Captive

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Captive
Chapter 1

Duska Anderson was raised in Arizona where her parents immigrated to from Sweden for her ******* to accept a professorship at Arizona State University.

Leaving the cold weather for the sunny desert served Duska well as she pursued her school athletics, excelling on the swim and volleyball teams. Her proud Scandinavian good looks were enhanced by her 5’9” frame that carried all 130 lbs. Her 34D firm breasts squeezed into her competition swimsuit showed her very pronounced nipples, that she gave up trying to hide, much to the appreciation of the male competitors and fans.

Her Scandinavian skin favored the Arizona sun as she would bronze and made her blonde hair, blue eyes and ivory teeth accentuate her athletic sexiness.

She dated on occasion but chose to hone her athleticism in order to get a scholarship to a good university. That’s when she chatted with a US Marine officer recruiter who was at her school’s career day representing the US Naval Academy.

The rigors of the Academy appealed to Duska and she interviewed with the athletic director who recommended her for the volleyball team.

After compiling all of the letters and recommendations required, Duska got the wonderful news that she was accepted to the Academy for the next school year. She was proud that her hard work has paid off and she looks forward to becoming a Marine officer after graduation.

Duska found her niche at the Academy. Her physical fitness put a lot of her male classmates to shame and her prowess on the volleyball court brought the Academy it’s first NCAA title ever.

On commissioning day, Duska became a second lieutenant in the Marine Corps and she was off to The Basic School for 26 weeks of training and learning to be a Marine officer, then to intelligence school to become a Middle East analyst.

Graduating at the top of her class at both The Basic School and intel officer’s course, Duska was well on her way to a successful career as a Marine officer.

Duska is given orders to report to the Military Sealift Command (MSC) in Norfolk, Virginia to serve as an intel analyst specifically on the Red Sea and Gulf of Aden areas where pirate activity has increased against commercial and MSC shipping.

The Navy Captain in charge of the intel branch wants Lt. Anderson to board the next ship out to get a feel for the region and report on pirate activity that she observes. Working in concert with the commercial shipping company Maersk, Duska is given a space on MV Idaho to work and live out of.

Just about all of the civilian crew had multiple tasks and seemed to be busy non-stop as the ship made its way across the Atlantic into the Mediterranean and eventually transit the Suez Canal into the Red Sea.

As the Idaho made its way south, all hands were alert to the presence of pirates. This was no simple task at night, and the Somali pirates have honed their craft learning that attacking at daylight was futile at best.

As the pirate ship trailed the Idaho, the leader Mohammed, watched the ship’s progress, waiting for his plan of attack to unfold.

Mohammed was the ******* of a Somali warlord and the business of pirating has been a fruitful endeavor for his family. On occasion they can spot a private yacht of some rich Western and take it over. Usually, these yachts have a lot of Western women; young white females that enjoy the comforts of their rich benefactors. These young white women bring a nice bounty on the slave markets in Mogadishu.

Tonight, probably will not be their luck. Mohammed has a young crew, but they needed experience boarding and taking over large ships like the Idaho. Mohammed instructs his helmsman to increase speed to come aft of the big ship.

No challenge to Mohammed’s boat yet, he is able to swing a grappling hook to the side railing seemingly unnoticed. Can’t believing his luck so far, Mohammed sends his boarding party shimming up the rope to the main deck. He is the last up the rope and their boat turns away to await the command to come back for them after the raid is complete.

Meanwhile, Lt. Duska Anderson is changing her observation position from the port to starboard side of the ship. As she comes around a cargo container, she almost steps on the band of pirates.

Dark arms and hands reach for the female Marine officer before she has a chance to react. Quickly restrained with flex-cuffs and duct tape over her mouth, she takes a blow to the side of her head that blacks her out.

Not realizing Duska was a woman, the pirates quickly realize it after she falls to the deck and her hat rolls off exposing her long blonde hair tied in a bun. This throws a wrench into their plans, but Mohammed sees an opportunity.

He radios his boat to return to the starboard side and he instructs his men to attach the rope to the female soldier in order to lower her down to the waiting boat. The men soon follow, and the boat pulls away from the Idaho with their booty, Lt. Duska Anderson, US Marine Corps.

 

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Captive

Duska Anderson was raised in Arizona where her parents immigrated to from Sweden for her ******* to accept a professorship at Arizona State University.

Leaving the cold weather for the sunny desert served Duska well as she pursued her school athletics, excelling on the swim and volleyball teams. Her proud Scandinavian good looks were enhanced by her 5’9” frame that carried all 130 lbs. Her 34D firm breasts squeezed into her competition swimsuit showed her very pronounced nipples, that she gave up trying to hide, much to the appreciation of the male competitors and fans.

Her Scandinavian skin favored the Arizona sun as she would bronze and made her blonde hair, blue eyes and ivory teeth accentuate her athletic sexiness.

She dated on occasion but chose to hone her athleticism in order to get a scholarship to a good university. That’s when she chatted with a US Marine officer recruiter who was at her school’s career day representing the US Naval Academy.

The rigors of the Academy appealed to Duska and she interviewed with the athletic director who recommended her for the volleyball team.

After compiling all of the letters and recommendations required, Duska got the wonderful news that she was accepted to the Academy for the next school year. She was proud that her hard work has paid off and she looks forward to becoming a Marine officer after graduation.

Duska found her niche at the Academy. Her physical fitness put a lot of her male classmates to shame and her prowess on the volleyball court brought the Academy it’s first NCAA title ever.

On commissioning day, Duska became a second lieutenant in the Marine Corps and she was off to The Basic School for 26 weeks of training and learning to be a Marine officer, then to intelligence school to become a Middle East analyst.

Graduating at the top of her class at both The Basic School and intel officer’s course, Duska was well on her way to a successful career as a Marine officer.

Duska is given orders to report to the Military Sealift Command (MSC) in Norfolk, Virginia to serve as an intel analyst specifically on the Red Sea and Gulf of Aden areas where pirate activity has increased against commercial and MSC shipping.

The Navy Captain in charge of the intel branch wants Lt. Anderson to board the next ship out to get a feel for the region and report on pirate activity that she observes. Working in concert with the commercial shipping company Maersk, Duska is given a space on MV Idaho to work and live out of.

Just about all of the civilian crew had multiple tasks and seemed to be busy non-stop as the ship made its way across the Atlantic into the Mediterranean and eventually transit the Suez Canal into the Red Sea.

As the Idaho made its way south, all hands were alert to the presence of pirates. This was no simple task at night, and the Somali pirates have honed their craft learning that attacking at daylight was futile at best.

As the pirate ship trailed the Idaho, the leader Mohammed, watched the ship’s progress, waiting for his plan of attack to unfold.

Mohammed was the ******* of a Somali warlord and the business of pirating has been a fruitful endeavor for his family. On occasion they can spot a private yacht of some rich Western and take it over. Usually, these yachts have a lot of Western women; young white females that enjoy the comforts of their rich benefactors. These young white women bring a nice bounty on the slave markets in Mogadishu.

Tonight, probably will not be their luck. Mohammed has a young crew, but they needed experience boarding and taking over large ships like the Idaho. Mohammed instructs his helmsman to increase speed to come aft of the big ship.

No challenge to Mohammed’s boat yet, he is able to swing a grappling hook to the side railing seemingly unnoticed. Can’t believing his luck so far, Mohammed sends his boarding party shimming up the rope to the main deck. He is the last up the rope and their boat turns away to await the command to come back for them after the raid is complete.

Meanwhile, Lt. Duska Anderson is changing her observation position from the port to starboard side of the ship. As she comes around a cargo container, she almost steps on the band of pirates.

Dark arms and hands reach for the female Marine officer before she has a chance to react. Quickly restrained with flex-cuffs and duct tape over her mouth, she takes a blow to the side of her head that blacks her out.

Not realizing Duska was a woman, the pirates quickly realize it after she falls to the deck and her hat rolls off exposing her long blonde hair tied in a bun. This throws a wrench into their plans, but Mohammed sees an opportunity.

He radios his boat to return to the starboard side and he instructs his men to attach the rope to the female soldier in order to lower her down to the waiting boat. The men soon follow, and the boat pulls away from the Idaho with their booty, Lt. Duska Anderson, US Marine Corps.

Continuing soon...

 

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Captive

Duska Anderson was raised in Arizona where her parents immigrated to from Sweden for her ******* to accept a professorship at Arizona State University.

Leaving the cold weather for the sunny desert served Duska well as she pursued her school athletics, excelling on the swim and volleyball teams. Her proud Scandinavian good looks were enhanced by her 5’9” frame that carried all 130 lbs. Her 34D firm breasts squeezed into her competition swimsuit showed her very pronounced nipples, that she gave up trying to hide, much to the appreciation of the male competitors and fans.

Her Scandinavian skin favored the Arizona sun as she would bronze and made her blonde hair, blue eyes and ivory teeth accentuate her athletic sexiness.

She dated on occasion but chose to hone her athleticism in order to get a scholarship to a good university. That’s when she chatted with a US Marine officer recruiter who was at her school’s career day representing the US Naval Academy.

The rigors of the Academy appealed to Duska and she interviewed with the athletic director who recommended her for the volleyball team.

After compiling all of the letters and recommendations required, Duska got the wonderful news that she was accepted to the Academy for the next school year. She was proud that her hard work has paid off and she looks forward to becoming a Marine officer after graduation.

Duska found her niche at the Academy. Her physical fitness put a lot of her male classmates to shame and her prowess on the volleyball court brought the Academy it’s first NCAA title ever.

On commissioning day, Duska became a second lieutenant in the Marine Corps and she was off to The Basic School for 26 weeks of training and learning to be a Marine officer, then to intelligence school to become a Middle East analyst.

Graduating at the top of her class at both The Basic School and intel officer’s course, Duska was well on her way to a successful career as a Marine officer.

Duska is given orders to report to the Military Sealift Command (MSC) in Norfolk, Virginia to serve as an intel analyst specifically on the Red Sea and Gulf of Aden areas where pirate activity has increased against commercial and MSC shipping.

The Navy Captain in charge of the intel branch wants Lt. Anderson to board the next ship out to get a feel for the region and report on pirate activity that she observes. Working in concert with the commercial shipping company Maersk, Duska is given a space on MV Idaho to work and live out of.

Just about all of the civilian crew had multiple tasks and seemed to be busy non-stop as the ship made its way across the Atlantic into the Mediterranean and eventually transit the Suez Canal into the Red Sea.

As the Idaho made its way south, all hands were alert to the presence of pirates. This was no simple task at night, and the Somali pirates have honed their craft learning that attacking at daylight was futile at best.

As the pirate ship trailed the Idaho, the leader Mohammed, watched the ship’s progress, waiting for his plan of attack to unfold.

Mohammed was the ******* of a Somali warlord and the business of pirating has been a fruitful endeavor for his family. On occasion they can spot a private yacht of some rich Western and take it over. Usually, these yachts have a lot of Western women; young white females that enjoy the comforts of their rich benefactors. These young white women bring a nice bounty on the slave markets in Mogadishu.

Tonight, probably will not be their luck. Mohammed has a young crew, but they needed experience boarding and taking over large ships like the Idaho. Mohammed instructs his helmsman to increase speed to come aft of the big ship.

No challenge to Mohammed’s boat yet, he is able to swing a grappling hook to the side railing seemingly unnoticed. Can’t believing his luck so far, Mohammed sends his boarding party shimming up the rope to the main deck. He is the last up the rope and their boat turns away to await the command to come back for them after the raid is complete.

Meanwhile, Lt. Duska Anderson is changing her observation position from the port to starboard side of the ship. As she comes around a cargo container, she almost steps on the band of pirates.

Dark arms and hands reach for the female Marine officer before she has a chance to react. Quickly restrained with flex-cuffs and duct tape over her mouth, she takes a blow to the side of her head that blacks her out.

Not realizing Duska was a woman, the pirates quickly realize it after she falls to the deck and her hat rolls off exposing her long blonde hair tied in a bun. This throws a wrench into their plans, but Mohammed sees an opportunity.

He radios his boat to return to the starboard side and he instructs his men to attach the rope to the female soldier in order to lower her down to the waiting boat. The men soon follow, and the boat pulls away from the Idaho with their booty, Lt. Duska Anderson, US Marine Corps.

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Captive
Chapter 2

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 wretch. 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 exposing 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 *******. 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 baby 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.

“F*** 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 shows 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.

 

[Cplnvab]

Captive
Chapter 3

While 1stLt. Duska Anderson, United States Marine Corps, sits in the cabin, chewing on some bread, Mohammed is making arrangements to go to shore and bring Duska with him. He will get another appraisal of her after she’s healed a bit more in a few days.

Coming into the cabin, Mohammed enters with two of his men loosely carrying AK-74 rifles. They are greeted by Duska sitting on cot wrapped in a simple sheet. She looks up at him defiantly as she’s wondering what her options are. It’s her duty to escape when the chance presents itself especially a black belt such as herself in the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program.

She considers she could take out the skinny Somalis and disarm them, but then what? There’s the rest of the crew to deal with then, so she’ll just bide her time for now.

“Lieutenant, take that sheet off now!” Mohammed commands. When she balks, he walks over to her and tears the sheet away from her, leaving her once again naked before the Somali men.

The Somali men grin and laugh to themselves; their teeth stained by years of khat chewing and just plain bad hygiene.

“My men are curious why I have not fucked you yet,” Mohammed smiled, looking at his comrades.

Mohammed motions for his men to take Duska and hold her down on the cot, spreading her legs for their leader’s access.

“Stay away from me you fucker!” Duska screams.

One of the men shoves a dirty rag into mouth to silent her.

“Lieutenant. Remember you should be nice to me. And since you’ve already had 10 Somali men in you, what’s one more?” he asks as he drops his pants to the floor.

Duska looks at him in wide-eyed amazement at the black cock of Mohammed’s. 10 inches of Somali black cock was coming for her and she was helpless to prevent it.

Mohammed lays on top of her and he takes a knife to her throat. “Be nice,” is all he says as he spits on his Somali cock and once more on the blonde-haired pussy of Duska’s.

Pushing his cock into the white Marine’s pussy, Duska screams in pain from the invasion of another cock into her vagina which is still raw from the assaults by the Somali pirate crew just a few hours ago.

Once the black cock entered her cunt, Duska stopped fighting, and surrendered to Mohammed, much to his satisfaction… she realized her options were nil and just wants to get this ordeal over with.

Mohammed’s men stopped holding her arms and legs and stepped back to watch their leader fuck away at the American’s pussy.

Duska can only lay there as she looks defiantly at Mohammed which excites him even more as he feels his nut swelling up with each thrust into his new captive.

Looking at his men, he say’s in Somali, “She’s mine now!” as his cock begins to spew gobs of Somali semen into Duska’s womb.

Having finished his deed, Mohammed withdraws from the blonde woman’s pussy trailing b-lood and semen. He moves up to Duska’s face and wipes his cum covered cock across her face, leaving her with his seed and her b-lood to dry.

For Duska’s part, what spirit she had left, was taken away from her by Mohammed’s assault as she lays there on the cot, and Mohammed’s cum seeping from her pussy, soiling the cot even more.

Dressing, Mohammed takes one more look at Duska as she lays there motionless. He directs his men to follow him out of the cabin and in so doing, commanded the steward to get the captive cleaned up and find her a suitable wrap to wear as well as a veil and scarf for her face and head which she’s to wear when they get back to Mogadishu.

Meanwhile, Mohammed’s crew is readying their boat to return to shore. He tells two of his men to bring the captive to the boat and get ready to get underway.

The men arrive just as the steward is showing Duska how to wear the wrap, veil and scarf. Duska just looks at her blankly, then watches the Somali men stand her up and put a fresh set of flex-cuffs on her wrists. They then lead her down to the plank that leads to the pirate boat.

Mohammed is there to see Duska embark and the two men with her push her down onto a heap of tarps, where Duska curls up into a f-etal position.

The pirate boat pushes away from the mom ship to make the two-hour transit to a port outside of Mogadishu.

Mohammed is once again considering Duska’s fate. Should he keep her for himself or make her available on the slave market? He decides he’ll keep her long enough for her wounds to heal which should help get him top price for such a beautiful, fit white woman.

Arriving at the port, Mohammed goes to where Duska is laying asleep. He kicks one of her feet and Duska tries to stand up in alarm, taking a moment to orient herself to the environment. To her dismay, she thought the whole episode with the pirates was only a bad dream.

“Put your veil and scarf on, Lieutenant,” Mohammed commands.

Fumbling with the unfamiliar garb, Duska puts them on as best as she can with her wrists bound.

A bus arrives to take the crew to Mohammed’s family compound on the outskirts of Mogadishu, and Duska’s new imprisonment.

Pirating has been very profitable for Mohammed and his family’s enterprise. The lavish compound provides housing for his crew and a warehouse to store the loot they are able to obtain from rich European yachts and commercial cargo ships.

There are also other quarters built into the warehouse designed for the human trafficking trade that has also been a lucrative sidelight to pirating. The quarters are more of a holding cell with a cot and a 5 gallon can for a toilet, and chains built into the walls if the new captives require restraint as they transition from spoiled socialites and bimbos to the property of a rich Somali warlord, rich Arab or affluent merchant.

In Duska’s case, Mohammed decides to take a different tact as he instructs his housekeepers to take Duska to one of the suites in the main residence. He tells his second in command to post a guard around the clock outside of Duska’s suite, and to check on her every 15 minutes, and they are forbidden to touch her as he’s trying to get her battered body back to health for the impending auction.

The housekeepers are a pair of younger Somali women, much the same age as Duska, and they are excited to dote on this Anglo. They get her a bath ready and some fresh clothes, and bring a platter of fruits and water, and some khat to help her with the pain.

The warm bath water is soothing to Duska and it helps bring her out of her funk enough to evaluate her new predicament. The two housekeepers stay close to her, and whisper between themselves about Duska’s body. They’ve seen white captives before as they are brought to the compound to be held until auction, but never interacted with them like they are with Duska.

They marvel at her sun-tanned, muscular female body, her blue eyes and blonde hair and pussy. They don’t speak English but motion for her to towel off and follow them to the bedroom where they have laid out some western clothing, a simple dress and sandals, and a bright colored scarf for her head.

The two Somali women can’t help but to not touch Duska’s hair and skin, all the while smiling and giggling like Duska was some kind of rock star.

All of their attention is making Duska feel better about her circumstances and invites the housekeepers to sit with her and they do their best to communicate.

“My name is Duska,” she tells them pointing to herself. The Somali women understand and they both tell her their names are Aminah and Faduma with big smiles all around.

Aminah and Faduma excuse themselves as they have other tasks, and Duska thinks they are saying they will be back later to check on her. As they leave, she hears a noticeable click on the door as its being locked, leaving Duska by herself.

She grabs a piece of fruit and a bottle of warm water, realizing she hasn’t eaten or d-runk anything since last night on the MV Idaho which reminds her she is really hungry and thirsty.

She wonders if the MV Idaho is aware that she is no longer aboard. She’s sure once they realize that she’s gone they will go into man overboard alert and bring the US Navy up to speed that one of their Naval officers is missing.

She walks over to a window to look outside and the view was dismal. Dirty, smudged windows couldn’t cover the fact that she really is in Somalia.

The view outside was of a makeshift shooting range adjoined by some kind of orchard. There were Somali men loitering about and Duska begins to consider if any of them had fucked and assaulted her last night.

“Those fuckers will pay,” Duska says to herself as she is feeling the growing hatred for the pirates and this godforsaken country.

Duska hears a commotion outside and she sees a cargo truck pull up to the warehouse to her right. A group of Somali men surround the truck and open the back to climb inside.

Seconds later, two middle-aged white men and one woman are pushed out and land on the dusty ground in a big cloud. They are stood up by the Somali men and hustled into the warehouse.

Duska then watches as the men in the truck have a younger woman by the waist dropping her to the waiting arms of the group of men. She was blonde like Duska but more petite. She was wearing only a bikini top and shorts as the men passed her around laughing and yelling obscenities in Somali.

The scene below her is making Duska’s b-lood boil. The Marine in her wants to jump off the balcony and kick those skinny fuckers’ asses, but right now she’s not in good condition for that. Give it a couple weeks and I’ll be back 100% she tells herself.

The Somalis take the young woman into the warehouse and the remaining men start to the unload the truck of what appears to be property belonging to those people, probably hijacked on their yacht while on holiday, she assumes.

While Duska was watching the events below unfolding, she didn’t hear the door open behind her, but she sensed someone was there and she spins around to see Mohammed and two of his armed men standing in the doorway. The men are pointing their weapons at Duska, convincing her not to make a move.

“Ah, Lieutenant, I see you’ve just witnessed a transfer of property from some foolish European trash to me,” Mohammed smirked to Duska.

“What do you have planned for me, asshole?” Duska sneered back.

“Remember what I told you back at the mom ship; be nice,” Mohammed replied. He continued, “the only thing standing between you and the slave market is me. You can enjoy my hospitality or can find yourself as a sex whore for some perverted Arab. Your choice, Lieutenant.”

After a very long pause, Mohammed says, “I came to invite you to dinner and listen to a proposition I have for you. Aminah will be by shortly to bring you down to the dining room.”

Mohammed turns to leave with his two men, locking the door again leaving Duska to mull what Mohammed meant by a proposition.

----- To be continued.

 

[Cplnvab]

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.

 

[dan84]

Great read.. looking forward to seeing more

 

[Stevesucu209]

Captive
Chapter 3

While 1stLt. Duska Anderson, United States Marine Corps, sits in the cabin, chewing on some bread, Mohammed is making arrangements to go to shore and bring Duska with him. He will get another appraisal of her after she’s healed a bit more in a few days.

Coming into the cabin, Mohammed enters with two of his men loosely carrying AK-74 rifles. They are greeted by Duska sitting on cot wrapped in a simple sheet. She looks up at him defiantly as she’s wondering what her options are. It’s her duty to escape when the chance presents itself especially a black belt such as herself in the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program.

She considers she could take out the skinny Somalis and disarm them, but then what? There’s the rest of the crew to deal with then, so she’ll just bide her time for now.

“Lieutenant, take that sheet off now!” Mohammed commands. When she balks, he walks over to her and tears the sheet away from her, leaving her once again naked before the Somali men.

The Somali men grin and laugh to themselves; their teeth stained by years of khat chewing and just plain bad hygiene.

“My men are curious why I have not fucked you yet,” Mohammed smiled, looking at his comrades.

Mohammed motions for his men to take Duska and hold her down on the cot, spreading her legs for their leader’s access.

“Stay away from me you fucker!” Duska screams.

One of the men shoves a dirty rag into mouth to silent her.

“Lieutenant. Remember you should be nice to me. And since you’ve already had 10 Somali men in you, what’s one more?” he asks as he drops his pants to the floor.

Duska looks at him in wide-eyed amazement at the black cock of Mohammed’s. 10 inches of Somali black cock was coming for her and she was helpless to prevent it.

Mohammed lays on top of her and he takes a knife to her throat. “Be nice,” is all he says as he spits on his Somali cock and once more on the blonde-haired pussy of Duska’s.

Pushing his cock into the white Marine’s pussy, Duska screams in pain from the invasion of another cock into her vagina which is still raw from the assaults by the Somali pirate crew just a few hours ago.

Once the black cock entered her cunt, Duska stopped fighting, and surrendered to Mohammed, much to his satisfaction… she realized her options were nil and just wants to get this ordeal over with.

Mohammed’s men stopped holding her arms and legs and stepped back to watch their leader fuck away at the American’s pussy.

Duska can only lay there as she looks defiantly at Mohammed which excites him even more as he feels his nut swelling up with each thrust into his new captive.

Looking at his men, he say’s in Somali, “She’s mine now!” as his cock begins to spew gobs of Somali semen into Duska’s womb.

Having finished his deed, Mohammed withdraws from the blonde woman’s pussy trailing b-lood and semen. He moves up to Duska’s face and wipes his cum covered cock across her face, leaving her with his seed and her b-lood to dry.

For Duska’s part, what spirit she had left, was taken away from her by Mohammed’s assault as she lays there on the cot, and Mohammed’s cum seeping from her pussy, soiling the cot even more.

Dressing, Mohammed takes one more look at Duska as she lays there motionless. He directs his men to follow him out of the cabin and in so doing, commanded the steward to get the captive cleaned up and find her a suitable wrap to wear as well as a veil and scarf for her face and head which she’s to wear when they get back to Mogadishu.

Meanwhile, Mohammed’s crew is readying their boat to return to shore. He tells two of his men to bring the captive to the boat and get ready to get underway.

The men arrive just as the steward is showing Duska how to wear the wrap, veil and scarf. Duska just looks at her blankly, then watches the Somali men stand her up and put a fresh set of flex-cuffs on her wrists. They then lead her down to the plank that leads to the pirate boat.

Mohammed is there to see Duska embark and the two men with her push her down onto a heap of tarps, where Duska curls up into a f-etal position.

The pirate boat pushes away from the mom ship to make the two-hour transit to a port outside of Mogadishu.

Mohammed is once again considering Duska’s fate. Should he keep her for himself or make her available on the slave market? He decides he’ll keep her long enough for her wounds to heal which should help get him top price for such a beautiful, fit white woman.

Arriving at the port, Mohammed goes to where Duska is laying asleep. He kicks one of her feet and Duska tries to stand up in alarm, taking a moment to orient herself to the environment. To her dismay, she thought the whole episode with the pirates was only a bad dream.

“Put your veil and scarf on, Lieutenant,” Mohammed commands.

Fumbling with the unfamiliar garb, Duska puts them on as best as she can with her wrists bound.

A bus arrives to take the crew to Mohammed’s family compound on the outskirts of Mogadishu, and Duska’s new imprisonment.

Pirating has been very profitable for Mohammed and his family’s enterprise. The lavish compound provides housing for his crew and a warehouse to store the loot they are able to obtain from rich European yachts and commercial cargo ships.

There are also other quarters built into the warehouse designed for the human trafficking trade that has also been a lucrative sidelight to pirating. The quarters are more of a holding cell with a cot and a 5 gallon can for a toilet, and chains built into the walls if the new captives require restraint as they transition from spoiled socialites and bimbos to the property of a rich Somali warlord, rich Arab or affluent merchant.

In Duska’s case, Mohammed decides to take a different tact as he instructs his housekeepers to take Duska to one of the suites in the main residence. He tells his second in command to post a guard around the clock outside of Duska’s suite, and to check on her every 15 minutes, and they are forbidden to touch her as he’s trying to get her battered body back to health for the impending auction.

The housekeepers are a pair of younger Somali women, much the same age as Duska, and they are excited to dote on this Anglo. They get her a bath ready and some fresh clothes, and bring a platter of fruits and water, and some khat to help her with the pain.

The warm bath water is soothing to Duska and it helps bring her out of her funk enough to evaluate her new predicament. The two housekeepers stay close to her, and whisper between themselves about Duska’s body. They’ve seen white captives before as they are brought to the compound to be held until auction, but never interacted with them like they are with Duska.

They marvel at her sun-tanned, muscular female body, her blue eyes and blonde hair and pussy. They don’t speak English but motion for her to towel off and follow them to the bedroom where they have laid out some western clothing, a simple dress and sandals, and a bright colored scarf for her head.

The two Somali women can’t help but to not touch Duska’s hair and skin, all the while smiling and giggling like Duska was some kind of rock star.

All of their attention is making Duska feel better about her circumstances and invites the housekeepers to sit with her and they do their best to communicate.

“My name is Duska,” she tells them pointing to herself. The Somali women understand and they both tell her their names are Aminah and Faduma with big smiles all around.

Aminah and Faduma excuse themselves as they have other tasks, and Duska thinks they are saying they will be back later to check on her. As they leave, she hears a noticeable click on the door as its being locked, leaving Duska by herself.

She grabs a piece of fruit and a bottle of warm water, realizing she hasn’t eaten or d-runk anything since last night on the MV Idaho which reminds her she is really hungry and thirsty.

She wonders if the MV Idaho is aware that she is no longer aboard. She’s sure once they realize that she’s gone they will go into man overboard alert and bring the US Navy up to speed that one of their Naval officers is missing.

She walks over to a window to look outside and the view was dismal. Dirty, smudged windows couldn’t cover the fact that she really is in Somalia.

The view outside was of a makeshift shooting range adjoined by some kind of orchard. There were Somali men loitering about and Duska begins to consider if any of them had fucked and assaulted her last night.

“Those fuckers will pay,” Duska says to herself as she is feeling the growing hatred for the pirates and this godforsaken country.

Duska hears a commotion outside and she sees a cargo truck pull up to the warehouse to her right. A group of Somali men surround the truck and open the back to climb inside.

Seconds later, two middle-aged white men and one woman are pushed out and land on the dusty ground in a big cloud. They are stood up by the Somali men and hustled into the warehouse.

Duska then watches as the men in the truck have a younger woman by the waist dropping her to the waiting arms of the group of men. She was blonde like Duska but more petite. She was wearing only a bikini top and shorts as the men passed her around laughing and yelling obscenities in Somali.

The scene below her is making Duska’s b-lood boil. The Marine in her wants to jump off the balcony and kick those skinny fuckers’ asses, but right now she’s not in good condition for that. Give it a couple weeks and I’ll be back 100% she tells herself.

The Somalis take the young woman into the warehouse and the remaining men start to the unload the truck of what appears to be property belonging to those people, probably hijacked on their yacht while on holiday, she assumes.

While Duska was watching the events below unfolding, she didn’t hear the door open behind her, but she sensed someone was there and she spins around to see Mohammed and two of his armed men standing in the doorway. The men are pointing their weapons at Duska, convincing her not to make a move.

“Ah, Lieutenant, I see you’ve just witnessed a transfer of property from some foolish European trash to me,” Mohammed smirked to Duska.

“What do you have planned for me, asshole?” Duska sneered back.

“Remember what I told you back at the mom ship; be nice,” Mohammed replied. He continued, “the only thing standing between you and the slave market is me. You can enjoy my hospitality or can find yourself as a sex whore for some perverted Arab. Your choice, Lieutenant.”

After a very long pause, Mohammed says, “I came to invite you to dinner and listen to a proposition I have for you. Aminah will be by shortly to bring you down to the dining room.”

Mohammed turns to leave with his two men, locking the door again leaving Duska to mull what Mohammed meant by a proposition.

----- To be continued.

Two chapters in and you again have me hooked. Thank you for your gift of writing.

 

[Stevesucu209]

Wow, 4 chapters and I am your prisoner. I must read more but can't find chapter 5

 

[SeanS]

Once you get past the ra.pe and slavery, I hope this has a happy ending.

 

[Cplnvab]

Once you get past the ******* and slavery, I hope this has a happy ending.

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. I haven't quite devised an ending yet, but open to suggestions on a proposed outcome.