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by Rebecca Milton


  Nothing could prepare me for the stench on board, as I saw that there weren’t just passengers, but also livestock that were going with us. Taking a seat in the back, I was at least away from most of the smell, and I was able to alleviate some more by opening up a window. I was getting some odd looks, and I suppose that that wasn't very surprising, considering that I was the only blonde white woman on board. Nobody said anything, but I was getting the distinct impression that I wasn't wanted.

  We trudged along bouncing along the road, making the required stops and dropping off the people that had gone as far as they needed to.

  There was going to be some serious language barriers, but that couldn't be helped. My fervent hope was that I would be able to find a guide and somebody that spoke the good old USA of English.

  The pavement on the road became more of a jagged path, and there were only four other passengers on board besides myself. The beige safari vest I was wearing had everything I needed from a black notebook, pens and paper, as well as a recording device and camera. I had everything at my fingertips.

  Suddenly, the sound of gunfire and loud voices accosted the silence, leaving me to duck down and take cover behind the seat in front of me. The bus came to a jolting stop, with three men in khaki attire getting on board with automatic weapons strapped over their shoulders. They were speaking a language that I didn't know, but I think they came to that conclusion on their own.

  A man with dark and foreboding eyes stepped forward with his gun pointed at my chest. “Stay seated, and you won't be hurt. This bus is being hijacked, and everybody on board is going to be put up for ransom.”

  I didn't like the sound of that, and I have heard of such nonsense happening in Third World countries, but had never been witness to such an ordeal.

  “If everybody cooperates, you should be released very quickly,” he was directing his comments towards me, and his sense of urgency was very easy to understand.

  “I am on a serious assignment, and I don't have time for this.” I knew that I had overstepped my bounds, and the look that I was receiving was making me feel like my life was in jeopardy. Sitting back down, I put my hands across my chest indignantly, showing my displeasure for what they were putting me through.

  ***

  Over the next couple of days, everybody else was released, but then they came to me. The same man with the dark and foreboding eyes came to see me. “Your editor told us that they don't negotiate with terrorists, which means you're going to be our guest for a little while longer.” He wasn't saying that maliciously, although the other two men standing over by the door wasn't being very subtle with their intentions. They were rubbing their crotches, and licking their lips, while undressing me with their eyes.

  Leaning forward, I whispered, “Don’t let them touch me.” I implored with my voice quivering with fear, but with my eyes showing my bravery at the very prospect of fighting them off. If they were going to assault me sexually, they were going to be in for one hell of a fight.

  “You don't have to worry, as long as I'm around they will not get any where near you.” He said it with such confidence that I actually believed every single word. There was something about him that was comforting in some way, and I felt like he was actually trying to protect me.

  ***

  A week went by, and I could see that the others were getting antsy, and it would only be a matter of time before they had their way with me. If I didn't do something soon, I would be passed around like a pack of cigarettes in prison. It's not like I haven't experimented in the past, but it was all consensual and in the moment, and nothing that I regretted to this day.

  At least they gave me some privacy to take a warm shower, and use the facilities from time to time. Although I had this funny feeling that my mysterious benefactor was responsible for that, and without him I cringed at the very idea of what could be happening.

  ***

  I was sleeping, but my senses were on high alert, just in case one of these men couldn't keep it in their pants. There was a scraping sound at the door, and I opened one eye to find out what the cause was, only to see my dark and foreboding protector coming to me in a blind panic.

  “We have to go, they haven't been able to get a ransom for you, and have decided to sell you off to the highest bidder.” This remark made me look at him with shock, and then images of a story I did a couple of years ago came flooding back into my subconscious.

  It was about a human trafficking ring, and some of the pictures of the girls after they had been used and abused were not for the faint of heart. They would make sure that they were hooked on some sort of drug, most likely cocaine, and then they would do unspeakable things to them until they had no more use for them.

  He tossed me a pair of pants and a shirt that was too baggy for my form, and then he pulled my hair up into the air, covering it with a ball cap. His fingers were covered in some kind of oily substance, and he used that to smear the stuff all over my face. Putting a pair of gloves over my colored digits, he ushered me out of the room and down the hall as quickly as we could go.

  “Keep your head down low, and we might just get out of here without them realizing you are gone until it's too late,” he hissed out in hushed tones, so that I was only one that could hear him.

  We made it almost to the top level, when we came across a sentry, who just had to stop us and talk to my new friend with his own language. He produced a bottle of some kind, and it looked to me like he had come prepared for any eventuality. They began to laugh, probably an inside joke, so I pretended to know what they were talking about and gave a little chuckle. Making sure that my voice was lower than normal, the other guard didn't really pay me much mind, instead concentrating on the libation that he was currently consuming.

  After several minutes, I was getting a little nervous, but there wasn't really anything I could do. The guard was starting to slur his words, and I could see that he was swaying back and forth on his feet with the bottle waving back and forth in his hand. He finally fell back, landing on the chair at the door, with his head falling forward onto his chest.

  The bottle almost crashed, but my good Samaritan was there to snatch it before it did. Motioning me to follow him, we went out into the night air, and I could smell the smog from some kind of factory nearby assaulting my senses. The air was thick with the stuff, but it didn't seem to bother my mystery man in the very least. Heading over to the fence, he pulled back a cut out piece, leaving me just enough room to struggle through.

  He joined me, and then we ran into the woods, not slowing down and pushing ourselves to the very limit. I think the only reason why we were doing that, was because it was very possible that my disappearance would be reported any second. The more space we had between them and us the better.

  Every time that I thought I was going to stop, he would push me to go a little further, until finally we reached the top of a hill overlooking a very beautiful countryside. The sun was barely rising over the trees, giving off these magical colors that danced majestically through the trees.

  There wasn't much time for sightseeing, as he only gave us a few minutes to rest, but in that time he had pulled off his mask revealing his Mediterranean features. I don't think he was a local, but somebody that had been transplanted here a long time ago.

  “My name is Mikos, and I came here to see my friend, only to get caught up in all of this. I've only been a part of this rebel force for about two months, but in all that time I knew that I was making a mistake. I tried to get out, but with them watching my every move, I just couldn't find the right opportunity to run.”

  He was unburdening his soul, telling me his life story and how he was an only child. His father was a drunk, and he had to take drastic action when he saw his father beating his mother.

  The next thing he knew he had a gun in his hand, and a tendril of smoke was coming off the barrel, and he didn't even feel the discharge. I was actually starting to sympathize with him, and it didn't hurt that he had
those dark and soulful eyes, or the fact that he had a hard body that I almost wished that we had enough time so that I could explore every single inch.

  Mikos was watching me intently, and he reached over and used his thumbs to wipe off the greasy substance off my face. We were now looking at each other, and I could feel a desire to kiss him, but I wasn't sure if I was willing to take that chance. I didn't have to, as he grabbed me by the back of the hair and pulled me in for a kiss that had me wanting more. “I’m sorry, but I just couldn't help myself, you're just too damn gorgeous.” His tone was brash and bold, but at the same time very manly and appealing.

  To show him that I was willing and able, I reached down and took a hold of the fabric of my khaki shirt. I looked at him with my teeth biting into my bottom lip, and then I lifted it over my head to reveal my upturned breasts to his gaze.

  Not giving me any indication that he was interested, I noticed that his cock was now raising its head. If that wasn't a sure sign of arousal, then I don't know what is. His head dipped low, pushing my breasts together so that he could take both nipples into his mouth. It was so erotic to be doing this out in the open like this, with the cool air making my skin shiver with the sensation.

  “I must look a fright,” I said as I tried to pull the knots out of my hair, to make myself more presentable.

  “No, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. You are so strong and brave, and you make me want to be a better man,” he said while holding my face in his hands, and that was the only thing he had to say to turn up the temperature.

  I attacked him with the express purpose of getting him naked, tearing at his clothes with my fingernails, ripping them in such a way that the shirt was now tattered and laying in pieces on the ground.

  I couldn't control my sexual urges, as I reached for his belt line, undoing the buttons and pulling his zipper down with just my teeth. Looking up at him, I was now holding onto his package with both hands, and still there had to be at least a couple of inches to go.

  No words had to be spoken, as I felt his excitement evident in that blue underwear, and I licked the fabric with my tongue, before putting my hands on the waistband and pulling them down past his knees. He was the dictionary meaning of all man, with his cock projecting from his midsection obscenely.

  “You do have a way with words, and I hope that it wasn't just a line to get into my pants.” I let him know in no uncertain terms that I would not be manipulated, and I would give him one chance to come clean.

  “There is nothing but truth coming from these lips, and I have been wanting to be with you since we first met. I didn't think that my feelings would be reciprocated, and you couldn't surprise me more with what you are doing,” he told me, as I measured each word for duplicity, and finding none. Licking the shaft, I felt him shudder, and his eyes closed for a split second, until he opened them, obviously not wanting to miss any of this.

  I opened my mouth, and slowly I made that cock vanish, until there was nothing left but the lipstick marks on his stomach. Deciding to show him a little something that I had learned, I stuck out my tongue and gave his family jewels a little attention. This made his cock head swell inside of my throat, but I put my hand around his base, and squeezed off the flow before he could go off prematurely.

  “Please, I need to cum.” That wasn't exactly true, as he probably wanted to, but he certainly didn't need to. I looked up at him with my mouth still full, and I shook my head back and forth to let him know that it wasn't going to happen.

  Every time that he got close, I would stop him and wait until he was beyond the point of caring. After the fourth turn of denying him his release, he pulled free, pushing me down onto the ground, while at the same time stripping me of my man pants and panties with one motion.

  My legs were spread forcefully, and he attacked me like a man possessed. I had turned him into a wild heathen, and his tongue was masterfully playing my body like a fiddle. Everything that he was doing was a byproduct of not allowing him to lose his nut. It's amazing to me just what a man will do if you subject them to that kind of torture, and it was turning out that Mikos was no different.

  I could see that he was stroking his hardness, moving his fingers up and down the length, keeping himself at readiness. I could feel the ground biting into my back, but it was of no concern, as this overwhelming sensation pulled me into a pleasurable abyss.

  He had taken my clit into his mouth, sucking it back and forth like it was a tiny cock, making my entire body go out of control. My legs were visibly trembling, and my hair was whiplashing back and forth on the ground. “AHHHHHHHHH,” I screamed, with the birds and the wildlife making their presence known by joining me in the cacophony of sounds that echoed in the forest.

  “Damn, you are intoxicating, and make me want you even more,” he said with his hands holding onto my ass, and looking at me like he was going to eat me up with a spoon. His lips were already coated with my sauce, and his cock was dripping profusely down the side of the shaft. He used it to spread his creamy cum all over his 8-inch monster, and then he was ready for his just desserts.

  “Yes…don’t just give me the tip.... I want it all,” I told him with my lips quivering, and his cock head just breaching my perimeter. If I didn't know any better, I think he was trying to get back at me for what I had put him through. He extracted it, and then put it back in and then back out again. Just the head was making entry, and I looked up at him with pleading eyes, until he finally gave in.

  “Oh my god... you have a very big cock, and you certainly know how to use it,” I moaned, as he moved forward with his hips, until there was nothing left but his balls slapping off my ass.

  He was a take charge kind of guy, using his legs as leverage, and his arms holding him up with sweat dripping down off his forehead. His size dwarfed my diminutive form of just over 5 feet tall, compared to his over 6 feet and what had to be at least 200 muscular pounds.

  This spontaneous coupling was showing how much a man he really was, as he put me through my paces, holding onto my ass with his fingers digging into the skin. My body was on fire, and his hose was the only thing that was going to put it out. Reaching up, I pulled at his nipples, and you would think that I had done something out of the ordinary.

  His lips opened up, and his eyes were practically bulging as much as his cock was between my legs. I could feel every inch consumed in my heated embrace, as I looked him in the eye and pushed myself up against him to meet him stroke for stroke.

  Each time that we came together, I could feel his hips making contact with my pubic bone, and rubbing me in just the right way to stimulate me even further. My hands grabbed onto his balls, feeling the heaviness weigh down in my palm. He was definitely sporting quite the load in there, and I wanted to feel it shoot inside me.

  His movements were getting more erratic, and his breathing was getting faster with each stroke. My pussy was twisting around his shaft, when all hell broke loose, with my eyes showing the intense pleasure that I was feeling. My pussy was trying to milk him of everything he had, and it didn't look like he was going to be able to hold out for any longer. Seeing that I had already teased him unmercilessly, it didn't really surprise me when he unloaded a torrent of juices, as he reached down and put his hand around my throat.

  I came, while trying to get enough air into my lungs, and then he let go, as he finished letting himself experience an orgasm that most men would love to have.

  “Fuck… are you for real?” he asked me with his face hovering over me, with a smile that told me that he wouldn't have it any other way. I had him wrapped around my little finger, and now he would follow me into the hounds of hell if I asked him to.

  “I’m as real as it gets, and you weren't too shabby yourself,” I said with my hands still playing along the sensitive region of his shaft, going so far as to pull the skin all the way up over the head. He jerked and thrust into my fist, and then I let him go, while he watched me lick my fingers clean of anything that
was sticking to it.

  “Do you suppose that we can get the hell out of here?” I asked, now thinking about the bigger picture, and if I was really going to be able to find the story that I was looking for here.

  “There is an airport about a couple of miles from here, but it might be in your best interest to stay away from local transportation for a few days,” he warned.

  “I do have some unfinished business, and I was wondering if you could give me a hand with it?” I figured that I didn't have anything to lose, and he was probably the only person that might know the whereabouts of the hidden recluse.

  “What can I do to help?” he asked cocking his eyebrow.

  I told him of the man that I was looking for, and there was suddenly recognition in his eyes, as if he had knowledge of the person that I spoke of. “I might have an idea of where to look, but he really isn't going to be very happy about somebody tracking him down,” he said with concern, but I wasn't easily dispatched, as I came here for a reason. Seeing that I wasn't going to back down, he decided to help me out.

 

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