My Initiation

It was a long walk to the end of the dock. The early morning half-light made everything look monstrous, my skin prickled with goosebumps despite my effort to stay calm. I looked over to Franz, as he stared ahead stoically. He was dressed for the weather, high-collared sweater and trenchcoat. I wasn't used to being up this early, and had forgotten how long the mornings take to get warm, My windbreaker, blouse and pencil skirt were doing nothing against the chilly damp air. I suppressed a shiver.

The end of the dock hosted a single enormous black cigarette boat. Seven outboard motors purred quietly.

Franz slammed a fist on the side before effortlessly hopping up and into the craft.

"Jerry! Are you decent in there?"

A muffled, male voice came from inside, "Oh shit! Hang on!" followed by a stifled moan. A few seconds later a man with an aggressively square jaw wearing a black sweater and beanie popped up from inside.

"Sorry Franzy, lost track of time!" Jerry offered a hand which Franz refused. Then Jerry's eyes fell to me.

"And this is the would-be lady co-conspirator." Jerry grabbed a short set of stairs from the deck and hopped over the gunnel to place them at my feet. He looked up at me and winked. "You didn't mention she was so HOT Franzy!" I blushed despite myself.

Each of the men offered a hand to help me up into the boat, and I swallowed a lump in my throat and accepted them both. Jerry kissed my hand as I stepped aboard, Franz rolled his eyes.

Jerry led us down into the front of the boat. Purple mood lights glinted off plush black leather upholstery and silver trim. A god-damned white tiger throw rug took up most of the floor. Jerry pulled up one of the seats, revealing a well-stocked mini bar.

"Refreshments are here, can I offer either of you a drink before we embark?"

Franz shook his head. I followed his lead. "Not for me, thanks."

Jerry closed the seat. "As you wish. Feel free to help yourself if you change your mind. There's food on the other side, and cigars. And the head is through that door, though at the moment it's out of order except for emergencies." Jerry gestured apologetically. Franz glared at him.

"Hello! Who's in charge of this tub?" A gravelly voice cackled outside. Jerry rushed out. Franz took a seat near the bow, I sat next to him, hands on my knees.

"So... This is a nice boat..."

Franz smiled at me. I shivered. "Your questions will be answered in time Alyssa. Just enjoy the ride."

I glared at him. "Based on the decor, my running theories are an organ transplant spa for old rich assholes, and an island where old rich assholes hunt people for sport."

Franz stared back, unblinking.

"Damn you and your inscrutable german façade."

"Well, well, well, look at this fine piece of fuck meat!" A tall man, in his sixties maybe, with a neatly trimmed salt and pepper beard, had stepped down into the cabin and was giving me the most thorough eye-undressing I've ever experienced. His, honestly impressive errection strained unabashedly against his grey slacks. "This your meal Franzy, or is she more of a sharing plate?"

I sat there in shock for a moment, my jaw hanging open. The newcomer took a step towards me. Franz spoke up.

"Alyssa is my guest, Harrison. If you give her any trouble I will forcibly castrate you, client or no."

Now it was Harrison's turn to stare slack jawed. He turned sharply opening the bar to fix himself a martini that was mostly vodka. "That's what I like about you Franzy, you're direct. Hey, Jerry! Will there be any more girls on this boat?"

Jerry stuck his head down, "Fraid not Harrison. Just you three this trip, if you want to get your dick wet I could always dunk you overboard."

"And a go fuck yourself to you to! Asshole."

He slumped down next to me, too close, but not touching, his scent tobacco, vodka and too musky cologne. This close, I could make out the broad, flared head of his cock, and the thick, central vein of his shaft through the fabric of his pants. He caught me staring.

"You know girl, if you want to sit on my lap I wouldn't stop you."

I swallowed hard, crossing my legs. I struggled to meet his gaze. "I generally don't respond well to men who call me 'fuck meat'. Thank you for the offer though."

Franz, ostensibly reading a newspaper, smirked. Harrison's eyes grew dark. He clenched his fist and slid over, putting room between us. I exhaled.

We spent most of the boat ride without further conversation. Franz read his newspaper, Harrison watched porn on a tablet at full volume, occasionally glaring at me. I sat, wishing I had brought a book. I scrolled through my phone, we were well out of data range and something was blocking my gps signal. I started reading through the emails that had loaded before I left. I choked at the subject of the third message down, from Cindy.

"Sucking Franzes Cock

Daddy. I've been a bad girl while you've been away. I've been so horny without you here to use me every night, I had to let my co-worker Franz fuck me to tide me over. Here's the pictures, like you asked me for. I'm so excited to see you again even though I know you'll need to punish me.

- Your little slut

Candy

5 attatchments."

I blushed hot, putting my phone face down beside me. I stared at Franz, still absorbed in his newspaper as tinny fake sex moans filled the cabin. I peeked back at the screen.

Cindy had accidentally CCed me in an email to her - I guess - boyfriend. Who - I guess - knows her as Candy, the stupidest nickname for someone named Cindy. This email, containing pictures of her sucking our colleague's dick was sent from her work email, to my work email. Here I was, on my way to a human trafficking operation of some kind, and I was going to lose my job over getting sent an email.

I bit my lip and allowed my eyes to casually drift over Franz's figure. I absolutely had to see those pictures.

"I know Jerry said the head is only for emergencies, but I really need to piss." It wasn't really a lie. I stood up and walked wobbly-legged across the cabin, almost falling as we hit a wave.

Franz stood up, looking concerned. "Are you sure you can't wait? If Jerry's saying not to use it-"

"It'll be fine, I was a scout all through high school, I've shit in a hole in the woods, no dirty bathroom is worse than -"

As I swung the door open, I stood, gobsmacked for the second time, staring at the scene before me.

The head was not much more than a toilet bowl in a closet. Sitting on the seat was a girl, naked except for the leather straps holding her tightly by the wrists, thighs, and throat, and the ring gag, nose hook assembly holding her face orifices wide open.

She was pretty, her red hair was pulled back in a tight braid, and her scared, green eyes shone with tears which mixed with her heavy eyeliner and the half-dried fountain of cum that had run from her mouth to her plush, freckled tits. I bit my lip, this was the hottest thing I had ever seen. I reached out to caress her breast. She whimpered and flinched, the only sound and movement she could make. I closed my eyes, on the edge of an orgasm.

I was roughly shoved aside. I fell onto the tiger skin. Harrison stood in front of the girl, laughing evilly as he unzipped his fly. "I knew you were holding out on me Jerry!"

Jerry ducked his head in, "What's that- Oh! Sorry about 117 folks, I lost track of time thismorning and didn't have a chance to clean her up before we left."

Harrison dropped his pants, taking his swollen member in his hand. "I've never been one to shy away from sloppy seconds, you should know that Jerry!" With his free hand, he held the girl's face firmly, wiping away the smeared makeup. "I've been saving up so much cum for you slut. Take a good, deep breath, it's the last one you'll get for a while."

Jerry came down into the cabin, "I'm sorry Franz, I know you didn't want her to-"

"Shut up. Drive the boat." I could feel Franz' eyes on me as I sat transfixed, watching Harrison toy with his prey before grabbing the back of her head and sliding his cock through the ring gag, watching the girl with a number instead of a name bug her eyes in panic as her throat stretched with his girth, then watched her convulse and gag in vain as he slowly jammed the last inch and a half of his length into her, his balls pressing against her chin.

"Stay awake you little whore." Shouted Harrison, slapping her face as he thrust in her mouth. "I want those eyes open when I cum in them!"

Franz knealt next to me. I was suddenly aware of my dampness soaking into the tiger fur, "Is this going to be a deal breaker Alyssa?"

I swallowed, and shook my head, not looking away, "as long as I can go next."

Franz laughed, "I think you'll do very well in our operation."