Zalah enters 'the cube'

Zalah stood up from the table. Her tits were dripping from the two cumshots she had received so far. Her eyes were shining as brightly as the white peppering of jizz that speckled her gorgeous face.

‘What’s to be required of me?’ Zalah said to one of the waiters that had beckoned her to the stage, an obstinate droplet of cum dancing around on the underside of her chin as she spoke.

‘All in good time, miss. Would you be so kind as to accompany me to the stage?’

‘Don’t worry,’ said Elissa, looking up at Zalah with a wicked glint in her eye, fondling her tits underneath the smooth silvery surface of her skintight top. ‘Just enjoy yourself up there. I know I did during my initiation.’

‘You’ll like it,’ Perrima added with a foxy wink.

Zalah smiled down at her friends and then looked up at the stage. Upon it, Tymon was finishing his tit-fucking of Zoelle. The blonde minx was on her knees in front of him pushing her huge, head-sized boobs together with her arms while the huge man thrust his massive cock through the valley of her incredible cleavage. The flailing head of the organ, bulging and blood-bloated, had the habit of smacking the sexy blonde in her face, while Tymon’s balls battered her smooth, hard belly. Zoelle’s giggles as the meaty cockend reared and spanked her in the eye were the perfect complement to the juicy slapping sound elicited by Tymon’s spirited thrusts.

As Zalah allowed herself to be led onto the stage next to the spectacle, a pair of waiters moved in from the wings with a strange device.

‘The cube!’ Zalah heard a number of excited whispers come up from the audience, ‘the cube!’

Not knowing what was being referred to, Zalah tore her eyes away from Zoelle and Tymon and looked at the new contraption.

It was a sealed glass box about five feet high, ten feet across and extending five feet deep towards the back of the stage. The waiters placed it in the middle of the stage, so that everyone could see. Zalah noticed a number of circles cut into the glass around the side of the box, each about three feet high, but with no real uniformity to them. There were also circles cut into the top of the box.

The waiter that had led Zalah onto the stage gestured at her with his hand, and then at the box. One of the other waiters opened a small door in one side that Zalah hadn’t noticed.

Nodding her head to the man, Zalah allowed herself to be led into the box, and climbed inside the glass cage, with the glass door being sealed tight behind her. There was just enough room for her to get on her haunches or kneel.

Presently, Tymon stopped tit-fucking Zoelle and turned towards Zalah in her glass box. Zoelle went obediently from the stage and sat back at her table. Tymon moved towards Zalah.

‘The initiation commences!’ said Tymon in an authoritative tone, and slowly fed it though one of the holes that had been cut into the side of the cube.

Zalah looked at it, the fourteen inches of thick, vein-ripped manmeat staring angrily at her, looking so heavily tumescent that it seemed likely to burst at any moment. Pulsing with blood, the heavy head, easily bigger than her own clenched fist, sat atop a pillar of slick, turgid meat, poking through the hole in the glass.

Knowing just what to do, but wanting to savour the moment, Zalah looked up at Tymon, who made a small but definitive nod of his head.

Smiling to herself, Zalah reached out and grasped the immense prick just behind the head, and gave it a single determined jerk and twist. It was all Tymon needed for release.

The first shot struck Zalah directly between her tits with such **** that it winded her, smacking the air clean from her lungs. The wad that exploded all over her tits had all the mass and volume of a pitcher of wine and it splattered on her with such searing velocity that it caromed off her magnificent boobs and splashed the interior walls of the glass box, a creamy fountain that nearly obscured everything inside the ‘cube’.

When the viscous fluid had slid down the box in a thick film, almost like a white curtain being drawn down, it revealed Zalah, on her knees in to the glass box, utterly creamed from forehead to her thighs, wringing Tymon’s cock for all it was worth. The box was already filling up around her knees with a thick two-inches of cum.

When Tymon was finished, he signalled to a number of waiters, who rushed from their positions in the wings and gathered around the box, inserting their rigid members into the holes so that all Zalah could see from her cumsmeared position inside the box was a thick forest of cocks thrusting through the glass at her.

This was going to be some initiation…