Chapter 1: Introduction
Waking up cold, naked and disoriented never used to be so disappointing. But then again, waking up cold, naked and disoriented isn't usually the norm for me, either. I'm Sarah, and I'm not every man's dream woman, but I'm no shrinking violet, either. I like the thrill of a good adventure, and I'll hit the town for a wild night out with my friends before most chicks consider getting out of their pajamas. But this... this was a little out of my league.
I attempted to rub my eyes, hoping that it would help clear up the situation. My vision went from hazy to fuzzy as my hands rubbed up against my eyelashes. I slowly started to get a sense of my surroundings -- a gigantic walk-in fridge, judging by the sterile, metal shelves spaced evenly apart and weighed down with food products of every kind.
My first instinct was to grab a shirt and cover up. Preferably something with sleeves.
Although, at this point, I would have settled for a towel or a scrap of cloth or a tissue paper - anything to not be standing there buck naked and shivering.
Turning my head this way and that, I spotted a package of cold cuts and a bag of shredded cheese grinning back at me. I blinked a few times, trying to make sure I wasn't hallucinating, but alas, I was as sober as I was surprised.
"Uh, hello?" I stammered.
"Can one of you, uh, help me out of here?"
The cold cuts shrugged. "Sorry, kiddo. We're just a bunch of processed meat. Can't exactly open the door."
Great. This just got better and better.
As I scanned the room, my gaze landed on what looked like a hot dog, smirking and leaning suggestively against a jar of pickles. Frankfurter, if the name emblazoned on his package was to be believed.
"Come on now, darling," he drawled, that teasing little smirk still on his lip. "Don't tell me you're a novice at this."
I glared at him. "This is ridiculous!"
"Is it, though?" He winked and started sauntering towards me. "You might be new to the neighborhood, but we all know you're a wildcat at heart."
My cheeks flushed.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Frankfurter chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down my spine - and not the uncomfortable, I-need-a-blanket kind of shiver, either.
"Sure you don't," he murmured, stepping even closer. "But I can assure you, once you get a taste of this world's pleasures, you won't be able to resist.
Trust me, I've seen it happen time and time again." Frankfurter said, his voice taking on a husky tone as he spoke.
I shook my head, stubbornly. "I don't even know what you're talking about."
"Oh, you will, sweetheart. You will." He winked, stepping even closer to me. The misty, cold air clung to my skin as his body heat began to rise. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, despite my reservations.
There was something about the way he moved, the confidence in his every step, that made me want to throw caution to the wind and give in to my baser desires. I knew it was wrong, that I barely knew him, but the pull was just too strong to resist.
Frankfurter's eyes darkened as he closed the remaining distance between us. "I've waited for this moment for so long, Sarah," he murmured, his voice raw and full of desire. "Ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew you were different.
I knew you were something special."
He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from my face. I shivered at his touch, electricity coursing through my veins.
"Goddamn, you're beautiful, Sarah," Frankfurter growled, cupping my cheek in his hand. "I can't resist you any longer."
And with that, he slammed his lips against mine, claiming me in a bruising, passionate kiss. I moaned, my body melting into his as my arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.
His lips tasted like salt and savory meat, and I couldn't help but be turned on by the exotic strangeness of it all.
Frankfurter's hands roamed down my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When his hands reached my ass, he squeezed hard, making me gasp.
"God, Frankfurter, you're so fucking hot," I panted out the words, feeling drunk off his touch.
He chuckled, kneading my ass with his fingers before slowly moving them towards my entrance.
His touch was teasing, lingering at my entrance before delving inside me. I moaned, feeling a delicious ache building up deep inside me. I wanted him to take me, to fill me up completely and make this longing disappear.
"Say it, Sarah," Frankfurter urged, his voice husky with need.
"Tell me how much you want me."
I hesitated, unsure of what he wanted me to say. But then I looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the raw desire in his eyes.
Without another word, I took a deep breath and said, "I want you, Frankfurter. I want you to take me, to fuck me, to make me feel alive."
His eyes darkened as he grinned, revealing a row of sharp, white teeth. "Well, aren't you a filthy little thing," he purred.
He swept me up into his arms, carrying me over to a nearby shelf. He propped me up against it, hitting the brakes when he saw my Girls shimmering against the cold steel.
But with a wicked grin, he groped one of my breasts and leaned in to kiss my neck.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured. “It’s so fucking cold in here, but you’re so warm and inviting. I need to get inside of you.”
Frankfurter shifted us effortlessly, laying me back onto the frigid shelf and opening his packet hungrily. I lifted my legs around his hips, urging him on and whispering naughty words.
“Yes, Frankfurter. Take me.
I'm yours, Frankfurter. I ached for him, felt my body craving his touch. I wanted him to take control and give me what I needed.
He covered my breasts with his large, meaty hands, pinching and rolling my nipples roughly. "God, you're so hot, Sarah. I want to feel you surround me."
With that, Frankfurter slid off of me and positioned himself between my legs. His long, thick sausage teased against my entrance as he fought to maintain control.
Frankfurter's free hand gripped my hip tightly, his fingers pressing into my skin as he slowly pushed himself inside of me.
I gasped as I felt him fill me, the length and girth of him stretching me like nothing before.
With each inch he slid inside, I could feel my body heating up, my skin growing warmer and warmer even as the cold metal of the shelf dug into my flesh.
I was writhing beneath him, nails scraping against his back as I begged for more.
"God, Frankfurter.
Take me."
With that, my legs opened wider, giving him access to my wet, fragrant core. He gripped my hips firmly, his eyes locked on mine as he plunged into me.
"Ah, fuck, Sarah. You're so tight, so hot."
He moved in and out of me rhythmically, his hips thrusting with an intensity that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I could feel his cock growing larger and harder with each stroke, and I reveled in the feeling of being impaled by this sentient hot dog.
Frankfurter leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered filthy obscenities, his every word punctuated by a deep thrust.
"Naughty, naughty girl, aren't you? Taking a fucking hot dog like this? You need a good, hard fucking, don't you?"
I could only nod, unable to form coherent words as the ecstasy built within me. Frankfurter's hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, as if trying to milk me of every ounce of pleasure.
"Tell me how much you want me," he growled in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin as I arched my back.
I couldn't help the filthy sounds that escaped my lips as he touched me, my body aching for his touch more than I ever thought possible. "I want you, Frankfurter. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to make me scream."
Frankfurter growled in approval, guiding me to the ground and spreading my legs wide.
I hooked my heels behind his back, pulling him closer as he thrust into me harder, pounding against my wet core.
"Fuck, yes, Frankfurter!" I cried out, my body trembling with each hard.
thrust. I couldn't keep my mouth shut, the pleasure building faster than I'd ever felt before, my body on the edge of release.
"That's it, Sarah," Frankfurter breathed, his eyes locked onto mine as he moved faster, pushing me towards the brink.
"Scream for me, let go, let go... ah, fuck, you're so fucking tight and hot."
The friction building between us was unbearable, my body begging for a release that threatened to shatter me. I could feel the pressure mounting, my muscles tensing as I gasped for breaths that did nothing to calm my racing heart.
Frankfurter continued to thrust into me, the force of each stroke causing the shelf to rattle beneath me.
I couldn't hold back any longer, the pleasure ripped through me like a freight train, my whole body shuddering as a scream tore itself from my throat.
"Ah, fuck! Frankfurter-I'm coming!"
My muscles clenched around him as I came, sending tremors through his whole body. He didn't stop, didn't ease up on his pace. Instead, he thrust harder and deeper into me, his own release imminent.
His breathing grew ragged, groans and curses spilling from his lips as he fucked me through my orgasm.
I could feel him swell inside me, his cock pulsing and jerking, coated in the residue of my pleasure. I gasped as he pulled out, his thick length glistening with our mingled fluids.
"Goddamn, girl," Frankfurter murmured, his eyes wild and full of desire. "You're incredible."
I shivered as a mixture of pleasure and post-orgasmic bliss washed over me. But there was something more - a spark of adventure, a hunger for excitement that still hadn't been sated.
Frankfurter must have seen it in my eyes, because a wicked glint lit up his own as he extended a hand to me. "Come on, Sarah," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let's see what other pleasures this place has to offer."
I took his hand without hesitation, feeling a rush of adrenaline as I followed him deeper into the heart of the refrigerator. Everywhere I looked, food items were writhing and moaning, engaging in all manner of lewd acts with each other.