As the pirate boat gets further away from the MV Idaho, Mohammed asks for a flashlight so that he can see his new prize,
Lt. Duska Anderson, US Marine Corps, was regaining consciousness after taking a blow to the side of her head. The smell of the boat and pirates almost made her vomit. She realizes there’s tape across her mouth and she tries to sit up, but her hands are bound behind her and her feet are bound as well with tape around her ankles.
Mohammed shines the flashlight on Duska’s face as he rips the tape from her mouth, she immediately vomits from the combination of her head wound and the stink of sweat and urine on the boat.
Mohammed back hands Duska for vomiting on him and his boat. As she lies there, he asks for a knife.
With knife in hand, he takes advantage of her disorientation and proceeds to cut away at her camouflage uniform. Cutting away the nylon belt and her boot laces, he pulls her pants and socks off, throwing them overboard.
Ripping the front of her uniform blouse, he cuts the sleeves to get it off and overboard it goes. Ripping into her t-shirt with the knife, he continues slicing throw her sports bra revealing her 34D breasts, erect nipples, leaving her in only her Victoria Secret-brand thong.
One of the crew sits her up and undos her blonde hair bun, releasing her hair down to her shoulders.
Too stunned to react, Duska just sits there with another strip of tape on her mouth and arms pinned behind her as her captors encircle her eyeing their catch.
Most of the Somali men are no more that 18 or 19 years old and have never seen a white woman except at the slave auctions in Mogadishu.
“Let’s see her cunt!” one of the men yells while another stands her up, and another reaches for her thong and pulls it down. Then men all yell approvingly at the sight of Duska’s trimmed blonde pussy, reaching out to feel the texture as well as feeling her head of blonde hair. They nip and pinch at her nipples are she cries out to the treatment she is receiving.
One of the men has his black cock out and comes up behind her, pushes her down ******** her bare ass. All the men are chewing on khat and with the excitement of the having the white woman and the stimulant weed they chew.
The first man takes his black cock and pushes it into Duska as she screams despite the duct tape over her mouth. Feeling powerless, Lt. Duska Anderson, can only lay there as one by one, the Somali pirates take their turn fucking her and spraying their cum in and on her.
Watching his crew have their way with the blonde woman soldier, Mohammed considers what to do next. She is obviously in superb condition with attributes that will garner top Somali Shillings.
After the last man drains his balls on the face of the blonde soldier, Mohammed comes over to her looking down at the now despondent white woman. He takes his knife and cuts of the flex-cuffs and strips the tape from her mouth. He grabs a tarp and places is over her as he’s not worried that she would try anything after the ordeal she’s experienced the last few hours.
As the sun rises in the east, the pirate boat nears the mothership; a larger boat that is the focal point for the pirates and serves as a replenishment and headquarters and holding pens for any hostages or prisoners.
Shaking Duska awake, Mohammed motions for her to get up. Placing a fresh set of flex-cuffs on her wrists, he guides her up the ramp leading to the mothership.
On the decks, the other crew are whistling and chanting at the new prize as Duska nervously looks around her surroundings, still stunned by the turn of events.
The pirates have a process for incoming hostages so that they can account for the new assets.
Duska is immediately hosed down with a fire hose then led to a medical compartment for examination, and appraisal to her worth.
Still naked, Duska is placed in a storage hold below decks and is chained to a davit on the bulkhead.
It’s dark and smells of urine, feces and vomit. She begins to retch but is able to control herself. The hosing down brought her back to some semblance of awareness of her surroundings and trying to get her training to start making itself useful.
Meanwhile, Mohammed is discussing Duska with the appraiser on her worth. He’s angry that she will be worth less because his men had used her and now she’s damaged goods. He should have stopped them when he had the chance, but they are mere boys and its good for them to sow their wild seeds and maybe make her bear a Somali child by one of them.
Mohammed goes down the hold and turns on the lights. There are three other women in the same compartment, all naked and blonde as well.
He looks down at Duska as she’s peering up at him with her big blue eyes, trying to remain calm and collected. Mohammed reaches down and again rips the tape from her mouth.
“What is you name?” Mohammed asks in not too bad English
“I am 1stLt Duska M. Anderson, United States Marine Corps, and you motherfucker are going to pay for this!” Duska seethes.
Laughing, Mohammed almost backhands her, but restrains himself so as not to do any more damage to his prize. Stroking his chin, he considers keeping her for himself. She certainly has spirit and could produce many children.
For what she appraised at, she probably would be auctioned to some lower-class merchant at a bargain.
“You should be nice to me Lt. Your future, and your life, may depend on me,” Mohammed grins down at her.
“Fuck you!” Duska hisses.
Mohammed is starting to have second thoughts now. Maybe he should just push her overboard and give the crew a show as the sharks take her down.
He stands her up to examine her fully. The appraiser said that despite the rough sexual assault on her, she’s a fine and strong specimen for an Anglo and a soldier too, she might be useful eventually to ride herd on the new women as they come into the business, once she’s been broken.
Mohammed turns her around and takes note that she’s about the same height as he at 5’9” and he’s just a few pounds heavier than she compared to her 130 lbs of lean female muscle. Her blonde shoulder length hair that matched her trimmed pussy had him thinking he should get top gold for her, once she got cleaned up.
Leaving her, Mohammed finds one of the maids that tends to the crew accommodations and instructs her to retrieve Duska and bring her to an empty cabin to get her cleaned up and tend to her wounds.
Following orders, the maid unties Duska and escorts her to a cabin. Laying down on the cot, Duska cooperates as the maid cleans her wound on the side of her head and fat lip. Taking the towel from the maid, Duska cleans what trace of Somali semen from her pussy and ass, and she pisses into the chamber pot that serves as a toilet.
The maid returns with some Somali bread and gestures for Duska to eat some and offers some khat to chew to help with any pain she might have from her assault.
Thanking her, Duska takes a bite of bread, but refuses the khat as she knows what it can do to her decision making as she considers the mess that she’s in.
---To be continued.
Lt. Duska Anderson, US Marine Corps, was regaining consciousness after taking a blow to the side of her head. The smell of the boat and pirates almost made her vomit. She realizes there’s tape across her mouth and she tries to sit up, but her hands are bound behind her and her feet are bound as well with tape around her ankles.
Mohammed shines the flashlight on Duska’s face as he rips the tape from her mouth, she immediately vomits from the combination of her head wound and the stink of sweat and urine on the boat.
Mohammed back hands Duska for vomiting on him and his boat. As she lies there, he asks for a knife.
With knife in hand, he takes advantage of her disorientation and proceeds to cut away at her camouflage uniform. Cutting away the nylon belt and her boot laces, he pulls her pants and socks off, throwing them overboard.
Ripping the front of her uniform blouse, he cuts the sleeves to get it off and overboard it goes. Ripping into her t-shirt with the knife, he continues slicing throw her sports bra revealing her 34D breasts, erect nipples, leaving her in only her Victoria Secret-brand thong.
One of the crew sits her up and undos her blonde hair bun, releasing her hair down to her shoulders.
Too stunned to react, Duska just sits there with another strip of tape on her mouth and arms pinned behind her as her captors encircle her eyeing their catch.
Most of the Somali men are no more that 18 or 19 years old and have never seen a white woman except at the slave auctions in Mogadishu.
“Let’s see her cunt!” one of the men yells while another stands her up, and another reaches for her thong and pulls it down. Then men all yell approvingly at the sight of Duska’s trimmed blonde pussy, reaching out to feel the texture as well as feeling her head of blonde hair. They nip and pinch at her nipples are she cries out to the treatment she is receiving.
One of the men has his black cock out and comes up behind her, pushes her down ******** her bare ass. All the men are chewing on khat and with the excitement of the having the white woman and the stimulant weed they chew.
The first man takes his black cock and pushes it into Duska as she screams despite the duct tape over her mouth. Feeling powerless, Lt. Duska Anderson, can only lay there as one by one, the Somali pirates take their turn fucking her and spraying their cum in and on her.
Watching his crew have their way with the blonde woman soldier, Mohammed considers what to do next. She is obviously in superb condition with attributes that will garner top Somali Shillings.
After the last man drains his balls on the face of the blonde soldier, Mohammed comes over to her looking down at the now despondent white woman. He takes his knife and cuts of the flex-cuffs and strips the tape from her mouth. He grabs a tarp and places is over her as he’s not worried that she would try anything after the ordeal she’s experienced the last few hours.
As the sun rises in the east, the pirate boat nears the mothership; a larger boat that is the focal point for the pirates and serves as a replenishment and headquarters and holding pens for any hostages or prisoners.
Shaking Duska awake, Mohammed motions for her to get up. Placing a fresh set of flex-cuffs on her wrists, he guides her up the ramp leading to the mothership.
On the decks, the other crew are whistling and chanting at the new prize as Duska nervously looks around her surroundings, still stunned by the turn of events.
The pirates have a process for incoming hostages so that they can account for the new assets.
Duska is immediately hosed down with a fire hose then led to a medical compartment for examination, and appraisal to her worth.
Still naked, Duska is placed in a storage hold below decks and is chained to a davit on the bulkhead.
It’s dark and smells of urine, feces and vomit. She begins to retch but is able to control herself. The hosing down brought her back to some semblance of awareness of her surroundings and trying to get her training to start making itself useful.
Meanwhile, Mohammed is discussing Duska with the appraiser on her worth. He’s angry that she will be worth less because his men had used her and now she’s damaged goods. He should have stopped them when he had the chance, but they are mere boys and its good for them to sow their wild seeds and maybe make her bear a Somali child by one of them.
Mohammed goes down the hold and turns on the lights. There are three other women in the same compartment, all naked and blonde as well.
He looks down at Duska as she’s peering up at him with her big blue eyes, trying to remain calm and collected. Mohammed reaches down and again rips the tape from her mouth.
“What is you name?” Mohammed asks in not too bad English
“I am 1stLt Duska M. Anderson, United States Marine Corps, and you motherfucker are going to pay for this!” Duska seethes.
Laughing, Mohammed almost backhands her, but restrains himself so as not to do any more damage to his prize. Stroking his chin, he considers keeping her for himself. She certainly has spirit and could produce many children.
For what she appraised at, she probably would be auctioned to some lower-class merchant at a bargain.
“You should be nice to me Lt. Your future, and your life, may depend on me,” Mohammed grins down at her.
“Fuck you!” Duska hisses.
Mohammed is starting to have second thoughts now. Maybe he should just push her overboard and give the crew a show as the sharks take her down.
He stands her up to examine her fully. The appraiser said that despite the rough sexual assault on her, she’s a fine and strong specimen for an Anglo and a soldier too, she might be useful eventually to ride herd on the new women as they come into the business, once she’s been broken.
Mohammed turns her around and takes note that she’s about the same height as he at 5’9” and he’s just a few pounds heavier than she compared to her 130 lbs of lean female muscle. Her blonde shoulder length hair that matched her trimmed pussy had him thinking he should get top gold for her, once she got cleaned up.
Leaving her, Mohammed finds one of the maids that tends to the crew accommodations and instructs her to retrieve Duska and bring her to an empty cabin to get her cleaned up and tend to her wounds.
Following orders, the maid unties Duska and escorts her to a cabin. Laying down on the cot, Duska cooperates as the maid cleans her wound on the side of her head and fat lip. Taking the towel from the maid, Duska cleans what trace of Somali semen from her pussy and ass, and she pisses into the chamber pot that serves as a toilet.
The maid returns with some Somali bread and gestures for Duska to eat some and offers some khat to chew to help with any pain she might have from her assault.
Thanking her, Duska takes a bite of bread, but refuses the khat as she knows what it can do to her decision making as she considers the mess that she’s in.
---To be continued.
