Captive
Chapter 4
As Mohammed promised, Aminah came for Duska to take her to dinner. Duska put on the dress which was maybe a size too small for her size 6 and her 34D breasts struggled to be constrained by the tight fitting upper of the dress which made her nipples pronounced through the sheer material.
Putting her shoulder length blonde hair into a ponytail and sliding her feet into the cheap sandals, she wraps the scarf around her head and follows Aminah to the dining room.
Walking through the opulent hallways and down the expansive staircase, Duska was beginning to think that Mohammed must be one of richest pirates around, or maybe even the richest Somalian.
Following Aminah to the dining room, Duska enters to see other men gathered around the large dining table. Mohammed gets up to greet Duska, and reading her mind, he introduces Duska to the other men.
“Lieutenant, this is my f-ather Abdul, my older brother, Ali and my business partner Yusuf. Gentlemen, this is the American soldier I was talking to you about,” Mohammed says.
“She is very beautiful for a soldier. She will bring a rich bounty at the market for us,” Mohammed’s f-ather, Abdul, declares as he eyes approvingly of the 5’9” blonde woman in the tight-fitting dress before him.
Mohammed’s brother, Ali, is eying Duska, looking her up and down as assessing what she would be worth on the slave market.
“You’ve done well, my brother. She will indeed bring us new wealth, and I already have a buyer in mind that will pay a sizeable prize,” Ali says.
“She needs to clean up and heal from the looks of her. Your crew abused her and may have cost us considerably,” Yusuf says to Mohammed.
Not understanding a word they are saying, Duska pretty much assumes she is the topic of conversation, and is feeling uneasy about being the center of attention.
“Please, listen to my proposition. Yes, I agree with everything you say, but if we are to stay on top, our men need training. The Lieutenant is a Marine and highly trained, as I have read. If we were to “hire” her to train our men to be tactically proficient, it will make our enterprise more efficient and safer to operate, especially with the terrorists of Al-Shabaab competing with us,” Mohammed responds.
Mohammed’s words give the other men pause as they must agree, Mohammed has a great point, but will the white female soldier allow to be “hired?”
“Lieutenant, please have a seat hear,” Mohammed directs Duska in English.
With everyone seated, the servers commence bringing out the food of broiled goat and vegetables.
Famished, Duska can’t wait to dig into the goat meat, but she tempers her hunger to not appear to be desperate.
“Lieutenant. I have a business proposition for you. Before I go on, do remember that the only thing standing in the way of you being sold into sexual slavery is me. So, no is not going to be a good answer from you,” Mohammed flatly states, looking Dusky directly in the eye.
“Okay, asshole. I’m listening,” Duska fires back.
“My men need better training, and I don’t want to pay mercenary prices to do so. Since you are a Marine, I take it that you have been well trained in weaponry, tactics and fighting. I would like to offer you a “job” to do just that. You no longer will be my captive. You can remain in your suite and after one year, I will release you from this obligation and you can return to America,” Mohammed offers.
He knows he is taking a big risk with Duska and she is spiteful for her treatment at the hands of his men, and Mohammed back on the mom ship. Once she has weapon in her hands, what is not to prevent her from killing them all. He has to make his offer as attractive as possible to assure this American soldier doesn’t exact revenge.
“You will also be compensated at the end of your obligation. It will certainly surpass what the American military pays you now. Do we have a deal, Lieutenant?” Mohammed presses.
Of all the turn of events these last 24 hours, this is the craziest thing Duska could even imagine.
“If I said yes, there must be some preconditions. One, I will need a uniform to wear, not this plain dress. Two, I will be allowed to be armed especially in a country like yours. Three, the men will respect me. The first inkling of disrespect or sexual innuendo will be dealt harshly, by me, and four, I want nothing to do with the pirate business. I am here just to train, nothing else,” Duska says.
Mohammed considers Duska’s preconditions, and relays them to his *******, brother and associate. They all look at each other, then finally Mohammed’s f-ather shrugs and says, “My s-on, I pray to Allah that your plan succeeds. But, if we catch that she is plotting against us for revenge, she will be beaten and sold damaged to the lowest bidder at the market,” Abdul states.
Mohammed turns to Duska and says, “My f-ather agrees. When do you want to get started?”
“Let’s start in the morning and you can show me around the grounds so that I can get oriented,” Duska says as she’s stabbing a piece of goat meat to place on her plate.
After dinner, Mohammed’s f-ather dismisses Duska and had her escorted to her suite, still with an armed guard outside her locked door, as the men discussed further what the future holds for their newly “hired” training consultant.
“We have the new arrivals today from the European yacht. The younger woman is being dealt with as we speak to prepare for auction. The older woman might get us some gold to serve as a servant and we are left to deal with the two white men who are of no use to us, but to maybe offer some entertain for our men,” Mohammed smiles.
“Excellent! I want to see the younger woman’s transformation,” the old man says as he finds the treatment of white westerners at the hands of his men, quite stimulating.
Retiring to a large room off the dining room which serves as a large theater, replete with large, cushioned seats and multiple big screen televisions arrayed on the walls.
Reaching for a remote control for one of the TVs, Abdul anxiously tunes to the video feed in the warehouse where the new captives are being held. Each holding cell has its own feed and they reveal all four captives naked and chained to the walls.
The two white men and older white woman have their heads down, slumped in their chains in various stages of consciousness. There is activity in the cell with the young woman as there are 3 Somali men molesting the chained blonde woman, their fingers probing her bald pussy, pinching her 34B nipples, but not too hard to leave marks on her that might lead to a low price on the slave market.
Their goal is to break her psychologically by demeaning and physical violations, to render her subservient to be a suitable slave to be auctioned to the perverted men of all nationalities that deal in the human trafficking market.
She is an easy one to break this time and she can move to the next phase of her transformation. She is unchained from the wall; her wrists are handcuffed, and her neck is collared with a leash and she is led out to another part of the compound for her indoctrination.
The other captives; her mom, f-ather, and uncle can only look on in silence. Too stunned by the turn of events for what was to be a holiday cruise to the Seychelles, they will never see their d-aughter and niece again. Their fates rests with the whims of the Somali pirates and their khat-fueled perversions.
Chapter 4
As Mohammed promised, Aminah came for Duska to take her to dinner. Duska put on the dress which was maybe a size too small for her size 6 and her 34D breasts struggled to be constrained by the tight fitting upper of the dress which made her nipples pronounced through the sheer material.
Putting her shoulder length blonde hair into a ponytail and sliding her feet into the cheap sandals, she wraps the scarf around her head and follows Aminah to the dining room.
Walking through the opulent hallways and down the expansive staircase, Duska was beginning to think that Mohammed must be one of richest pirates around, or maybe even the richest Somalian.
Following Aminah to the dining room, Duska enters to see other men gathered around the large dining table. Mohammed gets up to greet Duska, and reading her mind, he introduces Duska to the other men.
“Lieutenant, this is my f-ather Abdul, my older brother, Ali and my business partner Yusuf. Gentlemen, this is the American soldier I was talking to you about,” Mohammed says.
“She is very beautiful for a soldier. She will bring a rich bounty at the market for us,” Mohammed’s f-ather, Abdul, declares as he eyes approvingly of the 5’9” blonde woman in the tight-fitting dress before him.
Mohammed’s brother, Ali, is eying Duska, looking her up and down as assessing what she would be worth on the slave market.
“You’ve done well, my brother. She will indeed bring us new wealth, and I already have a buyer in mind that will pay a sizeable prize,” Ali says.
“She needs to clean up and heal from the looks of her. Your crew abused her and may have cost us considerably,” Yusuf says to Mohammed.
Not understanding a word they are saying, Duska pretty much assumes she is the topic of conversation, and is feeling uneasy about being the center of attention.
“Please, listen to my proposition. Yes, I agree with everything you say, but if we are to stay on top, our men need training. The Lieutenant is a Marine and highly trained, as I have read. If we were to “hire” her to train our men to be tactically proficient, it will make our enterprise more efficient and safer to operate, especially with the terrorists of Al-Shabaab competing with us,” Mohammed responds.
Mohammed’s words give the other men pause as they must agree, Mohammed has a great point, but will the white female soldier allow to be “hired?”
“Lieutenant, please have a seat hear,” Mohammed directs Duska in English.
With everyone seated, the servers commence bringing out the food of broiled goat and vegetables.
Famished, Duska can’t wait to dig into the goat meat, but she tempers her hunger to not appear to be desperate.
“Lieutenant. I have a business proposition for you. Before I go on, do remember that the only thing standing in the way of you being sold into sexual slavery is me. So, no is not going to be a good answer from you,” Mohammed flatly states, looking Dusky directly in the eye.
“Okay, asshole. I’m listening,” Duska fires back.
“My men need better training, and I don’t want to pay mercenary prices to do so. Since you are a Marine, I take it that you have been well trained in weaponry, tactics and fighting. I would like to offer you a “job” to do just that. You no longer will be my captive. You can remain in your suite and after one year, I will release you from this obligation and you can return to America,” Mohammed offers.
He knows he is taking a big risk with Duska and she is spiteful for her treatment at the hands of his men, and Mohammed back on the mom ship. Once she has weapon in her hands, what is not to prevent her from killing them all. He has to make his offer as attractive as possible to assure this American soldier doesn’t exact revenge.
“You will also be compensated at the end of your obligation. It will certainly surpass what the American military pays you now. Do we have a deal, Lieutenant?” Mohammed presses.
Of all the turn of events these last 24 hours, this is the craziest thing Duska could even imagine.
“If I said yes, there must be some preconditions. One, I will need a uniform to wear, not this plain dress. Two, I will be allowed to be armed especially in a country like yours. Three, the men will respect me. The first inkling of disrespect or sexual innuendo will be dealt harshly, by me, and four, I want nothing to do with the pirate business. I am here just to train, nothing else,” Duska says.
Mohammed considers Duska’s preconditions, and relays them to his *******, brother and associate. They all look at each other, then finally Mohammed’s f-ather shrugs and says, “My s-on, I pray to Allah that your plan succeeds. But, if we catch that she is plotting against us for revenge, she will be beaten and sold damaged to the lowest bidder at the market,” Abdul states.
Mohammed turns to Duska and says, “My f-ather agrees. When do you want to get started?”
“Let’s start in the morning and you can show me around the grounds so that I can get oriented,” Duska says as she’s stabbing a piece of goat meat to place on her plate.
After dinner, Mohammed’s f-ather dismisses Duska and had her escorted to her suite, still with an armed guard outside her locked door, as the men discussed further what the future holds for their newly “hired” training consultant.
“We have the new arrivals today from the European yacht. The younger woman is being dealt with as we speak to prepare for auction. The older woman might get us some gold to serve as a servant and we are left to deal with the two white men who are of no use to us, but to maybe offer some entertain for our men,” Mohammed smiles.
“Excellent! I want to see the younger woman’s transformation,” the old man says as he finds the treatment of white westerners at the hands of his men, quite stimulating.
Retiring to a large room off the dining room which serves as a large theater, replete with large, cushioned seats and multiple big screen televisions arrayed on the walls.
Reaching for a remote control for one of the TVs, Abdul anxiously tunes to the video feed in the warehouse where the new captives are being held. Each holding cell has its own feed and they reveal all four captives naked and chained to the walls.
The two white men and older white woman have their heads down, slumped in their chains in various stages of consciousness. There is activity in the cell with the young woman as there are 3 Somali men molesting the chained blonde woman, their fingers probing her bald pussy, pinching her 34B nipples, but not too hard to leave marks on her that might lead to a low price on the slave market.
Their goal is to break her psychologically by demeaning and physical violations, to render her subservient to be a suitable slave to be auctioned to the perverted men of all nationalities that deal in the human trafficking market.
She is an easy one to break this time and she can move to the next phase of her transformation. She is unchained from the wall; her wrists are handcuffed, and her neck is collared with a leash and she is led out to another part of the compound for her indoctrination.
The other captives; her mom, f-ather, and uncle can only look on in silence. Too stunned by the turn of events for what was to be a holiday cruise to the Seychelles, they will never see their d-aughter and niece again. Their fates rests with the whims of the Somali pirates and their khat-fueled perversions.
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