Two days later, around the evening time, I was scrubbing one of the railings on the second deck, when I heard a commotion coming from the deck below -- the main deck. Altaf was with me and craned his neck to look. It was just about half an hour to sunset and a cool breeze was blowing from the Indian Ocean.
It was my wife Poonam.
She was naked, of course. Poonam was on her knees on the floor of the deck, her hair tied up in the back and held in a firm grip by Bheem. His dhoti was on the ground at his feet, and she had his cock in her mouth. My wife was giving him a blowjob.
And surrounding them were the rest of the crew. All of them were relaxing on deck chairs, watching the show. I saw Lalan, Suraj, Vivek and Sunny. I didn't see Madhavan -- he must have been on the bridge. And Altaf was watching with me from the upper deck.
Bheem held Poonam's hair in his fist, pulling her head up and down on his erection.
"Yeah, that's good, raandi. Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm loving it, Mrs. Sharma!"
Poonam's head was bobbing as she sucked Bheem in and out of her mouth.
"Oh, you're good! Keep that up, now. Oh, yeah. Now, listen, you little slut, I'm getting ready to cum and I want you to swallow every drop of it. Do you understand, Mrs. Sharma?"
My poor wife looked up at Bheem and quickly nodded. Within seconds, Bheem began to push his meat even deeper into my wife's hungry mouth. He was cumming, and cumming big! I could see Poonam's throat working as she swallowed his ejaculate. A glob escaped her lips and ran down her chin, dropping from there to her swaying breast. When Bheem was done coming in her mouth, Poonam knelt, caught some of the cum on her finger and sucked her finger clean.
"OOOOH, that was good, Mrs. Sharma. The boys have taught you well!"
I had stopped what I was doing to see.
"Keep scrubbing!" Altaf growled at me, even though like me he too was watching the show on the lower deck.
"Yes, of course." I mumbled, wetting the sponge in the bucket and started to wipe the railing on this deck, even my eyes were on what was happening below us.
Bheem stooped to pull up his dhoti. He never seemed to wear underwear. Both times I had seen him get my wife Poonam to give him a blowjob, he had simply pulled his dhoti down, and his giant cock had sprung out. And both times Poonam had been humiliated in public, forced to give him a blowjob and suck him dry in front of the whole crew.
Poonam remained on the deck, kneeling, naked. The cool sunshine of the setting sun reflected of the sweat on her naked body, and on the drops of white cum still clinging to her cheeks and breast. Despite her effort, she hadn't managed to take in the whole load in her mouth, so there had been some spillage. I could see the tip of my wife's nipples -- they were firm and erect.
"Sunny!" Bheem yelled. "Get me some rope."
"Yes, boss." Immediately Sunny got up from his chair and rushed off somewhere. He returned a couple of minutes later with a rope and a knife.
I continued to scrub the railings, going towards the front of the upper deck. I was now directly above Bheem. I wondered what he wanted with the rope. I soon got my answer.
Once his dhoti was up, Bheem fashioned a simple noose in the rope, and without ceremony dropped it over Poonam's head, and drew it tight around her neck.
"You had better come with me, Poonam." He barked at her. "The sun is setting, and I don't want my slut to catch a cold."
"Yes, Bheemji." My wife demurely answered.
Ready to leave now, Bheem gave the rope a sharp tug to bring my wife to heel at his side. With that he led my helpless wife, stripped, humbled and ashamed, from the deck. The rest of his men followed along close behind. I could only watch in shock as my wife was led away naked at the end of a rope around her neck like a female prize captured by ancient slave traders.
"Where is he taking her?" I asked Altaf, as I finished the railings.
"It's his turn with your wife for a week now." Altaf told me. "But I guess he wants to give the boys a show before Poonam will be off limits for a week."
"Are they going to his room now?"
I could see Altaf was torn between his desire to get me to finish the cleaning job, and to see what Bheem wanted to do with my wife. In the end, his voyeurism won out.
"This way." He said. "The lower deck is shielded with a canopy here. I think everyone wants to have some fun. Poor Madhavan, he is stuck in the bridge, steering the ship."
I followed Altaf to the front of the deck and looked down.
As I watched from the upper deck, I saw Bheem lead Poonam into the middle of lower deck. There was a small canopy, and some lounge chairs there. Bheem told my wife to kneel there in the middle of the area. He left the noose of his makeshift leash around her neck. The rest of the gang members relaxed on the chairs. They were not bashful about staring at my naked and humiliated wife.
"I wonder why Bheem is not fucking her." Altaf said out loud. "She's a fine piece of ass, your wife. When she sucks your lund, she's like a vaccum, and when she is being fucked, she is so tight! Especially her ass!"
This lowly crook was describing my own wife to me in such crude terms, and all I could do is nod. I knew he and Vikas had shared Poonam last night.
"I think your boss is quite taken by my mother-in-law." I said, as I surveyed the area. "He has left my wife for you guys just for this."
Altaf turned to me.
"It is because your wife has disrespected Bheem on the first day." He said as a matter of fact. "By the time we let you go, your missus will be regretting that little fact forever."
With that ominous threat, he turned back to watch the goings on down below.
After a few minutes, Bheem tossed Poonam a sofa cushion.
"Here, Mrs. Sharma! Sit on this."
Gratefully Poonam sat on the soft pillow, bringing her knees in front of her so she could lock her arms around her shins.
"No, no, slut!" Bheem roared. "Spread your legs. Show us that pussy!"
I could see Poonam blush a vivid red, but she did as she was ordered to. Rocking backward to support herself on her elbows, she parted her feet to widen her knees and expose her sex. Grateful as she was to be off her sore knees and the hard floor, she was humiliated to sit in a room full of men ogling her most private parts as if she was some kind of sex trophy. It must have been unsettling for her to lay on the floor with her legs spread, and a rope around her neck, as if she was captive female flesh offered for sale in some illicit Middle Eastern slave market.
She didn't have to stay this way for long.
Soon Bheem stood up and took off his shirt. And then he dropped his dhoti, so that he was now fully naked, in front of all his men.
Again.
I could see his cock was now rock hard.
Again.
Before Poonam could even comprehend what was going on, Vikas and Sunny had her pinned down on the deck floor. Poonam was on her back, looking up, her hands held together by Vikas and Sunny.
"Spread your legs, raandi." Bheem ordered.
"Bheemji." My wife begged. "Not in front of everyone. Please take me to your room."
She still had a few morsels of dignity left.
Bheem laughed.
SLAP!
SLAP!
Bheem slapped her, across the face, and then struck her again with the back of his hand.
Then, in a split second, Bheem stepped forward, lowered himself over my wife and rammed his thick member straight up her cunt. Poonam cried out in pain. Bheem no doubt had the largest cock of the men, and I wondered how much he was stretching my wife's hole.
I watched (as did everyone else) as all the fat on the captain's body, from his puffy cheeks to his multiple chins to his ample stomach covered by the shirt, jiggled in the same rhythm as my wife's tits as he started fucking Poonam like a dog in heat. As she lay there, her hands pinned down by Vikas and Sunny, Bheem put both of his hands on her boobs and stepped up the pace.
"Gently. Bheemji. Please." My wife begged. "You are sooo big, Bheemji."
SLAP!
Her pleading was met with a sharp slap across her face.
SLAP!
The others were now watching, some of them rubbing their own cocks. I could also see the attitude of my wife changing. Vikas and Sunny had relaxed their hold on her arms, because they didn't need to hold her down any more. The size and girth of Bheem's dick was probably playing on Poonam's mind as he repeatedly pumped into her. Slowly her cries were changing to moans of pleasure. I saw Bheem's ass jiggle as he repeated ploughed into her.
With each stroke, she seemed to become a more than a willing participant in her rape. Poonam pretty much seemed to have embraced the situation. Her legs were parted and in the air. I saw her slowly wrap them around Bheem's back. She pulled him in, grunting in the process.
"See boss!" Vikas told his captain. "This slut loves it."
Bheem didn't respond. He kept pummeling my wife's cunt with intense concentration, staring straight into her eyes. Poonam stared back noticing the beads of sweat forming on his face. She was now groaning and grunting, in apparent delight, at the fast-paced fucking. I could sense a wave of pleasure forming inside her. I knew she was about to have an orgasm.
"Harder! Bheemji! Harder!" I heard her coaxing the captain.
Bheem complied. His ample tummy jiggled over my wife's flat stomach as he started fucking Poonam even harder.
"AAAAAAH! YESSSS!"
Poonam cried out as the first wave of an orgasm hit her. Bheem responded by grunting and started bucking his hips even harder. It was too much for him. As we all watched, he squeezed my wife's tits hard, making her cry out in pain. Then his hips started to buckle and jerk. He was now cumming, emptying his load inside my wife.
The two were making some really loud obscene noises as the rest of the crew watched in fascination. Finally, both stopped shaking as Bheem emptied the last of his load in her.
Bheem bent down and kissed Poonam clumsily. I think Poonam was overcome with orgasmic ecstasy, since I saw her kiss him back passionately. As everyone watched, the two kept on kissing and Bheem was playing with her tits, his cock still inside her.
Bheem suddenly withdrew his cock from inside her and stood up, the action making a loud, wet noise as his member came out.
"Boss, how much did you cum inside her? She is still leaking!" Vikas was amazed at the cum still flowing out of Poonam as she lay there on the deck.
Suddenly Altaf poked me in the shoulder.
We had both been watching the action, oblivious to everything else.
"Time for you to be locked up." Altaf said. "Go to the washroom, and then go to your room. Don't take longer than five minutes."
"Yes, Altafji."
* * *
I stood with my ear to the wall, listening. Asin was already inside the captain's bedroom, of course, sitting on a now cleaned mattress with fresh sheets. Soon her daughter -- my wife -- would join her in the captain's harem.
The door suddenly opened, and then shut again. Poonam had been put inside the room, and then the door shut behind her, and locked. The captain would join them later.
For a second there was absolute silence. And then mother and daughter rushed to hug and greet each other. This was the first time they were seeing each other in two weeks.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"Oh, my beti. Oh, my beti." Asin was saying repeatedly, as she hugged and kissed her daughter on her cheeks. "Oh, my poor beti."
"Oh, my mama." Poonam replied. "Mama. How are you, my dear mama? You don't look so well."
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
I heard the two ladies hug and kiss for a while.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"Oh, Poonam, you are completely naked, beti." Asin said. "And you are ... leaking ... beti."
"I ... I have been nanga -- naked -- ever since that day, mama." Poonam answered. "And yes, I am leaking."
She gave a wry laugh.
"I was just fucked by the captain and two of his men on the deck, mama. They took care to deposit their cum up my choot. So of course, mama, I am leaking."
Asin didn't say anything, but I heard her take out some tissue. She told Poonam to sit on a chair and spread her legs. I guess she was cleaning her daughter up. Poonam, normally such a shy woman, remained sitting there, her legs spread apart, as her mother wiped her pussy.
"Shall I get one of Bheems shirts for you?" I heard Asin ask my wife.
"Um ... let it be, mama." Poonam answered. "Bheem has ordered me to remain naked throughout my time here, so I don't want to antagonize him any further. If I wear a shirt, I don't want him to get angry and then slap me again. At least you get to wear your dress when you are ... by yourself. I am to remain naked like a bitch. I have become a whore, mama. The only difference is -- I am not getting paid."
"Come." Asin told her, trying to comfort her. "At least sit on the bed. I will cover you with a blanket, even if you are naked. Come."
I heard the bed creak as both ladies sat on it. And then my wife broke down. She started to cry and sob, placing her head on my mother-in-law's shoulders and just bawling her eyes out.
"Oh mama! Oh mama! What hell have we become stuck in! Oh mama!"
"There, there." Asin tried to comfort her. "Just have patience, Poonam. Your husband is working on a plan. He said we will have a chance to escape soon. He didn't tell me anything else. You have to trust your fate, Poonam."
"My fate!" Poonam wailed. "Mama, these men! They are having sex with me without using any protection at all. No condoms. Nothing. I am being fucked bareback all the time. Every one of them."
"My poor daughter!" Asin thought for just a second, and then asked, "So, beti, how long do you think it will be safe, before ...?"
Poonam replied immediately. It was clear she had done the period math.
"I should have been safe for two weeks. But after that ... I mean ... from yesterday, and then now ..."
Her voice trailed off. She didn't need to elaborate. We were not to be released from this 'prison' for two months. So now, as those men would continue to have their way with her, along with their boss, Poonam would be ripe and fertile. And even then, it was just a game of chance. There was no way anyone could guarantee the period math. She could be pregnant already. Or she would be this week.
"They all take care to deposit their seed way deep." Poonam told her mother, in between her sobs. "All of them. When they are not fucking my ass, they take care to ensure I am fully taking their jizz in. They stay in until they are completely dry."
"There. There." Asin was comforting her. I could picture her holding my naked wife in her arms and softly stroking her hair with her hand. "Have patience, beti. Tell me everything that has happened to you."
Poonam started telling her mother everything. She began with the first night with Suraj, and then followed it all the way until she recounted what had just happened on the deck.
"Every day, mama." Poonam wailed. "Every day I am raped at least eight to ten times, mama. At least four to five times between the two men in the night, mama. Two blowjobs, and then two proper fucks. Those are long and hard fucks, mama. Unlike your damad Vivek, these men fuck me long and hard, mama. And they are all large and well hung too. And then during the day, those two men would visit again two to three times each. And of course, Altaf."
"Altaf?" Asin asked, surprised. "I thought these guys had their turns with you."
"Altaf just comes and fucks me in the day whenever he wants to, mama." Poonam said. "Bheem doesn't know. And none of the other men will tell on him."
Now I knew why Altaf disappeared from time to time! He was busy fucking my wife. And those were the times I had taken the opportunity to steal some stuff.
"You know, mama." Poonam continued. "As I said, Vivek is not as big as these guys. He also doesn't last long. So ... I am not used to this, mama. My poor pussy's sore ... and it's stretched so much."
Again, there was some silence as Asin comforted her daughter.
"OK mama. Enough about me. What about you?" Poonam asked her mother.
It was Asin's turn to recount her experiences. By the time she was done, Poonam was horrified.
"Oh mama. Oh mama." She was repeatedly hugging and kissing her mother. I could hear the sounds made as she pressed her lips on to her mother's cheeks.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"If it wasn't for Vivek babu, I had no doubt I would have fainted the other day." Asin was saying.
"Vivek? What about him?"
Asin then told her about how I had saved her the other day.
"You urinated in front of my husband?" Poonam asked, surprised.
And then they both burst out in laughter.
I stood there, hearing them laugh, and thinking it was so unnatural, and yet, for a moment, they saw the hilarious side of a dark situation. Yet this brief moment of calm wouldn't last soon, I knew. Soon Bheem would enter the room.
I began to think of the escape plan. The last couple of days I had been fine tuning it, so I now had a fairly good idea. I had told Asin that I would attempt an escape, just to boost her morale, but I had also not shared any details, lest she divulge it to Bheem by accident. Besides, there were so many things that could go wrong.
I had dismantled the alarm clock, removed the bell, and with a fair bit of tinkering, I managed it so that I could use it as a timer to strike a match. I could attach a match to one of the mechanical levers, wind up the spring (i.e. "set" the alarm) that the match would hopefully start moving when the "alarm" went off. If I firmly placed the setup next to the match box, the match would hopefully light up.
I could use the cooking oil and spread it on the boxes and the newspapers. Once the match was hopefully alight, it would set the oil on fire. Which would in turn hopefully burn those newspapers and wooden blocks.
At the same time if I timed it right, I could go to the deck below where the extra gas tanks were, open the nozzles slowly so that the gas would leak (albeit very gradually). Most of it would escape into the air but some would coagulate in the lower decks. Using the butter knife I could pry open some of the light switches, and ensure there was a loose connection. So when someone would switch on the light, sparks would fly, and hopefully ignite the gas.
I just realized there was a lot of "hopefully" in those sentences. Of course, it was all conjecture at this point, but if I did it, it would be a good distraction while we escaped. And how would we get to the bridge, lower the dinghy and then get on it without anyone catching us was another puzzle I hadn't solved yet. I had a vague idea, but nothing concrete.
Suddenly I heard the door open. It was Bheem. He was early tonight.
I heard both the women rush to prostrate at his feet and kiss his feet. It was evident that Asin had taught Poonam on what to expect. Bheem seemed pleased.
"I can see you have instructed her. Good." He said, as he bent down and patted both the women on their buttocks. Then he snapped his fingers and both ladies stood up, straight, waiting for their master's next action.
"Aunty." He told Asin. "I want you to go sit down on that couch. You can keep your clothes on. For the next couple of hours I don't need anything to do with you. I am going to train your daughter now, just like I have trained you."
There was an ominous tone in his voice, but Asin didn't argue. She went and took her seat. Bheem then turned his attention to my wife.
"My dear Mrs. Sharma. When a farmer gets a new horse, he has to break it in. Train it. You are my new horse. I am going to break you in now."
What happened in the next couple of hours is indescribable in its brutality, but I will make an attempt nevertheless. Bheem systematically destroyed any sense of self worth Poonam might have had, so that by the end of it she was a mere sex doll, responding to each of his wishes on demand.
He started by tying her to the bed, face down. Poonam was naked, her buttocks up, her face down, hands and legs tied to each of the bed corners, so she was spread eagled and helpless. Bheem took out a belt, doubled it up, and then started to whip her.
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
Asin watched, tears forming in her eyes, but helpless to help. I am adding these details from what I heard from her later.
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
As he whipped her, Bheem was telling her that she was a whore and it was time she stopped the pretense of being a respectable married woman, and just accept the fact that she had become a whore.
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
"You belong to me now, not your husband." He told her repeatedly as he swung the belt again and again.
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
Poonam was crying loudly, sobbing and wailing. She had never been subject to this type of brutality before.
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
Then Bheem stopped and untied her. Poonam was probably surprised when he began untie the ropes that bound her. She probably thought that was it. Her buttocks were now covered with red welts and marks of her whipping.
Yet Bheem then turned her over, so she was lying on her back on the bed. Poonam cried out as the bedsheet touched her sore buttocks where she had just been beaten. Bheem then tied her hands back to the posts. Then Asian and Poonam watched, horrified, as Bheem grabbed her ankles, one in each hand and forced her legs up and then pushed them forward so that her ankles were on each side of her head, then he used the ropes that were still attached to her ankles to secure the ankles together behind her neck, forcing her to remain in the grotesquely vulgar position. My wife realized in horror that her raw pussy was now available to his gaze as well as being elevated for his easy use.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
He slapped her a few times. And then he picked up the belt again.
LASH!
LASH!
LASH!
Once again after a few hard beatings, Poonam was bitterly crying and begging for mercy. Asin was crying too. It was torture for her to watch.
Bheem then stood over my wife, watching her, while rubbing his cock. By this time, he was fully naked. I then heard the bed screech. He probably got on the bed. Without any further words, he mounted my wife and drove his cock balls deep into her.
"Ungh!" Poonam cried out as Bheem pushed his huge hardness deep into her.
Asin could only watch as this man started to fuck her daughter in front of her. She was helpless to intervene. On the other side of the wall, I too heard the rape and felt the rage, yet the helplessness. What could I do?
The bed was creaking as Bheem fucked her hard and long. Poonam was quiet now, not saying a word, except for the occasional grunts as Bheem stroked deep into her. Then I heard the bed shake as he started to ejaculate into my wife's womb.
He must take some medicine, I realized. They all must. No one can recover so soon and do it so many times a night.
I was a little bit worried. Poonam was so silent. Even while the other men had raped her in the other room, she used to participate. Here ... she was so passive.
Asin told me later that Poonam's body had been rocked by a massive and sudden orgasm as Bheem was raping her. This was a sensation that she had difficulty comprehending. In spite of her fears, she was confused and humiliated about the way she had been tied and raped, and then her orgasm left such a bitter-sweet sensation. She hated her body for betraying her and she hated Bheem for what he was doing to her but in some deep almost animalistic manner she realized that she had mixed emotions. The combined fear, pain and then her unexpected orgasm was almost overwhelming. Hence, she had been silent.
Bheem then untied Poonam and then turned to Asin.
"Come here, Aunty. And take off your clothes."
It would be a long night for Poonam and Asin. He had Poonam suck him until he was hard, and then he fucked Asin. After that, he had Asin clean his cock and suck him until he was fully hard, and then he fucked Poonam. Each fucking session was long and steamy. Bheem had a huge cock and he knew what to do with it. Despite their misgivings, both women, however reluctantly, had multiple orgasms. He made the daughter watch as he drove into the mother, causing her to yell his name loudly and beg for his cum. Then he made the mother watch as he took the daughter, treating her like a slut and making her forget about her husband as she took Bheem's name, again and again.
After this marathon session, Bheem lay in the middle of the bed with a slut on each side. An arm around each of their necks pulled them close to him, and each cooperated by pressing her soft feminine body against his flank. Each of them competed to play with his dick and stroke his balls. Both tried to kiss him and arouse him. Bheem once again fucked Asin first, and then Poonam. Finally they all dozed off, curled together in a tangle of limbs, exhausted.
* * *
A couple of days later, I had just finished the breakfast duties. I had helped Vikas in the kitchen, and then served the men, and then took three trays up to Bheem's room and then come back down again.
There were no taunts from the men except some smirking about what Bheem was doing to my wife. They all seemed a bit on edge. Understandable -- since they had all suddenly lost access to a readily open pussy for a week. They seemed to resent Bheem a bit because he now had two women at his beck and call in the room, yet Bheem maintained a tight ship. No one would dare speak out against him.
The ladies had been with Bheem for two whole days now. Every night I would listen as Bheem would have threesomes with my wife and my mother-in-law.
Suddenly Bheem came down to breakfast.
"Hey cuckold!" He called out to me. "Bring me my food."
"Yes, Master."
I brought him his plate filled with bread and eggs. He took it with a grunt, and then turned to me.
"After you clean the washrooms, come up to the bridge. It needs a proper scrubbing, and no one has cleaned it for days."
"Yes, Master."
Internally, I was elated. I was finally going to the Bridge! I HAD to take a long look and commit every detail to memory.
After a couple of hours, when the washrooms were all cleaned, I took some cleaning supplies and headed up to the bridge. The bridge was on deck three (the deck above the captain's room, and the top most deck) and in the front part of the ship. I climbed a set of stairs and then pushed open the door to the bridge.
I almost dropped the pail and mop I was carrying.
On one chair, Lalan was seated with a naked Asin on his lap, her back to him. His enormous dark cock was clearly seen penetrating her cunt, as his large fingers manipulated her clit. My mother-in-law's eyes were closed, and she was softly but ecstatically moaning.
I pulled my eyes away from Asin, only to see Poonam sitting opposite her between the Suraj and Bheem. Bheem his hand in her crotch, while Surah was energetically sucking on a nipple which had hardened into quite a mouthful. Poonam was watching her mother intently as she wriggled her pussy against Bheem's invading fingers.
Bheem saw me and ordered me to start mopping the floor. I wanted to do it quickly and get out of here, but I also knew I had to do it slowly and take in every detail of the bridge. I concentrated on both of these two tasks.
Yet it was impossible to ignore Asin and Lalan becoming increasingly vocal as they built towards a simultaneous climax. Asin, especially, was totally uninhibited, shouting out, "Oh dear ... what a cock! WHAT A COCK! OOOOOOH! HARDER! PUSH INTO ME! HARDER! AAAAAAAAH!!"
Just before they reached a climax, I saw Poonam spread her legs wider, and pulled Bheem round to between them. She undid the dhoti he was wearing, and his impressive cock was ready. The captain wasted no time in slamming it to the hilt in my wife's willing pussy, still with his dhoti round his ankles. Within minutes, her cries were competing with her mother's, urging Bheem to go "deeper ... deeper ... deeper!"
At this point, I could see Lalan's legs tense as he started to cum deep in my mother-in-law's unprotected womb. I stared in fascination at the sight. As their passions subsided, Suraj stood up. He pulled Asin to her feet.
Suraj and Asin stood and French-kissed for a few minutes, even as cum-trails were clearly leaking down her leg. Then Suraj pushed her down to kneel in front of him so that she could suck on his cock for a while.
But he clearly did not want to cum in her mouth. He turned her round to kneel over the bench, and slammed into her cunt from behind, and very soon they were going at it like rabbits, unconcerned about the rest. Round about this time, I could see Bheem's buttocks tense as he started to shoot his seed into my wife's evidently very willing pussy.
Both the women's eyes were so glazed that I was sure they hadn't even noticed that I was there. By this time I had done mopping the floor.
Asin and Poonam extracted themselves from their partners and sat next to each other with their legs splayed obscenely open. Their pussies gaped and leaked copious amounts of semen.
"Oh dear, what a mess." Bheem laughed. "And the cuckold has just so nicely mopped the floor. We need to get these two bitches cleaned up before they drip everywhere else."
The men laughed. Then the captain turned to me.
"Cuckold." He said. "Go get a basin of warm water and some soap and towels and do your bit by cleaning up those pussies."
"Yes, Master."
I heard both the ladies giggling. I don't know why they were giggling! But then I guess Poonam felt sorry for me, so she said, "Don't worry. I need to go for a piss anyway, and I can then clean myself."
But Bheem would have none of this. He saw another chance to humiliate all of us.
"Cuckold!" He ordered. "Get a bucket as well for them to piss into as well."
A few minutes later, I was back. I placed the bucket in front of Poonam, and she moved to squat over it. I tried to move back, but Bheem put a foot on my backside, to keep me almost peering into the bucket as Poonam's flood of piss poured in. When she was done, I had to kneel between her legs and wash all the piss and cum away. Then I had to dry her by patting with the towel. During all this time, she moaned softly in pleasure, and then lay back with a satisfied sigh as I finished.
The performance was repeated with Asin, except that now I had to sit on the deck with the bucket between my legs, and my hands holding the bucket as my mother-in-law peed unendingly. This was the second time she was peeing in front of me. Some of her urine in fact splashed out on to me, although I'm not sure anyone noticed.
After I had rinsed out the bucket and basin, I was told to start preparing lunch, which allowed me at last to escape the bridge.
* * *
Another couple of days later, after a hard day's work, I was ready to go to my room. Each of these days I had been called to the bridge to clean and mop and dust, and each of those days I had to watch as Lalan, Suraj and Bheem -- the senior leadership -- took turns with my wife and mother-in-law. And after they were done, I had to help the ladies urinate, and then clean up after. The only good thing was that I now had a good idea of the bridge, and where the various controls were.
All I needed was to talk to my mother-in-law, who had an idea of ships, to figure out how to lower the dinghy to the water when I would need to. I got that chance tonight.
It was 9pm, I had done my washroom, and then Altaf took me upstairs. This time, instead of taking me to my room, he knocked on the captain's door.
"Come in." Bheem said.
I was surprised. Why was I going in there?
I was to find out. I was made to sit on a chair, as Asin, Poonam, and Bheem watched. All three were fully naked. Bheem's cock was hard, and he had an arm around each of the ladies, playing with their buttocks. There were cum trails on my mother-in-law Asin's legs. It was clear that she had just been fucked. And from the way she was having trouble standing, it was clear she had been fucked pretty hard.
Altaf then tied my hands to the back of the chair. Even as he was tying me up, I noticed that both the ladies were writhing their bodies, grinding against the captain. My wife rubbed his cock a few times.
I was now tied up completely on the chair, immobile, even if my legs were free.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Wait, cuckold. You will find out." Bheem replied cryptically. He pinched my wife on her buttocks, and she giggled like a schoolgirl hanging out with her crush. He pinched her ass again. Poonam squealed with apparent delight.
Once Altaf was done tying me up, he bade his captain goodbye and left, shutting the door behind him. I noticed a couple of glasses on the shelf nearby, along with a whiskey bottle. I looked at the girls again. My suspicion was confirmed. Bheem had been plying them with alcohol.
"Poonam." Bheem ordered. "Go take off your husband's pants. And his underwear."
Poonam giggled again, and then came forward. She caught the buckle of my belt. As she leaned in, she looked at me and said, very softly, almost in a whisper, "Darling. Please cooperate."
She bent down and completely pulled my pants to my ankles, and then whipped down my underwear to my ankles. I was now exposed, naked from the waist down, tied to the chair. Even as she stripped me, my wife kept whispering to me, "Please, baby. Cooperate. For our sake."
Once she was done, my wife turned around to go back to Bheem. As she had her back to me, my glance fell on her ass. Her big, beautiful, smooth, bubble-butt ass. What I saw shocked me.
Covering her whole ass was lash marks, bruises and welts. It was evident that she had been whipped, and possible caned, along with getting a thorough spanking. Bheem had done it carefully, in a way that there would be no permanent damage or marking, but it must have been extremely painful.
Bheem had put on some soul music, and Asin was gently swaying to it. More cum fell down her legs from her pussy. As Poonam returned to our captor, he poured out another glass of whiskey for her and gave it to her. As I watched, my wife downed the whole glass in a few gulps. Then he turned and spanked my mother-in-law on her buttocks.
SPANK!
"Tonight." Bheem turned towards me. "You will fuck your mother-in-law. I will fuck your wife."
I stared at him in horror. Then I looked at Asin. She gave me a wry, sad smile.
"Go to the cuckold." Bheem ordered my mother-in-law.
"Yes, Bheemji."
My mother-in-law, drunk, walked over to me. She stood next to me, bent down and kissed the nape of my neck.
"Mummy!" I hissed back at her, surprised. "What are you doing?"
"Shhh." Asin put a finger to her lips. She then bent down and wrapped her dainty fingers around my cock.
"Cooperate, Vivek babu." She whispered to me. "And this brute will spare my daughter another severe beating on her poor gaand."
As my mother-in-law continued to stroke me, I watched the action on the bed.
"I want your ass, bitch." Bheem barked at my wife. "Turn around."
"My ... ass?" Poonam shivered. "Are you going to cane me again, Bheemji?"
Bheem roared with laughter, and then raised a hand.
SLAP!
"Look at my cock, bitch. It wants your butt."
Poonam stared at Bheem's giant dick. It was clear that she was afraid of it and that he'd hurt her with it. Again. Despite being taken in the ass so frequently these last few days, she has still not become used to it. Bheem walked up to her, closed his hand over her shoulder and forced her to turn around.
"Come on, bitch. Just bend over the bed. Just get your head down and keep your ass up high in the air, and I'll do the rest. Yeah, that's good. Just like that."
He fondled her tight round ass cheeks. Poonam trembled as his hands caressed her on her bruised butt. She was bent all the way over, her hair dragging on the mattress, her palms supporting her weight. She moved her legs apart a bit more. He was going to fuck her bruised ass, and there was nothing she could do about it. The alcohol was helping her numb the feeling.
"You have perfect ass cheeks, Mrs. Sharma." Bheem told her. "You mother has a bigger ass, but not as perfect as this. Your gaand is firm."
He spread my wife's ass cheeks apart, to look at her crack. Buried in the center, deep between the full mounds of her ass, was the tightly puckered ring of her ass hole. My wife's pink ass ring was still virginal looking, despite the fact that everyone on the ship had butt fucked her.
Bheem continued stroking her ass awhile, delighting at the texture of her skin. He squeezed and kneaded her ass cheeks until she stopped whimpering with pain and started moving her ass in response. He then spit on his palms a few times and lubed up his hard cock.
"Hold still, honey." He ordered her.
My mother-in-law continued to stroke me as I watched.
Bheem pulled my wife's ass cheeks apart with his hand, and continued to spit down her ass hole. His cock was swollen stiff, like iron, in anticipation of my wife's juicy little shitter. After spitting some more on his palm, he decided he had sufficient lubrication.
"Okay, Mrs. Sharma, here we come."
He pressed his cock-knob against her pink ass hole. My wife groaned, but she didn't move. He pushed forward, grunting as he watched his cock head squeeze inside of her tight ass.
"Oh yes! Yeah, baby, yeah! Just hold it like that. That's good, Mrs. Sharma. Feel it now? Yeah, you do, huh? Well here comes the rest of it." Bheem was now babbling as he fucked his monstrous cock all the way into my wife.
Poonam moaned as his cock spread her shit tube. Her head shook from side to side, as he fucked the full length of his cock up her ass. Then she began whimpering, and he became annoyed.
"I don't like it when a slut complains." He told her, taking hold of her hair, pulling her head back. Then he rammed his cock back into her ass, as he bent her neck backwards.
"Don't cry, Mrs. Sharma. I don't like it when you cry."
Poonam couldn't help it, of course. She sobbed and gasped, as his cock fucked deep inside of her ass, and pleaded with him to pull it out.
"Oh God! Please take it out, Bheemji! You are too big! It hurts too much."
Bheem just laughed at her and continued to rape her.
I was getting hard, watching all of this, but I had to talk to Asin.
"Mummy." I whispered at her. "I need to talk to you about the bridge."
Asin looked at me, and then nodded. She shook her head, trying to clear off some of the drunken stupor. Then she just lifted one leg over me and straddled me.
"Ummmph!" She cried out, as my cock buried into her wet and slimy pussy.
I tried not to feel disgusted. I felt wetness on my manhood as I ploughed into my mother-in-law's pussy, wetness that I knew was another man's cum. As she started to grind against me, more cum leaked out of her and only my thighs. To divert my mind off the fact that I was ACTUALLY FUCKING MY MOTHER-IN-LAW, I asked Asin about the dinghy controls.
Meanwhile, on the bed, my wife had stopped sobbing and begging and held still, while Bheem slowly fucked his cock in and out of her butt. She wanted to please him. Even though he was raping her ass, she still wanted to please him, afraid of the consequences if she didn't. Bheem grunted with satisfaction as my wife's ass hole tightened around his ramming prick. He deliberately kept the pace slow, no doubt taking pleasure in his act and not wanting to end it too quickly.
"The dinghy controls," Asin told me, "Are on the starboard side panel."
Even though her words were slurring, she started to describe what I needed to look for. She was whispering into my ear, even though Bheem was too engrossed in what he was doing to pay us any attention.
Back on the bed, I could see that Poonam had realized by now that by making soft moaning noises, tightening her ass hole and grinding back against him, it gave Bheem more pleasure. Poonam wanted to bring him off as fast as she could to put an end to the seemingly endless pounding of his thick prick in her tight ass hole. She began tightening and relaxing her ass ring around his thick, sliding cock shaft. We all could tell by the noises that he was making that she was moving him along to the finish.
Suddenly Bheem roared, ramming his cock deep into my wife's ass as he started to cum. His jism spurted out of his cock, into her ass guts. Wad after wad of hot cum boiled out of his balls. No doubt Poonam now felt his hot cum-load splashing inside of her shitter. She made gurgling sounds, as he pumped away in her ass.
Suddenly I saw Poonam start to tremble and shake. It was clear -- she was having an orgasm too. She clearly hadn't wanted to, but she couldn't help it. Her body was responding to the fucking in her ass. She rolled her hips around, as her ass hole tightened on his cock.
"AAAAAAAAAH!" She was screaming. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
Bheem squeezed her ass cheeks with his hands, as he rammed her ass again and again. Then he suddenly pulled his cock out of her ass and pushed her forward. She fell, sprawling onto the bed, moaning. Then she felt Bheem climb onto the bed near her. When she opened her eyes, she saw his cock only inches from her face.
"Come on slut, clean it up. Get it in your mouth."
"Please, I ..."
SLAP!
"I said get it in your mouth!"
My wife wrinkled her nose at his smelly prick. She was reluctant to take it in her mouth, given that it was just inside her rectum, but she knew she had to do it if she didn't want another beating. Poonam opened her mouth and Bheem shoved his cock forward. His prick pushed between her lips and over her tongue. He grinned as he stroked her hair.
"Nice, nice, Mrs. Sharma. Come on now and suck all of the stuff off."
Poonam made a face, but obediently started to suck and lick at Bheem's monster cock. Finally Bheem felt he had enough, so he pulled his cock out of her mouth and made her work on his balls. He had her suck his balls until they glistened with her saliva.
I was getting quite hard as well. Even as we finished discussing the bridge controls, Asin was getting quite animated as she continued to slide up and down on my cock. Her own pussy was now wet with her juices, let alone Bheem's cum, and I knew I could erupt inside her anytime.
"Mummyji, please stop." I begged her. I did not want to ejaculate inside my own mother-in-law. The fact that I was inside her pussy was bad enough.
"Shhhh. It's OK, Vivek babu."
Asin stopped grinding, drunkenly wrapping her arms around my neck and then completely kissing me on the lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Poonam look at us, sad and hurt. She didn't have too much time to dwell on us, as Bheem's cock was getting hard again. He must be taking some medicine, I thought.
Before long he shoved his prick inside of my wife's mouth again. This time, he hung over her, to fuck her face. He pulled over a pillow and shoved it under her head.
"Just keep your mouth open, Mrs. Sharma, and let me do the fucking!" He told Poonam. "I am going to train you nicely. When we get to Jaffna, you will make a nice present to our dear leader. Maybe he will even take you as a wife."
Bheem chuckled as he fucked her mouth with a steady rhythm. His words were ominous. We were not going to be released any time soon.
This time around, Bheem didn't last long. As he climaxed, he made a croaking sound as he shot his cum-load down my wife's throat. He pulled back to let her swallow some of his cum, and then he shoved it back into her mouth again.
"You are a doll, Mrs. Sharma, and you suck like a dream." He complimented my poor wife, who was nearly chocking on he amount of cum in her mouth. "Come on, suck it cunt! Suck that cock!"
I couldn't hold it any more. With Asin drunkenly grinding against me, I exploded inside her, shooting my cum straight up her love tunnel. Bheem was right -- while he fucked me wife, I had fucked my mother-in-law.
* * *
The next two days and nights were similar to that day. I would work hard all day, slaving all over. During my time on the bridge I would take careful note of all the controls. By now, I felt I could lower the dinghy using the controls Asin had described if I had to.
The problem was that there was no opportunity. During the day everyone was out and about. During the night there were always two people on the bridge at all time, now that Poonam wasn't there to provide comfort to one of them.
Then, after a hard days work, I would be taken to Bheem's room and tied down like that first night. And then my mother-in-law would be all over me, drunk, while Bheem bonked my poor, drunk and beaten wife on the bed.
I would watch as Bheem's hand slid on my wife's leg and up her body and then between her thighs. I would watch them kiss as Asin would slowly stroke my cock. She would get me nice and hard as I admired the intimacy between Bheem and Poonam. I would see how well he now has gotten to know my wife's body. As Asin would straddle me, and rub up and down on me, my mind was focused on how well Poonam was responding to Bheem, and how her lips pressed eagerly against his. I would wonder if it was fear -- or lust -- that she felt for him and his big cock.
As my mother-in-law would bring me near the edge, I would watch Bheem and Poonam make passionate love. I would look at the tender way she ran her hand through his hair, or her fingers pressing into the flesh of his ass, urging him deeper inside her. I would stare at the rhythmic thrusting as he made love to my wife.
"Oh, Vivek babu." A completely drunk Asin would be grinding against me, urging me to cum. I would try to hold on, focusing on the scene on the bed.
Bheem would be pounding my wife's pussy a little faster now. I could hear her moaning for him between their sensual tongue kisses. Even as Asin whispered nonsensically in my ears, I would hear Poonam whimper and practically beg Bheem to fuck her harder and deeper.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! Bheemji!" She would say. "Your cock feels so good inside me, Bheemji! I want your cum inside me."
Bheem's mouth would break into a grin. He's going to fill her.
Again.
I would watch as he buried himself in my wife and filled her full of his potent cum. And then I would erupt inside my mother-in-law.
This couldn't go on, I realize. Soon, we would have to attempt our escape. Or die trying.
