the sight of the beautiful Mayan priestess in the throes of her orgasm has you quickly closing in on your own. As her cries become breathless pants, her body relaxes, the last aftershocks of her climax making her body tremble. Again, she glances over her shoulder, her face glistening with perspiration, her eyes heavy lidded and a blissful smile on her lips. She begins to resume thrusting up and down on you.

  “I’m getting close!” You moan, your swollen shaft throbbing within her. Hearing the growing intensity of your moans, Itzel reaches down and you feel her fingers play over your balls.

  “Oh yes!” You moan at her gentle caress. “That feels incredible.” The added sensation combined with her vigorous riding rapidly sends you over the edge. You strain against your bonds, your back arching and your hips lifting up off the altar as your balls tighten in her grasp before releasing their load. Your cock pulses powerfully as your seed explodes inside her. Itzel cries out in delight as she feels your thick come splashing deep within her pussy. You grunt and your body jerks with each eruption, until finally you slump back against the altar, utterly sated. Your chest heaves as you lie there, exhausted. Itzel glances over her shoulder at you, her dark eyes meeting yours.

  “Well I hope you got what you wanted, because I certainly did.” You tell her breathlessly. She chuckles sexily and climbs off you, your cock slapping wetly back against your stomach. She clambers down from the altar and glances back at you.

  Continue

  You nod and Itzel smiles before lifting off you, her hand grasping your glistening shaft as it slips from her pussy. She shuffles forward slightly before slowly lowering herself back down on you, the bulbous head of your cock lined up with her puckered arsehole. She flinches slightly as the tip touches her tight hole before she presses down onto it. The flared tip looks impossibly wide for her tiny orifice, but you watch in wonder as she relaxes and the bulbous head pushes past the tight ring of muscle. Itzel gasps, pausing for a moment before you feel her weight pushing down on you again. She lets out a low moan as your shaft slowly slides deeper into her until your whole length is buried deep in her arse. She glances over her shoulder at you and smiles before beginning to slowly rock her hips back and forth, your cock pushing in and out of her arse. Her sphincter grips you tightly, the sensation incredible as the ring of muscle runs up and down your shaft.

  “Damn, that feels amazing.” You groan. Itzel too is moaning with delight as she quickens her pace as her arse stretches to accommodate your cock. Soon she is pounding up and down on you with wild abandon, slamming her hips down onto your pelvis. You crane your head forward, your heart thumping in your chest as you watch the slender Mayan priestess impaling herself on your cock, her long dark hair cascading down her narrow back nearly to the crevice between her shapely buttocks. She seems almost possessed as she thrusts down on you, her low moans giving way to sharp gasps as she closes in on another climax. You strain in your bonds, the blissful pressure rapidly building in your loins. Your passive role seems to somehow intensify your excitement as Itzel controls the pace, keeping you tantalisingly on the brink. She lets out a cry of pleasure and you watch her body tense, her back arching as she sinks down on you one last time. Her sphincter grips you tighter still and sends you over the edge. Your own grunts join her shrill cries of ecstasy as your bodies jerk and shudder as one. Her arse squeezes tightly around your shaft, pumping your seed from your balls as you erupt deep into her bowels. As she draws the last of your come into her clenching h
ole, you finally relax, slumping heavily back onto the altar. Itzel too is sated and slumps forward, your wilting cock slipping from her hot passage, her sphincter clamping shut behind it. She glances over her shoulder, a look of contented bliss on her face before gingerly climbing down from the altar.

  Continue

  Pondering what she intends with her small, but firm and shapely breasts, you wait until her fingers slide back up to cup them. You nod enthusiastically. Itzel chuckles sexily and lowers her chest down over your cock. You groan as she takes your straining shaft in her hand and drags the tip across her soft mounds, the angry red crown pressing into her flesh and leaving a trail of pre-come. Your balls ache and your pulse races as you watch her play the bulbous head against a dark nipple, teasing herself with it. A low moan escapes her lips as she swipes you back and forth across the swollen bud.

  “Looks like I’m not the only one enjoying this.” You remark. Her gaze flicks to yours, her brow furrowed at your alien language, but as she switches to her other breast, teasing her left nipple, she bites her lower lip. She releases her hold on your shaft and lowers herself down onto you, pressing her breasts together and trapping your cock between her cleavage and your stomach. She begins to gently side herself up and down your body, your shaft slipping up and down between her firm mounds. You moan with pleasure at the sensation of her soft, warm breasts against your straining length and can feel the excitement that had receded return with a vengeance. The streaks of paint from her body are smeared against your pale skin and your bodies glisten with perspiration.