The Abduction! Day Five
Our UNICEF worker wakes up to find her captor naked, asleep and still half drunk in the bed alongside hers.
Thankfully I didn’t hear him when he crawled back to the room. A room is all you can call this place. There isn’t anything else, no kitchen, no living room, no nothing, only four square walls and a door. The half-opened door ushered in the bright morning sun as I looked to the left to witness the naked outline of my captor lying sprawled on his bed.
Most mornings, I saw him, he slept on his back, but today he took a fetal position with his taut, muscular ass facing the sky. He had that solid athletic look, sleek and sculpted. How old he was, I couldn’t precisely say. Perhaps he himself didn’t rightly know either a common thing in these parts.
He was undoubtedly sleeping that drunken sleep where one’s body prepares for the shock of an awakening hangover with its welcoming dry mouth and hopping headache. I dared not to wake him. There was a moment last night; he induced fear upon me, but my fear tolerance has surpassed previous thresholds.
I wonder what caused him to drink to oblivion – his harrowing tale of family murder, not to mention the other skeletons lurking in his head, perhaps. I didn’t know.
Eventually, he flipped over on his back and opened his eyes. I could see him struggling with his dry mouth as he tried to summon moisture from his dehydrated body. My eyes also darted and fixed on his flaccid cock as it hung neatly on his thigh. Covered mainly by the foreskin, I could barely see the devil’s eye as he peered at me from its purple head.
“Woman! I see you are looking at my cock again. I know how unusual it is for a white woman to see such a thing.” He said with a serious tone wrapped in the slightest veil of sarcasm.
He was still drunk but much further to sobriety than the wild beast that roamed the compound the previous night. He turned his body to face mine and scanned me from head to toe.
“I haven’t said this before to you, but you are a mighty fine woman in every sense of the word. The way you have withstood and handled what for you must be a most harrowing and disconcerting situation has displayed your extreme bravery.” He said this while looking deeply into my eyes and holding mine in return.
“Well, thank you for your kind words. A person never knows how to handle a situation until thrust into it. Perhaps it awakens a survival mode within us. You do what you have to do.” I said, emphasising my last sentence.
Suddenly he flopped from his bed to mine and was now face-to-face with me as our bodies aligned. He stroked and caressed my facade and brought his lips to mine, and kissed me deeply.
He caught me a little by surprise, but I guess the aftereffects of the alcohol had loosened his resolve and general formal sternness. He was warm and loving as he continued to kiss my lips, and his left hand softly massaged my legs, ass and sides. His cock was now stiff and rigid as it sprung from his being, threatening to bring pain and pleasure where ever it would strike.
With my right hand handcuffed to the wall behind me and my left in an awkward position, I could not participate as I would wish. But yet, my helplessness made this situation all the more alluring. There was now a wild hungry passion in his eyes as he removed his lips from my mouth and cast his gaze upon my body.
In one swift movement, he grabbed my nightdress at the front and tore it in half before ripping and pulling it from my body. And without drawing breath, he set about my body kissing and sucking flesh with mad abandon. Passively I surrendered to his firey desires and willingly parted my legs for him to easier lap and lick my now-drenched pussy.
There was something different in the way African men eat pussy. Any man I had before seemed to squirm and gag while attempting to feast before my love altar. But these men tongued and dined on me like it was their last meal. They also took their time, not in a rush to reach their own gratification.
My body had only reawakened days earlier and yearned for his attention. Now that he had arrived, I didn’t want it to stop.
By the time his leaking hard cock entered me, I had already cum four times, and as he fucked me, I screamed and roared in ecstasy as if he was exorcising evil spirits from my being.
After a time of ploughing my sodden pussy, a creamy white slick developed along his cock as his friction with my juices formed a substance of its own. Now hammering harder and faster, I felt him move closer to climax. Unfortunately, as the barrage of orgasms washed over me, I lost consciousness and only woke later to find myself naked and alone with a pool of clear liquid dripping from my raw pussy.
If this was to be living in captivity, then I wanted more. And something told me there was much more to come.
For the rest of that day, I slept naked in that room and waited for his return. And when he did, he fed me and made love to me in equal measure as I was as happy as I ever could imagine.
