As such, however, it is my intent to write the most extreme statement of pornography as my cowardly Id permits. Under no circumstances should anyone under 18, or 21 if that is what your local government demands, or any other non-Adult read this. Regardless of my titillating descriptions of physique or characterizations, none of the characters within (including the Aliens) are, or were intended, to be under eighteen years of age.
Finally, cuddle up by the Sacrificial Altar with your favorite topless Archeologist or Mayan Lesbian High Priestess and enjoy my digital literary wet dream.
Please, please, please feel free to comment on it!
Sister Mary Dominique, of the Blessed Order of the Most Virginal and Holy Mary of Mejorada del Campo, was concerned. Her Benefactor, Master, and Captain, Juan de Cepeda, had been leading them into this literally Godforsaken land for the past three weeks, with the intention of finding-what else?-gold reported to be located in this area. Now her Master hesitates, for some reason that he refuses to elucidate!
Now she, of course, was not the least interested in gold. It was souls she was collecting! And one in particular!
Maria-Madonna Juanita de Cepeda, the daughter of the party’s commander, was her joy and ultimate responsibility. It was for that reason she was party to the Spanish force now occupying Uaxactun. Maria, motherless since birth, had always been with her illustrious officer and adventurer Father. While he served in Spain, during her childhood, she could always find convent schools to provide for what her departed mother could not. Now, of an age that technically brought her out of childhood (barely!), and with her Father now serving in New Spain, she could accompany him as his only surviving family member.
With no convent schools in New Spain, as yet, and considering the physically demanding environment of the New World, he thought it wise to bring in a young nun to tutor his daughter (And protect her from ‘temptation’!).
After all, if you asked her, she expected to always be with him on his explorations and conquests!
It certainly would lead to an exciting, and very educational young womanhood for Maria. A most unique education as compared to the courtly, staid, boring lives of the youthful ladies she left behind in ‘Old’ Spain!
Sister Dominique was most impressed with Maria, a delightful woman-child! Blessed with a curious, thoughtful, calm and balanced mind, she didn’t suffer the character flaws so commonplace in girls her age: The yearning for expensive clothes and the attentions of the young, virile men of her Father’s command! From sharing the intimacy of their bath, Sister Dominique was well aware that either of those sinful desires in young women would be most complemented by Maria’s ample, yet baser, physical charms.
Even the chaste Sister had to admit to herself that her charge was physically charming! Black, mid back length curly hair contrasted with her only slightly tanned skin to make her look much lighter in hue. This was especially so when her facial coloring was compared to that of the seemingly universally beautiful, and barbarically displayed, young Mayan women all about them. Her face was even now betraying the charms of a, soon to develop, great beauty: Green eyes, small pointed nose, already full, ruby lips.
Only ten years junior to Sister Dominique’s 25, her natural feminine attributes had only begun to develop, but develop they had already to a remarkable degree! And, in Sister Dominique’s sinfully prideful admission, to a intimidating degree in the eyes of the Mayan girl’s in camp whose great, natural beauty and innocent lack of inhibitions could not compare with Maria’s courtly demeanor and noble heritage!
Men’s first interest in women, of course, was their bosom. It was probably to be expected, for such an interest was founded on the need for a good nurse for their children as well, it must be said, for men’s own childish needs in the conjugal bed! From that masculine obsession must originate the reason why the native women innocently (or maybe not so innocently!) invariably went out in public with no clothing above their flaring hipbones!
However, and for all involved a blessing from temptation and sin, Maria dressed as modestly as could be expected for a young lady of her years. The fashions of girls today were totally disgraceful, what with scandalously plunging necklines revealing inches of virginal, never before seen better yet touched, bosom! And Maria, Sister Dominique ruefully had to admit, could fill out a neckline!
In the bath all her…attributes all could been seen without embellishment! Firm cone handfuls (male handfuls!) of breastflesh, capped with vividly pink, puffy nipples perfect for nursing. Her already quite well parted hips indicated that the easy and frequent reception of her honorable husband in her conjugal responsibilities and the subsequent efficient delivery of his children into the world was expected without major incident. Naturally, it seemed to the Sister, she possessed smooth, firm, powerful legs resulting from years of gripping a horse’s flanks for she had been an expert equestrienne since the age of four. Finally and most noticeably her buttocks! Sister Dominique chastised herself severely for most noticing…staring actually, that part of her nubile anatomy! Her derriere was, in many ways, and in all ways sinful, her most…dramatic asset. Bulging round and full from years of horseback riding, yet still smooth and firm befitting her youth, they were parted by a deep, shadowy cleft whose nadir she had never seen!
There had been moments, though, where she impetuously had wanted to bury her face between those nether cheeks!
Now her Father, and Sister Dominique’s Master and Captain, commands they will go no farther! For three weeks they had been steadfastly marching to this place. Through impenetrable jungle, literally hacking a path through living forest they had never hesitated. The fastest running rivers and Hell-deep fissures suddenly appearing before them were attacked and bridged with skill, energy, and, yes even enthusiasm! Never was there a moment of complaint, or fear or even slowing down. Not for disease, natural disaster, or assault from barbaric jungle dwellers! Especially for jungle dwellers!
Through the most hellish land either Sister Dominique, or Captain de Cepeda admitted in a moment of intimacy, had either experienced, they had resolutely pressed on with God’s Mission! Eventual hesitation after such a jungle odyssey might be understood, even expected, in other men, but not the Sister’s heroic, Homeric Captain! Not when he was on his lifetime Mission of God!
Not when he was this close to the mythological Mayan treasure trove!
The nun shook her head in disbelief. Hesitation is suddenly not sufficient! He now even suggests retreat! In the face of nothing more challenging than approximately one hundred, apparently unarmed, nearly naked barbarian women! Most of them no older than herself!
Most disconcerting!
Furthermore, in nearly as great a shock, Captain de Cepeda’s officers and men appear to concur with him! With hundreds of bare breasted, fecund and, no doubt, quite willing women standing before them, they want to retreat!
This must be a miracle!
As if this was a miracle, as if God was now speaking to the virginal girl, Maria, sweet Maria, suddenly is not willing to abandon the quest, to leave with her Father! Briefly but violently they argue, her from her mount, he from the front of his troops, already in marching formation, unwilling to wait a moment’s longer to start the retreat. As well, Maria’s Father and Captain, too, cannot wait to leave!
But Maria also is adamant regarding leaving. What is this? She says God has spoken to her?! Can this be?!
Her Father threatens, cajoles, pleads like a terrified parent with his fearless and Spirit filled daughter before his shocked arraigned men, but to no avail! She will not leave this place! She must obey the Voice of God! She must go up the foothills of the mountain, the mountain called by the nearly naked Mayan girls “the Woman’s Phallus!”
A disgraceful, actually disgusting, name!
But, she had to admit, having once…twice…a few times, peeked into tents where Captain Cepeda's men ‘relieved themselves’, the aforesaid mountain peak did resemble, to a remarkable degree, the erect phallus!
But Maria remains fanatically emphatic, demanding her Father wait while she visits the pagan Temple at the foot of the mountain!
Why must she visit a pagan temple escaped Sister Dominique! What was God planning for this innocent?
But her attention was quickly brought back to the present when the Father/Daughter dissension reached a noisy crescendo. When the Father informs his Daughter that he will not wait while she completes her ‘mission’, the uncharacteristically furious Daughter reciprocates, spurring her horse and turning on her red faced father and his open mouthed troops. Without hesitation she makes for the mountain.
Now Sister Dominique is truly in a dilemma. Maria, looking over her departing left shoulder, silently orders her to follow, but Maria’s Father, and Sister Dominique’s Master and Captain, is looking at her, too! But the look Captain de Cepeda gives the Sister, wet eyed and crossed with anger, and fear, at his daughter’s rebellion, answers her dilemma.
Nodding to her Master and Captain’s silent plea to protect his daughter, she mounts her horse. As she hastens to catch up with the horsewoman, Sister Dominique could not ignore the sudden rise in excitement that fills her.
Was the excitement part of the starting of a new, small side adventure by her precious Maria? Or from the unholy and improper defiance of the girl’s Father?
Whatever the reason, the excitement had a distinct, and potent, tinge of…lust about it!
It was dark, hot, sticky. The large hut-like Temple was dimly lit by torches set around the circular walls. The torch light fought with drifting clouds of incense swirling across and up, venting out the hole in the apex of the roof. Sister Dominique was standing near the center of the forty foot diameter floor, gently but determinedly held in place by two young women attached to her arms. Her precious Maria, never out of her sight, was some six feet away, also held by two younger looking girls.
They had been in the village that possessed the Temple the entire day. The sun had set hours ago. Maria’s Father had left hours ago.
Sister Dominique had finally caught up to Maria only once she had entered the village. About halfway up the mountain foothills the village itself suddenly appeared as if out of nowhere at the end of a dramatically curving path, skillfully hidden from the foothills below by extensions of the surrounding jungle and rock strewn outcrops. It seemed as if the ancestors of the village had deliberately planted the extensive concealing walls of trees and bushes!
Maria was atop her horse, motionless and regally European in the middle of the village’s small central circle, when Sister Dominique rode up to her. All about her were barbaric natives, milling, gawking at her relatively pale skinned beauty, opening admiring, or at least staring, at her much more concealing dress in this depressingly humid land.
Only when Sister Dominique stopped and looked around them did she notice that only women were milling about them! Scores of women, young women no older than her, were all there was to be seen. No men at all!
They all wore skirt like sarongs that started just above their pubic mounds, or buttock crease in back, and ended just above their knees. Excepting that some wore a type of sandal, there was no other clothing.
From halfway between their pubic mound and navel upwards they were naked.
Never had Sister Dominique experienced such nakedness! Maybe it was the sheer numbers of semi-naked female flesh, maybe it was the heat and humidity, but the nun had never been…moved so much as she was now, staring at the…most impressive female flesh meandering about her.
They were magnificent in their innocent, simple exposure! Perfectly comfortable with their display, they ignored her wide eyed gape at them as they milled about the two horsed Europeans. In a word, Sister Dominique thought, they were perfect…
There must have been two score about them, all appearing to be between the ages of Maria and her Sister escort. Their skin was a uniform bronze, smooth, supple, showing vividly the underlying strong and sleek muscles of youth raised in intimate contact with nature. Their skin gleamed as if oiled, but it was mostly the constant, endless sheen of sweat from the hellishly hot and primordially humid equatorial regions.
Their gloriously displayed breasts were, of course, of different sizes, but they all shared one trait: The jutting firmness of youth. Some where smallish, half hand sized, some were impressively udder-like, taking up twice a grown man’s handful. But most fit in-between, approximating Maria’s delicious dimensions. All, though, were firm, jutting, conical with dark brown aureolas and stiff, protruding nipples eager for a baby’s (or man’s) hungry mouth. There was not a sign of sag or droop in any of them, as Sister Dominique was noticing about her, nonetheless, impressive breasts. All looked perfectly cone shaped. All looked like the breasts of a fourteen year old!
No wonder they displayed their ‘charms’ so willingly!
But, no men?!
Abruptly Sister Dominique saw Maria dismount. Following her lead, the nun saw that another woman, dressed quite differently, had appeared from out of the largest hut on the village circle. She was half naked, true, but had a large and feet tall headdress composed of many multicolored feathers that covered her head and trailed down her back nearly to the ground. Obviously someone of high prominence, she walked up to Maria, flanked by two escorts carrying what appeared to be approximately four foot long tubes of wood.
Maria’s upbringing stood her in good stead as the ‘Chieftain’ bowed and Maria replied with the same. Neither could understand the other’s language, so they stood there for an awkward moment.
Then the woman looked Maria up and down the girl’s impressive frame, appreciatively as if she were one of Captain’s de Cepeda’s ungentlemanly soldiers! Instantly the nun realized that the woman had something unspeakable in mind for her charge, and she began to move closer. But, before Sister Dominique could actually move closer, she watched this woman reach out and, cupping Maria’s jutting left breast, give the girl an all too sensuous squeeze right through her dress!
Maria, staring at the smiling woman’s beautiful face, just closed her eyes and moaned in innocent arousal!
Sister Dominique took two steps forward until she closed with the awful woman, and then slapped her groping hand away.
The woman now looked at the nun.
She was no longer smiling!
Holding her slapped hand before her, she briefly looked over her shoulder at her escort on her left. With a flick of her hand in the direction of Sister Dominique, she silently commanded.
The escort immediately raised the wooden tube to her lips and blew once, powerfully.
Then Sister Dominique felt a pinprick on her neck.
Instinctively reaching up, expecting to find some typically huge and disgusting blood sucking insect at her neck, instead she found a feathered dart!
Then the most torrid, mind numbing, sexually arousing sensation flooded her! Never had she imagined such burning lust! Her nipples hardened painfully, her nether regions flooded with naked feminine liquid lust, the most wicked chills fluttered up her spine and started her bulging buttocks jumping! It was all she could do not to rip off her habit and abuse herself!
Now smiling knowingly at the distressed, opening sweating nun, the woman hand signaled another woman to step up to the nun and dominantly seize her arm.
Futilely jerking her held arm away from the smirking young woman holding her, and unable to gain even an inch, Sister Dominique shook her head and mumbled through suddenly heavy lips. The young woman released her arm with one hand, then reached out and cupped the nun’s bulging right breast. Right through the Sister’s habit she hefted the feminine mass, testing its fullness, its mass. Then the bronze skinned beauty caught Sister Dominique’s jutting, pebble hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
With an arrogant smirk she twisted her grip around the pebble under the habit.
With a wild, animalistic moan Sister Dominique threw her head back, eyes closed tight, teeth clenched furiously, as the most wicked jolts of unholy pleasure seized her. She could only stand there, before her precious Maria and the minions of Satan gathered around her, as her stiffened body jerked and shuddered under the young barbarian’s nipple grip.
She could hear some of the women around her chuckle knowingly and humiliatingly at her helpless response.
After a minute of loud, catatonic pleasure seizure, her captor released her aching nipple. It took her a good minute more before she could relax her tetanic muscles. Then she could only stand there, head down, sweat streaming down her forehead and off her nose.
Once she had calmed to a deep pant, the headdressed woman barked a command and her captor pulled on her held arm with no nonsense force. Unwillingly, but without any means of resisting, she meekly followed her captor.
As she was dragged away Sister Dominique saw through her arousal glazed eyes the headdressed woman lift Maria’s hem and reach up under her long dress…
She spent the remainder of the day in a hut, alone save for her guard, writhing on a thin mat. Never had she ever experienced the heat and need of that day! She felt so…empty! Her lower parts felt so empty! She craved something between her legs! Many a time she caught herself pressing her desperate hands up against her loins, relishing the brief flashes of wondrous pleasure the hand pressure gave!
She was so empty!
And her guard did nothing. That is, to her! The guard just squatted at the doorway, watching and smirking as the nun sweated and thrashed on the floor.
It was long after dark before two more young women arrived to pick her up and half lead, half drag her to the ‘Temple’ a little farther up the mountain.
Now they were alone in the humid, torrid ‘Temple’ amongst these brown skinned, big nosed women.
Maria and herself were the only ones there wearing any notion of modest clothing. As Sister Dominique stood, trying not to sway too much under the darts seemingly never ending influence, she could see that everyone else there had changed what little clothes they normally wore. All of the women were still dramatically and lusciously bare chested. But now they had exchanged their sarong-like skirts for a scandalously brief loin cloth composed of two narrow, hardly three inches wide, off-white colored knee length cloth strips that just managed, unless the woman moved, to cover their shaved genitals and sweat-slick buttock cleavage.
Sister Dominique tried to observe Maria, to see if she, too, was under the black magic of the dart. But the girl was still, and gave no indication of any mood or desire…
Then, from behind and the sides, drumming began! First one, then several drums began, all playing together in perfect synchrony. The tone of the drums was deep, almost kettledrum deep. The frequency struck one more in the belly than the ears. Sister Dominique’s already sensitive and aroused feminine organs vibrated and quivered to the beats.
Quickly her body registered that the vibrations in her belly were not unpleasant. Downright arousing! Tranquilizing! Blissful!
The rhythm of the drums was quite strange. Distinctly alien, it could not have originated from Spain, or any European, or civilized, country! The rhythm was hypnotic, driving, relentless in demanding your full attention. The cadence was sensuous, intensely sensuous…
The women around her instantly began to sway to the beat. To bend their narrow, firm waists to and fro. Sway their wide brown hips in liquid smooth pendulum swings. Displaying those bulging, brown buttocks undulating and flexing.
Their loin cloths began to sway, their strips swinging side to side until their loins would become completely exposed for a mind rattling moment at each peak of the pendulum pivot.
Sister Dominique caught herself staring at the swaying loins of the woman…girl before her.
She was sweating so! Sister Dominique was sweating like a barbarian trollop in heat!
It must be the habit, she desperately told herself, while fighting to not start swaying herself to the devilish drumbeat. She shouldn’t be wearing something so…constricting. “Remove the habit!” suddenly filled her head.
“No!” Dominique gasped out, even before the hands of the woman stepping up behind her could make contact. But that was all she said as the unseen woman back of her skillfully sliced apart her stays with a Holy Obsidian Blade of Sacrifice and pulled open Sister Dominique’s habit’s backside.
She could only shake her head in abject humiliation as she let her arms droop at her sides so the woman could more easily pull her habit over her shoulders. Then she closed her eyes in mortification as her pear shaped, double handfuls of woman flesh fell out. The hisses and coos from the gawking females around her, admiring her impressive ‘charms’, whom she now realized for the first time were specifically watching, and enjoying, her mortifying disrobing, forced her eyes closed even tighter and her fists clench in impotent rage at herself as the top of her habit cleared them.
Then her eyes popped open and a loud gasp filled the air as the woman behind her reached around and filled her own hands with Sister Dominique’s udders. “Nooooo!” she wailed in despair as the woman expertly manipulated her breasts, then cruelly pinched down on her rock hard nipples. Those hands feel so good!
Just what I need, popped into her sex fevered mind.
When the woman nuzzled and kissed her neck, sending blissful shudders down her spine, then twisted her nipples to near painful intensity, Sister Dominique moaned just as loudly and, eyes closing, she leaned her head back against the woman’s strong shoulder.
The woman…actually High Priestess, nodded to the others and the drumming abruptly increased. A chorus of young Mayan voices replaced the drums.
The song, even in an unrecognizable language, sent shivers up the young Nun.
The two girls alongside her pulled her clothes completely down her, now quivering, legs, completely exposing her.
“Oh God!” she wailed as the High Priestess’ right hand left her throbbing breast and began sliding down her heaving, sweaty belly. She knew, everyone knew, the goal of that hand.
As the hand passed through her thick bush of pubic hair, then powerfully plunged between her thighs, parting her soaked, elongated labia with ease to plunge into her waiting, soaked womanhood, all she could wail was, “Oh God! No!”
Then, with her clit rolling between two devil-guided fingers, a voice exploded in her head: “I am your Goddess!”
Her eyes flew open, focusing with difficulty upon the darkened Altar some ten feet before her. Quivering wildly, unable to decide whether she welcomed or feared what those fingers were going to do to her…were going to make her do, her jaw dropped when she saw what was jutting out of the darkness atop the Altar steps!
As she gawked the voice returned, “I am your Goddess! Observe and worship my gift to you!”
She was looking at a phallus! An enormous phallus! Incredibly proportioned, it had to be twice, no three times the length of those erections she had spied on in camp so long ago!
“Come and receive the Holy Gift!”
The women were chanting now at their peak, but Sister Dominique was not listening, even if she had known what the chanting meant. Her eyes were locked on the phallus.
Then a movement to her side, near her precious Maria, caught her attention. They were stripping Maria! No, they had stripped the girl! In all her glorious, lush nakedness, she, too, was staring at the phallus! The two girls with her began running their hands over her sweaty body.
And Maria moaned, so sweetly, as her rock hard nipples were pinched and her black thatch of pubic hair was toyed with. Sister Dominique had never heard such a delightful, arousing moan as Maria had just given.
The voice in her head broke her concentration: “I will take her, if you wish it!”
The fingers between her labia started up again. It was all Sister Dominique could do to reply, “No! Not her! Oh, please! not her! Take me, if you must! Not her! PLEASE!”
“I will! The only question was which one of you virgins I possess first!”
Then, suddenly, Sister Dominique was in the air! Women, unnoticed by her in her sexual stupor, had surrounded her and now she was lifted up until she was horizontal. Wide spread legs first, she was directed towards the alter.
And the phallus!
She looked over at Maria, perhaps for the last time, and saw to her horror that she was no longer held, but stood free, a dreamy smile on her beautiful, innocent face, while the two girls ran heavily oiled hands all over her devilishly delicious body!
Then Sister Dominique’s legs were spread far, far apart! Obscenely far apart! As far apart as a woman can open herself for her man!
Or Goddess!
Her knees bent, her wide spread legs raised, her loins, the great slash up between her pulled up and apart thighs that ran from her clitoris to her tailbone, was now the foremost part of her.
Aimed right at the phallus!
Then long nailed hands gripped her full buttocks and lifted her hips up.
Wide eyed, she saw for what purpose her hips were being raised.
To line up her virginal womanhood with the monstrous phallus!
A phallus just two feet away!
A phallus that had just flexed! It moved!
It was real! Alive!
When the precum drooling cockhead, as big as a soldier’s fist, touched Sister Dominique’s untouched before privates, her head exploded… “You are mine! Service me, and you will be rewarded! This will be your reward!”
With four woman driving her against the spongy, firm, potent cockhead, even her virginity could not withstand. With a pop, and a howl, Sister Dominique found a new religion…