by Mallory West
Pam, on the other side, woke to hear the scuffling. Her instincts told her to stay quiet - this was not good. She could even smell the scent of unwashed bodies; someone new was on board!
The door suddenly shuddered with a bang. Someone was kicking it. Harder and harder, the latch rattled. It was going to give. Suddenly, two loud gunshot blasts splintered the wood, blowing off the handle. The door flew open. Pam screamed in fright, barely making out a couple of dark shapes from the light in the other room. She leapt from the bed and ran into the adjoining bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.
The men rushed into the empty room and flipped on the light…no one to be seen. Assuming there was someone behind the closed door off to the side, they tried that one as well. Locked! Knowing for sure someone was in there, once again the door kicking resumed.
Pam hung back as far as she could, pressed against the far wall in fear for her life. She was naked and shaking like a leaf. She turned and tried to open the small porthole window. Could she fit through it? That crazy thought did not seem to faze her; all she wanted to do instinctively was to get it open! Her fingers scrabbled frantically at the fastener to no avail, breaking a nail painfully in the process.
The door rattled again from another swift, powerful kick. It was not as strong as the bedroom door and in another minute the latch gave, tearing some wood frame off along with it. In rushed three men. She turned left and dashed into the large, three-person shower, closing the frosted glass door. She slid down the tile wall, crouched into a corner, covering her face with her hands in despair.
The incoming pirates rushed to the shower, opened the door, and grabbed her forcefully. They dragged the screaming, kicking, nude woman out into the lit salon area. She was thrown unceremoniously down upon the area rug, sprawling, rolling over onto her back to kick anyone who came near.
The men frightened her to no end…she knew she was going to die! She figured they were probably militants by their dress, although a couple seemed pretty normal in their shorts and tees. The ones who wore head wraps concealing their faces, terrified her.
The one who appeared to be the leader dressed in an old military camo uniform, and could have been considered handsome, except his teeth had begun to rot. He smelled as though he hadn’t bathed in weeks.
He spoke to the others in a commanding tone in broken English, telling them in essence to ransack the yacht. He dropped to his knees over Pam, stared at her ravenously, and began to run his hands over her quaking, curvaceous body. Pam closed her eyes as she felt his warm hands all over her…exploring. She wanted to give in, but in a flash realized how dire her situation was!
She screamed and viciously kicked out; soon she found herself under the weight of at least two men. “Shut up!” one of them yelled angrily.
Conrad slowly opened his eyes and witlessly wondered, are those the only two words this fucking man knows? He saw Pam fighting like a hellcat to keep the attacking pirates at bay.
He tried to plead again, to please leave the woman alone; but his pleas drew the attention of three pirates, who resumed kicking his body with intensity. His head became the main target. He felt hands pull at his legs, the ropes being cut, his ankles spread, rough hands on his dick…NO!
It was not long before Conrad Wooten expired on his beloved Paper Tiger.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Pam quit trying to fight. It was getting her nowhere. No one had tried to rape her. She let them grab her up and rustle her out into the night air. She was shivering from fright and cold and her finger hurt from the broken bloody nail. No one thought to cover her.
Naked, she was forced down their rickety rope ladder into their boat. As she descended, the man below raised his hand, running it up her slender thigh to touch her pussy. She yelped in surprise and kicked at him, and she heard him laugh.
She was on board and still could not see much in the night, but this appeared to be a small craft due to the persistent gentle rocking motion. Her hands were roughly bound behind her and large hands firmly manhandled her tits, pinching her nipples. There was nothing she could do but endure.
When the bright moon peeked out from behind the clouds, she could make out some features of the boat. There was barely enough room for all of them. A large man untied her hands and forced her down on the hard bottom of the boat covered in smelly blankets where they slept. Someone lit a lantern.
The leader, He of the Bad Teeth, as she thought of him, cradled his frightening AK-47 and pushed at her legs with his foot. She pulled them in tight to her body.
“No!” she cried, shaking her head.
He poked the barrel of the gun between them, opening her legs to check out her white woman’s pussy. He set his gun aside and ran his hand over her belly and thighs. She felt the jolt of lust in her cunt almost painfully…oh no, my body is going to betray me! She liked this; he smelled and was dirty.
What could she do? Fight them all? No, let them do what they want, maybe then they will let her go…eventually.
Two of the men grabbed her ankles and spread her legs even wider as the leader knelt down between them. He slipped his thick dick out of his tattered camouflage pants and stroked himself rapidly, making sure he was hard enough. He grunted deep in his throat.
He touched her pussy, feeling her slickness, and rubbed his mushroom-shaped dickhead all around the opening before he plunged into her. He fucked and grunted like an animal while the others gathered around murmuring encouragement. The men holding her legs pulled them wider, tilting her pussy upwards, giving the man more access. The hard floor of the boat was hurting her tailbone, even with the cushion of the ratty blankets, but she tried to put that out of her mind.
While he fucked her pussy rhythmically, a couple of other men pulled on her tits, twisting her nipples. She felt her legs begin to quiver in impending orgasm. Her mouth hung slack as she let the pleasure sink in…she must be crazy. She began to sob, but it was a sob of ecstasy, not fright, nor pain.
She craved being taken! What better than being taken by savage pirates? Conrad was dead! She was not getting out of this alive— just go with it. These thoughts whirled through her dizzy mind like wildfire.
The man lifted her hips with his strong hands as he continued to pound into her sopping, welcoming cunt. She felt many urgent fingers as they began to scrabble at her clit; the others wanted to feel this white woman, too.
Rough hands continued their assault on her tits, pinching and pulling. The thick dick suddenly stopped still; hot cum spurted up inside of her, filling her up. She felt the cock soften and slip out, as a long groan of relief escaped the man’s parted lips.
Another hard erection was quick to replace it. She moaned and groaned, as the men seemed to never stop swarming over her body. Two men pulled her thighs back and up again, holding them firmly; her open wet cunt was revealed in the glow of the lantern. Someone slapped her face twice rocking her almost into oblivion, while a finger dipped inside, fucked her alongside the cock, and periodically plucked at her straining clit.
Hot juice continuously dripped from her due to the deviant eroticism she felt throughout her whole being. She was like a slab of meat to them, not a woman! Pam absolutely loved it! If she was going to die, then at least die happy.
She moaned and encouraged. She did not know if they could understand her, but she did not care. She thrust her hips and pulled her thighs wider, which told them all they needed to know.
After they’d all had their turn inside of her body at least once, she laid in the moonlight with her legs still open wide, letting them gaze at her, absorb her beauty.
She was exhausted, but she still writhed in lust and encouraged one man who was squatting next to her, to stroke her, please touch her, again….
He did not need instruction. He slowly pulled back the clitoral hood, exposing her throbbing bud, and then firmly pressed a long, black finger. She exploded in orgasm...the streams of hot juice, arching out of her pussy in the golden glow of the
lantern made the men cry out in astonishment. They had never seen a woman cum like Pam, screaming lustily into the night.
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Dawn was beginning to break in the distance. The early morning wore on and the six pirates were tired. They got Pam to her hands and knees, and shoved her towards a small storage cubby and locked her inside. She saw they had pulled out all of the food bags and water jugs to make room for her. She had enough room to move about, and it was not airtight, but it was claustrophobic just the same. The boat was just not that large.
The pirates threw the blankets around on the floor and lay down to catch a couple hours of satiated sleep before the sun came up.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
James moved his binoculars into focus. Yes, it was a vessel the size of the Paper Tiger. This could be them. He called his crew together who looked through the binoculars as well, then confirmed. It possibly could be.
The name of the boat could not be seen from this angle. But it sure looked like it. They sped towards the yacht wondering why it was not moving. Why would they be anchored here, off the coast of Haiti? Sidling around behind the vessel, they saw the name painted across the aft…he had them!
James was thinking hard about what he was going to say to Conrad. In what frame of mind was he going to be? A man on the run could be dangerous. However, that was the least of his problems; he needed Pam to be all right. His guys could handle Conrad.
They cut the engines and sidled up to the boat. It was early in the morning, the sun just rising. If it was just Conrad and Pam, they were probably sleeping. Manny, Michael, and Juan boarded quickly like Ninjas. James stayed on Pleasure. He would board once he knew the situation. He was in deep thought about what condition they would find Pam, and since James knew of Conrad’s strange tastes…what had he put her through?
Suddenly Michael appeared on the deck from the inside of the yacht and gave James a high sign. He ran a telltale finger across his throat.
“What?” James shouted back. “They’re dead?”
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“What the fuck?” James stared down at the bound and bloodied body of Conrad. He was naked with several ugly marks of bruising on his dead flesh. His head was caved in on one side, his throat cut. Last of all, his severed dick was lying next to him. Not a nice way to go. These people were barbarians. Manny found a folded tarp in the engine room and threw it over Conrad’s body.
“No sign of the young woman,” Juan chimed in. “We’ve looked everywhere. There is a bedroom and bathroom door that are smashed in…most likely that’s where she was holed up. Gone now.”
James knew that was the case and shook his head slowly in dismay. Pirates!
“We’ve got to radio the Coast Guard.” James made the radio call and told them the story. He said he would activate the yacht’s EPIRB, which broadcasts a unique registered distress signal that not only tells rescuers where you are, but who you are.
He would let the Coast Guard handle this, and Pleasure would head off the way they intended…towards Haiti then on to Columbia. Pirates were well known in these parts. James feared this was a wild goose chase.
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Another long day with no small vessels in sight. A couple of yachts were spotted, but instinct told James, Pam was not aboard. They had to press on, stay on track. She may be dead for all they knew, but if he stayed the course, at least he could say he tried. He did not inform Barbie; that could wait until he returned.
Evening was bearing down. As they rounded the Windward Passage in the Caribbean Sea, they spotted a vessel bobbing in the distance not that far from shore. Using binoculars they saw it was a around a thirty foot craft…the type mostly used by amateur pirates.
Funny thing was it looked abandoned unless everyone was sleeping…but it wasn’t even dark yet!
Focusing in as close as he could, James said, “By God, we can’t be this lucky…it can’t be the boat we want, but you never know…just never know. I wonder why it appears to be empty?” The boat bobbed gently as though beckoning them.
They approached closer, still no sign of activity.
Pulling up next to the old vessel, they could obviously see there was no one on board. Manny, Juan and Michael boarded, and immediately saw too much drying blood covering the floor amid blood-soaked, jumbled colorful blankets, and squashed plastic bags of food.
“James, it looks bad here too,” Manny hollered out.
“What the fuck—” James was getting angry. This was really becoming an ordeal. Were these guys even implicated with Conrad and Pam? “I’m coming aboard!”
The four of them stood in the middle of the gently rocking craft figuring out a possible ‘pirate attack on pirates’! What else could it be? If Pam had been on board, where was she? Alive? Taken again?
Suddenly, they heard a muffled thumping. James held up his hand to shush any talking. “Listen.”
The muffled thumping resumed. They looked towards the head of the boat where a storage compartment of some sort was visible, with a makeshift lock. They rushed to it, kicked at the old wooden catch, and broke it in two.
“Oh my God!” James exclaimed almost breathlessly as he helped pull out a filthy, thin, naked woman from the small confined space. Pam’s fearful eyes were huge amidst the swirling mass of dirty tangled blonde hair. She gasped for water and shook visibly from weakness. She bled from a small cut on her head. Her body, nearly head to toe, was black and blue from hands that had pawed her.
Her blurred vision finally recognized James and burst into tears. She wasn’t going to die! He’d come to save her!
“Pam, oh God, you’re safe now. Safe honey,” James murmured as he hugged her tightly, unable to believe she was really here in his arms. He felt a powerful emotion wash over that surprised him. She smelled awful but all he wanted was for her to be safe. “Let’s get you out of here.”
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Pam was out of harm’s way. She was wrapped in a soft blanket drinking cool water and trying to believe she was truly in safe hands. She had a hot shower, was given hot food, and now that she was clean and warm with a full stomach, she could relay her nightmare while sipping a glass of red wine.
Sitting in the main salon of Pleasure, she told James of the pirate ordeal: how they had killed Conrad, kidnapped her, raped her...and stuffed her in that box. Losing all track of time, she did not know how long she had been in there, when she heard scuffling and shouting. The boat began rocking like mad. She knew they were under an attack of some sort. She prayed they would not open the cabinet. And they didn’t!
She’d heard splashing from the bodies being thrown overboard…then dreaded silence. She didn’t move a muscle. She heard the other men angrily talking amongst themselves; it seemed forever before they finally got back into their boat, and their voices eventually faded away.
She figured she had slept for a while, thirsty and hungry, and she peed herself. Ultimately, the boat started to rock again, and she knew someone else had boarded. However, at this point it didn’t matter who they were for she was going to die anyway. She needed to make herself known. Thank goodness they were not more pirates.
James sat next to her; arm around her as she talked, fingers trailing up and down her upper arm, making her feel secure and protected. He was still in awe that he had actually found her; the odds against that were inconceivable, and yet here she was.
Later James contacted Barbie by radio and told her the incredibly good news and that they were headed home. She was beside herself with relief and called her boss to tell him the good news. What amazing luck! Bob Tremont was speechless. This was something for the six o' clock news! Barbie asked that he not speak to anyone about this until she spoke with Pam; maybe she did not want all of this to get out. She would call him back as soon as she had more details. Right now, she just wanted him to know she was safe and sound! Bob agreed. He said he would set up a charter jet to come and get her when she was ready to c
ome home.
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Later that night, Pam laid with James in the king size bed, and repeated all that had happened to her. Recalling any details she had left out, what Conrad did to her, the rape, and how she found she came to love what they had done to her. It amazed and confused her; she had turned into someone who was almost crazed with lust! Was there something wrong with her?
James hugged her close and said in a gentle calming tone, “No, Pam, you’re entirely normal. Some people have a proclivity for the unusual; not that they are deviant; they just have a deeper, more primitive sexual need. There is nothing wrong with that as long as you play safe and it makes you happy. Your sexual expression has been there all along, but once awakened you became frightened at your strong lustful reactions…that’s all it is, and I would not fret about it. In fact, it is a good thing. I’m of the same mold.” He rubbed her arm slowly and tenderly. “You can actually get an endorphin rush from that much intense sex.”
“Really?” She gazed at his handsome face in the dim light of the moon peeking through the large porthole. She tentatively traced her finger down the faint wicked scar on his cheek, realizing she really loved him. He knew her inside and out, and she would do anything he wanted her to do. “It’s normal to want to be brutalized?” She found that hard to believe. Oh, she had heard of bondage and masochism, but it never entered her mind to even attempt it, or met anyone who was into it. Until she met James. He hugged her tight.
She smiled to herself and snuggled in closer to him, feeling the glow of devotion surround her. He was her protector; he saved her life! Her pussy was starting to swell in ‘love lust’ when she felt his hard dick twitch against her thigh.
“You're normal…trust me…and deviance becomes you,” he said as he rolled over on top of her, spreading her legs wide with his knee. His hand reached down between them to tease her open lower lips, get her wet…then smiled broadly to himself when he found her already slick and ready.