The Initiation

I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. The bowl of salty nuts usually offered to patrons in such establisments was nowhere to be found. I was hungry, and this crappy little bar--the only one open anywhere within miles--didn't have any snacks. I caught the eye of the bartender and pointed at an empty wooden bowl near me. "Refill?" I asked. The bartended shook his head. "Sorry, were out"

I casually scanned the room, looking for anything that might take my mind off my hunger. A striking couple sat at a table in the corner of the bar. The man was speaking quietly while the woman smiled. Occasionally, she would lower her face and then gaze at him penetratingly.

I focussed my attention on his voice. He had an accent, but I couldn't make out the origin. I would have sworn that at one point he said the words "captured" and "kept as a sex slave." But that couldn't be right, I thought, There's no way in hell he just said that. Still, I slid down the bar another two seats in the hope of hearing him more clearly.

Then he said, unmistakably: "I'm guessing you would manage quite well, if such a fate befell you. Your skills would serve you well and help you survive, if not thrive."

Hmm, I thought. For a whole-in-the-wall bar, this was pretty interesting entertainment.

Then the man leaned toward the woman, a buxom blonde with fine skin. "A string of bizarre events in this country and abroad have turned the world upside down," the man said. "You've been separated from your family and cannot communicate with them. However, the last word you received--indirectly and quite by chance--suggests they are safe. You cling to the belief they are."

If this guy is making a move on her, his technique is rather odd, I thought. I shifted on the barstool, and took another sip of beer. Something, the alcohol or the crazy story teller-- I couldn't tell which--was doing something to my head.

The man continued: "Life in the city has has become chaotic in the truest sense of the word. Gangs control the streets; many 'normal' people have headed for the countryside, although no one knows for sure if it is better there. For lack of options, you decide to follow the flow of people into the hinterlands. You pack your valuables into a knapsack one night and head out into the dark; you hope that the rumors it is safer to travel in the dark than in the light are true."

And then: "You don't make it very far before you learn the rumors are wrong."

My heart stopped. I'd been watching the blonde's eyes while the man spoke. Her face had blanched the moment he used those words .

Holy, fucking crap, I thought. Was she going to be ok? Was it a turn on or turn off this guy was after? I couldn't begin to tell.

The man continued. "While carefully making your way alongside a suburban street bordered by trees, you think you hear the snap of a branch to your left. You stop. but an instant later you find yourself lying on the grass, your feet being handled roughly. Someone is using a rope to tie you up, you realize. You begin to scream and resist. But the rope is knotted in no time at all, and the person who had grabbed you has shifted to place his knees on your shoulders. Soon, a damp rag has been placed in your mouth. You gag and reduce your noisemaking to a loud whimper."

Okay, I thought, that's pretty intense foreplay, if I'm hearing this right. I gulped the rest of my beer as the man continued speaking. "Moments later, the person who attacked you places something near your face. It smells like a strong chemical, and it starts to make you dizzy. Seconds later, you black out."

I looked back at the woman again. The color in her face had returned, and her eyes seemed to be begging the man to continue.

***

You awake what must be hours later in a what appears to be a warehouse of some sort. Your feet are no longer tied, but you are handcuffed to a steel pole that is as thick as your wrist and extends from floor to ceiling.

A tall and muscular man is sitting in a chair at a table perhaps 20 feet away from you. You feel anger and fear. "Who are you and why have locked me you locked me up?" Only then do you realize that you are naked. He turns toward you but says nothing. "Why am I here?" you say, your voice raising in anger. He stands and walks to a point directly in front of you.

"What is your name?" he growls.

"Roxy", you reply. And again you ask "Why am I here?"

"This is your Initiation," he says. And again but slower, almost taunting, "I-ni-ti-a-tion."

"Initiation? Initiation for what?", you demand.

"You will see soon," he says. He then lays his broad hand across your hair before it slides down across your neck and then your chest. "Gordo will like you," he says, and smiles.

After what seems like hours, another man enters the warehouse from a side door. He sees that you have been lying on a dingy cot set next to the wall. The metal handcuff that had held you to the pole has been removed. In its place, a looser elastic rope has been tied to your wrist and attached to a bar along the wall next to the bed.

The new man looks at you carefully. "I will get you a better blanket," he says, "and some food." Only a minute or two later he returns from a side store room with a sheet, clean blanket, hard bread, and mild cheese. He returns to the room for a jug of water.

He places the blanket and sheet on the bed and holds a piece of bread to your mouth. You chew and swallow. The muscular nature of his build belies the softness of his eyes, you think. Still, you cannot understand why this is happening to you. However, you feel fear less than you do uncertainty.

The man places his rough palm against your face and smiles.There is a sweet scent, almost like coconuts, on his skin. His hand slides down your side, across your tummy, and then to the swath of hair that now grows above your pussy. The last time you shaved down there was, well, before things had gone all haywire.

"Rico says your name is Monique." You nod, once, even less afraid than you'd been before.. The man's index finger draws a line from the upper part of your pubic area directly to the folds of your vagina. Then his finger curls slightly and gently enters you. You groan, while your knees wobble and you fall back to the bed.

The man moves to the bedside and spreads apart your legs. Though captive, you marvel at beauty of his massive cock.

You slide backwards to adjust your position on the bed and pull your knees toward your chest and outward. Your puss is ripening with each passing second. The man, who your original captor called Humdo, lowers his mouth to the inside of your thighs and kisses you. In fact, his mouth begins to create an arc of kisses that is centered on your pubic bone. The kisses continue down the other thigh and then return to your vagina.

He stops to breathe in your scent and you you being a shudder. "Are you cold?" Humdo asks. "No," you reply, almost panting. "I'm the opposite... Burning."

He smiles and uses his hands to form a small frame around you pussy. He then does something no one had done to you in a long time: he dives his tongue deep into your cunt and begins to lap the exquisite juices you have begun to form there. The motion is unlike anything you have ever experienced. It feels as though his tongue is slowly rotating and pulsing at the same time.

You can't believe the intensity of the stimulation he is achieving. Your head begins to swim but you fight it because the light headedness dims the intensity of the pleasure oh-so-slightly. While licking and sucking you, he moves one hand to begin a gentle rubbing of your soft tummy. He then slides the other hand under your ass and lifts you slightly, He pushes his growing manhood back toward your pussy, as he had done when he first approached you.

You feel incredible. You can't believe you feel that way, but you do. You are essentially a prisoner, but you are at peace. The man who controls you, and your destiny, stands before you. You could ask to be let free. But you don't want to be free; you want to be fucked.

"Hot, you say," Gordo intones. "If you are hot, we must do something." He reaches over to the small table next to the bed and picks up the pitcher that had been placed there with a small plastic cup. Gordo moves closer. He lifts the pitcher and holds it over your body. As he begins to pour the water from the pitcher onto your body your skin reacts instantly. Goosebumps form on your pale skin. He laughs. "It looks like I must warm you again, and soon, if I don't want you to shivver."

Your eyes beg him to come to you your lips and tongue beckon. He sees the passion in your expression and slowly and carefully lowers his penis to the lips of your vagina. With a slight shifting of his hips he enters you, and begins a rythmic shifting to and fro, He places the thumbe and index fingers of his hands on each nipple and squeezes without changing his pace. Your pussy has gone from warm to moist to wet to drenched in a matter of a half dozen of his manly pumps.

He then places a hand on each of your hips and positions you to allow his pumps to enter still deeper. Your clit is vibrating from the contant with the shaft of his cock. "Humdo, make me cum," you whisper at the same time you are trying to establish in your mind that this could not be a dream.

"Oh, I will make you cum, dear lady."

A look of earnest dedication crossses his face. "I want fill you with my... " he says but his words trail off. You cannot but think to yourself that this man, fucking you as though on a mission, looks much too serious, much too concerned about your orgasm, and not enough concerned about his own.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you slowly bring the index finger of your left hand to your pussy, where it becomes bathed in your wetness. Then, ever so carefully, you guide your hand around his thigh, between his buttocks, and, with intention, to his anus.

You slide the tip of your finger in him slightly, to the first joint. He groans once again, and his eyes start to roll back in his head; you know now it will not take long.

You then decide to move your right hand between his legs and up to his scrotum, where you deftly squeeze his balls. He howls--but with joy--and bites your neck. His hips pound faster into yours. In a moment, you feel the unmistakable sensation of cum being squirted into your pussy.

He is literally filling you with his cum. The flow os unlike anything you have every experienced. It is as though his fluid contains a drug that induces euphoria. And the volume is almost breathtaking, you think, as you feel his liquid dripping from your pussy down your thighs like warm oil.

At that moment, the rythmic pumping of his cock has broken through your last defenses, and you being to cum as well.

The muscles in your vagina contract slowly at first. But then, taking a moment to refocuss your attention, you realize that Humdo has turned the tables and is sliding the tip of his own index finger into your ass.

You feel an explosion of pleasure, and then a series of orgasmic aftershocks. Humdo has collapsed, with his face buried in your breasts and his hands on your shoulders.

Though exhausted, you are seized by the temptation to be naughty. So you roll Humdo to one side and then onto his back. He resists only momentarily.

His cock is glistening with a mixture of his fantastic cum and your own juices. You bend down and begin to lap his shaft and glans. "Oh my god!" he exclaims.

You smile.

The combination of cum and juice on his cock is alluring, and you lick, lap, and suck until he can stand it no more. Finished, you collapse beside him and quickly drift off to sleep, in deep embrace.

***

You squint and shake your head as you struggle to regain your focus. The empty beer mug drops from you hand and crashes to the floor without breaking. The blonde looks toward you, smiles, and then, to your amazement, blows you a kiss. Your jeans are wet and you cuss yourself for cream in your own shorts/

The bartender gives you a sympathetic look and slides a bowl of nuts down the bar. "We had some in the back." He then looks at the couple in the corner. They return his gaze and he chuckles to himself. "Next time we'll have more."