The Abduction! Day Four
An Abducted UNICEF worker in Angola finds herself getting a strange reaction to a herbal mix provided by her captor. She asks him why.
There was definitely something strange about the nightly herbal mix I got. It did its initial job of helping me to sleep, but it was causing me to have lucid sex dreams and leaving me all hot and horny the following morning, indeed for the whole day. I think the drink had similar effects on my captor as every morning. His erection throbbed against his pure white sheets.
I finally plucked up the courage to ask him about the herbal drink.
“I’m beginning to think there are some side effects to that drink you give me,” I asked him.
“What do you mean? It helps you to sleep, does it not?” He replied.
“Well, yes, of course, but there is something else. I think it induces wet fantasies and very unusual levels of sexual arousal. I think this may be the same for you also.”
He stood for a second, evaluating my query before providing a reply.
“You are perfectly correct in your summarisation of that concoction. It’s been an ever-present recipe in our family for generations. While primarily a sleep aid, it can also work as an aphrodisiac for people who haven’t been engaging in any recent sexual activity. It’s believed to be the reason why in our family, marriages stay strong and loyal.”
I lay there aghast at this extraordinary story. It was a reasonable explanation of what I was experiencing. At that, I felt I should probe further to see if I could garner more information about this wild jungle mix.
“So, I take it, considering your reaction to the potion, that you aren’t sexually active at this time?”
My rather personal question as to his sex life caused him to recoil slightly and cast his eyes towards the ceiling as if his answer was there in writing on the broken plaster. Eventually, he returned his gaze towards me and articulated his response.
“Yes, you are right. I haven’t been intimate with anyone since my wife and children were murdered by government troops last year. Their killing was for no other reason than being my family.”
His burning explanation escaped his mouth, but its origin came from deep within his wounded soul. Despite his answer, I wanted more; I wanted to know who he was to have such a hideous crime committed against his family.
This time his eyes turned from a soft lamentable stare to a fiercely stern, almost angry look.
“I think I’ve said too much; after all, this is strictly a professional acquaintance between us. Next week or whenever the hell you go back to the world, they will want to talk to you. And they will want to know who I am and where to find me. I am sorry about all of this arousal you’ve had. All I want is to help you sleep at night and make this ordeal as less painful as possible. That’s all.”
His voice tailed off towards the end of his outburst as a slow fog of affection crept and cooled his proceeding anger. A fuller picture of his tortured soul emerged, but his natural, kind and caring self preempted any turn to violence. A warm fussy sentiment glowed within me as I gave him a long empathic look. I wanted to ease his pain and suffering; however, I could satisfy him.
He left the room shortly after our conversation, and it wasn’t until late that night he returned. There was a considerable change in his demeanour when he returned, as I noticed a slight stumble in his walk and a hazy, glazed look in his eyes. I quickly averted my gaze so as not to attract his attention. But it was too late.
“So, there you are, the woman that likes to watch me sleep, the woman who stares at my big hard cock in the morning. Would you like to see it now? Would you like to see me undress?”
He was extremely drunk and, as a result, completely unpredictable. He began a slow strip in front of me. Placing his flashlight on the ground in front of him, he created a giant shadow of himself on the wall behind him, almost as if it was a stage performance.
He was soon naked and ensuring I got a good look at his flaccid drunk cock. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared of him then, but with his little performance finished, he disappeared again into the warm night to stumble and wander in the nude in search of something only his drunken disoriented mind could answer.
I was happy to see him leave. The alcohol left a wild look in his eyes, much different from his usual kind stern self when sober. I prayed and hoped he went somewhere to sleep it off and return remorseful and straight in the morning.
