African Pirates - Journey into Sex Slavery, Part 1
The perfect paradise cruise had turned into a nightmare. That was all Scott and Amy could think as the African pirates rounded people up. The pleasure yacht had had nearly one hundred people on board, but all were equally helpless now. The pirates had launched their surprise raid just after dawn, riding the ocean waves on their sleek skiffs. Before anyone could raise an alarm, the armed militiamen were on the ship. It had happened so fast!
Scott tried to think as he clutched his wife protectively. This had been Scott and Amy's 1-year-anniversary pleasure trip, a cruise around the continent of Africa. It was supposed to be the perfect, idyllic adventure -- almost like a second honeymoon. And now only uncertainty gripped him. Terror shone in Amy's pretty blue eyes. Scott wished he could provide some real comfort, but he knew that any words he might say would ring hollow.
The sun rose higher, casting a beautiful ball of fire on the horizon, which Scott and Amy and the other passengers could hardly appreciate given their current crisis.
"What are they going to do with us?" Amy whispered. Scott glanced at his beautiful young wife. Amy was blonde, 25 years-old, tall and slender with large, firm breasts and a gorgeous, tanned body. Her flawless face looked up at him desperately as he put his arm around her waist.
"SSSHHH, sweetie. We'll figure a way out of this." He glanced at his wife's diamond ring. Maybe if they bribed the pirates, they would let them go. Hope began to flare like an ember not quite dead in the ashes.
Amy's younger sister, Jennifer, had also come along for the ride, hoping to find a young handsome man to hook up with. Jennifer stood a little ways off from them, still in shock. She stood biting her lip, fidgeting constantly. The sexy young brunette was just 18-years-old, her breasts smaller than Amy's but perfectly sculpted and firm. She was slender too, and shorter than her older sister. Her face was more delicate than Amy's, giving Jennifer an especially innocent look topped with that cute, button-like nose.
Scott whispered to Amy. "It looks like they've only taken a portion of us up to the deck. They're keeping the older passengers and the children below."
"What do you think it means?" Amy asked.
"I don't know." Scott shuddered, sure he didn't want to find out.
Close to 40 people stood on the deck of the yacht now, all young men and women. The women were beautiful and most of the men were fit and handsome. Scott had to believe that this wasn't sheer coincidence. He counted 15 soldiers on the deck and he knew there were at least 10-15 more below.
The leader of the African pirates was a handsome, huge, and muscular Somali with an angular face. His eyes shone with arrogance and cruelty. It made Scott shiver. All of the pirates wore army fatigues. The only difference was the badge of honors on the pirate leader's breast.
The pirate leader strode forward, surveying the milling, terrified passengers.
"Hello American tourists. I am General Khari. I wish to welcome you to the coasts of Africa," he shouted. "You have trespassed in our waters and for that you will pay a heavy price!" The big man spread his hands in mock apology. "If you cooperate fully, who knows, perhaps you may live to tell the tale. If you do not...." He let the sentence hang with deadly promise. "Well, if you do not I will not hesitate to kill you or throw you over the side of this ship."
He whispered something to a man beside him. Scott listened carefully and thought he caught the man's name. Imari.
The man named Imari seemed to be this pirate General's second-in-command. He was shorter and stockier than his boss, his face marred by scars on his forehead and chin. He was ugly, but his muscles were impressive and his eyes held a certain charisma. Imari made a gesture to some of the militiamen, who quickly formed a line in front of the frightened tourists. They aimed their weapons.
"Now, you will all obey me. You are my American sex slaves now...nothing more. The sooner you understand this the better. Let us begin. Take off your clothes. Now!" The General's words left all of the young American men and women totally dumbfounded at first. Yet with the prodding of assault rifles and pistols pointed directly at them the captives quickly obeyed, tossing aside everything - shirts, pants, underwear, socks, and shoes.
Soon Amy and Scott stood totally naked, shame painting their cheeks. Poor Jennifer looked so embarrassed, crossing her arms over her exposed breasts. She walked over to Amy, huddling beside her sister for comfort.
"Very good!" the general boomed. "Now I have always wanted to be a porn star director, and this will be my debut film," he laughed. Scott was aware of cameras being set up on the deck, and his jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Each of you will pick a partner to fuck. I want you all to make a good fuck show for the cameras. Go ahead now. Pair up with someone."
Scott couldn't believe this! He shuddered, nodding at Amy, who had tears in her eyes.
"It's okay, sweetie. We'll get through this."
The General's man, Imari, came all along the line of tourists and gestured with his pistol.
"Come on, hurry up cunts. Find a male partner." He pointed his pistol at Jennifer, who turned ghost-white.
"Have you not picked a cock to fuck yet? Stupid bitch, you want me to shoot you?" He aimed the weapon at Jennifer's exposed sex.
"No please don't hurt her," Amy cried out. Jennifer quickly grabbed the arm of a fit-looking man with sandy hair and dark eyes. He looked like a surfer, and as Jennifer came up to him he quietly introduced himself as Mark.
There was a pause as all of the tourists found a partner except for three girls. There wasn't gender parity.
"You three. You can sit over here and watch for now," the General said magnanimously. He then proceeded to give detailed orders for how his little 'porn video' would play out.
"Now, all of the men will lie down. The women will suck their cocks and get those cocks nice and hard. Then you sluts will mount your appointed shafts and fuck them like sex-hungry porn stars. I want you busting your cunts so hard you feel those cock-heads hitting your cervix. I want you to fuck those cocks like your lives depend on it, little cunts. Do you hear me?" Khari roared. There was a pause.
"Males, you will not cum inside your partner's sex until I give permission. All right. Begin!"
Scott lay on the deck of the ship feeling sick at what was happening to them. He looked down as Amy knelt between his legs, her fingers grasping his cock, which already had sprung to life. Scott was an Olympic skier who had a very toned body, with strong arms and legs. Yet his own fit body didn't even compare to Amy's beauty. He had always considered himself the luckiest man in the world. Amy was kind and gorgeous. She was his version of perfection, her perfect mind matched by a perfect face, a perfect pair of tits, a perfect ass, and a pussy that squeezed his cock like the ultimate haven.
Now, as he groaned, he tried to forget the awful circumstances. Scott tried to just focus on Amy's tongue sliding up and down the length of his manhood. She slowly pumped his cock with her hand, helping it to come to life even more. Her other hand meanwhile gently fondled his testicles in that way that he absolutely loved. She slowly flicked her tongue along the head of his shaft. Pumping her fist harder now, she elongated her husband's cock until it stood out like an obscene, fleshy spear.
"Come on, bitch. Hurry up!" Imari growled. The General's second-in-command was even more sadistic than the General. He came up to Amy, pressing the barrel of the gun to her neck. "Get sucking. I want to see you take that cock all the way down your worthless throat!"
Amy complied, groaning as she slipped the rigid length in her mouth. She slowly began pumping her mouth up and down Scott's penis, relishing the silky-steel texture of his rod between her lips. Her hands steadied, palms flattened on his hips as she continued to impale her sweet mouth on his dick. She felt his cock moistening up with pre-cum as he became more excited. Scott hated himself for the responses his body was betraying him with. He squeezed his eyes shut.
'I'm so sorry sweetie. Oh god...' he groaned inwardly. No, he realized that his groan was real and audible. He had let it slip, and now there was no going back as Amy's mouth took him fully in. Her lips pressed in a tight, flawless seal around his shaft as she slurped loudly, pumping her mouth all the way down until her nose could have sniffed his pubic hair. She gurgled loudly, her mouth fully impaled for ten long seconds. Then, finally, she came up for air, sputtering as pre-cum drooled from her lips. She wiped away the evidence of his lust before going down on him again.
As Amy sucked and cradled his shaft with her expert tongue, Scott groaned louder, his fists clenching. His sexy young wife sucked harder, slurping even more loudly as her hands caressed his balls. She reached one hand underneath him, gently prodding his anal opening with one finger. She knew he loved it when she did that, and his groaned deepened.
"Ooohh Amy," he sighed. "Ohhhh...!" He felt terrible, yet the lust in him surged. It overthrew his reason.
Meanwhile he was vaguely aware of other naked couples across the width of the deck in similar positions. Men lay helpless as their captors instructed, while the girls sucked and slurped on their soon-to-be fully elongated cocks.
He risked a glance over at Amy's younger sister, Jennifer. The teenage girl was smothering Mark's cock with firm, little pumps. The sexy brunette wasn't as experienced at this, and it showed. Her uncertain movements were mitigated somewhat by Mark's encouragement. Scott wondered whether Mark had absolutely no shame or whether he was trying to be encouraging so that their captors would be less displeased with them and think they were cooperating fully in the sadistic 'porn video.'
"OOoohhh baby. Yes, you're doing so good. Suck my cock just like that," Mark grunted. He gathered Jen's hair away from her face, helping Jennifer pump her mouth faster and deeper until she gurgled, groaning as his cock hit the back of her throat.
"All right, cunts and man-slaves. It's time to start fucking!" General Khari growled.
Amy straddled Scott's cock, her eyes gleaming with arousal as her pussy slowly engulfed his penis. Scott moaned, looking at her exposed sex as their bodies joined. He couldn't believe this was truly happening. His body stiffened, tense as can be. He stifled another groan, merely grunting as his naked wife began sliding up and down his length. Her hands caressed his chest as she fucked him, her body moving with a perfect rhythm, a ballet of motion each time her snatch bottomed out on his shaft. She looked down at him with her heavy-lidded gaze as if to say 'It's okay. I know none of this is your fault. Just lie there and let me fuck you. I love you so much.'
The beautiful blonde moaned as her body impaled itself again and again and again on her husband's engorged prick. Her breasts jiggled with the force of her impalements, almost mesmerizing. Scott stared at her, at the beautiful woman he loved. His heart nearly broke at the thought that he had no way to protect her -- that these cruel men could do whatever they wanted to her.
Sure enough, his fears were soon realized.
Suddenly Imari came over to her, pinching Amy's nipples as he pressed the barrel of his pistol into the smooth skin just above Amy's snatch.
"Is that what you lazy American cunts call fucking? Really bust that pussy, bitch! Bust it now or I'll pistol-whip your husband."
Fear flared in Amy's eyes to vie with the surging lust. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her knuckles white as she slammed her quim on his cock so hard again and again, the loud SMACK of their bodies joining now echoing across the deck. Scott looked down, watched as her cunt plunged downward to take in every inch of his straining penis. His cock felt her cunt muscles squeeze him tightly like a velvet glove. Her breasts bounced frantically, shaking for all to see as she fucked him with a desperation she hadn't had before.
"That's more like it," Imari grunted. He pinched Amy's right nipple once more, just for the sadistic pleasure of it, before moving on to check on the other couples.
Maybe it was this horror-fueled fascination, but Scott couldn't help himself. He glanced over to check on Jennifer. Poor Jen. The teenage girl was gingerly straddling Mark's gigantic 9-inch phallus. His vein-bulging prick slowly pressed between Jennifer's delicate cunt lips as she lowered herself, biting her lip and moaning.
"UUuhhhh!" she sighed. "Oh god."
"I know, baby. I'm stretching you. It's okay. Go as slow as you need to," Mark groaned. He reached up and gently cupped Jennifer's breasts, his hands sliding over her sensitive nipples as she began to grind her hips, plunging her pussy down his manhood. The young couple continued to fuck like that for maybe another sixty seconds. Scott's eyes widened as Jennifer's face grew from a look of discomfort to...to what exactly, at first he didn't recognize it. Couldn't believe it.
Her face had taken on a haze of pleasure. Her cheeks blushed as she moaned, her pussy flying up and down Mark's rigid pole. Her eyes squeezed shut as her mouth fell open in a wordless cry, and Scott was stunned as he realized that Jennifer was having an orgasm!
"Oooohhh. Fuck!" Jennifer moaned. Mark's grunts reached new depths as she writhed on his prick. Her nipples had pebbled up into hardened buds as he cupped her luscious tits, and now he grimaced, trying to hold back his own release.
Imari came over with a riding crop clutched in one fist. He smacked it hard against Mark's hands, which were still cupping Jennifer's breasts. Mark cried out and yanked his hands away.
"No touching her, stupid man slave! You just lay there!" He turned his attention to Jennifer as the sexy brunette continued to move up and down Mark's shaft, her cunt making squelchy-wet sounds in the throes of her arousal. "You aren't supposed to be enjoying this so much. Stupid cunt!" He smacked the riding crop across Jennifer's breasts. One. Two. Three. Four swats. Jennifer squirmed and groaned, her breasts jiggling with each swat. Her pussy lunged faster and harder, hugging Mark's shaft as she cried out.
"Please stop hurting me!"
Imari ignored her, slamming the crop into her beautiful young breasts, enjoying her squirms and cries as she impaled her teenage pussy on the biggest cock she'd ever known. Jennifer's face morphed into an intriguing mixture of pain and pleasure. Pain surged each time the cruel crop bit into her supple cones, yet pleasure trailed it as Mark's cock surged between her thighs, ricocheting along the walls of her snug passage in ways that awakened too many sensations.
"Please...Uhhhh! I'm fucking him as fast as I can!" she wailed. Finally Imari relented, withdrawing the crop and grabbing Jen by the nape of the neck.
"If you dare cum on that cock again without my permission I'll put a bullet in your pussy. Understand?"
Jennifer whimpered. "Y-yes Sir!"
Satisfied that he'd disciplined the sex slave for now, the man withdrew and walked over to another young couple.
Scott strained to see what Imari would do next. Meanwhile Amy was moaning loudly now, her nipples hardened into pink spikes as her pussy creamed up on his shaft, her juices pungent in the air. Scott momentarily looked back up at his beautiful wife, her sad yet lust-tinted face sporting a wordless coo as she too went over the edge. Luckily Imari was too busy to notice, too busy to see Amy's lithesome body seize up on her husband's lap, her cunt convulsing wildly as it spewed so much of her sweet nectar.
Scott grunted, automatically gripping his wife's sexy ass cheeks as she moaned quietly, riding out the rest of her climax. Her chest heaved, her breasts bobbing up and down as she felt the last spasm of her pussy clenching around his cock, the last shred of delirious joy as she coated the penis of the man she loved thoroughly in her juices.
"Yes, Scott. I love coming on your hard cock. Mmmm!" she sighed, leaning over to whisper in his ear. She began grunting again, sliding her now well-lubricated snatch up and down, fucking herself, grunting louder as she picked up her pace again. Her sexy ass gyrated madly. Soon she was at it again, at full force, fucking him like a sex-crazed maniac, knowing that to stop might bring unwanted attention from their captors. Scott didn't know how much longer he could hold himself back. His testicles felt heavy, swimming with his seed. The pent-up need for release would soon drive him insane if he didn't cum soon!
But he soon became aware of the consequences of not obeying their captors, and it made his throat tighten.
On the far side of the deck there was a busty redhead with pale skin. Her pretty face was transformed with an enraptured moan as she squealed in the midst of a powerful orgasm. The man beneath her grunted, his whole body stiffening as he shot his load deep into her dripping pussy. The redhead collapsed in a heap on top of her lover, their sweaty bodies still joined with his cock nestled in her tight, damp heat. For a moment they formed the picture of two naked lovers, nothing more.
And then it turned into a nightmare....
"Did the General say you could stop?" Imari pistol-whipped the man on the ground and then pulled up the redhead by her hair. She cried out. Jism leaked from her well-fucked pussy as Imari began to lead the redhead away.
The General's booming voice rang out. "Throw that redhead cunt and her boyfriend over the side! Let them swim with the sharks for disobeying me!"
There it was, a brutal chill wrapping around Scott's heart as he realized how high the stakes really were. This Somali general was a total, sadistic madman. They had to please him...or...he didn't want to even think about what might happen to them.
Scott looked helplessly into Amy's beautiful glacier-blue eyes.
'I'm sorry,' was all he could say with his wordless gaze. 'I'm sorry I can't do anything to save us.'
He felt his skin prickle as suddenly a new presence loomed. The General himself. He had stripped out of all of his clothes, standing completely naked with a thick elongated cock that was every bit of 10 inches. It was almost like a short spear rather than a cock. It wasn't just the length but the thickness of it.
Amy licked her lips and moaned as the General positioned himself behind her.
"I've enjoyed watching you and your man, little blonde cunt. You've made me very, very horny. I saw you cream up and cum on your husband's cock." He made a tsk-tsk sound. "Now normally I would have Imari punish you, but this time I'll let you off easy with an ass fuck. I've always wanted to feel the inside of an American's girl's tight ass."
Amy went rigid, her eyes filling with fear. 'Oh no!' Scott thought. What could he do? His mind raced, trying to think of something.
"Please, don't fuck her there. Take the wedding ring. Our gift to you! Just please leave her alone."
But the General ignored Scott. General Khari slowly poured some kind of lubricant into Amy's puckered hole, rubbing it around the rim of her anus.
"No, please!" Amy whimpered. She tensed up as she felt a large head prodding at her star-shaped hole. Slowly, bit by bit, she felt that bulbous cock-head invade her sensitive anal opening, pressing past despite her sphincter muscles clenching up. She groaned, feeling the incredible fullness as her ass felt like a baseball bat had been embedded inside of it. With slow, short thrusts, General Khari began pumping his penis into her sexy bottom, growling as he gripped her firmly by the waist.