I looked around. I was in a storeroom. It was a half filled with all sort of boxes. In the other half of the space, they had put a small comforter in one corner. That was to be my bedding, and I was given one sheet to cover myself as well. In the other corner there was a bucket. That was, I was told, for me to pee in the night if I wanted to, since the door was being locked from the outside.
What were in those boxes? I pried one of them open. There were lots of newspapers. Old newspapers, for some reason. And buried beneath the newspapers was a lot of wooden blocks. Now what were these men doing with boxes full of wooden blocks, or these old newspapers, I had no idea.
A small vent in the wall above the boxes let some air come in and circulate, so I could breathe. There was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling with a switch. Another small circular window, probably no bigger than a couple of feet with the glasses locked, let me look outside at the dark sea. This was to be my home for the next two months. If Bheem kept his promise.
I took a stock of the situation as quickly as I could. If I faced the door, to my right was a wall, on the other side of which was the captain's room -- Bheem's room. Asin was there, locked in, waiting for Bheem.
On the other side, opposite, was another wall. This wall separated the storeroom from the bedroom where Poonam was kept. In essence, the storeroom was in the middle, with the bedrooms on either side.
I put my ear to the wall. These were thin walls. I could hear every little thing. I could hear Asin pacing herself. I could hear Poonam sit on the bed. I heard both the ladies use the toilets.
They had attached washroom in the bedrooms, while I had to pee in a bucket, I thought ruefully.
A small groan from my tummy reminded me that I was hungry and was going to be made to skip dinner. I felt sorry for the ladies.
I wondered what time it was. It must have been 10 pm or so now. The sea was eerily calm and quiet, as was the boat. Where were the men? I had overheard Bheem say to Vikas that he was going to inspect some "shipment", before he would "enjoy" Asin's company. Vikas didn't appear to be Tamil -- though he did speak the language. I heard the others converse with him mostly in English or Hindi.
As for Poonam, her paramours for the night were Suraj and Lalan. These two men were on the bridge. Perhaps they were going to take turns with my wife.
I examined the door lock. The key, I realized, was on the other side. I remembered this old trick I had learned some time ago. I could unlock this door using that trick, I realized.
No, I don't want to take a risk on the first night, I decided. Tomorrow, as I go about my duties, I will try and get an understanding the layout of the ship, and where the men spend their times at night, and so on. Any escape attempt would require more knowledge.
Suddenly I heard a noise. If I faced the door, it was coming from my left -- Poonam's bedroom. She had a visitor.
I put my ear to the wall, trying to listen intently. A key was being turned. Someone was unlocking the door.
"You there, Poonam Bhabhi?"
It was Suraj. I mentally took note of the fact that he called Poonam by her name. I hoped he would take pity on my poor wife and be gentle with her. Then I remembered the comments he had made about my wife's breasts. What had he called it? Mummay.
"Yes. I am here." Poonam answered. "Please come in."
I heard a chuckle, and then heard a door slam shut. Suraj was in the room with her, and he had shut the door. My wife was now alone with this man, locked in a room, about to be taken. I realized she must now be very, very nervous, yet her voice betrayed no such fact.
"Poonam. That's a nice name. Please sit down."
I heard a small creak. It was from the bed. Poonam must have sat down as instructed, and then I heard Suraj sit on a chair.
"Are you comfortable?" He asked her.
"I wish I had some clothes." Poonam replied. "It's chilly, and I am naked."
"There's a blanket on the bed, as well as extra sheets. You can use those when we are not here."
"Yes, Surajji. Thank you."
"I am trying to be nice to you. If you complain too much I will treat you much more harshly."
There was a silence.
"I am sorry, Surajji. I will not complain. I am prepared for you Surajji. Please ... you can start any time."
"Poonam, what's your measurements? Do you know?"
This was highly strange, I thought. Why is he interviewing her?
"Er ... not really, I am not sure, Surajji. I think it's 34-29-36."
"And your cup size?"
"Er ... I don't know, Surajji. I think it's a C. Or a D."
Suraj chuckled.
I heard the chair creak. He had stood up.
"Come here. Let me measure."
There was silence for a while. I tried to listen hard, and fathom what was happening. I heard a small whimper, and then a grunt.
Perhaps he now had my wife's breasts in his hands. He was cupping them, squeezing them, leading to my wife's soft moans. He was "measuring" her. I guess then he put his hands on her bum and gave it a soft pinch, leading to the 'ouch' sound. His one hand must have been on one of her breasts, and his other hand on her bum. He was squeezing and fondling her, while "measuring" her.
"Do you like to have sex, Poonam?" Suraj asked.
"I ... I don't know, Surajji."
SLAP!
He had slapped her!
"Please answer properly, Bhabhi. Do you like to have sex?"
"Er ... yes, Surajji. But my husband and I don't have it too often, Surajji."
Why did she have to say that? Besides, it was a lie!
Suraj chuckled.
"For the next three months that won't be a problem, Bhabhi."
I realized he had just said 'three months' instead of 'two'. We were supposed to be their prisoners for two months. This was highly interesting, and only made me determined to find a way to escape soon.
"Tell me," Suraj continued, "What sort of sex acts do you do with your useless husband?"
"Surajji, we have normal sex. Like ... he comes on top of me ... does his thing ... and that's usually it, Surajji."
"Hmm ... so you have never sucked his cock?"
"Um ... no, Surajji. Actually ... I did once, but I didn't let him cum in me, Surajji. I don't like doing that."
"So today ... it was your first blowjob, really! You never tasted cum before, Bhabhi?"
"No, Surajji. I am a simple housewife, Surajji. These things ... never crossed my mind, Surajji."
"And you have never been fucked in the gaand before?"
"Surajji?"
"You ass -- no one ever fucked you in the ass, bitch?"
"Er ... no, Surajji."
"Good. So you are an ass virgin. Well, not for long. OK, Bhabhi, turn around and bend over. I want to see that ass."
"Yes, Surajji."
"You have a nice ass, Poonam. Big and fleshy, but not too big to be fat. Tight and smooth skin. I like it."
"Er ... thanks, Surajji."
"Keep still, bitch -- don't move! Remain like that ... bent over."
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
"Ouch!"
SPANK!
SPANK!
"Now, bitch, undress me."
For some time, I didn't hear a sound. I guess Poonam was undressing Suraj.
"Oh my God! What is this!" Suddenly I heard my wife say. Suraj chuckled.
"This is a real cock. Just like my captain's."
"It is ... also ... so ... big. Huge." Poonam exclaimed. "I thought only your captain - Bheemji -- was so huge."
"Touch it. Feel it. This is a real man's cock."
Silence again.
I heard Poonam make some soft sounds. They were both naked. She no doubt was now caressing this man's hardness, while he was pinching her breasts, leading her to make gentle mewing sounds.
"Is your husband not as big?" Suraj asked. Poonam didn't reply.
SLAP!
I realized that every time she would behave in a way that they didn't like, they would slap her. By the end she would be a trained puppy, behaving and responding just how they would want her to.
"No, Surajji. He is ... quite small ... compared to this."
SLAP!
"Whenever I ask you a question, Bhabhi, you will answer. Got it?"
"Er ... yes, of course, Surajji."
SLAP!
"Now tell me again how this cock compares to your husband." Suraj ordered.
"Yours is very big, Surajji." Poonam answered, leading me to cringe. "His ... is hardly bigger than my little finger, Surajji. Your almost goes to my elbow."
SLAP!
"Good answer, Bhabhi. Now let's go to the bed, bitch. I want to examine that pussy of yours."
Soon enough, the bed squeaked in unison as they stepped in it. Poonam seemed resigned to the fact and let out a deep sigh. Before long I was listening to her moans every few minutes. What was happening?
I realized soon that she was being fingered between her thighs. For the first time in my life I felt the electric mix of shock, jealousy, humiliation and, most importantly, arousal as I heard my wife's erotic faint cries. Clearly Suraj was getting her all hot and bothered. I thought he would straight away fuck her, but it seemed like he wanted to get her all aroused, and from the sounds, he was successful.
"You have a very moist, creamy pussy, Bhabhi." I heard Suraj say. "It's so wet!"
"Aaaah ... thank you, Surajji." My wife replied. She was moaning as well. I guess she had to reply if she didn't want to be slapped again.
"It's so soft. And tight." Suraj continued. "How does that feel, Poonam?"
"AAAAAH!" My wife exclaimed. "Oh, Surajji. Oh, Surajji!"
My wife continued to moan softly as Suraj continued to finger her love tunnel. I soon heard Poonam give a soft cry. I could picture her, clutching the bedsheets tightly with her fingers as her body spasmed in response to Suraj's handiwork.
After about five minutes of this, I heard them moving around some more and in no time at all I heard the first mate let out a groan.
"AAAH... OH that's lovely, BITCH. SUCK IT. SUCK IT!"
His moans began in earnest and I could only imagine my wife's breasts and hair flipping back and forth as she sucked him. She had already given one blowjob today, and this was now her second. Would Suraj come in her mouth? Or would he hold on and fuck her?
I got my answer as I heard a sharp cry from Suraj.
"OOOOOH YES!! FUCK! YOU SUCK LIKE A VACCUM BHABHI!"
So, he was cumming in her mouth. I heard more movements, and presumably he was still busy ejaculating into her. I marveled at how far Poonam had come in a mere couple of hours. She hated anything oral, and here she was, giving her second blowjob of the day and swallowing it all.
I suddenly realized I was very hard. With a horror, I looked at my trousers. I had a noticeable bulge. Oh my goodness! What was wrong with me! My wife was being ... used ... on the other side and here I was, aroused!
There was now very little noise from the other side. What was happening? They must have been in bed now, lying together, perhaps cuddling. He was probably playing with her breasts. She probably had her hands wrapped around his now flaccid member, trying to make it hard again.
It was nearly twenty minutes before the second round began.
A warm humiliation came over me as I heard the first of the squeaking of the bed springs. This was it. Another man was now having sex with Poonam. My wife. I could hear from the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame that she was being penetrated.
"AAAAAH!" Poonam cried out.
Even as I felt disgusted, I unzipped my shorts and began to fondle myself.
"Oh YESSS!! AAAH! AHHH!!" Poonam began to cry out even louder.
Surely she was faking it? Surely she was doing it to keep Suraj happy and prevent further punishment? Surely ... she could not be aroused herself?
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
My wife kept grunting.
The bedsprings began squeaking furiously as she received his thrusts. The bed was now hitting the wall hard and the springs sounded as if they were going to break. I imagined Suraj shoving more and more of his giant dark cock into my wife until his balls were slapping against her ass. He seemed to be fucking her hard and fast now. Taking full strokes in and out of her cunt, his cock buried deep into her love tunnel.
"Ungh! Ungh! OOOOH YES!! Ungh! Ungh!"
From the noise of the bed creaking and the pounding she was receiving, I could imagine Suraj pulling his cock all the way out, her pink pussy lips clinging to it as he withdrew, and then shoving it all the way back into my wife's body again.
"Ungh! Ungh!"
I then heard my wife begging Suraj to cum inside her.
For a second, I could not believe what I heard.
"Please." I heard her whimper. "Please Surajji. Cum in me. I need you to cum inside me."
Suraj had been fucking my wife ferociously with his big cock for close to fifteen minutes now. I tried to rationalize it. She must want it to be over, so she is asking him to cum. What I didn't understand at that time was that Poonam herself had been in an almost constant state of arousal ever since Bheem had made her go down on him. She needed someone to cum in her and fill her. Allow her to climax.
"OOOOH BITCH! TAKE IT!!"
Suraj was now coming in her. I had no doubt, as I heard Poonam's groan, and I heard the bed thumping fast, and I heard him grunt loudly. He was now emptying himself inside my wife. Poonam was silent, occasionally letting out a grunt as Suraj flexed his buttocks from time to time, pumping more and more of his seed inside her.
I suddenly realized that I was wet in my underwear. Goodness! I had cum in my shorts listening to the action on the other side. I groaned, as my balls continued to empty their spunk into my underwear. Well, I didn't have any way to clean myself. I was going to be sticky down there now for some time.
There was silence for a few minutes, and then Suraj spoke.
"My goodness, Poonam Bhabhi! You are such a slut! You have completely wet the bedsheet!"
Poonam made some noise that I couldn't hear. Probably she was embarrassed.
SLAP!
"What did you say, bitch? Talk clearly. I don't want to keep slapping you."
"I am sorry, Surajji. I was saying you were very good."
I heard a chuckle.
"Your husband doesn't fuck you that well?"
Once again Poonam made a quiet noise, and once again I heard that rifle like sound as she was punished for it.
SLAP!
"I said speak clearly, and answer a question when you are asked, bitch. Or do you like getting slapped again and again?"
"I am sorry, Surajji." Poonam stammered. "I said my husband doesn't do it for this long, Surajji. He lasts merely a minute or two inside me, Surajji. And he ... doesn't have this much cum, Surajji."
I felt myself blushing a bright red in humiliation as I listened to my wife's confessions. Surely she was just saying it to boost the ego of her rapist.
"I am still inside you, bitch." Suraj said.
I realized that he hadn't withdrawn from her. Yet. He was still lying on top of her, his cock buried deep inside her. He had cum fully in her fertile womb, possibly making her pregnant. So, if what he was saying was true, the wetness of the bedsheet was all Poonam. She must have been leaking like an open faucet.
I heard a plonk! sound.
"OOOH that feels good." Suraj uttered. He must have withdrawn from her now. "You have drained me, bitch."
"Thank you, Surajji."
I thought that was the end of it. I crawled to the other end, and listened, but heard nothing. Asin must have been sleeping now. Bheem was not there.
I decided to lie down on my "bed". The floor was hard, and cold. The comforter was very thin. I just hoped there were no bed bugs. The sheet was also very thin, and I was still sticky from having ejaculated earlier. I had opened my shorts completely, and was just sleeping in my underwear.
I lay down, trying to think of my options. If we had to escape, we would have to retake the ship. Or take the bridge. Asin knew enough about boats so I was sure she could operate it. But we couldn't just barricade ourselves in the bridge. And they had guns. So we would have to take out every one of them.
I shuddered. I realized it is one thing to watch a movie, but another to try and be a hero in real life. Right now, I felt anything but.
I tried to sleep. It was tough, knowing what my wife had endured just now. Almost half an hour had gone by and I hadn't heard a peep from that room.
And then suddenly, just like that, I heard another noise.
CREAK!
CREAK!
The bed. It was the noise of a bed creaking.
Unbelievable! Suraj was fucking my wife again!
I made sure it wasn't coming from Asin's room. No, I was correct -- it was from Poonam's. I listened.
"Surajji." I heard Poonam pleading. "Please be gentle. You have a big lund, and I have never taken it in the gaand. Please put some more coconut oil!"
Poonam was taking it in the ass!
I sat down in disbelief. My wife had adamantly never let me have anal sex. And here I was, listening to her on the other side of the wall, engaged in the very same act!
The rhythmic creaking of the bed frame intensified. This time her vocalizations were much clearer.
"Ooooh Surajji." I heard her cry out. "Slower, please. Slower! Aaaah, nehi! Please use some more oil!"
He was fucking her earnestly now. The noise of the bed was frantic -- I felt the bed would break at any time.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
He was spanking her butt now, and I could hear Poonam cry out. Suraj, however, was merciless.
"You are a bitch, Poonam. So, take it like a bitch and stop complaining!"
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
One again all I heard was the creaking of the bed, and then I heard Poonam again.
"Aaaaangh! Aaaaangh! Aaaaangh!"
Poonam was grunting in short bursts. Since she had never taken it in the ass before, she must have been in a lot of pain. I imagined her face contorted, and her breasts slapping back and forth as Suraj pushed himself from back in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out.
SPANK!
SPANK!
"Oh, Surajji! Oh, Surajji! Oh, Surajji! Oh, Surajji!"
My wife now let out a tremendous noise as she started to climax.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"OOOOH YES BITCH! TAKE IT BITCH!"
I heard him make a guttural sound. He was at this moment no doubt squirting a good quantity of his semen into my wife's behind. I heard Poonam once again let out a long sigh as her orgasm subsided.
I closed my eyes. Sleep came soon after.
* * *
I don't know what woke me up. It was pitch dark.
There was no noise coming from Poonam's bedroom. She and Suraj must have been sleeping by now, finally.
No -- the noise was from the other room.
Bheem.
And Asin.
They were talking.
I yawned. Judging by the darkness, it must be 3 am. Of course, I had no way of knowing for sure.
I could hear Bheem on the other side of the wall. This wall, just like the wall between the storeroom I was in and the room Suraj was with Poonam, was just a thin partition. I could put my ear to it and listen to every word.
"It took so long." Bheem said. "I had to call them by satellite. We have to do this covertly, you know, so the Indian authorities don't catch us. Took almost the whole night!"
"Do you have to do this every day, Bheemji?" My mother-in-law innocently asked. "I guess as leader you have to oversee this personally."
"Oh, yes, every day, Aunty." Bheem replied. "Every night I have to make the call and make sure it's done in a secure manner."
"Did the Indian authorities ever suspect you, Bheemji? I would guess we are pretty close to India."
I loved how my mother-in-law was oh so casually getting some information of not only where we are, but where we were going and what Bheem did every night.
"They never suspect a fishing trawler, Aunty." Bheem laughed, continuing his boast. "Like, right now, we are heading towards Vedharanyam Beach. If we keep to a certain distance from the shore, they think we are a fishing trawler and never bother us. But, when we deviate from India and start going towards Jaffna, in Sri Lanka, that's when we will be on their radar."
There was some silence, and then I heard him speak again.
"Are you ready, Aunty?"
"Yes, Bheemji." Asin sounded remarkably calm. "I have freshened up and washed myself."
"I hope you like big cocks, Aunty." Bheem was laughing. He seemed to be alternating between calling her Asin or Aunty. "But then, I know you do. I can see it in those pretty big eyes of yours."
"Thank you, Bheemji." Asin replied. "You certainly have the biggest lund I have seen."
"Your daughter sucked it off pretty well, Aunty." Bheem laughed. "Now we will see if Mother is better than daughter. You can start by taking off that dress, Aunty."
Asin had been wearing a yellow polka dot sundress when we had been captured. It had short sleeves and reached to her knees. I heard a rustling sound. Asin must have been taking off her dress. I could picture my mother-in-law now, standing there in her bras and panties. I had seen her before in her swim wear and I knew for a forty-five year old lady, she sure drew a lot of looks. Her skin was tight, almost no wrinkles, and she was, like her daughter, physically fit.
"Take off your bra, Asin." Bheem ordered. "I want to see how your tits compare with that of your daughter."
"Yes, Bheemji. I am an old woman, Bheemji. My daughter is young."
I heard the sound of a hook being unclasped.
"That's a great pair, Aunty. Your daughter's much perkier, of course, but she is, as you said, younger. But these tits! My goodness! You have such firm and nice and big ones, Aunty!"
I heard nothing for some time, and then I heard a soft moan. It was Asin. Bheem must have been mauling her boobs, tweaking her nipples and pinching her areoles. Then I heard a soft exclamation.
"OUCH!"
It was Asin. I think Bheem must have bitten her softly on the nipple.
"What a fine pair of tits, Aunty!" Bheem said. "Your daughter really gets it from you."
"Thank you, Bheemji."
"But she doesn't get her good nature from you. You are one fine lady, Aunty. Look how submissively you stand, and you deferentially you reply to me. Your daughter is so defiant. The bitch needs a beating every day."
"Please show some mercy to her, Bheemji." Asin begged. "She has her husband here with her."
"That man!" Bheem roared with laughter. "He is such a pussy! He has a mast tatka maal for a wife, a woman with a great pair of tits and ass, and I bet he has no idea what to do with that."
"He will be a good servant, Bheemji." My mother-in-law pleaded. "Please don't hit him again. Take it out on me, Bheemji. I will do whatever you want me to do."
"I slapped him today and he just meekly called me 'Master'." Bheem proudly boasted. "He's going to be a good cuckold."
I thought back to how Bheem had beaten me up and then humiliated me.
When we leave this ship, I promised myself, I am going to take my revenge. I don't know how but I will.
"Hmm. Come here, Asin." Bheem was having fun with my mother-in-law. "Now take off your panty. Let me see your tuttay."
"Yes, Bheemji."
"Turn around. And bend over, Aunty."
"Yes, Bheemji."
For a second, there was silence again, and then I heard a sharp sound.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
Bheem was spanking Asin on her ass. Like her daughter, Asin had a nice, big, round shapely ass. This was the type of ass that yoga pant ads love to feature. With her fair skin and sophisticated upbringing, it was unlikely a man like Bheem would have ever been at this proximity with an ass like Asin's. Now he had one, and he couldn't control himself from spanking it.
"You have a great ass, Aunty. Now, turn around ... that's it. Now down on your knees. That's a good girl."
I heard another noise, which I deduced to be the sound of Bheem's dhoti being untied and then dropped to the floor. I could picture the scene. Asin was on her knees, waiting to take her captor's big cock in her mouth.
"Lick it." I heard him say. "Ahh, that's good. Now take it into your mouth ... Mmm ... That's fine, fine bitch! That's it, Aunty! Suck my dick!"
The sound was so clear I could hear muffled groans and slurps. My heart was thumping like a hammer. There was no doubt that my mother-in-law was giving Bheem a blowjob. Standing there with my ear to the wall I lost all track of time. I heard a loud groan.
Bheem was cumming into her mouth. Just like Suraj had amazed me, I couldn't believe this guy's stamina. Bheem had just cum into my wife's mouth some time ago. And now here he was, cumming into my wife's mother's mouth. Surely he didn't have enough in the tank for a third round?
There was a silence for some time as Bheem finished cumming into Asin's mouth. I am guessing my poor mother-in-law swallowed every drop.
I heard another sound, and then Bheem saying, "Stand against that wall. Yes, face the wall. Put your hands on the wall. That's it. Now bend over slightly, Aunty. I want to slap that big ass of yours."
"Yes, Bheemji."
I realized the "wall" that Bheem was talking about was the very wall I had pressed my ear against! So, on one side of the wall was I, pathetically listening to this gangster rape my mother-in-law, and on the side stood my mother-in-law, braced against in the wall, naked, bent over with her ass on display.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
Bheem was spanking her again on her bottom. I heard some soft whimpering noises. Asin was sobbing, somewhat quietly. But she was gamely taking the punishment. Bheem continued to spank her several times.
"Damn!" I heard Bheem say. "That's one fine mast gori ass! Look how red I made it! Did you like your ass being spanked like that, Asin?"
I heard Asin try and control her sobbing, and then reply in a very small voice, "Not really, Bheemji. It hurts, Bheemji. But if you want to do it, I will bear the pain for your pleasure."
"That's like a good slave girl. And listen, don't worry about it hurting." Bheem dismissed her pain. "You will get used to it. It will hurt less and less every day. I will spank you EVERY day, Aunty. Tomorrow I will beat you with my belt, Aunty."
"Bheemji." I could hear the fright in my mother-in-law's voice. "Why will you beat me with a belt? I will do whatever you ask me to, Bheemji, without a beating."
I heard Bheem laugh, but ominously for Asin, he didn't answer her question.
There was some silence again, which I interpreted was Bheem undressing himself completely. Then there was more soft rustling and moaning sounds. He must have wrapped his arms around Asin and was molesting her thoroughly.
Then I heard the bastard's loud gruff voice again.
"All right, Aunty, get on the bed and open your legs. That's it. What a fine sight."
"Thank you, Bheemji."
"I haven't had a real pussy in a while, Asin. I am going to fuck you real good."
"Yes, Bheemji. Please don't hurt me, Bheemji." My mother in law was imploring. "I will do whatever you want. Please don't beat me, Bheemji."
The next little bit was a blur. I don't remember it well, but I heard a creaking noise as Bheem got on the bed. Then I heard my mother-in-law cry out, loudly at first, and then softly.
Bheem must have entered her at that moment. Then the bed started to move. He was now fucking my mother-in-law.
Then a series of sounds, all of which blended into one in my head.
The bed was creaking. Constantly. He was pumping her well.
I heard Bheem sighing and uttering some swear words as he continued to fuck my mother-in-law. Then I heard Asin squeaking and groaning and moaning. She was having the first of her orgasms.
Occasionally I heard another noise.
SLAP!
SLAP!
He was slapping her, even as he fucked her. I head Asin sob silently in between her moans and grunts.
It went on for a long time, and then I heard him issue further commands to Asin.
"Turn around now, Aunty. Get on all fours like a dog. Show me that ass! Wriggle that ass! That's it. Good girl! You are my good bitch."
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
There followed more rhythmic sounds accompanied by slaps and occasional cries from my mother-in-law. She was now getting it in the ass, and gamely hanging on. Finally there was a loud cry from my mother-in-law, faster thrusting and then a loud, loud groan from Bheem.
Then all fell silent.
I was in a daze of disbelief. I suddenly became aware of my own surroundings and feelings. I noticed to my shame that my penis was once again erect, with precum.
"That's it. You did well, Asin." Bheem was telling her. "Top marks for effort. You are quite wet too, Aunty. You managed to soak the bedsheet."
I heard a noise of embarrassment from Asin. She was clearly ashamed to have been aroused but couldn't say so.
I didn't hear anything further from Bheem, but I heard a noise that indicated a small lamp being switched off. The captain was retiring for the night, his slave girl by his side, naked, spanked and well fucked.
I thought that was it for the night, but then I heard a knock. It was a soft knock. I realized it was coming from the other side of the room -- someone was knocking the door where Suraj was sleeping with Poonam!
"Wake up, Suraj, wake up!"
It was Lalan. Why was he waking up the first mate? I soon found out the answer.
The door opened.
"What is it?" Suraj asked, groggily.
"It's been four hours, Suraj." Lalan replied. "It's your shift on the bridge now. And my turn with the randi."
"Oh, really? Wow... sorry, I was so tired!"
"Go! Soon it will be morning and we all have to wake up. I want to fuck that saali before I catch some sleep."
"Yes, yes. Poonam is sleeping though."
"Wake the bitch up."
I then heard a sharp noise.
SLAP!
SLAP!
"Wake up, Bhabhi!"
I decided I didn't want to really hear anything anymore. Besides, it's been four hours since Poonam had been taken in by Suraj and raped. Now it was Lalan, waiting his turn with my wife. I knew I would be expected to be up before breakfast, so I better get some sleep.
It was hard, falling off to sleep in that dinghy room, on the floor with the uncomfortable bedding, but I had to. The last thing I heard before drifting off was a sharp series of spanking sounds.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
Poonam was being spanked on the ass.
Then there was silence. He must have climbed on top of her and penetrated her.
CREAK!
CREAK!
The bed was moving again. And then I heard her whimpering, and then moaning.
"Aaaaah! Oooooh! Harder! Push!"
There was no doubt. I knew these sounds. She was having an orgasm, even as this gangster Lalan was ravaging her cunt.
As my eyes shut, I heard Poonam softly murmur, "Harder! Harder! Aaaaah! Lalanji! Please cum inside me. I need your cum, NOW! OOooooh, Lalanji!"
Then I heard some more whimpering, and then a groan. The bed started to shake violently.
That man Lalan was now flooding my wife's insides with his sperm.
I tried to go back to sleep.
There was one phrase though, uttered by Bheem, that kept running through my mind.
"when we deviate from India and start going towards Jaffna, Sri Lanka, that's when we will be on their radar."
Jaffna was in Sri Lanka, and the base of the Tamil insurgency there. And Suraj had said "three months" instead of two. So, these people had no intention of going to Goa in India, or releasing us in a couple of months.
* * *
A sharp knocking sound on my door woke me up. And then the key turned in the lock, and the door opened.
"Wake up, Vivek!"
It was Altaf, the big ox. He had come to fetch me.
"Wake up!"
"Yes, Altafji."
In a trice I was up. My stint as a servant was beginning.
"Come with me. It's 6 in the morning now."
"Yes, Altafji."
As I followed him and exited out of the room, I glanced at the two bedrooms next to me. Both doors were shut, but I saw no key in the lock. That meant there was someone else in the rooms besides the ladies.
I followed Altaf down two decks to the main deck. As we walked, I tried to commit the layout of the ship to memory, at least as far as the route we were taking. Altaf took me to one deck even lower.
"These are the washrooms." He said, pointing to a set of stalls. "Later in the afternoon you will be cleaning them."
"Yes, Altafji."
He then pointed me to another area. I saw a huge marble floor, and all along the walls were showers.
"This is the common shower area. As you can see, there's no privacy. We like it like that here."
"Yes, Altafji."
Weird, gay, but whatever. All I hoped was these men did nothing gay with me.
"Now I am giving you fifteen minutes to use the washroom and do your thing. Fifteen minutes, do you understand?"
"Yes, Altafji."
"Good. When you are done, come out. Here."
He gave me a small plastic bag. Inside was a small toothpaste and a brush.
"Use this from now on. Remember, fifteen minutes."
Exactly fourteen minutes later, I had freshened up, done my business and was ready.
"Come with me."
Altaf seemed to be the one assigned to be my supervisor. It was a good choice, I realized. All he had to do was just touch me with one finger and I would fly away. He literally reminded me of the Hulk. A dark-skinned Tamil Hulk.
We went back to the main deck, and this time took another route to the kitchen. Vikas was there. Apparently, the kitchen was his department.
I was soon busy peeling onions, slicing tomatoes, washing chili, green pepper and other preparations, followed by washing dishes, glasses and other cutlery. Then Vikas put me to work preparing omelets, while he prepared some bread. This being the first day, I was expecting them to work me hard but not trust me at all with stuff. That was how it was. When the clock struck 8, Vikas and I had prepared breakfast for the whole crew. Soon I heard footsteps approaching.
Sunny came first and picked up a plate and piled some food in it. He was followed by Madhavan. Altaf then decided he had supervised me enough and picked up a plate. As did Vikas. They just sat down at the table by the kitchen when Bheem entered.
"Ah, that smells nice." He said, coming in. "Vivek. Make me a plate."
"Yes, Master."
As Bheem took his seat, he remarked to Vikas, "Nice when you have arranged for a man's wife to be a sex slave, and he calls you 'Master' and then serves you food."
The whole table burst out laughing.
I ignored the taunts, put some omelets, French toast, bread and fried potato on a plate and took it to where he was sitting. Mentally I put it into my mind that when these men talked to Vikas, they talked in Hindi or English. Within the rest, they all talked in Tamil. So, I would have to pay attention to those talking to Vikas to glean some information.
Bheem took the plate without any acknowledgement and started to eat. I went back to the kitchen.
Who was missing? Oh yes. Lalan and Suraj. They were probably sleeping with Poonam, tired out.
"I had a fun night last night." Bheem was telling. "Such a mast maal, this Aunty."
Then he started to talk in Tamil -- and I couldn't follow the conversation. I decided to study the kitchen, to see if I could learn anything while I was there.
It was a small kitchen, very basic, just enough for the needs of a fishing trawler that spent weeks in the sea. I noticed the area where the knives and other cutlery were kept. There were five or six knives of different sizes. I then took stock of the food. They had a small storage area behind the kitchen, where I saw bags of onions, lentils, rice and other pulses. There were also four fridges there. I saw various meat and fish stocked there.
They have enough food for months, I thought. They don't really need to make landfall unless they have other requirements.
What about the fire? How was the fire started in the over?
I looked over and found they were using gas tanks. A small idea began to take shape in my head. I traced the gas tank under the oven. I opened the nozzle a bit and then shut it. There was enough gas in there to last quite some time. But they must have some extra tanks. Where were they kept?
"VIVEK! VIVEK!"
With a start, I realized that I was being called.
"Where the hell are you?" Bheem thundered. "I am calling for ages!"
"I am so sorry, Master." I stammered. "So sorry, Master. I couldn't hear over the ... the ... sound of the waves."
Bheem looked at me as if he was going to punch me. I shuddered, but then I guess he thought better of it.
"Get some water for us. And take these plates and clean them." He said.
"Yes, Master."
I got the crew some water, and then cleared the table. I took the plates to the sink and started to scrub them.
At this moment Suraj walked in. I wondered who was on bridge duty, or if the ship had dropped anchor.
Immediately the whole room cheered. Vikas clapped him on the back. Bheem shook his head. They were all talking to him excitedly in Tamil. I heard the word "Bhabhi" used a couple of times. The men were all giving him high fives.
"Vivek!"
Immediately I rushed back to the table, hearing Bheem call my name.
"Yes, Master?"
Bheem proudly clapped Suraj on the back.
"Get him some breakfast with extra eggs." He said. "After all, he had a busy night. He will need a lot of protein to make up for that!"
"Er ... yes, Master."
I slunk back to the kitchen and prepared a plate. Coming back, I handed it to Suraj.
Bheem looked at Suraj and then asked in Hindi, "How was last night, Suraj? How was your Bhabhi?"
Suraj gave me a smirk before turning to Bheem and replying, also in Hindi, "She wore me out, Anna. She was craving for it -- we did three times! Looks like she hadn't had a good time in a while."
Again there was much laughter from the table. I just stood there, listening to it awkwardly, before getting some empty plates and going back to the kitchen as the men joked about my wife and last night.
Vikas came back to the kitchen to make tea.
"Did you eat?" He asked me.
"No, Vikasji."
He didn't say anything but waited until the water boiled. Making the tea, he put the pot and some cups over a tray and then left.
After some time, Bheem entered the kitchen.
"I want you to eat your breakfast." He told me. "And then I want you to prepare three plates of the breakfast."
"Yes, Master. I will."
"I will take one tray to my room for your mother-in-law."
"Yes, Master."
"You will take the other two plates to the room where your wife is sleeping. Lalan is probably still with her. Leave the food there for them."
"Yes, Master."
I ate fast. I even had some tea. Then I cleared the table again and scrubbed the remaining dishes, and then I made three plates of breakfast. One for Asin, one for Poonam and one for Lalan. I wondered where everyone else was. They just seemed to leave after finishing breakfast. Only Vikas and Bheem was still in the kitchen with me, watching me work. Bheem picked up Asin's plate and left. I stood there, looking at the remaining two plates, wondering how I was going to take them upstairs.
"Ok, you can use this tray to carry the plates." Vikas said, giving me a tray.
"Thanks, Vikasji."
I went up to my wife's room.
There was no key in the door, so I knocked.
"Enter." I heard Lalan say. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
I didn't know really what I expected to find. I had spent the whole night listening to Poonam being used like a cheap bazaari aurat on the other side of that wall. Multiple times. How would she be?
As I opened the door and walked in, I saw the two of them lying in bed naked.
Poonam and Lalan.
There was a strong smell of sex and sweat in the room. They were both awake. And stark naked, of course. Poonam was resting her head on Lalan's broad hairy chest and caressing his muscular shoulders and biceps. She refused to look at me and kept her gaze focused on Lalan's chest.
The contrast between her fair skin and his dark one was a striking one. My wife had the contented look of a well-fucked woman. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me.
"I have breakfast for the both of you." I announced, putting the food on one of the tables in the room.
Poonam's legs were spread a little, and I could see a pool of white cum between her legs. As she moved, more cum oozed out of her orifices. Lalan's thick cock was lying across one leg, glistening with my wife's cunt juices. Even when soft, his cock was thicker and longer than mine was when hard. From the look of the couple, it seemed as if they had just fucked. Which they probably did.
Lalan caught hold of my wife's chin and leaned in to kiss her on the mouth. As I watched, the two began to kiss in earnest. I could see Poonam's hand stroking Lalan's thick cock, which was rapidly becoming hard.
I left the room and gently shut the door behind me, before heading back downstairs. I had more work waiting for me.
The whole day passed in a blur. I was busy cleaning the toilets. It was disgusting work. I was quite afraid I would throw up, yet Altaf was there nearby to remind me that if I did, he would just beat the crap out of me. I did learn one thing though -- where the cleaning supplies were. As I fetched the cleaning supplies, I noticed they also kept a small amount of acid there. Probably as a cleaning agent, but I filed that fact away for later use.
Then I was busy in the kitchen. Really busy. Helping Vikas cook lunch for 10 people (the seven of them plus the three of us). Once lunch was done, I prepared two plates again. One for Asin. One for Poonam. This time Altaf took their food up to them.
I realized that neither Asin nor Poonam were leaving their rooms. Meanwhile, I noticed throughout the day that Bheem would pop by his room every couple of hours and then spend some time there. Probably fucking my mother-in-law. Or beating her. I saw Lalan and Suraj also take turns and visit Poonam's room every other hour. I wanted to listen in, but I had work. I was pretty sure they were busy screwing my wife in turns.
So Asin and Poonam would spend the trip locked up in their rooms. In that case, it was up to me to get a layout of the ship. After lunch I was put to work mopping the lower decks. Following that I was put to work cleaning up and polishing some of their shoes, and then I was put on laundry duty.
I used that opportunity to stash a dhoti and a t-shirt somewhere. After all, I had no extra set of clothes with me. During this, I made the excuse of needing to use the toilet, and rushed back to my room, putting those clothes there. I also smuggled a butter knife into my room, along with a fork. I don't know why, but I would find some use for them.
Once evening rolled in, I was put on dinner duty. Only when dinner was done, and I had eaten my own food and prepared Asin's and Poonam's plates, did I get a chance to catch my breath. I stood there on the deck, looking at the sea, and trying to clear my thoughts.
I had spent the whole day doing menial work. I had a pretty good idea of the layout of the ship now, but I had no plan. Besides, I didn't even know where we were. For that, I needed to go to the bridge and look at the navigational maps. But no, I was not sent anywhere near the bridge, nor did any of the crew talk to me about what they were doing. And I had no idea who did what where on the ship.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. A heavy hand. I turned.
It was Altaf.
"It is 9.30 pm." He told me. "It is time for you to be locked up in your room."
"Oh. Um ... Altafji, can I use the toilet?"
"Yes. In fact, I want to pee too. Come."
We both made our way to the washrooms. Picking one urinal, I emptied my bladder. Altaf chose the stall next to me, unzipped his jeans and started to urinate too.
I couldn't help but steal a glance. Oh ... my ... goodness.
The guy was huge. HE WAS HUGE!
As the last of his pee dribbled out of his dick, Altaf turned and caught me looking.
"You like what you see, cuckold?" He grinned.
I gulped and looked away.
"You better have a good look." Altaf taunted me. "This is going inside your wife tonight."
* * *
I put my ear to the wall. I was in my storeroom again, locked in for the night. I was listening to the wall that was between Poonam's room and mine.
I heard the door slam shut. Altaf had just entered the room.
And then I heard my wife scream.
"Oooo Altafji!" I heard her say. "You have picked me up as if I am just a pillow!"
The brute must have just picked up her by the waist. I couldn't hear much, but it seemed like Poonam wasn't even struggling. I knew that she was simply trying to make the best of a really bad situation, but it somehow hurt me. For some reason, and I know it is counter intuitive, I wanted Poonam to put up a bit of struggle. She seemed to be giving in a bit too easily. Even last night she was laughing with the men, saying things about my cock, and having an orgasm even after they had slapped her.
I heard a whoomph sound and then the bed creaked loudly.
"Aaagnh!" My wife murmured. Altaf must have tossed her like a little stuffed animal onto the bed.
I heard a belt being unbuckled, and then the rustling sound of pants being dropped to the floor, followed by another noise. The shirt. Altaf was now completely naked.
"What do you think, bitch." I heard him utter.
"OOOOOOH Altafji." I heard my wife groan. "It is soooo big! I don't think I can take it."
"You can, and you will."
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
I heard three quick slaps in succession, and my wife whimper.
"Spread your legs, raandi."
"Yes, Altafji."
"Let's get the icebreaker out of the way, eh Bhabhi!"
I heard him climb on to the bed. I heard him spit. He must have spit onto his hands and rubbed his big cock a few times.
And then I heard my wife scream again.
"OOOOH Altafji. Please, be gentle."
SLAP!
SLAP!
I realized I was hard. Ashamed as I was to admit it, I took out my cock from my pants and started to rub it.
SLAP!
SLAP!
Again and again he slapped Poonam. I could hear my wife cry out in pain, and then the bed squeaked loudly.
By now Altaf was on the bed, and must have spread my wife's legs wide open, and then pushed his hard, huge cock into Poonam's waiting pussy.
"AAAAAAAHHH!" I heard Poonam moan as her cunt was invaded.
"You are such a slut, Bhabhi." Altaf growled. "Look how wet you are! I didn't even need the spit. Lalan was right, you get off on that rough, macho stuff, you bitch!"
My wife was now unable to say anything. She was moaning, her hips rocking as Altaf drilled into her.
"Oh yea. Wrap your legs around my hips. That's the way, bitch. You like it rough, don't you!"
SLAP!
SLAP!
The bed continued to creak, louder and louder. Then I heard my wife speak.
"Yes, Altafji. I like what you are doing to me. Please push into me. Harder please, Altafji."
SLAP!
SLAP!
I tried to see if she was faking it, but I couldn't detect anything from the tone of her voice. She genuinely seemed to be loving it! She seemed to like being slapped! Or was she just putting on an act for Altaf? It was so hard to tell, but what I could hear was her pumping her hips hard back at Altaf. Her breathing was now coming in loud gasps and moans. There was no doubt -- she was in the throes of an orgasm.
I suddenly became aware of the rock-hard erection. I shook my head in disgust. What was wrong with me! Yet I couldn't help myself as I rubbed myself harder.
SLAP!
SLAP!
I heard Poonam cry out again as she was slapped again and again. Ever since Bheem had punished my wife, the rest of the crew seemed to have taken it as a license to slap her at will as well. Altaf seemed to be taking extra delight in copying his master.
"OOOOOH Altafji." My wife screamed. "I am cumming. OOOOOH. Please, cum in me, Altafji. Please!"
My own cum can out, shooting fast against the wall. My legs felt wobbly as I reached back for a chair and sat down.
I sat there and listened to my wife getting fucked hard by my Altaf and couldn't quite decide how I felt about the whole thing - angry, jealous, but also very turned on, very hot. He was now really giving it to her. The bed was squeaking and Poonam's loud moaning was coming through the wall clearly.
Yes, she was being raped, but did she have to enjoy it so much?
"OOOOH SAALI!!"
I could tell by a loud groan from Altaf that he was now beginning to ejaculate. Poonam had already achieved her orgasm, and now she just made soft mewing sounds as Altaf began to deposit his cum into her. The bed continued to jerk violently as his seminal fluid flowed into her.
Then there was silence for a few minutes, punctuated only by the sounds of heavy breathing from the amorous couple. It wasn't over, though. Of course, it wasn't. Altaf was just getting warmed up.
In about five minutes, I heard Alraf roll over. He seemed to have grabbed my wife by the hair, judging from her complaints.
SLAP!
Then I heard him order her, "Lick me clean, bitch. Suck all the cum off me."
I couldn't see, of course, but I imagined Poonam position herself over his still-hard cock and lower her mouth to it, licking and slurping the goo between her lips.
Altaf must have held her hair in his fist, pulling my wife's head up and down on his erection.
"OOOH YEA. That's good, saali. Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm loving it, bitch."
There was silence for some time. I wondered what they were doing. It was so infuriating not being able to see!
Then I heard Altaf give her bare ass a resounding slap, probably leaving a red mark.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
"You are a hot little piece of ass, Poonam, a first-class slut - no denying that. But don't be getting too comfortable, Bhabhi. I've only just started."
It was a long night for Poonam. Throughout the night, I was awakened by the sounds of Altaf and Poonam's uninhibited sex. I may have missed a time or two, but by my calculation, Altaf fucked my wife four times and gotten a blowjob twice, and once he had taken her in the ass.
I heard Poonam cry out when he was drilling into her anal cavity.
"OOOOH Altafji! Have some mercy! Please, gently. I am not used to such a big lund, Altafji."
He was insatiable -- apparently never getting totally soft, always staying at least semi-rigid. From what I could hear, Poonam's mouth, cunt and ass were always open for business. From the sounds that she made, I now had no doubt that she was also enjoying herself. She didn't seem to get enough of Altaf! They didn't seem to get much sleep that night -- Poonam and Altaf.
Once during the middle of the night, I was woken by up another sound. I half expected it to be Poonam and Altaf again, but ... as they say ... all was quiet on the western front. No, so where was the noise coming from? And what was it?
LASH!
LASH!
I crept towards the wall that separated me from the captain's room.
Where Asin stayed.
LASH!
LASH!
What was that sound? I put my ear to the wall.
LASH!
I then heard a soft whimper and a cry. And then a laugh.
LASH!
LASH!
I shook my head. There was no doubt what Bheem was doing. He was using a belt, and he was lashing my mother-in-law's bodacious buttocks.
I listened for some time. After he was done, there was a long pause during which I only heard the soft sobs of Asin. Then I heard the beginnings of another noise from the same room.
CREAK!
CREAK!
CREAK!
The bed started to creak. Bheem was now fucking her.
How can you have sex with a woman right after you have whipped her, I thought. These were some sick perverts.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
As I listened to their thrusting on the bed, I became aware of another noise. No longer was Asin only grunting as Bheem pushed his monster cock inside her, she was also moaning. A lot.
"Oh, Bheemji! Oh, Bheemji! Oh, Bheemji!"
The cries of her were the cries of a woman caught in the threshold of an orgasm.
I listened for some time, as they continued to fuck in earnest, until I heard Bheem groan.
He was ejaculating inside her.
I closed my eyes for sleep that remained elusive.
* * *
The days began to blend into each other. Every morning I would be woken up by Altaf and then would have to report to the kitchen to help in breakfast duties. During breakfast, I would be subject to taunts of whoever had spent the previous night with Poonam.
I would be told how Poonam enjoyed the numerous times they had emptied their balls inside her, on how she likes it rough, or how she would complain that her husband wasn't as man enough as her most recent paramour.
Altaf took particular enjoyment in tormenting me. It seemed that next to Bheem, he had the largest dick, and this was acknowledged by the others, so he was expected to provide a more thorough fucking to my wife.
"Poonam just kept rubbing my cock." Altaf would tell everyone. "It's like she hadn't seen a cock like this. Even after I had finished cumming into her, the bitch would hold it and just keep feeling it. She said she had no idea that dicks could be bigger than her husband's! I had to slap her and tell her I wanted to sleep before she would let go!"
"Did you spank her as well?" Someone would ask. "Bhabhi likes it I think."
Altaf would laugh.
"Duh." He would say. "I spanked her in between fucking her. After I would finish fucking her, she would beg and beg for my cum again. I would spank her until my cock got hard again, and then the slut would lie back eagerly waiting for me to put it in between her legs. She's a proper whore, that wife of yours, Vivek. Too bad you never realized it."
And I could do nothing but just stand there and listen to the insults as the men laughed at me.
Bheem was the worst.
"Hey, cuckold!" He would call me, as I lay waiting in the kitchen. "COME HERE!"
And I would have to scurry back to the dining area.
"Yes, Master?"
"Who is fucking your wife?"
"Er ... your men, Master."
"Who's showing your wife a good time?"
"Your men, Master."
"Who made your wife give him a blowjob in front of everyone?"
"You did, Master."
"Who will make your wife pregnant?"
"You and your men, Master."
He would continue to insult me, to the amusement of his crew, while I would have to satisfy him with my replies and address him as "Master". He also told me I was lucky my wife was 'only' being raped a few times each day.
"Imagine," He said once, "If I had allowed every member of this ship to have access to her all the time, any time. She would be gangbanged every day, multiple times!"
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
The rest of the day I would be engaged in lots of hard, manual labour. Cleaning the washrooms and common area was always a daily task, followed by mopping and cleaning the upper and lower decks. And in between the meal times were always busy. During the day, Bheem would continue to visit his room from time to time, fucking my mother-in-law. The two men whose turn it was to be with Poonam also checked in periodically to fuck my wife. During these times I would be cleaning or working nearby, to keep an eye on the rooms. The men were never in more than 10 minutes during the day.
Altaf was assigned to keep an eye on me throughout the day, but he would disappear from time to time. I never knew where he was or what he was up to, but every couple of hours he would not be there.
In those times, when I was not monitored, in the last few days, I managed to steal a few things from the ship and bring them to my room. I had a small alarm clock, a blunt butter knife, a small bottle of water that I had emptied and then filled with cooking oil as well as a small roll of duct tape. I didn't know what I would do with those, but for now they were in my room. The clock actually allowed me to see when things happened at night when I was locked in to my room in the dark.
I was never granted access to the bridge, but I did manage to learn where we were going by eavesdropping on conversations whenever they weren't in Tamil. We were heading towards Nagapattinam and following that to Vedharanyam. Basically we were going down the eastern coast of India. We were going very slowly to mimic the fishing trawlers nearby. In fact, the boat had some actual fish caught and stored just in case they ran into some Navy patrols. I deduced that they were on their way to rendezvous with another boat to pick up new arms and materials before heading back to Jaffna, Sri Lanka. By my estimate, we had another two to three weeks in Indian water before they headed off to Sri Lanka. If we had to escape, we would have to do it before that.
After 9 pm or so, Altaf would come and fetch me. I would be allowed a visit to the washroom, following which I would be locked up in my room. Then I would put my ear to the wall and listen.
My wife's first lover for the night would visit punctually around 9.30 pm. By now Poonam knew all of these men intimately, and she would lie waiting for whoever it was. When the door would open, she would stand up from the bed and walk to him. He would then shut the door and the two would then kiss.
Poonam was naked, of course, so the man would have access to all of her body. She had been naked from the day we were captured.
I would hear my wife squeal as her buttocks were pinched, or her boobs tweaked. All the men loved to grab her buttocks and jiggle them. Just like her mom, Poonam had nice, round, firm and bouncy buttocks. Her butt skin was tight, with no wrinkles or sag. As the men kissed her, their hands would inadvertently roam to her ass, pinching and groping her.
When the kissing was over, Poonam would undress her lover.
In the beginning the men would undress themselves. Some would unwrap their dhoti or unbuckle their pants. But lately Poonam had been undressing them, taking off each layer of clothing. I guess she did it because they liked it, and therefore they were more pleasant to her, and slapped her less.
After the undressing it was usually a blow job. Most of the men sat on the bed or on the chair, and spread open their legs, while my wife would kneel down and then start sucking on the penis. Sunny and Vikas like to stand while my wife knelt down and sucked them to hardness, and then would often play with her hair or give her some tight slaps as she went down on them.
Usually this would last ten minutes. From the comments I would hear, my wife was an excellent cocksucker. Then men would cum within ten minutes, erupting in her mouth. Poonam swallowed every drop. If she ever spilled an amount, they would slap her a few times until she begged them for mercy, so Poonam got very good, very quickly, at swallowing every drop.
After the blowjob would be over, they would lie together in bed as my wife would play with the man's now flaccid penis. This was usually a strange time and different men behaved differently.
Altaf spanked my wife. He was very clear -- spanking Poonam made him get hard again, quickly. Poonam would have to bend over and present her ass to him, and he would spank it, several times, until Poonam would be crying. Hearing her cry, he would finally relent, and put her on the bed, before sliding his now hard cock into her cunt. He would also slap her a lot. There was no doubt that of all the men, he was the most brutal to her, followed by Sunny.
Madhavan liked to talk with her. He would actually ask her about her movies, or her hobbies, or her extended family. They would make small talk for about twenty five minutes or so before he was ready to go again. Then they would start kissing, before Madhavan would climb on her and enter her.
Sunny and Vikas, being younger guys, were ready to go sooner. They would continue to play with my wife's charms, fondling her boobs, kissing her, or just having her play with their cock until they were ready to go again.
Lalan and Suraj, being a bit more senior in the chain of command, treated Poonam differently. After the blowjob, they often spanked her. Then they would insert their fingers into her ass and ask her to lick them. Poonam would then have to kiss and lick their feet, and sometimes they would put on a song and ask her to dance for them. It all depended on their mood, but they were intent on humiliating her. Other times they would just lie on the bed and ask Poonam to play with their cock while they got ready for round two.
The second round was often fast, steamy and loud. This is usually when I would take out my own cock and wank. The bed would start creaking and the springs squealing as their cocks would burrow into my wife, and she would be fucked hard. The cock would go deep into her, and then out, and then deep, and then out -- again and again and again and again. Not only did these men all have huge cocks, much larger than mine, they also had stamina, and could last a lot longer. By the time they were ready to bust a nut, my wife would be a mess.
I would hear my wife's repeated deep throated cries of orgasm, as she would beg the men to cum in her, to no avail. I would hear her grunts, as she was helplessly flailing around on the bed as the men pumped her -- their cocks going in and out of her wet pussy like pistons in a cylinder.
They would all slap her as they fucked her. Finally, after about twenty minutes, they could hold on for no longer, and most of them would start to cum in her. I would hear the bed start jerking violently as they emptied their balls deep in her bowels.
Then there would be silence. Most of the time they would lie like that for some time, as the men wanted to make sure their sperm went deep inside her. They would remind her that she was going to be pregnant. Poonam wouldn't say anything, but then I would hear a soft sound.
Plonk!
The men would withdraw, and then Poonam had to lick and suck their dick clean. After this, there was usually silence, as they were done for the night.
Unless it was Altaf or Suraj. Altaf would fuck her again in a while. And then again. Usually he was good to cum at least four times. Suraj would however do it only once more, and this time he would do it in her ass.
It was only Suraj, and sometimes Sunny, who wanted to have anal sex with my wife. The other men were content with regular fucking and a blowjob.
The second lover would usually show up at 3 am. There would be a sharp knock, and then the first lover would dress and go to the bridge, and the second lover would take his place. And then Poonam would have to service him the way she had serviced the first.
Meanwhile in the other room, Bheem would usually show up at 1.30 or 2 in the morning. I wonder what he did before this time.
In a way I felt sadder for my mother-in-law Asin. Even though the men were raping Poonam, they weren't being cruel and brutal to her. Sure, they slapped her a few times, and forced themselves on her, but for the most part if she cooperated, they were nice to her. Only Altaf really liked slapping her. And according to him, she liked being slapped by him, though I really doubted that.
While all of them spanked Poonam, only Altaf and Sunny did it seriously and for long amounts of time that caused her to sob and cry in pain. The rest just hit her ass a few times before fucking her again. For many of them the spanking was a way to keep busy in between sex. They just wanted to see Poonam's milky white ass become red.
In short, Poonam was a cum dump and a fuck meat. The men mostly wanted to fuck her and empty their balls in her. As long as she cooperated, she was treated well otherwise.
Asin, on the other hand, had the unfortunate misfortune of being solely Bheem's sex slave. And Bheem was brutal. As soon he was in the room, Asin had to disrobe and then greet him by kissing his feet -- like a proper slave girl of yore.
As she would bend down and kiss his feet, her posterior up in the air, Bheem would bend down and fondle that ass. Once he was done, he would pat it, and Asin would stand up, her face flush with shame. And perhaps arousal.
After that she would give him a blowjob. Till this part this was like a normal hostage rape situation. And then Bheem would show his true colours.
I still remember the sounds. First would come the creak of the bed as Asin got on it, and then soft sounds of the bed headstand when he was tying her hands to the headstand, and then the legs to the bottom two posts. Asin was now lying face down on the bed, completely naked, spread eagled, her hands and legs bound to the frame of the bed, her buttocks up.
That's when the other noise would start.
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
The flogging would continue, for almost half an hour. Bheem would make a strap out of a belt, and then whip my mother-in-law's big, shapely buttocks. Each blow made her fat ass jiggle and go slightly red. He would concentrate the beating on her buttocks, but sometimes the strap would hit her back, or her thighs. By the time her thrashing was over, she would be a crying, blubbering, whimpering mess. I would hear her sob loudly, begging Bheem for mercy.
And then Bheem would give her a little break, and then untie her. I would hear him say some soothing words to her, perhaps comforting her. And there would be absolute silence for a few minutes, punctuated only by Asin's sobbing.
And then I would hear the sound of the bed starting to move.
Softly at first, and then growing rapidly fast and furious.
CREAK!
CREAK!
CREAK!
He fucked my mother-in-law long, hard and furiously. The bed would make loud noises, and I would hear Asin's moans and cries, and some ten or fifteen minutes later, after Asin would have begged him to cum, I would hear Bheem's guttural roar. He would them start cumming, emptying his seed inside my mother-in-law's womb.
This would be repeated once or twice during the night. I began to get scared for Poonam's sake when she would be transferred over to Bheem. Poonam had a low tolerance for pain, yet she was gamely taking on the slaps and the spanks. I wondered how she would fare with the lashing.
Soon I was to find out.
* * *
It was the twelfth day of our captivity. Already this morning a strange, and alarming, incident had taken place.
We had rendezvoused with a small boat. A man had come over and presented a briefcase to Bheem. I was watching from the upper deck where I had been cleaning some mess left by the seagulls the previous night. I kept an eye on the happenings below.
The briefcase was full of money. Bheem took it, thanked the man and gave the briefcase to Lalan, possibly for safekeeping. Then the strange man bid them good bye and left, going back to his own boat, which soon travelled out of sight.
I understood what had happened. The money was for new arms for Bheem and his men. They were to use it to buy these weapons before going back to Jaffna, where they would give the weapons to the insurgency. The money had either come from other sources within their organization, or possibly the sale of our yacht. But that wasn't the most alarming part of the incident.
What was disorienting was that the boat was a small Indian navy boat. The man who had the briefcase was a naval officer. These men were supposed to hunt down terrorists like Bheem. Yet here they were, in cahoots with Bheem. I had a brief plan in my head to somehow sneak to the radio and send out a mayday call to any nearby ships. I saw that this plan was now untenable. There was no guarantee who was listening in and that they were not part of Bheem's organization.
Then the second incident occurred.
It was around lunch time. Altaf had just told me that today I would have to clean the washrooms in both the captain's room and the room where Poonam was held. After that I had gone to help Vikas with the lunch.
Lunch passed uneventfully. I noticed that Bheem wasn't there.
"Must be busy with Aunty." Altaf remarked to much laughter by the rest.
After lunch Vikas pulled me aside.
"Take a pail, a mop and some scrubs and put them outside the captain's room's door." He instructed. "Then come back down here, wash your hands, and take these two plates of lunches up to the room. While the captain and your mother-in-law have their lunch, you clean the washroom. Got it?"
"Yes, Vikasji." I answered.
Internally, I was also aware this would be the first time I would have a chance to investigate that room. Soon I was standing outside that room with the cleaning supplies. I stacked them outside against the wall and tried to listen in the door, just for a moment.
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
Poor Asin! She was getting whipped again. I shook my head. We would have to make our escape quickly. I didn't know how much longer she could tolerate this.
As I stood there, I heard the lashing stop. In about a couple of minutes, I knew what was coming next.
CREAK!
CREAK!
CREAK!
I didn't listen anymore, but went downstairs to get the food tray, and then came back up. There was no sound from the room any more. He must have finished fucking her and must have ejaculated inside her. Taking a deep break, I knocked on the door.
"Yes?" Bheem's booming voice thundered from inside.
"Master, it's me." I replied timidly. "I have your food, and also, I have to clean the washroom."
There was a pause, and then I heard the click of the door lock, before the door opened, and I found myself staring at Bheem.
He was naked, of course. I found it somewhat intriguing that this group of men, who were definitely not gay, were so free with nudity. They had no qualms about stripping in front of each other, be it taking a shower or raping a woman. They like to talk, and brag about, and expose their dicks, and they liked to flaunt their manhood in front of each other. I guess when you spend long time in a boat stuck with each other, this could happen.
Bheem's body was sweaty, his breathing heavy. I could see the slime and wetness of his own cum, mixed with my mother-in-law's juices, on his glistening and still semi-hard cock. A drop of cum was still evident on the tip of his penis. It seemed he had just finished cumming, and then had pulled out of Asin's pussy when I had knocked.
"Come in." He told me. "Bring the food in."
"Yes, Master."
I stepped into the captain's bedroom. The room stank of sweat and sex.
It was a large bedroom, and luxuriously furnished, of course. Large port windows to one side let in a lot of light. Chest of drawers and cabinets and a desk and a chair, all made of expensive wood, lined the room, along with a couple of full-length mirrors. There was a door to the very end of the room, which must lead to the bathroom. In the middle of the room was a four-poster bed. My attention inadvertently led to the nude body lying on the bed.
Tied to the bed, lying face down on the mattress, was my naked mother-in-law. Each of her limbs was tied to each corner of the bed. Her hands were tied to the front, her legs to the back two posters. This way she was bound, spread eagled, and her ass and pussy easily visible.
Cum oozed out of her each orifice. Her pussy was flooded with cum, and every time her body spasmed or shook, more gunk flowed out from her. Either Bheem had massive amounts of baby batter, or this was the result of Asin being fucked multiple times, but there was a lot of semen inside of her. It just seemed to continue coming out of her cunt as she moved. I saw some ejaculate even on her ass. As she took a deep breath, her butt cheeks squeezed, and more cock juice flowed out of her keister.
And what could I saw about her derriere? There was no area left on her fanny that wasn't red. Every inch of her bum was covered with lash marks. There were welts and bruises on her tushy, and even some lash marks on the side of her breasts and back. It was clear that between each time she was fucked, she had been whipped. On the only plus side, her face was spared. It seemed as if Bheem wasn't interested in slapping her. As I continued to stare at her naked body, beaten and abused, I could see tears welling up at the corner of her eyes.
She knew I could see her, of course, in this humiliated, beaten state, and I could do nothing about it. It was the first time I was seeing my mother-in-law naked, of course, so the sight did cause me to become somewhat hard, even though she had just gone through a traumatic experience. I turned around and placed the food tray on a shelf.
"Master." I told Bheem. "I am to clean the washroom. Perhaps you can eat in the meanwhile, and ... um ... allow Mummy also to eat, while I clean."
"Hmm. Hold on." Bheem walked up to a cabinet, took out a tube of some cream, and then handed it to me.
"Rub this on her gaand." He said, handing me the cream. "I am going to use the washroom. You can clean it after."
"Er ... yes, Master."
Bheem went to the washroom and shut the door. I turned to the bed. Asin was sobbing.
"I ... I am going to rub this on your ass, Mummyji." I told her, not knowing what else to say or do.
Asin managed to turn her face slightly towards me. Her eyes were red, but she managed to give a wry smile.
"It's ok, Vivek babu." She uttered. "There's nothing left of my dignity to protect any more. Go ahead and rub my ass with that cream. Maybe it will lessen the pain."
I decided to clean her up slightly. I took a tissue from a tissue paper box and wiped her bottom and her pussy. I had to use a few before it would soak up all the cum from her bottom. She winced slightly as my hands touched her crotch, but she didn't say anything. Then I began to apply the cream on her big buttocks.
"That does feel soothing." She murmured as I caressed her behind with the cream. "Vivek babu, I don't know much longer I can take this."
"You have to stay strong, Mummyji." I told her, as I applied more cream to her rear end. "I am working on an escape plan. Maybe it will take a week or two to materialize, but I promise you -- we will escape."
I don't know why I said that, but I had to give strength to her. Asin seemed to understand and nodded.
"I will try, Vivek babu, but he will come out of the bathroom and beat me again. I don't know if I can take another round. I will pass out, Vivek babu."
An idea came to me head. I withdrew my hand from her ass.
"Mummyji, can you pee?" I asked her. "Yes, I am serious. Pee. Soil the bed. That will stop the abuse while we have to clean up."
I could see Asin thinking. Even if she saw the merit in the idea, she was probably hesitant about urinating in front of me. She could also be punished for soiling the bed. In the end, however, her pain was too much and her self-respect too damaged -- so she went through with it.
I could see her butt clenching, and then her muscles near the end of her vagina tightening, before loosening completely. A splatter sound came, and then a trickle -- and then I saw the golden stream emerge from her cunt lips.
My mother-in-law was peeing on the bed. Lying face down, her legs tied to the back and hands to the front, the pee came out unobstructed, and wet everything nearby. There was pee on her legs, on her buttocks, and of course on the bed. There was now a huge wet spot between her legs on the mattress.
As she finished peeing, I heard Asin start to sob again. She had fallen to a new low in her own eyes, having to pee in front of her son-in-law. Almost immediately after, Bheem opened the bathroom door. He still hadn't put on clothes, and I could see his big lund was now flaccid.
"Master," I told him at once. "There is a problem."
Bheem narrowed his eyes and looked at me. He was also trying to place the new smell in the room. It reeked of urine.
"I am afraid you have beaten Mummyji a bit too much." I told him. "She has soiled the bed."
"WHAT?!!" His voice thundered, as he took a step towards the bed. "How could it be?"
"Sometimes it happens." I spoke fast, not giving him time to think. "When a lady is beaten a lot on her buttocks, and then she is ... fucked ... from behind, she can lose temporary bladder control. Especially if she's not used to it."
"FUCK." Bheem swore. "I should have gone easy on Aunty."
He seemed to make up his mind after a slight deliberation.
"Help me untie her." He said. "I am going to take her to the bathroom and clean her up."
Somewhat elated that my quickly thought out ad-hoc plan had worked, I untied Asin's legs while Bheem untied her hands. I saw that he was now saying soft, soothing and comforting words to her, trying to pacify the scared woman, to no avail.
We helped Asin to her feet. Bheem put an arm around her waist and put her own arm around his shoulders. Her big breasts bounced softly as she stood with his support.
"You. Cuckold." Bheem barked at me.
"Yes, Master?"
"Take the bedsheets and anything that is dirty down to the laundry place and clean it. And take the mattress out and put it in the yard. I want you to wipe it properly with water and disinfectant before putting it on the deck in the sun."
"Yes, Master."
I watched as Bheem took Asin to the washroom. The door was left open. I heard the shower start. Bheem was taking the soap in his hand and scrubbing my mother-in-law's body, taking particular care to soap up her breasts and her whipped buttocks. Asin was just standing there, the water drenching her body, completely allowing Bheem to do what he wanted with her.
I did a quick examination of the room. I didn't have much time, so I went through the desk. There were some papers there. I rummaged through carefully before I found something I was interested in. It was a schedule of the ship's journey.
We had been captured twelve days ago near the coast of Madras. By now we were near Nagapattinam, where the ship had met the corrupt naval officer. In another twelve days from now, they were scheduled to rendezvous with another ship that would be delivering the arms and take the money. This would be near the coast of Vedharanyam, further south. After that, they would wait in the area for two days, fishing (probably to throw off any pursuers), before turning towards Sri Lanka.
A plan began to form in my head. I knew when we had to plan our escape. My wife and my mother-in-law would have to hold out for another twelve days.
There were few other papers on the table that were completely in Tamil, so I didn't pay any attention to them. One piece had an interesting information -- the ship's name.
Madhumati.
I then heard a noise from the bathroom. I peeked in through the door to see them both in an over-sized tub, which I later found out was a jacuzzi. Asin was bent forward, the water striking her back as Bheem had shoved his huge erection in and out of Asin's asshole! She had her hands braced on the wall, and was moaning softly, uttering guttural sounds as Bheem pounded her anus.
"OOOOH YES! YES! YES! HARDER!"
I quickly gathered the dirty bedsheets and exited the room.
I wondered what would happen when my wife would join her mother as part of Bheem's harem.
