“Quick! Quick! We must scamper away! Quick! Take all the valuable prisoners and let’s get out of here! The Navy—the real one—is going to be after us soon!”
Indeed, King Haku was right, when a cruise ship like the Sunny Neptune ran aground, a distress signal was automatically sent out and picked up by all nearby ships and stations.
It was now a race against the clock. If the real Navy picked them on their radar, they were cooked.
King Haku, Callico Jack, Major Sukarno and their men went to work and herded all their selected prisoners, mostly female, on the deck. With an efficiency that showed they had done this before, they tied up their ankles, then their wrists above their heads, and using ropes, they lowered each prisoner down onto their motor boats, where they laid them all down side by side like some sort of living, moving and cursing human-size sausages.
King Haku did not forget his most prized trophy—Cho, and she had a cute friend that came as a sexy bonus that would be worth exploring. King Haku adored Chinese delight, perhaps even more than Caucasian tourists.
All the iPhones were confiscated or simply tossed into the sea, so the prisoners had no means of giving their positions.
The captive officer cadets were all stripped Eve-naked. The Indonesian men took unmitigated pleasure in searching all these naked Chinese girls for any hidden device; they gave special attention to their assholes. The girls were all mocked and in tears from the unbearable humiliation. They were declared “clean” after a quick, but thorough inspection.
These Indonesian mercenaries who had double-crossed the ship’s crew were delighted to hear the plaintive lamentations of their bronze-faced prisoners—they found it very funny that Beijing couldn’t find any other soldiers than that squad of cheek-boned girls who were the greenest troops they had ever seen.
All that Beijing had achieved was putting more hens in the barn in the hopes to keep the fox away.
After being copiously catcalled and given a free lesson in lewd Indonesian words, Lieutenant Xue Chun was helped back into her ruffled uniform, like all the other Chinese soldiers; it would be such a pity to waste such Communist prime-grade skin under that tropical sun!
They all remained barefoot; no time to put their field boots again. Anyway, they would soon lose their uniform again, and this time for good.
“It will be all the more fun to strip them again next time; the quality is Red-Star certified!” Major Sukarno jested and everybody laughed as Xue’s delicate wrists disappeared under solid rings of Indonesian rope.
The Major tied her ankles himself, taking the opportunity to caress Xue’s feet and appreciate their small size and their girly tenderness; they would be delicious to kiss and lick, but now there was no time for this. Xue was lowered and loaded on a large dinghy like a piece of Mandarin meat.
The ship’s first and third officers were all similarly stripped and searched before being allowed back into some of their uniform and taken on motor boats, to be transported on board of what looked like an Indonesian frigate.
From up close, it turned out to be a large yacht painted in grey with big white numbers on its hull, and the deck was fitted with pieces of wood that looked like guns and machineguns. There were even dolls and mannequins wearing helmets that looked like crewmen when observed from afar.
The one odd thing suddenly dawned on Mick. There was no helicopter. Usually, a frigate had one or two helicopters on its stern for search and rescue or anti-submarine action. That ship was a fake. It was a captured yacht.
Daniel found himself on that crowded yacht, separated from Sakura. He saw a girl who looked about 18 to 20 years old being carefully led inside and to the back. It was clear that she was an important prisoner with a high ransom to her head. She was also very attractive from the glimpse he got from her.
Then, he saw and recognized King Haku. Him?!
He couldn’t help but feel impressed at what that pirate Captain had just accomplished—this was the first time ever that a large cruise ship was successfully boarded and captured by pirates.
They had to be a large group, and they also had been helped from inside the ship, but such a feat required a great deal of daring and cunning, forethought and planning.
Once the “sausaged” prisoners were safely loaded on the mock frigate, their captors sailed away full throttle, and it was a rather fast yacht. First Officer Mick judged they were making about 25 knots when he was being escorted to the heads where he would relieve his bowels.
The prisoners were all granted a bathroom break every hour or so; it wasn’t in the interest of the captors to have smelly captives and messes to clean on the ship. They made sure to closely escort them however.
Two of the Swedish girls vomited due to the extreme stress they were in. Polynesian pirates told them not to worry; they would take real good care of them!
The trip lasted several hours. Mick judged that they covered something like 150 nautical miles from the site of their capture. Six hours at 25 knots.
There seemed to be more prisoners than guards on that crowded yacht. All in all, Mick counted three ship officers including himself and the beautiful third officer, the 20-odd Swedish girls, the Chinese soldiers barring their two casualties, and 15 or 20 passengers, most of them female tourists who were young and beautiful.
The pirates were going to sell them all off on the slave trade in Indonesia and Southeast Asia unless the family was able to round out a hefty ransom. This capture was bringing them a solid payday, and a solid fuck party as well.
Mick didn’t have the slightest doubt about the fate of these young Swedish girls. In spite of the ropes painfully tying up his wrists and ankles, he was wicked hard. None of them would be allowed to remain a virgin until tomorrow.
They arrived near an island and slowed down to 5-7 knots. They entered a well-protected cove after passing near a cargo ship that was at anchor.
The yacht dropped its anchors and some of the prisoners were selected and were taken and loaded again on the small motor boats with the same efficiency, this time to be taken on shore.
Most of the pirates took these prisoners to the beach, where they laid them down on the white sand under coconut trees. It was afternoon; the day was pretty clear.
Mick was kept on the yacht. He saw the pirates took half of the Swedish students, choosing the blondest and youngest-looking ones. They also took all ten Chinese soldiers, including their two officers—Xue Chun and Shu Liang.
The French-born Third Officer was also selected; she yelled and cursed at them in her rapid-fire Parisian French that no one understood except Daniel who was nearby and immediately recognized Cho’s voice and figure as the Chinese-looking New Yorker was carried away by Haku like his personal trophy.
Jenn was also brought to the shore as well, along with four or five tourist couples in their twenties who looked American or European, or Chinese.
All in all, there were 20-25 pirates plus all eight Indonesian mercenaries; they brought two large dozens of girls on that shore.
Six men were already there, waiting for them. Cho’s already-sunk heart turn to heavy water and sunk down into unfathomable darkness as she recognized that same cargo-ship crew that had taken their pleasure with her and other tourist girls in these same waters three years ago.
She recognized them all right—six Indonesian pirates, who were all squalid and dressed in worn-out clothes that certainly didn’t smell very good and looked like they should have been thrown in the garbage five years ago.
Cho even remembered something special about their Skipper, but she wasn’t able to recall what it was. She felt their fierce gaze on her and it all came back to her in a big rush of hellish memories.
She remembered how one of them—yes, that was him, the one with the long horse-like face—he rushed at her and she cringed so bad when she felt his rancid tongue on her delicate nipples.
Cho looked away from them. She was know almost welcoming the prospect of being re-raped by King Haku; at least, the big Polynesian colossus didn’t smell bad.
The cargo ship had brought supplies and huts had been built to house the “honoured guests” and their captors. It looked like a Polynesian hamlet under the afternoon’s fair heavens.
Since they had been so instrumental in the cruise ship’s capture, the Indonesian mercenaries had the first picks on the female captives, who were all young and pretty.
There were so many captive women that they were divided in two groups. Group A would take the assaults of each and every man on that beach; this represented a ratio of about 3:1 in favour of the pirates.
After this, group B would be honoured with the second loads or any other sort of valiant efforts from each of these 39 men who were presently all salivating and already hard in wild anticipation.
Major Sukarno convinced King Haku and Calico Jack to make Group A and all-Chinese group. It would be so much fun to have each of these yellow-faced bitches take all the fresh ardours and first loads from three pirates for each one of them.
There were already eight Chinese enlisted soldiers and two officers, which made ten. They added Cho and Jenn. Number thirteen was a 25-year-old tourist from Philippines who went by the nickname of Fade.
This gave the eleven Swedish blondes extra time to wail and lament on their inevitable fate. The Third Officer, another Chinese-speaking tourist, a young Pakistani wife and two German girls were also kept waiting like uncooked sausages at a barbecue.
The Pakistani husband and the German boyfriends were tied up to coconut trees, where they had their shorts dropped to expose their private parts. The grinning pirates told them to enjoy the upcoming show.
They also told them to be ready for a nice surprise, and laughed in a sinister way.
“All right! Let’s get the party going! Yahooo!” Major Sukarno said as he grabbed Shu Liang by her bob-style hair. “Let’s try this one! Lieutenant, if you meet my expectations, I’ll recommend you for promotion. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Shu Liang feebly protested, “Bù! Bù…” but she became quite submissive as one Somali pirate restrained her arms and they laid her down on the white Java sand and Sukarno screamed his fierce joy as he sent buttons flying and ripped Shu’s uniform shirt open.
Her bra was stretched and snapped broken by an Indonesian hand and Shu Liang began to quietly weep as her small tits were suddenly revealed with their intense brown nipples under the tropical sun.
The place became filled with the peculiar, high-pitched singing sounds of the Chinese girls as most of them began to weep or wail while their limbs were being restrained. Their Red-Star khaki uniforms were then roughly torn and pulled and knife-cut away from their Mandarin-bronze girliness.
“Let’s unwrap these cute gifts that Beijing kindly sent us!” Calico Jack observed as he gleefully opened Xue Chun’s officer’s shirt while the young Lieutenant proved the loudest of all the Chinese girls—her shrieks and squeals sailed high against the tranquil sky without achieving anything other than sparking extra arousal in her soon-to-be rapists.
“Oh boy! Her tits are splendid! They’re small, but they are still well pushed out of her chest. And hear her singing! Does she think her screams are going to reach help in China? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Xue Chun looked at Calico Jack and the other black-faced Somali with nothing but terrified panic, as they laid her down on the tropical beach and they presently pulled her regulation trousers away from her petite, alluring legs.
“First time I’m seeing the cunt of a Chinese officer! Great thing that they were left without underwear after we nude-searched them!”
“Yeah, boss! She has a nice little stretch of Communist hair!”
“She looks very tight!” said a third Somali as he gleefully kissed her small feet while holding her dainty ankles.
“A nice little Chink to fuck and fill-up. Rinse and repeat!”
Xue Chun screamed in deafening terror as she realized that not only she was going to get gang-raped again, but this time, it was going to be by three Somali pirates—black men!
Other pirates and the Indonesian mercenaries grinned with intense joy and lust as they stripped the Chinese officer cadets under the coconut trees.
The teen girls—distinctly Chinese with their high cheekbones, warm-bronze skin hue and their narrow, dark eyes—were all surprisingly submissive.
Most of them froze in open-mouthed terror with utter disbelief in their eyes as these dark men, olive skin or dark brown, stripped them out of their uniforms while catcalling them and making lewd comments in Indonesian, Chinese, or some African dialect.
They had been taught that China was far superior to all other nations on earth, yet these Somali and Malays, monkey-faced all of them, claimed a surprisingly easy victory over their claimed superiority.
Manly hands in two main shades of brown—near-black African and Indonesian bronze—taught them that what was morally and conceptually impossible was indeed physically possible.
Uniform shirts were sliced open with bowie knives, after some nice caresses on their angular cheeks using the face of the blade. Watching their Mandarin tears of defeat making the knife wet was beyond delicious—quite a hors-d’oeuvre!
Khaki fatigues were ragingly pulled down their soft, college-girl legs and the men saw who had a neat triangle of pussy hair and who shaved their bushes like little duck-eating whores.
These dark or medium-brown hands easily stripped them out of their uniforms and then, they cupped and kneaded their Mandarin dough as they played with their firm breasts and commented in their languages, with fat joy in their hands and savage victory in their brightened faces.
They also fingered their Communist pussies, to see if they would see red stars in the sky once they rubbed them all the way to East-block overdrive.
Cadet Yin Wu, 18 years old, felt an intensely added layer of shame as she found herself soaking wet with unwilling excitement as a Somali pirate gently pressed her shaved cunt and started rubbing her folds, grinning at her, his wide-open eyes feasting on her brown nipples and pale breasts.
Even the other men’s painful pressure on her small wrists added to her shame and arousal, which was also augmented by the sight of her fellow cadets being similarly laid down on the white sand and urgently stripped out of their uniforms.
Seeing her two instructors being given that same humiliation was wickedly arousing too. Yin Wu was actually in love with Shu Liang.
Shu Liang had a thin body with athletic tone. Her naked body looked like a compromise between a marathoner and a tennis player. Major Sukarno had a major hard-on as he discovered all Shu’s treasures as the First Lieutenant in charge was quietly sobbing and looking at them with the air of a trapped animal.
The Indonesian men flipped her over and nudged her into a kneeling position, on all fours with her thin, athletic arms stretched in front of her.
Sukarno couldn’t wait to see what she felt like, so he briefly ran his hands around the juicy roundness of her pale-bronze buttocks, before putting a liberal amount of slobber on his Jakarta-bred cock.
“Now, let’s hear what this dim-sum muncher has to say to this!” the Indonesian ex-Major bellowed between his grinning teeth as he pushed between Shu Liang’s folds while his two cronies held her in place for their leader.
“Aahh! Bùùùùù!!!” Shu Liang squealed in shame as the Major forcefully entered her.
“She’s fucking wet, guys! What do you know! What do you know! The Mandarin slut loves Indonesian cocks! Now, let’s give it to her! Hnnrrrrr!”
Then, Major Sukarno raped Shu Liang from behind, his khaki-trousers making grooves in the white sand as the kneeling Indonesian enjoyed the Chinese officer doggy style, holding her slim, athletic waist and contemplating her military-toned nakedness.
The rape was urgent, primal and silent. Loud whimpers were powerfully forced out of Shu Liang, who remained all tensed up with warm tears falling from her narrow eyes as she felt herself being so ruthlessly shaken by this Indonesian man, whom she had seen on the cruise ship and felt secretly attraction for him before the surprise attack.
Major Sukarno let that pressure build up and that primal lust flow throughout him; each of his raging strokes brought shocked whimpers out of his unwilling companion.
He accelerated his tempo and bounced her flattened buttocks against him as fast and furiously as he could. Then, he bolted, and looked up at the sky and let out a loud howl that tried to sail all the way to Jakarta as the Indonesian ex-Major blissfully exploded inside the Red-Star Lieutenant.
Two minutes later, Shu Liang let out a prolonged moan that undulated its sound waves up against the coconut trees as she powerfully orgasmed under the delighted strokes of an Indonesian ex-Sergeant.
Cadet Yin Wu, 18 years old, had felt immensely fascinated against her will as she saw the tall Somali pirate promptly dropping his Bermuda shorts in front of her and displaying the fattest and longest dick she had ever seen—and it was all midnight black and covered with a complex network of veins that shimmered under the sun as he put a nice coat of spit on that impressive, boomerang-shaped tusk of African flesh.
“Just for you, little Communist bitch. You’ll see how I’ll fill you up, little slut from Nanking!”
As the two other Somali pinned her on the sun-baked beach sand, Yin Wu felt a bit less terrified and more curious to know what it felt like to have such a monstrous appendix deep inside her.
She was also a virgin and she felt that it was about time she learned what it was like to be taken by a man. And these pirates were MEN. There was no doubt about it. These entitled American tourists who had hit on her in Singapore looked like little boy scouts in comparison.
These pirates were the real deal.
Yin Wu yelped with pain and moaned like a loud pussycat from Shanghai when that king-size chunk of Somali stick made its victorious way deep inside her soaking-wet pussy, brutally forcing her virgin cunt open and forcing loud screams of pain out of her as the Somali man grunted and laid himself down on top of her and started to pound her full-steam ahead.
Yin Wu felt the pain as it slowly subsided while an all-encompassing surging tide of pleasure hijacked all her senses. She found herself only inches under that man’s black face, with his sweat dripping on her and his musk taking her prisoner and enhancing her sense of shame.
That man then did the very last thing she thought he would do—he kissed her and gently caressed her raven hair while supporting his heavy weight on his elbows. She felt an exploding confusion surge within her as he kept pounding her hard, stretching her teenage pussy and keeping the strokes coming and coming.
She could hear and feel the barbaric intensity of the rape. Under a shower of Somali laughter, Yin Wu surrendered to her shame and accepted her sordid humiliation. Her body loved that man’s tropical heat. She even loved that setting—on a beach under coconut tree.
It was the perfect place to be subjected to a taboo gang-rape from Somali pirates.
Yin Wu wrapped her petite legs around that well-hung Somali and tightly clung to him, moving her lap up and fully receiving him as she moaned and howled out of control, like the loudest pussycat from Shanghai.
“Wow! The Red-Star kid really likes you, Maxamuud!”
“Come on, Maxamuud! Give it to her! This is your first Chinese cunt! Make it count!”
The Somali next in line was eagerly waiting his turn and wicked hard as he gazed at Yin Wu’s little feet and crossed ankles. Her peculiar pale bronze complexion added to the erotic power of her dainty feet.
That Somali pirate started kissing and worshipping those adorable feet as the rape met a sudden and very predictable conclusion.
Maxamuud uttered a long, inarticulate series of groans right into Yin Wu’s neck, his face buried in her raven hair as he exploded like a nuclear blast that spewed a massive load out of his mushroom-shaped glans, now buried deep inside the Chinese teen and feeding her with Somali heat and stickiness.
Yin Wu was left panting and sweating all over, lying down on that beach under coconut trees. She barely registered the second Somali pirate as he took his turn inside her and taught him a different style of African rhythm as he made himself at home inside her while calling her a dim-sum muncher and a Shanghai fuck doll.
TO BE CONTINUED.
