We never saw the terrorists' boat coming. I wasn't even paying much attention. We thought at first it was a fishing trawler. It certainly looked like one of the many we had passed. Suddenly, it passed very close to us. It dwarfed our little yacht completely. As we watched, a few men climbed down a rope ladder from the side of the trawler and got into a little dinghy and rowed towards us. We didn't think much of it, until they were right on top of us, and in a trice began to climb into our little yacht, and before drawing their guns on us.
There were three of us on the yacht. There was me, a thirty-year-old whose daytime job is a freelance reporter. I was also a pretty good soccer player, playing for the second division team of Bombay's famous football team The Colonials Mumbai FC. There was a chance that next year I might make it to the premier division. Not bad for a hobby.
The others were my twenty-two-year-old sexy and gorgeous tall, big breasted wife Poonam, the love of my life, and her mother Asin, a lady who was now approaching her forty-fifth year, but with a combination of diet, exercise and good genes, looked no older than thirty-five.
The three of us had been cruising in the Indian Ocean, not far from Madras, soaking up the hot sun. With Poonam's dad unable to make it due to work issues, I was enjoying my time with two lovely sexy ladies, flirting with and playfully teasing my mother-in-law all the time, while having loud, boisterous sex with Poonam every night, and making sure the lovely Asin heard it sleeping in the next cabin. This was Paradise, and I was in it. Now suddenly there was trouble in Paradise and we were staring at the barrels of guns drawn against us.
We were not even given the time to change. I was still dressed in T-shirt and trousers. My wife was dressed in a loose top and a mini skirt that barely reached to her knees. And my mother-in-law Asin was wearing a yellow and white polka dot sun dress that clung to her big butt and left her legs bare.
"Get in the dinghy." One of the men told us in broken Hindi.
"Who are you?" My wife Poonam yelled back. "Why are you doing this? You have no right!"
Another of the men laughed. Then he pointed the gun at my wife and said, "Get in the dinghy, Bhabhi, before I empty this in your tandroost body, you BITCH!"
The casual way he called my wife a vile name and threatened to kill her while still calling her Bhabhi (respected sister-in-law) sent a chill down my spine. Poonam didn't seem too bothered.
"We are Indian citizens." My wife went on. "You have no right to do this to us."
It seriously looked like Poonam would try and challenge the men, who seemed to have no compulsions about killing us and just taking our yacht.
"Poonam, please!" Asin hissed back at her. "For goodness' sake, beti, be quiet."
We slowly climbed in the dinghy, where another man was already seated, with a gun pointed at us. As we sat there, waiting, I started to count the total number of guys. There was one guy in the boat with us. Three were in the yacht, going through our belongings. That made 4.
The original guy who had first shouted at Poonam appeared on the deck. He said something in Tamil to the guy who was in the dinghy. Then another man climbed into the dinghy and started to row. Soon we left the yacht and were headed back towards the bigger ship. The fishing trawler.
"Where are you taking us?" My wife asked the man with the gun. "Why are you kidnapping us?"
The man just pointed the gun back at her, and then mouthed one word.
"BOOM!"
He then laughed.
"Poonam. Please!" Asin hissed again. "Do you want to get us all killed? They have guns!"
I began to note down the appearances of the two men on the boat with us. They were all dark skinned, thin, tall and muscular. So were the two guys who remained back in the yacht. They all spoke Tamil. Probably fishermen from South India, perhaps Tamil Nadu. Yet, why did they have guns if they were fishermen? I didn't speak Tamil so I couldn't understand them at all.
Suddenly a fear came into my mind. I remember reading reports about the growing Tamil insurgency in Sri Lanka. But ... but ... Sri Lanka was so far south! There was no way those Tamil insurgents could be this far up north, in Indian waters, could they? We were merely a day's journey from Madras! And what did they want with us? We were neither Tamil, nor Sinhalese!
I got my answer soon enough. The other guy, who was rowing, said something to the guy with the gun. They both started to laugh.
"What did you say?" Poonam asked again.
The man with the gun looked at her with an evil leer. Then he turned to me and said, "My friend said it would be fun to fuck your wife."
Then he looked at Poonam and mocked her, "Bhabhi, tujhe chodne main mazaan aye ga."
The man's comment confirmed my worst fears.
These men would normally have just shot us dead and taken our boat. They were pirates, or insurgents. But seeing Poonam and Asin, two beautiful ladies, and the chance to capture them, had changed their plans. These were probably criminals and sailors who hadn't been home, or with a woman, for months. Now suddenly they have two beautiful, curvaceous, fair skinned helpless ladies at their mercy. Poonam and Asin would probably be held captive on the ship and forced to become sex slaves, serving the crew day and night. I would probably be kept alive to be used as leverage, so that Poonam and Asin did what they were asked to.
I looked at Asin and caught her worried glance. I realized she too had come to the same conclusion, and hence she was hushing Poonam down. No need to make a bad situation worse. We were now at the mercy of these hoodlums, and it wasn't looking good.
The dinghy moored beside the trawler. Two huge hooks were lowered from a crane, to be attached to the side of the dinghy. The man who was rowing fixed those hooks to the mooring clamps of the dinghy.
I would have to remember this, I told myself. If we must escape, somehow, I would have to know how to lower the dinghy. Asin, whose father had been in the Navy, knew her way around boats, so maybe she could help. I looked up at the trawler.
It was a big trawler. The ship had a main deck, and then two decks above the main level. The bridge was on the top most deck. A rope ladder, about 20 feet, hung from the main deck down to the dinghy. I couldn't see the name of the boat.
"You." The man pointed the gun at my mother-in-law. "Climb."
"Yes. I will." Asin replied. "Please do not shoot."
"I will not shoot you." The man laughed. "After all, we want to fuck you. Every day. For a loooooong time."
He gave her an evil grin.
I said nothing. I couldn't. The barrel of the gun had now turned and was pointed sorely at me, before being pointed back at Asin.
My mother-in-law placed her hands on the role ladder and caught hold of one of the rungs. She then put her feet on the lowest rungs and started to climb up. As she climbed a couple of rungs, the man with the gun raised his free hand and brought it down on her rump.
SMACK!
It was a sharp hit. Asin nearly lost of her grip but managed to hold on. My beautiful mother-in-law remained still, trying to be as dignified as possible, even as this man smacked, and then openly fondled, her ass.
"You have such a nice, big, fleshy gaand, Aunty." The man smirked. "Our boss would fall in love with you. He likes women with big bottoms. The last time we captured someone like you, she spent months locked up in his room, servicing him day and night with her cunt and ass!"
We didn't say anything. Both Poonam and I watched as this man molested her mother brazenly, lifting her dress, and then inserting one finger, then two, in the crack of her ass. The other man watched and laughed.
Then the gunman smacked her on the bum again.
SMACK!
"Climb!"
Asin climbed and quickly went up the ladder. Then the man turned to my wife Poonam.
"Your turn, Bhabhi. Climb the ladder, bitch!"
Poonam didn't say anything this time. She was still trying to process what had just happened to her mother. I think she was in some sort of shock where she was refusing to accept what predicament we were currently in. My wife went to the ladder and climbed the first couple of steps.
SMACK!
The man with the gun similarly whacked her on her buttocks.
"Hey!" Poonam twisted her head back. "I am climbing."
Oh, come on Poonam! I silently yelled at her. They are already calling you bitch and making plans to fuck you. Why are you antagonizing them further?!
The man smirked at her.
"I am admiring your ass, Bhabhi."
He then lifted up her skirt slightly so her white butt cheeks came into view. The other man whistled.
"Kya gaand hain. Mazaa ayega phaardnai main." He said, which roughly translated to, "What an ass! Would be fun to tear it up."
SMACK!
The gunman slapped her on her buttocks again, making them jiggle.
I just watched as this man struck my wife on her ass, and I couldn't do anything to help. I stared as he grabbed a little bit of the flesh, kneaded it, and then smacked her again.
SMACK!
"Climb!"
Then the gunman turned to me and said, ominously, "Your wife's a proper bitch. We will deal with her accordingly."
"Please." I begged. "Don't mind her. She's just scared."
I was ordered to climb in after her. I began to climb, watching Poonam reach the top of the ladder. A hand suddenly reached out, grabbed her by the bum, groped her, and then hauled her up. I heard Poonam remonstrating angrily with whoever had grabbed her buttocks, to be greeted by laughter in reply.
Once I reached the top, I climbed over the top of the deck and the rope ladder was pulled away. The two men would come up with the boat being pulled up by the crane. That is what I needed to do -- find out how to lower the boat -- if we had to escape.
"So, there you are, our GUESTS!"
The words were spoken, in pure Hindi, by a man I could only guess was the leader of this whole enterprise. I was to find out soon that his name was Bheem, and he was the captain of this ship and the leader of this bunch of gangsters.
Bheem was a typical South Indian villain from Bollywood. He was of slightly taller than average height, quite dark, almost like a black African, and had an evil sneer to him. He was definitely not a handsome man. However, he had something about him -- an attitude -- and he looked like a brute. He gave the air of someone you did not want to cross. Bheem had a big moustache but was otherwise clean shaved. He had a big belly. Despite being fat, he looked really strong, and his arms were thick and muscular, and his hands were big. He wore a brown shirt, and a white dhoti -- a type of loin cloth typical of the area, that was bunched up to his knees.
There was ONE interesting thing about Bheem that anyone would notice right away. This dark, almost black, Tamil speaking guy had BROWN eyes! Yes! His pupils were dark brown!
Around him were all his minions. I would get to know them quite well over the next few weeks.
Suraj, the first mate of the ship. A young, tall, lanky fellow, with long black hair who reeked of cigarette smoke. He was, like all of them, strong and muscular. He too liked a woman's butt, and loved to fuck women in the ass, as my wife would find out.
Lalan, who I would find out was the 'engineer' of the group, and the one in charge after Bheem and Suraj. He was skinny, short, and always smiled nervously. It had been his idea of not killing us but taking us onboard -- for "service".
Madhavan, a mean looking man with a big mustache who looked like he had just stepped out of a South Indian movie villain casting session. A smaller version of Bheem, that's Madhavan.
Altaf, another tall, dark South Indian man with bald head and bushy mustache and beard. He was physically very strong, almost like an ox, and could probably take on ten men alone in a fight. No one messed with him, and he was Bheem's enforcer.
Vikas oversaw the kitchen. He looked North Indian, and he was the young man who held the gun in the boat, and the one who had smacked and fondled my wife's and my mother-in-law's behinds.
Finally Sunny, another young North Indian guy, young, clean shaven and movie star looks, except for his dark skin. He had been the one rowing the dinghy back. I would later find out he had a sadistic streak in him.
"What should we do with the three of you?" Bheem asked, seemingly good-naturedly. He seemed happy to see us here. "We wanted a yacht and then Lalan tells me we are going to take on visitors. Our ship is a little bit crowded for ... um ... tourists, I am afraid."
He laughed at his own joke.
"Why don't you let us go." My wife asked him defiantly. "What do you want with us?"
"Tsk. Tsk." Bheem shook his head. "Respect, Mrs. Sharma. Respect."
"How do you know my last name?" Poonam asked, surprised.
Bheem laughed.
"We have been following your little yacht on the radar ever since you guys left the resort in Madras." He said. "My man, who is a cleaner there, there told me about your cruise plans that you so carelessly had shared with him. And I, Mrs. Sharma, wanted a new yacht. You see, we need some repairs to this old trawler of ours. We need it for our ... shall we say ... 'operations'. Your yacht would fetch a handsome amount in the market. Two of my men are already taking it to Madras."
"You got our yacht." Poonam told him. "Let us go. Put us on a small dinghy and let us be away."
Bheem turned to his men and laughed. They all laughed back with him.
"Let us go, she says." Bheem mocked her and repeated the words in a high-pitched tone. He laughed again.
"When fate delivers two beautiful, ripe, gori girls to me and my men, we don't say no, Mrs. Sharma. My men have been thirsting for some pussy for a while, and you two ladies are going to provide it. Over the next two months, your cunt, your ass and your mouth will be open for business."
It was an ominous threat.
I decided it was time for me to be the hero.
"Hey!" I said. "Look here. We are all reasonable folk here. If you want lots of money-"
I never got to finish my sentence. Bheem had been standing about six feet in front of me. This big, stocky, fat guy suddenly moved so fast that I was completely unprepared. I was punched quite suddenly, right on my tummy, knocking the wind out from me. Another blow landed at my ankles. As I fell to the ground, I felt a hand coming right at my solar plexus. One more punch crashed into my ribs on my side. I looked up, only to see Bheem kneel and then deliver a smashing uppercut to my jaw. As I heard both my wife and mother-in-law scream, the world suddenly went black.
* * *
When I came to, it was dark. I slowly opened my eyes and sat up. I was in a small bed in a dark, dimly lit room. Poonam and Asin were beside me by the bed, looking at me with worried eyes.
"How are you, Vivek?" Poonam asked, with concern in her voice. "You look all beat up."
"He was beaten up." Asin told her.
"I ... I ... I think I am fine." I said, shaking my head. I still had a splitting headache. My jaw hurt. There was a lot of pain in my lower waist where I had been kicked.
"You were knocked out pretty quickly, Vivek babu." My mother-in-law told me. "We were worried. That guy Bheem just landed blow after blow on you, so fast."
"I think I am fine now. I was really taken by surprise, that's all." My headache was rapidly clearing, and I looked around. "Where are we?"
"We are in the cargo hold." Poonam told me. She turned to Asin. "Should we tell him, mama?"
"Tell me what?" I looked at the two women. What had gone on since I was out?
There was a small pause as the two ladies looked at each other. I noticed that they were shaking slightly. Then Asin clasped her daughter's hand and then looked at me.
"Look, Vivek babu." She said. "These men -- these hoodlums -- it is clear they are gangsters. They probably peddle drugs. Or worse, they have ties to terrorist gangs. I think they are supporting the Tamil insurgency in Sri Lanka. In short, these are dangerous people."
"Yes, we can assume that."
"They ... their leader Bheem ... he has given us an ultimatum. They seem to have given us two options."
"Two options." I repeated. "What are they?"
"Option 1. They will kill us. They will shoot us right now and dump our body in the Indian Ocean."
My blood ran cold. There was a certain finality in the way my mother-in-law said it. She had no doubt that these men could do it too. They were all cold-blooded killers.
"What's option 2?" I asked, even though I could guess what it was.
Asin looked at Poonam once more before continuing, "Option 2 is that we submit ourselves to these men. In two months they will be making landfall somewhere near Goa, and Bheem said they will let us go. But for these two months, we have to submit to these men. And we have no way to know if they are telling the truth or will keep their word."
"Submit to these men. What does that mean exactly, Mummyji?"
"It means," Asin cleared her throat. "You will be the cabin boy. The man servant. The chef's assistant. The toilet cleaner, the floor sweeper -- you understand. You will basically be a servant of these men, carrying out their orders. They apparently need one."
I nodded. I understood what she was saying about me, but what about her and my wife? So I asked explicitly.
"And what about you and Poonam?"
My mother-in-law gave a rueful smile.
"This is a boat of six able bodied, muscular, sex starved criminals, plus their evil captain. What do you think they will do with two beautiful and helpless ladies for two months? We will probably be tied to a bed and be raped every day, multiple times."
"NO!" It took a moment, before I stood up completely from the bed. "NEVER! I would rather die!"
"Vivek babu!" Before Poonam could speak, Asin pushed me to sit down back on the bed. "Listen to me!"
She then said something softly to Poonam, who nodded. Then Asin turned back to me.
"I want to live, Vivek babu. And if that means being a ship's whore every day for two months, so be it."
"But ... but ..." I was surprised at the cool way Asin was taking it. Poonam was fidgeting, but Asin seemed almost ... calm. "What about Papa? What about Poonam's dad? YOUR HUSBAND?!!"
"He doesn't know now." Asin remarked candidly. "He will think we are still cruising. We are supposed to check in with him in another couple of weeks."
"And when he does find out?"
Asin was quiet for some time. Then she said, "Let us get out of here alive first. Then we will think about it."
"I am NOT cooperating, mama." Poonam declared. "These men are savages! You can't even trust them that they will let us go after two months."
Asin turned to her and gave her a cold look.
"You WILL cooperate and you WILL learn to love it. They will rape you, every day, whether you like it or not. Don't make it even more miserable, and for fuck's sake don't do anything stupid and get us all killed."
Poonam's eyes were now filling up with tears.
"They will humiliate us, mama." She said. "You saw what they did to our bums ... on the dinghy. Now, they will ... In front of ... oh my ... I don't know how you can be so calm about this! What's wrong with you?"
"You know." I decided to interject. "Poonam is right about this."
Asin then did something that completely surprised me.
SLAP!
She turned around and slapped me. My mother-in-law, who was always so respectful of me, as her daughter's husband, just raised her hand and slapped me.
"Mama!" Poonam was shocked.
"Shut up, both of you!" Asin shouted. Then she turned to me.
"Do you want to die, you useless piece of shit?"
I looked at her in surprise. So did Poonam.
"You have been ... having sex ... you have been FUCKING my daughter for three years, Vivek babu." Asin raged at me. "And what happened? Did you manage to get her pregnant? NO! You have been 'trying' hard for the last three years, and nothing has happened. Why?"
"Look, Mummyji," I began, completely lost for words, but Asin cut me short.
"Poonam has told me all about your infertility issues. Your LOW sperm count! And how you are shooting blanks!" She said. "And you guys were thinking of visiting a sperm donor clinic in USA. And PAY to get Poonam impregnated with someone else's donated sperm!"
"Well, what has that-"
SLAP!
Again, she slapped me. I stopped talking and looked at her, stunned.
"What's the big deal," Asin seethed, "If these sailors rape Poonam and fuck her and use her as a cum dump for two months? Look at it this way -- she is getting a proper fertility treatment. Maybe she will get pregnant! For free!"
"You are sick, mama." Poonam was disgusted. "You don't know what you are saying."
Asin looked at her with sadness.
"I am just trying to make the best of a bad situation, beti. We all want to live. I certainly don't want to die. And if that means I have to be a ship's slut for two months, well ... a slut I will be!"
"We will be RAPED, mama." Poonam seethed. "RAPED! Do you even know what that means?"
"Yes, beti. I know. All I am saying is if we cooperate, they will take it easy on us."
Asin then turned to me.
"Vivek babu." She said softly. "I know this is not your fault. But please try and understand. If you are obstinate, it will be hard for Poonam. These men WILL rape her. Every day. Numerous times. If you try to be all holy and that now, it will make things tougher for all of us."
"Um ... what are you saying, Mummyji?"
"Give Poonam your blessing." Asin declared. "Tell her, it's OK. Whatever happens these two months, or how many days we are captive, you still love her, and after all of this is over, you will accept her."
"I ..." I cleared my throat. "Mummyji, I will always love her and accept her. You know that."
Asin turned to Poonam.
"You see?" She told her daughter, who was still shaking her head. "Please don't fight with these men. They are very bad men. Already they are calling you a bitch and said they will deal with you. You will make things tougher for yourself if you do not happily accept what they are doing. Just ... give in to them."
"I can accept it." Poonam told her with a defiant toss of the head. "But not happily. I don't know what's wrong with you, mama. It's almost as if you are looking forward to this."
"How dare you." Asin became angry. "I am just making the best out of a very bad situation. You saw what they were doing to me. How they just ... so casually ... put a finger in my gaand! In front of my damaad and beti! The comments they were making. Do you think I like this? Who knows what the fuck they will do to us!"
"What do you mean?" It was Poonam's turned to be puzzled. "They will just ... I mean ... they will take our izzat, right?"
Oh, Poonam! She was so simple minded!
"Beti." Asin had a sad smile. "They will not only rape us, they will humiliate us. They will shred our honour to pieces."
We could not continue the conversation, as the door suddenly opened.
"STAND UP EVERYONE!" Bheem thundered, walking in. We all stood up.
"Is he conscious?" He asked my mother-in-law.
Asin practically cowered and took a step back as Bheem turned to her.
"Ji ... yes, Bheemji." She said. "He is."
"Good." Bheem looked at me. I could not afford to look at him. This man's men had just fondled my wife and mother-in-law, and then he had beaten me up so easily. I could not meet his gaze, and so looked away. I saw him grin as his little "victory".
"How are you now, Vivek?" Bheem asked, standing right in front of me. I kept my eyes on the floor.
"I am better now, Bheemji." I replied.
"Master." Bheem thundered back. "You will call me 'Master'. I will ask again, how are you?"
I looked at him, not comprehending. He wanted me to call him as 'Master'?
SLAP!
My cheek suddenly started to feel very warm. Shame and humiliation started to make me blush immediately -- once again I hadn't seen his hand move.
"I ask you again, how are you?"
"I am good, Master."
"Good! I decked you pretty smartly, eh? You didn't even fight back."
I gulped.
"Master." I said, with all humility. "You are much stronger than I am, Master."
I have never been slapped before, particularly by a man.
Bheem smiled. He had won. Again
Then he turned back and spoke to all the people waiting outside the small room.
"Come in here, all of you." He ordered and then turned to his main henchmen. "Suraj! Lalan! Tell everyone to come in here."
Soon the seven men of the boat were in the small room.
Bheem -- the captain and the one in charge.
Suraj and Lalan -- his two main henchmen and deputy leaders.
Madhavan and Altaf -- the main muscle of the ship.
Vikas -- the man in the kitchen, and the one who loved to wield a gun.
Sunny -- the young one whose eyes said he had a sadistic streak in him.
And us. Poor us.
Poonam, Asin and me. We stood there, facing our tormentors.
"Go stand behind the husband." Bheem ordered Madhavan and Altaf. "If Vivek moves, you know what to do."
The two men nodded, and then walked to stand just behind me. I realized that if they wanted, with just one move, they could knock me to the ground. I wouldn't even see it coming.
Vikas went and stood beside Poonam, while Sunny stood beside Asin.
My wife Poonam decided she had to speak out. Stupid Poonam.
"What do you intend to do with us?" She asked. "We have already been very cooperative. And then you hit my husband."
Bheem didn't say anything, but calmly walked up to face Poonam. He then slowly raised his hand and touched Poonam on her left cheek. Poonam shuddered, but didn't say anything. She glared at him, defiantly staring at him right in the eye. Asin sighed. She knew where this was heading.
SLAP!
The sudden slap caught everyone in the room by surprise. Bheem had raised his hand slightly while patting my wife's cheek and then suddenly she was on the floor, grimacing. In the dim light of the overhead bulb in the room I saw that her left cheek was now slowly becoming red.
"Hey!" I growled, "What do you think-"
I never finished my sentence as I felt a sharp pain in my ankles. One of the men had kicked me right in the shins, making me lose my balance. As I was falling, the other man caught me, and then locked my arms behind me in a death grip. I was useless, motionless, and unable to move. These were strong men, and I was no match for them.
"Get up, bitch." Bheem ordered, barking at my wife.
Poonam stood up, warily looking at him. She was holding her cheek with one hand, rubbing the side of her face. The slap must have stung.
SLAP!
Bheem swung his hand and caught her on the other cheek with the back of that hand. He moved fast, and he was powerful. Poonam never saw that slap coming. She went down again, this time clutching her other cheek. Stars must have swirled in front of her eyes, pain exploding in her cheeks. No one had ever hit her like that before.
No one else in the room said anything. Everyone was watching the drama unfolding in front of them, starring Bheem, the leader of the pirate ship and Poonam, my wife, now being slapped like a prostitute.
"Stand up." Bheem ordered again. He raised his hand once more. "Bitch."
"Bheemji!" My mother-in-law Asin interjected, suddenly breaking the silence. "Please forgive my daughter, Bheemji. She spoke out of turn. I apologize on her behalf, Bheemji."
Bheem looked at her. Then he smiled.
"That is very nice of you to say so, Aunty." He told her. "You definitely have more sense than your bitch of a daughter."
He walked to Poonam and his hand went to her chest. Through her small shirt, he lifted her right breast as if to weigh it.
"You have ample goods here to be treated nicely, Mrs. Sharma," Beehm said, as his other hand began to maul my wife's left breast.
"Please let me go." My wife begged him in a small voice.
SLAP!
No soon had she finished talking Bheem struck my wife again. Before she could even respond to the slap, he hit her once more.
SLAP!
Poonam now had tears in her eyes, and her cheeks were bright red from the beating.
"I am sorry, Bheemji, I am sorry." Poonam started to apologize, her defiance broken. "Please forgive me, Bheemji. I spoke out of turn. I apologize, Bheemji."
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Her apology seemed to have no effect as Bheem slapped her again. And again. The quick succession of blows had stunned her.
"Bitch!"
SLAP!
"Whore!"
SLAP!
"Slut!"
SLAP!
"Cunt!"
SLAP!
I decided I must also speak out.
"Master!" I decided to swallow my ego and implore the monster and remembered to call him 'Master'. "Please forgive my wife, Master. Please don't slap her again, Master. We will do whatever you say. And my wife will do whatever you tell her to do, Master."
Bheem had his hand raised for another assault on my wife's soft, tender cheeks, but he stopped. Slowly, a grin broke out on his face and then he turned and addressed his men.
"Look what a man he is!" He roared. "Begging me not to hit his wife. Powerless to intervene."
There were various degrees of laughter from his men.
"Stand up." He ordered Poonam, who quickly complied. She had tears at the corner of her eyes.
"Yes, Bheemji."
Her cheeks were now a brilliant red and bore the imprint of Bheem's fingers.
"Mrs. Sharma." Bheem starred right back at Poonam, his face inches from her. "Do you want me to kill your husband and mother?"
A cold shock passed through me. This guy was pure evil. His tone was so casual, even as he talked about taking our lives. Asin was shocked; I could see Poonam shudder again.
"No, Bheemji." She pleaded. "Please! I will do anything. Please don't hurt them."
"Anything." Bheem repeated her word, and appeared to be reflecting on it. He once again started to play with her boobs. There was now absolutely no resistance or defiance from Poonam.
Then Bheem turned to me.
"What do you think about that, Vivek? Do you think she means it? Is she really going to do whatever I want? Whatever this crew wants?"
I didn't know what to reply. What could I say? What I knew was that I must not antagonize this man. He seemed crazy. And what was crazier - our lives depended on him being happy with us.
"Master." I pleaded. "Please have mercy on us. My wife will do anything you ask her to do. ANY thing. Please don't beat her any more, Master."
I felt so useless, so humiliated. I was begging another man not to hit my wife, promising that she would serve him in any way he wishes.
Bheem laughed at my helplessness.
"Your wife's a fine, good looking piece of ass. We men here know how to take care of women like that, don't worry, Vivek. She's going to have fun with us."
"Er ... yes, Master."
Seeing me capitulate, Poonam decided to try another tactic.
"I beg you, Bheemji, please, don't make me do this. This is a sin. Please just let us go. I promise we won't say anything about you to anyone. We won't do anything to you. Just let us go."
Bheem laughed and reached out and grabbed Poonam by the hair. He didn't pull it, but just held on to it, showing Poonam that if he wanted, he could cause her pain. He then leaned in and almost whispered into her ear.
"You are wrong, Mrs. Sharma. You will do something for me. In fact, you will do a lot for me. When I am done with you, you will be BEGGING to do things for me. And for me to do things to you! By the way, what's your first name, dear?"
"Poonam."
"Well, Poonam, listen up."
Suddenly he let go of her and faced all three of us.
"Vivek. Poonam. Aunty. If I wanted to," He said, "I would shoot you right now, and dump your bodies in the ocean. No one will know and no one can trace it to us. No one will even find out anything about what happened to you in the middle of the sea."
He paused, letting what he said sink in. I shivered involuntarily.
"On the other hand," He then turned to glance back at my wife, "if you ... and your pretty, wise, mother over here, be a good couple of women, we can have a deal. See -- we men don't like to rape women. We like to fuck them. It's so much easier when they are willing, as opposed to when we have to tie them up and beat them up. If we beat them too much, eventually we end up killing them, you know."
"When will you let us go?" Poonam asked him. I realized that other than begging for mercy, neither Asin nor I had talked. It had been Poonam who had been defiantly, bravely, and yet foolishly, trying to oppose these people.
"In about two months we may stop somewhere near Goa. We may let you go then."
"You may let us go? How can we trust you?" Poonam asked.
Bheem looked at her, and then burst out laughing. The rest of his men joined in the laughter.
"You can NOT trust me." Bheem told her. "And for asking these questions, I will spank you later, Mrs. Sharma!"
Poonam sighed. It seemed that she had been marked out for special treatment by the captain, regardless of what she did.
"Look, I really have no desire to kill you. All of you." Bheem suddenly confessed. "But I will, if needed, have no doubts about that. All of us men have killed before. So, I will tell you again ... BITCH ... and you ... Aunty ... if you do what we ask you to do, obediently and willingly, you will live, and EVENTUALLY will be free to go. Do you understand?"
The last question was aimed at both Poonam and my mother-in-law. Asin spoke first.
"I will do whatever you ask me to do, Bheemji." She said. "I am your sex slave. Your slut. I am your bitch. You can do what you want with me. You will not have ANY complaints from me."
Bheem looked at her, and smiled. Asin smiled back, somewhat fearfully. Then everyone's attention in the room turned to my wife.
"I will ... also do ... everything you ask me to." Poonam slowly enunciated. "Bheemji. You ... and your men ... can do what you wish ... whenever you wish ... with me."
"And .. what does that make you, Mrs. Sharma?"
My wife gulped.
"Er ... that makes me ... a slut, Bheemji. A slut and a whore."
Bheem looked at me.
"What do you say, Vivek?"
"I ... yes, Master. You are all welcome to rape my ... sorry, I mean to use my wife and my mother-in-law as sex slaves, Master."
Bheem turned back to his men.
"It would seem, brothers, we have a deal with Mrs. Sharma and her family."
Laughter filled the room. My heart sank. Were they laughing because of what Bheem and his men would make my wife and mother-in-law do, or because they knew that in the end we would be killed no matter what? I could see Poonam's eyes fill with tears as she herself no doubt wondered what this evil gang's 'deal' would include. What did these bastards have in mind? They all meant to fuck her and Asin certainly, but what besides a simple piece of ass was on the menu?
She was to soon find out.
Bheem stood beside Poonam. He reached out and cupped one of the butt cheeks. As Poonam remained quietly standing, Bheem squeezed her ass and fondled her bottom.
"Men." He said, addressing his crew while continuing to pinch my wife's buttocks. "This is your Poonam Bhabhi. She has a nice ass."
Loud hoots and catcalls responded to his announcement. Bheem grinned.
"Now, if she is your Bhabhi, you are all Devars to her. And we all know about the love between a Devar and Bhabhi, don't we?"
More loud catcalls and cheers in reply. Bheem continued to squeeze my wife's butt cheeks as he spoke to his men.
"I want you all to show your Bhabi a lot of love, alright men? She is there to be the target of your hawas -- your lust -- so make sure you take advantage of your Bhabhi, ok?"
Bheem then let go of my wife's ass and turned to her.
"Poonam." He said, somewhat gently. "Let me spell something out. You have just taken your husband's life in your hands. You and your mom, actually. What's your name, Aunty?"
The last question was directed at my mother-in-law.
"Asin." She replied.
"Do you mind if I sometimes called you Asin, Aunty?" He asked her, in exaggerated politeness.
"Er ... no, Bheemji." She replied. "You can call me Asin, of course. Jo aapke marzi, whatever you wish, Bheemji."
"Now that's a good slave girl." Bheem beamed. "Aunty, You have a nice name. It suits you, as you have a nice gaand too. What do they call gaand in English? Ass. Asin. Except that your big ass is protruding OUT, not in. You should be Assout, not Asin. Haha."
He laughed again at his bad joke, and once more, on cue, his men joined in.
"Asin. Why don't you bend over slightly. Show these men your ass. Just shake your ass a bit."
This was Asin's first test. So far, she had avoided the wrath of Bheem, and she had said all the right things. Now she was asked to follow through with actions.
Asin blushed bright red at the humiliation, but she did not hesitate. She bent over and raised the hem of her dress a tad so that her slightly older ass came into view.
Wolf whistles ran out from the crowd.
"Wow, Aunty." Altaf cheered. "You have certainly kept in shape."
Bheem smiled at the boisterous reaction of his men. As a captain, he was happy at the good spirits in the crew.
"Shake that ass a bit, Asin. That's a good girl. Now, stand up again. That's a good bitch."
Asin stood up. She refused to look at me or meet my glance. Her face was beet red, blushing with shame and embarrassment, but her resolve wasn't shaken. She was going to do what she had to do to survive.
Then Bheem turned his attention back to my poor wife.
"You should learn something from your mother, Poonam." He rebuked her. "Look how obediently Aunty followed my instructions. We are not savages, Mrs. Sharma. We are men. Do we not deserve a little bit of joy? Do we not deserve some happiness?"
My wife said nothing but looked sullenly at the floor. Bheem's voice turned menacing.
"Remember, Poonam. If you displease me, I will kill your husband. Or your mother Asin. So whatever you are asked to do, by me or my men, you will do so NICELY. Enthusiastically. You will do it with pleasure. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Bheemji. I understand."
Then my wife paused. She looked at Bheem, and then asked in a small, nervous voice. "But, Bheemji, you all will use protection, won't you? I mean condoms?"
This was the moment. This was the question. This was when I felt gutted. My wife knew she would be sexually violated at the hands of these savages, and knew I couldn't help her, so she was trying to limit the damage.
Bheem looked at her and then burst out laughing. Once again, his men joined in the laughter. When they quietened down somewhat, Bheem addressed her question.
"Condoms? Why, Mrs. Sharma?" He asked, "Do you have some diseases?"
"No, but ..." Poonam began, but she was cut off.
"My guys were all medically checked some time ago and are clean. They have used condoms when we visit brothels, but here on the boat I see no reason to bother."
"But ... but ... what about pregnancy? Two months! I ... I ... I could become pregnant."
"We don't have any pills here on board." Bheem told her. "And you don't have any IUD in you?"
"Er ... no. You see, we wanted a kid, so we were trying ..."
"THEN YOU WILL BECOME PREGNANT!" Bheem roared, and then started to laugh again. Once more, his men joined in. The laughter continued for a while, as Poonam looked helplessly at me. I couldn't meet her gaze and looked down at the floor in embarrassment.
Bheem walked up to Poonam and caught hold of her chin.
"Mrs. Sharma!" He told her. "Our mission for the next two months will be to get you pregnant. EVERY lad on this boat will deposit his sperm deep inside you. By the time we are done with you, your belly will be knocked up."
Poonam didn't say anything. Neither did Asin nor I. It was clear these people meant what they were saying.
"Brothers!" Bheem turned to his men and roared. "Are you all up for it? Can you all work hard and get your Bhabhi pregnant?"
"YES, BOSS!" They all roared back, boisterous and loud.
"Vikas!" Bheem suddenly barked. "This gori chitti randi is wearing too much clothes. Take off her skirt."
It was clear that Bheem wasn't done with Poonam. Her initial defiance was going to cost her.
Not only would she have to submit to him and his men, sexually, but he was going to take her dignity in front of everyone. We had been relaxing on our yacht when we were captured, so we hadn't been wearing much. Poonam was now going to be stripped naked in front of the whole crew.
Vikas, standing beside her, simply reached down and pulled down her skirt. In one tug, her skirt was at her ankles.
A cacophony of whistles ran out from amongst the men as Poonam's voluptuous milky white buttocks came into view. She was wearing a thong underneath her skirt, so pretty much everything below her waist was now visible, with nothing left to imagination. He big, bodacious posterior contrasted sharply with her thin waist. Everyone could now see that her hourglass figure would continue with her gigantic melons. She hadn't shaved down there for some time, since I sort of liked her with a bit of a bush, so she had lots of pubic hair that were now visible through the skimpy thong.
At a signal from his boss, Vikas stood behind my wife, grabbed her shirt, and pulled it up. My wife, mindful of not being punished mercilessly again, cooperatively raised her arms and let this henchman pull her top away from her.
"What beautiful mummay!" Suraj couldn't contain himself at the sight of her knockers and remarked out loud. "Boss! Look at the bitch. What beautiful mummay!"
Poonam was a sight to see. She was wearing a thin pink bra, but it was too small to properly conceal her big melons. Her boobs bounced about as the boat rocked to the gentle waves of the quiet sea, and the sight of every man in the room was transfixed on her. She was a tall lady, so there was a lot of skin on display. Firm, smooth, milky white skin.
"Shall I take off her bra, boss?" Vikas asked. Bheem shook his head.
"No." He said, and then addressed my wife. "Mrs. Sharma, please come here."
He seemed to take particular delight in the word Mrs. Probably getting his jollies from the fact that he was going to denude my wife in front of me.
"She's a fine piece of ass, Vivek." He said, talking to me "With legs and a butt like that, I'll bet she can the squeeze cum right out of a man. If I put her in the bazaar in Jaffna, I could probably earn a 10,000 rupee every customer."
I didn't answer. I looked away, not bearing to see the sight. This was all too much.
"If you look away again," Bheem growled at me. "I will kill all of you right now."
I had no choice but to witness the scene in front of me.
"Mrs. Sharma." Bheem spoke to my wife. "Please take off your bra and your ... is it a panty or a thong ... your bottom piece. Please be completely naked. We are all friends here, aren't we?"
Bheem now watched, waiting to see what my wife would do. Would she submit herself completely, by stripping voluntarily? Or would she defy him again? Poonam was trembling, but she was no fool. No one could help us here, and our best bet in living lay in doing exactly what this piece of shit wanted from us. Besides, she had not forgotten being slapped so thoroughly.
To the relief of my mother-in-law, Poonam decided to obey Bheem. Reluctantly forcing a wry smile, my wife unclasped her bra, and then quickly pulled the thong down to her ankles. More wolf whistles followed from the crew as her boobs bounced out and came into full view. Now all she was wearing was her mangalsutra, the necklace every married woman wore in India.
Poonam tried to best protect her dignity by placing one hand at her crotch, and an arm across her breasts. Bheem would have none of it. He grabbed her arms and yanked them behind her.
"Bitch!" He yelled at her. "Put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers together."
My wife had no choice but to obey. Her whole naked body was now on display, exhibited for all to see.
And my wife was a sight to see. Her body -- tall, firm, athletic, shapely. Her breasts, large, prominent, jutting out with erect nipples and large areoles. Her waist was smooth, wrinkle free, and no fat. Her bushy pubic hair was prominent, both near her arm pits and her genitals. She was every Indian man's wet dream.
Bheem could not resist this luscious female body that was his for the taking. He ran his fingers slowly over the long nipples, and with a mind of their own, each nub responded immediately to his stimulation. The gang all whistled in appreciation. Poonam dared not close her eyes, but kept them fixed on the floor as this man molested her tits.
Bheem then reached down to where he had tied his dhoti.
Oh no, I thought. Surely, he wasn't going to rape my wife right here in front of everyone!
I was resigned to the thought of him, and every other man on the ship, having a piece of Poonam, but I thought at least they would take my wife to a room and do the deed there on a bed. Now it seemed as if I was mistaken.
Bheem fiddled around with his nada -- the knot that held the loincloth together, and soon the dhoti fell to the floor. He wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Hanging there between his legs, for all to see, but especially for my wife, was his huge, huge dick. It was only semi-hard, but still way, way bigger than mine. Not only was it long, but also thick, round and robust. Under all this dark meat was a giant scrotum sack with two big balls.
Now I realized why he was going to humiliate my wife in front of me, my mother-in-law and his men. It was a show of power. An ultimate cock measuring contest that he was winning by a mile.
Bheem approached my wife with a menacing leer on his face.
And then, in front of everyone, including my mother-in-law and myself, Bheem made my wife go down on him and give him a blowjob.
First he ordered my naked wife to get down on her knees. Poonam never liked oral sex, and hardly gave me a blowjob. She hesitated slightly. Only so slightly.
SLAP!
A sharp sound rang out as once again Bheem slapped my wife.
"Poonam!" He yelled at her. "Remember! You are to willingly do what we ask you to do."
Without any further word, Poonam dropped helplessly to her knees. She then looked up at her persecutor.
"Take it in your mouth, slut." Bheem ordered. "I will train you how to be a proper cocksucking bitch."
He laughed at his cruel joke, enjoying himself immensely and pleased with the horror and shame written across my wife's face. Then, as my wife hesitated, once more he hit her.
SLAP!
The sound rang like a rifle shot. Poonam's eyes were now tear filled, and her cheeks quite red. Both from the assault, and also from the shame. A respectable housewife, she was now naked, on her knees, about to give a gangster a blowjob. Helplessly, Poonam opened her mouth and brought her lips to Bheem's penis.
She opened wide and took as much of that great cock into her mouth as she could. Bheem seemed caught by surprise at her sudden surrender. He was perhaps expecting her to resist a little more, but after a second's hesitation, he drove his hips forward to push his shaft farther down her throat.
"Ugggh!" Poonam gagged a bit, but then adjusted herself.
Soon Bheem had a rhythm going. Poonam would occasionally start gagging, but Bheem kept firm control by pulling and holding her by the hair, and making her head bob up and down as he pushed his monster appendage into and out of my wife's lips.
Everyone watched with rapt attention as this crude man fucked my wife's mouth. His minions were hollering and cheering their boss on. I noticed that Lalan had procured a small Polaroid camera from somewhere and was taking pictures of my wife's humiliation.
Finally, Bheem could take it no more. His thrusts into her throat ceased. Poonam instinctively knew what he wanted done, and her tongue worked in frantic circles around the great plum-like head. Bheem's hips were motionless now, and milky seed was boiling in his testicles. He would not be able to stand this exquisite torture much longer. Poonam seem to also sense that his ejaculation was on it way.
And then Bheem erupted.
Poonam tried, but she couldn't keep it all in. Bheem just kept on pumping his seed into her. My wife was beginning to choke on the sheer volume of the fluid that was filling her mouth. It was a full load, more than Poonam could handle, never having swallowed cum before. She was chocking, gagging, but Bheem didn't care. He continued to empty his spunk down her throath. Dribbles of Bheem's salty seed escaped from the corners of my dear wife's mouth and onto the swell of her breasts.
Bheem now took his now soft meat in his hand, and slapped it against my wife's face, leaving a few drops of his semen on her cheek. Poonam did not react to the soft blow, and the sticky string it left across her face, even though I felt it was a mark of admiration from Bheem for her performance.
"You saali randi!" Bheem told Poonam as he finally got his breath back, "You really are one prize slut. A born cocksucker!"
Poonam dropped back on her haunches, her head down, too humiliated by what she had just done.
Bheem stood up and pulled up his dhoti. He tied up the knot and then turned to Vikas.
"Go get a chair from outside."
"Yes, boss."
Soon a chair was procured and placed in the centre of the room. Bheem sat down on it heavily, and then turned to my wife, who was still kneeling on the floor, naked, and had cum trails on her cheeks and breasts. She seemed lost, in a daze, confused.
"Come here, bitch." He ordered. "I want you over my lap. It's time for that spanking I told you."
My wife looked at him, puzzled. Vikas, standing next to her, suddenly grabbed her by the hair, and hauled her up. He dragged her and then pushed her on to Bheem's lap. My wife was now lying on Bheem's lap, naked, over the knees, ready to be spanked like an errant schoolgirl going over a headmaster's knees. Her buttocks, now prominent and jutting out in her humiliating position, was on display for everyone to see.
Asin shook her head and looked away, unable to bear the mistreatment of her dear daughter. I too wanted to look away, but mindful of Bheem's threats, kept an eye on the continued humiliation of my wife.
Bheem placed his palm on her butt cheeks and squeezed one cheek. He then grabbed a little of the flesh and jiggled it. My wife, for her part, stoically looked at the floor and kept quiet. Bheem then inserted one finger right into her pussy.
"Ooomph." My wife cried out, as his fingers invaded her cunt, but otherwise said nothing. Bheem poked around for a bit and then withdrew his hand.
"Look!" He said, raising his hand for everyone to see. "She's wet. Your Bhabhi is all wet."
I could see that he was right. Bheem's fingers were wet and slimy with my wife's juices. He reinserted his fingers into her pussy and began to poke around there again, and we could heard the sloppy sounds as he examined her wetness.
It's OK, I tried to mentally comfort my wife. Your body is just confused. It is reacting to an extremely dangerous and humiliating situation. It's perfectly normal.
Yet, I wondered why Poonam was getting aroused by the rough treatment she was getting. Her own body was betraying her. I could see her shake slightly, and her toes curling. What was happening to her?
SMACK!
Bheem's powerful hand came crashing down on my poor wife's bottom.
"Ungh." Poonam grunted, but otherwise said nothing. Her body continued to shake.
SMACK!
"Ungh!"
SMACK!
"Ungh!"
SMACK!
"Ungh!"
SMACK!
"Ungh!"
Again and again the brute spanked my wife, and I could do nothing but stand and watch. All she did was just grunt after each beating, but otherwise she lay quietly on his lap, gamely taking the punishment. Finally, after what must have been ten spanks, Bheem stopped.
My wife's buttocks were a sight to see. Red, swollen, bruised and bearing the marks of Bheem's five fingers.
"Stand up, Mrs. Sharma."
My wife stood up. She didn't look at anyone in shame, but kept her eyes fixed on the floor. Her hands clasped her stinging bottom. She had gone beyond caring about her nudity and didn't cover her breasts at all with her hands. Instead, Poonam was rubbing her ass where she had been degradingly spanked.
And yet, as it was obvious to everyone in the room, there was a big, damp spot on Bheem's dhoti. One on the legs, just near the thigh. The wetness was from Poonam.
"Looks like you were cumming as I was spanking you." Bheem remarked, to much laughter from his boys. I could see Poonam stare at the ground, going red with shame. Her tormentor stood up in front of her and started to play with her boobs.
"Vikas. Madhavan." He ordered, as he pulled at one of her nipples.
"Yes, boss?"
"Go to the upper deck where my bedroom is. The store room next to it, put a bedding in it. That's where Poonam's husband will stay. One you put him there, you will lock the door from outside. He is to stay there all night."
"Yes, boss."
"And the bedroom next to that? Make sure there's a proper sheets and pillows. That's where this slut -- Poonam -- will spend the night."
"Yes, boss."
"Go now."
Those two men left. Bheem stopped playing with my wife's breasts and addressed the rest of the men.
"Here are the rules. The two men on night duty on the bridge gets the right to use Poonam's body. When one is on duty, the other can be in the room with her. Then when the duty shift is done, they change. These two men will have Poonam all day tomorrow as well, and then she will be available to the next two men on night duty. Every 24 hours a new pair of men take Poonam, starting with the night shift. And so on."
The men started to murmur amongst themselves.
"What?" Bheem asked.
"Anna." Sunny addressed Bheem, using the Tamil word for brother. "You do not want this bitch for yourself tonight?"
The men were confused. Like all henchmen, they thought their leader would take first crack at the younger of the two women, while the rest of the crew would have to wait their turn.
Bheem smiled.
"For the first two weeks, I gift her to you boys. You have been a good crew. Give your Bhabhi your best. Make her pregnant!"
There was loud cheering and hollering. It was clearly a popular decision.
"Remember." Bheem cautioned. "Those two on the night duty shift, starting today, have Poonam from now till tomorrow night. Then the next two men. And so on. This goes on for two weeks. And then I will take her."
Then one of them said, "Anna, what about Aunty?"
"She will spend the night with me. Actually, she will stay in my room all the time. No one else is to touch her." Bheem declared. "Do you all understand?"
There was general murmur of consent from the crew. It seemed everyone was happy that Bheem had given them Poonam and kept Asin for himself.
"Who's on duty tonight on the bridge?" Bheem asked.
"Um ... Suraj, and Lalan." Sunny replied.
"Remember, boys." Bheem winked at his crew. He continued to speak to them in Hindi, and I guess he did it partly to let us understand what he was saying. "Our duty is to get Mrs. Sharma pregnant. Every man here will cum in her choot. I want no one to cum on her breasts or belly or use a condom. Do you all understand?"
"YES BOSS!!"
"Good. Come on people, it's 8 pm. It's been two hours since we captured these fine folks. We need to have our dinner. No need for these three to have their dinner tonight -- they can go hungry for one night. If they behave well, we will give them breakfast tomorrow. Now Sunny, you and Lalan take them, and lock them up in their rooms. Put Asin Aunty in my room and lock the door."
"Yes, boss."
"And oh," Bheem added. "One thing about your Bhabhi. The bitch is to be kept naked at all times. For two months she will not be wearing a stich of clothing."
"YES, BOSS!!"
Our ordeal was about to begin.
