Indian Wife and the Sailors - Part 04

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I tried to sleep, but it was tough, knowing what was happening the room next door. Even around 3 in the morning, when my eyes suddenly opened, and I listened in, I heard another person come in to my wife's room.

I heard a zipper being pulled down.

SLAP!

"Be a good girl and open your mouth."

I heard my wife whimper, but she did as she was told.

A week had gone by and true to his word, Bheem had released Poonam back to the crew. This time, the crew did not do any taking of turns with her. They had all mutually decided, behind their captain's back, that Poonam was now going to be a free for all.

The next couple of days were days of pure torture for Poonam.

The men had their way with her all day and all night during their "breaks". Every other hour, they would come in, either alone or in pairs, and do as their heart pleased with my wife. I wasn't available in my room to hear the details, but I would know it later. Throughout the day, my wife was fucked hard, made to suck their dicks, her boobs were pinched and squeezed, her nipples were bitten and squeezed. She was spanked hard on her nice round ass.

And every night I would sit and listen. I was ashamed to admit that I wanked off a couple of times, listening to her moan or grunt. I could imagine her on the other side, naked and on her knees, as her paramour sprayed his seed all over her face, then ordered Poonam to keep it like that until it dried.

She was also being taken by the ass more often. Of all the men, Suraj loved to fuck her ass more than any of the other guys. Every time he would come in, I would hear Poonam tremble.

"Surajji. You are big." She would beg. "Please let me give you a blowjob. Or you can fuck my pussy."

SLAP!

"Turn around, bitch."

The men had almost stopped referring to her as "Bhabhi". Now she was exclusively called a bitch, slut or whore.

"Bend over, whore."

SPANK!

I heard Suraj spank her, and then as my wife started to cry he stopped. I heard him stroke her thighs as he pushed himself against her back. Then he just pushed his cock inside of her ass hole.

"AAAAH! Ungh!"

She cried out as he thrust his cock into her nether hole. He muttered something, and then spanked her butt again.

SPANK!

Suraj then pushed forward, filling my wife's shitter with his prick. Even though he wasn't the largest of the crew, but his cock must have felt enormous inside of her rectum, maybe because of the way she was doubled up. He shoved his thumb into her cunt, as he fucked her ass. Her ass hole, by now used to being fucked repeatedly, slid easily back and forth on his cock.

I heard my wife continue to sob as she was being raped by him. Suraj developed a mean streak whenever he fucked her ass, often slapping or spanking her more than usual. Yet, like all the men, he knew how to bring her to an orgasm.

Even as he continued to invade her butthole, his fingers continued rubbing her cunt. He was an expert and knew how to stroke her clit just right, to really bring her to the brink of an orgasm. Poonam must have hated the idea of cumming while he fucked her in the ass and stroked her clit, but I am sure she couldn't help it. She couldn't help feeling his fingers driving her crazy as they worked on her clit, and the feeling of his cock fucking away in her ass. Her body, being used to now repeated sex, started to betray her. Suraj soon had her close to an orgasm. He was aware of it, and he made his fingers speed up.

I heard her moans go higher and higher in intensity, even as I started to cum with my own stroking.

Then it happened. I heard my wife groan. I heard Suraj chuckle as he finished her off with his fingers, as he started fucking her ass more forcefully. In a few moments, he shot his load of cum into her ass, screwing his cock around as he emptied his balls into her sucking, milking rectum.

SPANK!

"You are a tasty woman, Poonam." He told her. "I am telling the boss every day we should keep you around for awhile, before we put you on the market. The men in Jaffna will love you."

I heard my wife beg him for mercy as he laughed cruelly.

I knew we desperately had to escape, but how?

* * *

A few days later -- on what was our twenty fourth day of being on the boat -- the exchange happened.

I had just finished going to the washroom, and Altaf was about to accompany me back to my room to lock me up. That's when Bheem's voice rang out, loud and clear, through the communication systems.

"Everyone, report on the deck." He said, in broken English, and then something in Tamil.

Altaf looked at me, and then ordered me not to move from my place, and then left. I was just outside the door of my room, so I looked on from the railing at what was happening below.

A small ship, in the cover of darkness, had docked beside our ship. Men from that ship were transferring lots of mid-sized boxes to our ship. They crew would lift them up and pass them to the men from our boat, who quickly took them to the storage below.

I understood what was happening. These were the guns and other weapons and ammunition. The transfer was being made, right under the noses of the Indian government, in Indian waters, in the cover of darkness. We would stay here for two days just to fool any observers, and then after two days our ship would sail towards Sri Lanka.

Suddenly Altaf was back beside me.

"Go to your room." He ordered.

I knew we had to escape TONIGHT. Somehow.

* * *

I stood with my ear to the door, listening. I had to know exactly what was going on. I was in my room, locked, for some time, when I had heard a commotion outside. It seemed half the ship was there.

"Kneel down, slut." I heard Bheem say.

'Slut' could only mean one person -- he was ordering my wife.

SLAP!

A couple of sharp slaps rang out. I heard Poonam whimper something as Bheem slapped her across the face.

"Open your mouth, slut." Bheem ordered. I heard nothing more. Poonam must have been on her knees, down on the floor. I am guessing she opened her mouth. Was Bheem going for another blow job?

I then heard a sound. It took me a moment to realize what it was.

A trickle. It was the noise of a stream. The trickle got louder as the amount of liquid increased.

Someone was peeing.

It took me another moment to realize that Bheem was urinating on my wife.

He continued to urinate for a full minute. Poonam remained sitting there, her mouth open, swallowing his pee.

I heard lots of hollering and cheering. With a groan, I realized now almost everyone was there. Just as always, Bheem was publicly humiliating Poonam.

I knew at that moment that my decision to try our escape tonight was the right one. Someone, I had to pull it off.

Then I heard Bheem again.

"Lalan. Altaf. You guys go ahead."

I heard the sounds of a zipper being opened and another dhoti being unfastened ... and then more trickling sounds.

Lalan and Altaf were now peeing on my wife.

"Stand up, slut." Bheem barked. My wife, naked, drenched with urine, stood up.

"Turn around." The captain ordered. "Hands on the railing. Bend over slightly. Bum out."

Then I heard him speak in Tamil to one of the guys. Whoever it was, I then heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled. Then I heard a swoosh sound. Bheem had taken a belt from someone, most likely Lalan, and must have doubled it up to use as a strap.

"You have been disrespectful ever since you came on board." Bheem told my wife. "It is time I taught you a proper lesson."

"I am sorry, Bheemji." My wife pleaded. "I have behaved really well since, Bheemji. Please have mercy."

I heard some murmur from the boys in Tamil. No doubt they felt differently. And then ...

WHIP!

"Oww!" My wife wailed.

WHIP!

"Oww! Bheemji, please have mercy on me."

"Take your hands away from your bum, slut!"

WHIP!

"Look how red her buttocks get, boss!" That was Suraj's voice. Others must have joined in now.

"Keep doing it, boss."

WHIP!

My wife was now crying loudly, as she was publicly whipped, again and again. Finally Bheem decided she had enough.

"Vikas. You take the slut with you. Give her a good bath, and then feel free to use her. You and the boys. Tonight is party night. Lalan and Suraj will be with me."

He said this in Hindi, since it was Vikas. Vikas was happy.

"Yes, boss. Too bad about Madhavan. He is stuck manning the bridge."

"Well," Bheem was in a generous mood. "Get him to join the party too. No need for anyone on the bridge. We are anchored near the shore and not going anywhere for two days. Get the rum and beer out from the hold -- I don't want anyone to be sober tomorrow!"

"YES, BOSS!"

I heard Poonam sob as someone -- most likely Vikas -- hauled her away, followed with the other men. Suraj and Lalan remained along with Bheem.

"Is it wise, boss, to have the men party and get drunk tonight?" Lalan asked Bheem. "We are still way close to the shore."

"You worry too much." Bheem said. He was in a jovial mood. "Let them enjoy. We have been working for this for a long time. This new arms shipment will significantly help our boys. We can actually go out and attack the Sinhalese outposts near Jaffna."

"I know, boss. But we are still in Indian waters."

"Relax! Tonight, we will ALL get drunk. You, me, Suraj. Let the boys enjoy Poonam. We will have our fun with Aunty. Come. I have some good quality whiskey in my cabinet."

And so saying, those men entered Bheem's room.

I stood there, listening to all of this. Everything had now fallen in place. Every one of the men would soon by occupied. They would be drunk. If we HAD to escape, it HAD to be tonight.

I had to wait though. I couldn't do anything immediately. First, let them get drunk. I listened intently on the wall on side of the captain's room.

LASH!

They were drinking, laughing, high fiving each other and taking turns in whipping Asin. Poor Asin. Blessed with such a magnificent ass, now reduced to be a whipping girl for this sadistic captain and his chamchas.

Then I heard Asin beg.

"Please, have mercy on me." She was begging. "I am doing whatever you are asking me to do."

"Aunty, you will have fun." Lalan said. "Tonight is party night. Our boss has said so."

"Listen, Aunty." Suraj added. "All this begging and whining and pleading is very off-putting. Let's make a deal."

"A deal?"

"We are men of honor. You suck our dicks and we won't whip you."

They started to laugh again. It was clear they had no intention of keeping their word, and that the alcohol had already started to take effect.

Soon I heard sounds. I knew very well what they were.

My mother-in-law was giving her tormentors a blowjob each

The first dick had been shoved roughly in her mouth. Fearing for a whipping, no doubt Asin must have started sucking it earnestly. It was Bheem's. Another dick was placed in her hand. Suraj. She started jacking it off. And then the third in her other hand. Lalan's. All big, robust dicks, stinking of sweat and urine. But Asin was experienced -- she had been doing this for the last twenty four days.

"Mmmmm." I heard her say. The guys were all swearing various insults or vulgar stuff.

"She has a nice ass, boss!" I heard Suraj say. "Round, creamy, smooth, not a blemish. It's like soft marble. I want to fuck that later."

"You will, Suraj." Bheem promised. "I know you are an ass man."

I heard more sounds, as the drunken blowjob continued.

Then I heard Bheem swore.

"FUCK! I am cumming, bitch."

There was a groan, as the captain started to cum in her mouth. Asin kept moaning and shivering as he started unloading his seed in her mouth.

"AHHHH!!!!" Bheem screamed as he bucked his hips hard, filling my mother-in-law's mouth.

"Okay, boss, my turn." Suraj said. "What a whore she is! Swallowing it!"

I listened for some time, until all the men had emptied their balls in Asin's mouth. I knew I still had to wait. They were drinking heavily now. Their speeches were slurred.

LASH!

I heard the whipping again. Asin was screaming and crying. The men couldn't have been very accurate with their belts when they were drunk. As she started to sob, I heard Bheem climb into the bed.

Now was the time, I decided. I had to get out.

I went to one of the boxes and took out a newspaper. I listened intently at the door. There was nothing to be heard -- there was no one around. I carefully unfolded the newspaper and pushed it carefully under the door until only a corner was left inside the room.

Now came the most challenging part. I took out the blunt butter knife, and I began to try and push the key out of the lock. I jiggled with it, twisted it and then suddenly it popped out, falling with a thud on the newspaper.

My heart beat fast. Escape was very near now! I began to pull the newspaper sheet back into the room again. This was the anxious part -- would the key slip under the door on the paper or not?

It did! I saw it coming and picked it up thankfully, and slipped it into the lock on my side of the door. I turned the key, and the lock slid back. Opening the door quietly I looked out. There was no one on the deck. I stepped out of the room -- my prison -- and then shut and locked the door, leaving the key in the lock. If anyone came by, they would see the key and think I was still inside.

I stood outside the captain's door and listened.

I heard the bed creak periodically. Someone was fucking Asin -- I didn't know who it was. The others were quiet. I decided to slip down to the hold to see what was happening with Poonam. I had to get to the bridge, but before that I wanted to be sure what everyone else was doing, and more importantly -- WHERE everyone was.

I tiptoed down the stairs quietly. It was very, very dark. It was one of those moonless nights and the sea was quiet. I could hardly see a few feet ahead of me. Most of the boat's lights were off, except some warning navigational lights to alert other ships.

I went down to the hold, and peered in.

There was a bed in the centre of the room. It was one of the old metal frames, with a metal headstand, and a poor old mattress thrown on it. Poonam was on the mattress, on top of the bed.

My wife's hands were tied together above her head with a strong rope which was then tied to the metal bed frame above her head. Her legs were spread apart and tied to the two bed posts of the other end of the bed with the same type of rope. Except for her mangalsutra, my wife was naked, of course. Poonam looked shocked, like a deer in headlights, and was looking at all the men in the room. Cum was flowing out of her pussy. It was clear that she had just being fucked, although I couldn't tell who the culprit was.

Everyone in the room was naked -- and half drunk. Altaf was standing to one side, but Vikas was by one side of the bed, and had one hand placed on my wife's right shoulder and was massaging it. His big member was getting flaccid, even as he stroked my wife. I saw some wetness on it. So, he must have fucked her just now. Sunny was on the other side of the bed, similarly naked, his penis coming to life, and his hand massaging one boob of hers.

Madhavan was standing to another side of the room, watching all of them. His cock too was flaccid, and I noticed some cum on it. So, he too had fucked my wife, and was now watching the rest of the festivities.

There were empty beer bottles rolling on the floor. All the men seemed to be at various levels of drunk. Madhavan was slurring his words. None of them looked steady on their feet.

I realized all the men on board at this moment were participating in a gangrape. Suraj, Lalan and Bheem were ravaging my mother-in-law upstairs, while the others were in the process of gangbanging my wife.

Suddenly Altaf took charge. No one would say anything to the big ox anyways. Altaf walked towards the headboard of the bed and placed his palm on the bed near Poonam's face. Seeing him walk up, Vikas and Sunny moved aside to make way for him. Poonam looked at him warily.

Altaf sat on the bed, to the left of Poonam.

"How are you feeling, Bhabhi?"

His voice was soft, and his manner delicate. He was teasing her, of course. He was going to be anything but delicate with my wife. Poonam looked up at him, confused, and very scared.

Altaf gently stroked her left cheek with his palm. My wife looked at him as if she was expecting some mercy from him. He kept on caressing her face.

SLAP!

Altaf slapped Poonam quite hard.

"You were asked a question, you slut. Answer me!"

"I am sorry, Altafji. I am so sorry."

SLAP!

Altaf slapped her harder.

Poonam remained silent but squirmed in pain.

SLAP!

"Next time I ask you a question, bitch, you answer quickly. Got it?"

Poonam nodded, her eyes now wide open. Madhavan had brought a new beer bottle and gave one to Altaf. He took a swig on it, and then downed the whole can in a few gulps. My wife watched him in terror.

"Altafji." She pleaded. "Why did you all tie me up? I will do whatever you ask me to do, Altafji."

"I will do whatever you ask me to do." Altaf repeated her, mocking her by saying the words in a high-pitched tone. Everyone else laughed.

Ataf then grabbed her by the chin. He put his hand on her mouth and started making shapes with my wife's lips. He first pressed them together, then pulled them apart with both parts. He then pulled her tongue out and pretended as if he's inspecting her teeth. He was going to explore every inch of her, it seemed.

"We have to inspect our sex slave well, don't we, brothers?" Altaf asked the rest of the gang, who laughed approvingly.

I slowly looked at everyone, one by one. They were all now inebriated from their alcohol, and still drinking. Slowly everyone was once again circling my wife, like jackals surround their prey.

Vikas put a hand to her left boob and started to tweak it. Sunny was pinching her right book, playing with her nipple. Altaf, still sitting by her side, was openly playing with her pussy, inserting a finger in and then taking it out, and repeating the act. Madhavan was now looking at all of the action and stroking himself. He was now fully hard and eyeing my wife hungrily.

"Why are you shutting your eyes, bitch." Altaf asked Poonam, seeing her close her eyes, resigned to her fate.

"I ... Altafji ..."

SLAP!

"Are you not enjoying what we are doing to you, you slut?"

"No, it's not like that, Altafji. I-"

SLAP!

"Aaaaah!"

Poonam suddenly moaned as Vikas twisted her nipples hard.

"You are nothing but a cheap whore." Altaf told her. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Altafji." Poonam agreed, probably hoping to avoid another slap. "I am a cheap whore and a slut."

SLAP!

Nevertheless, Altaf slapped my wife again.

SLAP!

He then inserted one finger, then another, inside her cunt, and then took it out.

"Brothers." Altaf announced, taking another beer can. "She's completely wet! And not just from Madhavan or Vikas's cum! She's leaking like a faucet!"

The others boisterously cheered him on.

"What do you think, Poonam? Shall I fuck you now?"

"Yes, Altafji."

SLAP!

Poonam was by now very scared, and there were tear drops at the corner of her eyes.

Suddenly, Altaf stood up.

"Everyone, back off." He ordered.

Vikas and Sunny stopped massaging Poonam's boobs, looked at each other and then at Altaf. Then they quietly withdraw their hands and stepped back.

"I will fuck her now." Altaf announced. "I want her cunt. Anyone has objections?"

Apparently, no one did. Altaf, completely naked, climbed up on the bed and straddled my wife.

"Hi Poonam. How are you?" He sweetly asked, while caressing my wife's left cheek with his right hand. She just looked at him puzzled and not sure what to say. Given that she had been stripped naked, tied to a bed, fucked by a couple of guys, and the guy sitting on top was asking her whether she was ok made it difficult to answer the question.

"I am OK, Altafji." My wife replied, probably remembering that she would get slapped if she didn't answer. "I can't wait for you to begin."

She got slapped nevertheless.

SLAP!

"Don't be coy with me, bitch." Altaf growled. "You are a slut and a cunt. Do you understand?"

"Y-y-yes, Altafji."

"Now, repeat after me. You are a slut and cunt. What are you?"

"I ... I ... I am a slut and a cunt."

"Good."

She got slapped regardless.

SLAP!

Altaf had been stroking his huge dick all the time while he had been talking (and slapping) my wife. It had now grown to enormous proportions. His dick was now touching Poonam's skin just above her groin now. She initially seemed to resist him a bit. But as her legs were spread apart and tied to the bed posts there was nothing much she could do.

"Ready bitch?" He taunted her.

Poonam looked up at him and then slowly nodded.

In single thrust, Altaf plunged his cock into my wife's cunt.

"Unngh!" Poonam cried out, as the brute began to bury into her. She couldn't say much for long now, as suddenly Madhavan, who was standing right near the top of the bed, grabbed her by the chin. He turned her head to one side, and then inserted his dick into her mouth.

"SUCK IT, BITCH!" He yelled at her.

It was an incredible sight. My wife was being fucked in both ends while being tied to the bed. As Altaf repeatedly penetrated her, she was moaning, but her sound was muffled by Madhavan's dick inside her mouth.

"Unghh! Unghh! Unghh!"

As everyone watched, the speed of the fucking picked up gradually at both ends. Now Altaf was fucking her in fast thrusts and Madhavan was moving her head rapidly. He held her head by the hair roughly with his right hand and would occasionally slap her or pinch her boobs with the other. Altaf's hands explored her body freely as he fucked her. Vikas and Sunny were sporting large arousals and were stroking their dicks as they waited their turn.

"Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh!"

In about twenty minutes, both Madhavan and Altaf exploded in her.

"AAAAAH! OH YES BITCH. TAKE IT!"

As their energy rapidly dissipated, Altaf took his dick out and slapped it lightly on Poonam's thighs. Her cunt was filled with cum and I could see huge drops on her thighs as well. I saw Madhavan pull out of her mouth, his now flaccid cock spraying some cum on her face, eyes, cheeks and lips. Poonam looked a mess, as Altaf and Madhavan drunkenly high fived each other.

Madhavan said now slapping Poonam hard. Her cheeks were red with all the slapping and had bits of dried cum now. She was crying, but no one paid any attention to her. As Madhavan and Altaf both stepped back, and slumped down on a couch, Sunny took their place, I quietly stepped back from the door.

I stood by the door, contemplating my next steps. These men were drunk, but they hadn't passed out yet. Neither had the captain and his comrades.

Almost immediately Poonam began to moan so I knew that the second round of fucking had begun in earnest. I even heard a slap. May be Sunny was now slapping her because she was not sucking to his liking. Then there was some quietness, and then I heard the bed start to creak.

Poonam was still moaning. Then she stopped moaning. Then I heard some screaming from her. I still didn't move. And then I heard her scream again, and then a groan from Sunny. He was now emptying his load inside her.

I sat down on the floor and spent the next half an hour listening to the sounds of my wife being ravaged by those drunk bastards. By my count, it was Altaf who fucked her the most number of times, followed by Vikas. It seemed the others were more content to get a blow job. The action seemed to be slowing down and the men were drinking more and more.

I knew I had to do it now. It was now or never. I had to take the chance.

I ran up, back to my room. I put the match in the alarm clock, poured the oil over the paper and wood filled boxes, and placed the clock properly. In a couple of hours, the "alarm" would go off and the match would be alight. Hopefully.

Then I stepped out again. I had to get to the bridge.

I heard Asin being whipped again as I passed the captain's room. I heard the guys talk. They were slurring now -- completely drunk and beating my mother-in-law mercilessly. I ran to the bridge. I had to be quick.

The door to the bridge was open. I quickly stepped in and switched on the lights.

There it was! The buttons that would lower the dinghy to the sea. I quickly remembered Asin's instructions and operated the buttons. My heart was beating ten thousand times faster than normal and adrenaline surged through my veins. What if someone heard the noise or the cranking of the motor as the dinghy was lowered? No matter, it was done now.

The dinghy had been lowered.

I turned around, ready to go.

Someone was standing there. Someone facing me with a menacing smile.

Altaf.

"I thought I ... heard ... something." He said, drunkenly slurring. He was standing there, his hands clenched into fists. And he was fully naked, not having the audacity to put on his clothes when he had run upstairs. "I knew someone was on the bridge when I saw the light on. And heard the motor."

I swore under my breath. I wonder who else knew I was up. Altaf took a stride towards me.

I guess there are times in your life when you do things based purely on adrenaline. You don't think about it, nor do you analyze it. You just do it.

I saw Altaf approach towards me and the cave man in me took over. The cave man, who know only two strategies in danger. Flight, or fight. And this was the time for fight.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall. And Altaf had a huge dick. That meant a huge target. And as a soccer player, I knew how to kick balls. I moved fast, and lashed out.

"OWWWW!" Altaf scream, clutching his nuts and going down. Since he was drunk, his movements were not coordinated at all and he fell heavily. I kicked out again.

"AAAGH!" He yelled.

I looked around, and my eyes fell on a fire extinguisher. I grabbed it.

"Why, you cuckold!" Altaf looked at me. Even while lying on the ground, clutching his balls, he began to menacingly grin. "I am going to kill you now, you cuckold. Then I will fuck your wife, and then I will kill your wife."

I swung.

BAM!

For every time he called me a cuckold, I swung.

BAM!

For each time he slapped Poonam, I swung.

BAM!

For all the times he had spanked Poonam, I swung.

BAM!

For every time he raped her, I swung.

BAM!

I kept swinging.

BAM!

Finally, out of breath, I stopped.

I looked around. There was blood EVERY where. It was clear Altaf wasn't going to cause any trouble any more.

"Well." I looked at the body lying still on the floor. "I guess you will have to find someone else tomorrow to clean up the mess here."

Then I placed the fire extinguisher on the floor.

"And I guess you might need this tomorrow too."

I ran. I had to move fast now. I ran down to the washroom.

Using the butter knife, I pried open the light switches and slashed away. Soon there was a loose connection there, and then I replaced the switch panel. Then I went to the storage area. I kicked open the cabinet that had the gas tanks and turned on the nozzles. Slightly.

My heart was beating fast now. Time was of the essence. Everything I wanted to do was done. Now I had to get the girls and escape.

Quickly I ran downstairs to where Poonam was being held.

When I entered the room again, it was quite the scene.

All the guys were passed out on the floor, completely drunk and unconscious. They were all naked, of course, and the cocks glistened with wetness. Of their own spunk, and of my wife's love juices. I then glanced at Poonam.

She was still tied to the bed, naked and spread eagled. Cum oozed out of her every orifice. She had dried cum on her face, on her lips, on her hair, on her thighs. Every time she moved, more cum flowed out of her pussy. Her cheeks were red, bearing the marks of the brutal way she had been continuously slapped. Her lower lip was cut, and bleeding. Her nipples were red and swollen, where they had been continuously pinched. Her thick pubic hair was matted and filled with dried cum. Her ass was crimson red, and every time she moved slightly, more gunk flowed out of her cunt and asshole.

I walked to the head of the bed and started to untie her hands. Poonam opened an eye and looked at me but said nothing.

"Darling." I bent down and whispered into her ears. "We are getting out of here."

Suddenly Poonam opened both of her eyes. She looked at me, dazed and first, and then understanding quickly filling her. She softly mouthed, "Really? How?"

"Leave it to me." I told her. I worked fast to untie her bonds. Poonam sat up in the bed, flexing her wrists and rubbing the skin where she had been tied. As she sat up, more and more cum streamed out of her holes. She used the back of her hand to wipe the dried cum near her lips and on her cheeks.

"Quick. Get up." I told her, untying her legs. "We don't have much time."

"I ... I need some clothes." Poonam stammered. "Is it possible?"

She had been naked for close to a month now.

I quickly looked around, and then grabbed a dhoti and a shirt that was lying around. Judging by the size, this was probably Altaf's.

"Come."

We ran upstairs. Or at least we tried to. Poonam was in no shape to run, so we had to walk slowly, even as I hurried her. With each step she took, more and more cum leaked out of her pussy. She was almost leaving a trail of cum as we made our escape. Even as I helped her by holding her by the waist, my hand was slipping due to the amount of cum on her body.

Once we were on the main deck, Poonam started to put on the shirt and the dhoti. It was a man's dress, but it would do for now.

"You wait here." I told her. "I am going to go grab your mother."

"OK." Poonam had no idea what I wanted to do, but she was in no shape to do anything else, so she was content to wait. I quickly ran upstairs. Everything depended on timing and luck now. I stood outside Bheem's door.

I heard no sound. They too must have passed out by now. Gently I pushed open the door.

The three men was all lying, dozing, in the room. Bheem was snoring loudly. He was lying on a chair -- the same chair I had been tied to when I was in his room. Asin was on the bed. Lalan was passed out on the couch, while Suraj was lying down on the floor.

Everyone was naked. Cum was everywhere.

Asin was lying on her tummy, her legs spread out. I could see cum on her thighs and in her pussy. Her buttocks were swollen red and covered with welts and bruises. These sick bastards had been whipping her for the last hour, beating her terribly and then fucking her. Elsewhere on her body I could see the marks of the lashing. On her back. On her side. On her legs. I saw that they had even whipped her on the side of her breasts.

I quickly put my hand over her mouth, and then poked her.

"Mummyji!" I hissed.

She woke up and was going to scream, but my hand on her mouth stifled her voice. She started to struggle, but then she saw it was me and quietened down.

"Mummyji." I told her, withdrawing my hand. "Come with me. Quickly. We are going to escape."

Immediately she perked up and got up. As she did so, more and more cum oozed out of her buttocks. It seemed that Lalan and Suraj had been fucking her in the ass a few times.

"Ouch! My gaand!" My poor mother-in-law moaned, as I held her by the waist and helped her to stand up. "Vivek babu! This time I again peed on the bed, but it didn't help! They continued to beat me up. Just look at my gaand!"

"We don't have time now, Mummyji. I need you to get dressed quickly." I quickly tossed her the yellow polka dress. "And come with me."

I could see Bheem start to stir. My heart skipped a beat -- he then opened his eyes!

"What the-" He started to say, but never got to finish it. I had raised my hand and moved it fast.

SLAP!

I had slapped Bheem!

His eyes opened wide, but he still couldn't fathom the happenings quickly -- there was a cloud of drunken stupor over his brain.

"You fucker." I told him. "You fucking fucker."

I slapped him again.

SLAP!

The two blows had clearly stunned him. I then winded back, and lashed out with my leg in a devastating kick aimed at his throat.

WHACK!

My foot connected with his throat, and Bheem started to chock. The force of the blow sent the chair toppling over backwards.

THUD!

There was a loud sound as the chair fell, and Bheem's head hit the floor hard. He lay there on the floor, thrown off heavily from the chair, the blow to the head rendering him unconscious.

"Come!" I told my mother-in-law. The other two men could wake up any time. "Hurry!"

Asin couldn't find her bra or panty, but there was no time. Quickly putting on the yellow dress, she followed me out of the room. She was still complaining about her gaand. I then turned and locked the captain's door with the key that had been inside. Looking out towards the sea, I winded up and then chucked the key straight into the waters of the Indian Ocean. My mother-in-law stood there, watching me.

"Wait here." I told her. "I have to do something."

I stepped into the small storeroom where I had been locked up every night for the last month. Quickly I grabbed the small bag that I had prepared.

"Come," I said to Asin, as I exited the storeroom. "Follow me."

We ran down to the main deck, where Poonam was waiting.

There was no time for a reunion with hugs and joyful embraces. We were pressed for time.

"I have lowered the dinghy into the water." I told the ladies. "Let's get the rope ladder in place."

It took us some time to unhook the rope ladder, untangle it properly, tie it firmly on the side and then swing it over.

"The dinghy's still tied to the moorings." I told the ladies. "But we have to climb down the rope ladder. Do you think you can do it?"

There was simply no choice.

In the middle of the night, in complete darkness, some how the three of us climbed down the rope ladder into the dinghy below. I went down first, so I could catch any of the girls if they slipped. Poonam came next, followed by her mother. As each of them were climbing, their rapist's semen continued to ooze out of their holes, onto their thighs and down below.

Once we were all on the dinghy, I quickly untied the moorings, and the dinghy was free of the trawler. Quickly I started to row towards the shore, as the girls were in no shape to help.

It was hard work. It was cold, and the breeze in the sea did not help anyone's mood. We were all wearing very little clothing. And I was the only one rowing, against the current. It was a stiff battle. I could see the shore, but the current was against us. It was quite the work out, but I still had some adrenaline left.

Nearly three and half hours later, the boat hit the beach. Landfall!

As we stepped out of the boat, I glanced back towards the sea. I could see the fishing trawler, small in the distance, that had been our prison for the last month. The beach was empty.

"I am sure there will be a main road somewhere ahead." I told the ladies. "If we can get to it hopefully we can flag down a car."

We did even better than that. We managed to stop a taxi who had been driving back to the town.

"I need you to take us to a hotel in the city." I told the driver, who started at us, wide eyed. "A good hotel too."

"Where are you coming from, sahib?"

I decided to make up a story.

"We were in a small yacht." I told him. "Our boat capsized. We barely managed to take an escape dinghy and make it to the shore. Now take us to a nice hotel where they may have some vacancy."

"Sahib. I will, Sahib." The guy nodded. "But, do you have money, Sahib."

I patted the bag that I was carrying. It had some of the cash I had stolen from Bheem's table.

"Yes. Now drive."

It was nearly 2 in the morning when we found a good hotel with vacancy. There was a suite available with two bedrooms. I paid for three nights. Once I had checked in, and the girls went to the room, I asked the receptionist where the phone was.

"I need to make some trunk calls." I told her. I was taken to the STD Booth and connected to an operator. I made two calls.

The first one was to Poonam's dad. I knew he must have been worried sick, so I fed him the same story we had decided on the ride here. Our yacht had hit a rock and capsized two weeks ago and we had taken refuge on a dinghy. Somehow we spent the next two weeks on the boat, and managed to make it back to the shore.

Poonam's dad was quiet. He was relieved we were OK. And Alive. He didn't ask any questions like how we survived the two weeks on the dinghy. How we had taken a piss or shit on the dinghy. I told him to take the train immediately to Vedharanyam Beach, and make his way to the Plaza Royal, where we were staying.

My second call was to a special hotline. As a reporter, I knew of this tipline where people, mostly Tamil insurgency informers, often called clandestinely to report on activities. I was connected to an officer and I gave him some information.

When I returned to the hotel suite, my mother-in-law made me have sex with Poonam.

"Don't just hold her comfortingly and be gentle with her." Asin told me. "Fuck her. If she's going to become pregnant as a result of all of this, she should also think your cum may have a chance of being the father."

"Yes, Mummyji. But don't you think she is still going to be recovering from her ... experience?"

"I have already spoken to her." Asin was stoic. "We have to be practical about this, Vivek babu."

Then she asked about her husband.

"Did you speak with Ajit? When is he coming here?"

"Tomorrow he will be here." I told her. "He was just leaving for government duty up north, but he has delayed it by a few days."

"Good." Asin replied. "Then when he gets here, I will ask him to fuck me tomorrow."

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Asin returned my look, and then shrugged.

"You never know, Vivek babu. You never know!"

* * *

It was not easy settling back home in Bombay, after our traumatic experience. We were back to our place in Bombay. Life had resumed ... somewhat normal, given our strange circumstances.

My father-in-law had to leave for government duty for two weeks, immediately after we returned to Bombay, so my mother-in-law was staying with us temporarily. It was a good thing I was a freelance reporter; I could take a few days off and help them adjust.

The ladies would take frequent showers. It took Poonam sometime to start getting used to clothes again- she would just wear a bra and panty and roam around the house, having a vacant stare. I would talk to both the ladies often throughout the day, trying to get them to open up to me, as some sort of therapy. Given the fact that I was there on the boat with them, had seem them both naked and helpless and being abused, made it easier for them to relate to me and for them to share with me. They talked -- a lot.

"The worst part for me," Poonam told us, "Was not the rape. Or the constant sex and abuse of my body. It was the slaps."

Poonam touched her cheek, as if reliving the slap. Asin rubbed her back to comfort her.

"There were so many times," Poonam confessed, "When I wanted to open that door, and run. And run and jump into the sea. And die. The only thing that kept me going was that I knew Vivek would find a way out for us."

She suddenly hugged me and pressed her lips to mine. We kissed -- and kissed for a long time.

"Here I was, already doing whatever they wanted me to -- and still they would slap me." Poonam said, after we stopped kissing. "It was an ultimate humiliation. They had no need to do that, yet they were doing it, just for their own fun. That's it -- fun. I was not a human being to them -- just a piece of meat."

"I wish that was the worst thing for me." Asin said. She touched the waistband of her pajama, and then looked at me.

"I will go, Mummyji." I moved to get up. Asin shushed me and motioned me to sit.

"I have nothing to hide from you, Vivek babu." She muttered softly. "Not any more."

She lowered her pajamas, and then rolled down her underwear.

It had been a week since our escape. And yet her ass still bore the marks of her lashing. I got up and touched her butt. Asin shuddered, but she didn't say anything.

Her smooth skin was interrupted by the bumps and swellings of the bruises where she had been lashed. I felt the skin where there were the lash marks. As both Poonam and I examined her butt, I couldn't help but think that despite the repeated raping and being the target of Bheem's occasional punishments, Pooam had gotten off slightly easier than Asin. Especially on our last night, Asin had been lashed and whipped mercilessly by three drunk sailors.

Asin pulled up her pants and sat down.

"I wish I could tell you that was the worst thing." She gave a wry smile. "My ass is already better now. I have been applying a cream -- hopefully soon my gaand will heal completely."

A thought struck me.

"Did Daddy see your butt?" I asked Asin.

"No." Asin grinned. "I had sex with him twice after our rescue. The first night when he reached our hotel night in Vedharanyam Beach. And then the first night back in Bombay. Both times I made sure it was completely dark. And I never let his hands go anywhere near my gaand."

There was a bit of silence. It should have felt eerie to be discussing my mother-in-law's sex life like that, but for some reason it didn't. Then Asin spoke again.

"The worst thing," She said, "Was how I was made drunk, and then made to have sex with you, Vivek babu. My own son-in-law. In front of my daughter. I knew Bheem would beat Poonam if I didn't, but still ... you were begging me not to do it, yet I still climbed on you, got you hard and then made you cum inside me."

"Well ..." I then gave her a hug. "Am I that bad a lover, Mummyji?"

For some time, no one spoke. Then Asin broke into a giggle, and Poonam burst out laughing.

We were slowly starting to heal. Asin returned to her house after a couple of days.

* * *

Another month later, we had no more doubts. Poonam was pregnant.

She was definitely late, having missed her period by almost a month. She also started to get headaches and a bout of nausea in the morning. We decided to schedule a visit with the doctor. The visit just confirmed what we had already suspected.

"Vivek! This is a miracle!" The doctor had clapped my back and was genuinely happy. "You had such a low sperm count that I was sure you could not do it the conventional way. I am so happy for you!"

When we got home, my wife broke down and cried. I tried to comfort her, but I wasn't successful. Eventually, over dinner, we got around to discussing the next step.

Poonam was against an abortion. She felt the child was a gift from God, and we should not kill it for no fault of its own. I tended to agree. If we weren't to have a child in the conventional manner, perhaps this child was a gift -- a reward due to the hardship we had suffered.

"Besides," I told her, "There is a small chance the child could be mine. I did do it to you a couple of times in the hotel after we had escaped, as well as on the yacht before we were captured!"

Poonam smiled through her tears.

"Oh, babydoll." She gushed, throwing her arms around and kissing me deeply. "My poor baby."

We held each other's hands and kissed again. We continued to kiss until I couldn't take it any more. Poonam realized this and put her hand on my pants. She unzipped me and inserted her fingers into my underwear.

"Darling." I croaked. "If you continue ..."

"Hush, babydoll." Poonam said, softly continuing to stroke my manhood and kiss me. I couldn't take it any more and erupted in her hand.

"My sweet baby." Poonam said, continuing to kiss me. "It's nice you think you have a chance of being the father ..."

She then raised her cum stained hand and grinned.

"Look at this. This is a low sperm count cum, darling. We know you are not the father, honey!"

Once she cleaned up, we tried to plan on what to do next.

"We have to tell everyone I am pregnant." Poonam said. "All our relatives know we are trying for some time, so it will be a good news."

"What if the baby is a dark baby?" I verbalized my fear.

Poonam shook her head.

"I have a feeling the baby will get my fair complexion." She said, somewhat confidently. "It is just a feeling I have."

"But ..." I persisted. "You don't know for sure."

Poonam pursed her lips.

"That is true." She admitted, and then smiled. "In that case we will blame your father, and my grandfather, as we decided earlier. Both of them are quite dark!"

"True." I agreed. "But not Sri Lankan Tamil dark."

"Well." Poonam shrugged. "That's the best excuse we can have. People might raise eyebrows, but no one will openly accuse us."

I looked at her belly and then rubbed it. Poonam placed her own hands over mine.

"Darling." She told me, softly. "I want you to know one thing. Whoever the real father of my child is, I want you to know that I will always consider this baby to be your child. As far as I am concerned, you are the dad."

"Thank you, honey."

I was silent, still absorbing the news and what it meant for her. Poonam noticed my silence.

"My dear sweetie pie." She said, her voice shaking and nervous. "Do you have an issue with accepting this child? Or accepting me? I am a fallen woman, you know."

I looked at her. Then leaned over and gave her a kiss. A prolonged kiss.

"Why should I ever have any issues in accepting my child?" I asked her. "And you a 'fallen woman'? Never say that, dear."

Poonam beamed. Then she stood up.

"My babydoll." She told me. "Do you feel like you can go for another round in the bedroom?"

* * *

That next day we called Poonam's parents over for lunch. Poonam's dad couldn't stay for long, since he had some audit to go to (it was tax season), so once lunch was done, and we were all seated on the sofa, Poonam broke the news.

"We are pregnant!" She beamed, smiling from ear to ear. "the doctor says I am almost one and half months into my first trimester!"

Ajit and Asin looked at each other. Then they both burst out with loud smiles. There were hugs and pats and congratulations exchanged all over. Ajit proudly clapped my back, saying I had finally done it.

After all the hullaballoo was done, and we sat back, I noticed that Poonam's parents were looking at each other and grinning. They were exchanging some sort of secret smiles.

"Poonam, Vivek." Ajit finally said. "We too have some good news to share."

"Oh, Ajit." I saw Asin blush. "This is embarrassing."

"Why is this embarrassing?" Ajit was in good humour. "What it shows is that I have still got it!"

Poonam and I looked at each other. What was going on?

"Mama. Daddy." Poonam finally asked. "You two are giggling like school children. What's going on?"

"Beti." Ajit grinned. "You mama's pregnant too."

"WHAT?!"

"I know. I know." Asin was blushing, and she was clearly embarrassed. "MY period's been irregular lately, coming and going as it pleased, and I thought I was close to hitting menopause and it was all done. I am forty-five after all!"

We both continued to look at her. Asin cleared her throat and continued.

"But I guess fate had different plans. This is embarrassing. Your father and I ... we thought ... I definitely couldn't get pregnant ... you know..."

Poonam squealed. "You guys weren't using protection! This is hilarious, mama!"

"Ooooh, now you are causing me to blush in front of my son-in-law!" Asin admitted. "Yes, we did it once before we started the cruise. And once your father reached our hotel. Both times -- no protection."

I looked at her.

Then I looked at Ajit.

Ajit was clearly happy. He had swallowed his wife's line about her not being aware of the timing of her periods, and therefore the pregnancy being a result of him having sex with her without protection, hook line and sinker. He had genuinely no doubt that he was the father.

"I remember! We ... er ... did it right before I dropped your mom in Goa. And then that night in Vedharanyam Beach-" Ajit started to say, and Asin hit his hand.

"Aw SHUTTUP Ajit. You are embarrassing me! I just said this!"

"Hell no, I am proud." Ajit beamed. "Just once. I did it just once before you guys set off. And back. And that was powerful enough to make magic happen."

As he spoke, I looked back at Asin. She talked with Poonam and exchanged due dates and other information, when she suddenly caught my eye.

For a moment, there was a brief pause. Then she continued with her talk.

Ajit then asked me if I had some wine.

"Let me say something. Well, the ladies cannot drink now, but we men can, eh Vivek?"

I poured him a glass and poured myself one too. I would need this!

"Here," Ajit raised his glass, "To our wives."

We all cheered. And then Ajit raised his glass again.

"And to the fathers."

I gulped.

* * *

As soon as Ajit left, and I had shut the door, Poonam turned to her mother.

Asin looked at her daughter, and then her own tummy, and then back at her daughter.

Simultaneously they both burst out crying, and then hugged each other.

I stood from afar, watching the ladies. They were lost in their own world. Both were continuously crying, their emotions getting the better of them. They were hugging each other, their arms around each other's waists. Sometimes they were wiping the tears from the cheeks. They were kissing each other. A lot. Comforting, soothing, wet kisses. Then they would cry again, and then wipe away the tears, and kiss again.

After some time, Asin let go of Poonam. She turned and looked at me.

"Come here, Vivek." She said, making space for me in the middle, right between them. "Sit with us."

"I don't want to interrupt your tenderly girly moment, Mummyji." I teased her.

"Well," Asin teased me back, "We know how much of a man you are, so we will forgive you. Come here."

I sat beside my mother-in-law, sandwiched between my wife and her. I slipped an arm around Asin's waist. She was wearing a sari, so my hand went on her bare waist. I hugged her close and kissed her on her cheeks.

My wife watched me with a smile. Then I looked at Poonam. And then back at my mother-in-law.

Then I hugged Asin's waist even tighter, pulled her closer to me, and pressed my lips onto hers. I don't know why I did that -- but for some reason I wanted to. And it felt like the right thing to do. My wife watched, first a little surprised, and then a wry smile on her lips, as I deep French kissed my mother-in-law. I continued to kiss her for a long time, and then finally withdrew.

"Oh, Vivek babu." Asin replied, wiping my saliva off her lips. Then she turned to her daughter. "My darling. You don't mind what he did, do you?"

Poonam shook her head.

"Mama. You know we three share one very intimate secret. And, what happened those three nights between you and Vivek in Bheem's room. If you ever feel the need, do ask me, and you can ... use ... Vivek any time."

For some time, no one spoke. We all thought back to those nights, almost two and half months ago. On that ship that was our prison.

"So," I turned to Asin, my arm still wrapped around her waist. "Are you sure you know who the father is? Could it be Ajit?"

Asin made a face.

"I mean ... it could be him. Unlike you, there's no problem with his sperm count."

"But ..." I pressed on, ignoring her gentle taunt.

"I am pretty sure it's Bheem." Asin stated. "The amount of times ... we ... did it ... I would be pretty surprised ... if it wasn't him. I mean, initially I was like a new toy for him. Every couple of hours he would come during the day and have his way with me. I wasn't someone ... I was a cunt. I existed to serve his cock. So ... yeah, I am pretty convinced Bheem is the father."

"Of course," Asin continued, "Lalan and Suraj fucked me later ... so they too could theoretically be in the list ... but that was almost three weeks after Bheem had started fucking me. So I am pretty positive I am carrying Bheem's child."

Then Asin put a hand on my pants, and softly stroked me my hardness.

"Vivek. If it wasn't for your known low sperm count, you would be in the list as well."

There was an uneasy silence, and then we all laughed.

"So, mama," Poonam asked her mom. "How do you feel about having Bheem's baby? Daddy has no clue. He thinks it's his."

"Yes, dear." Asin sighed. "And I have been slowly, almost subliminally, talking to your father about recessive genes."

"Recessive genes?"

"You know." Asin chuckled. "Genes I may have from my father, or from his side. Genes that will make me have a dark-skinned baby."

Both Poonam and Asin giggled.

"You know ..." Poonam said. "I have been taking the same tactic with my in-laws. Vivek's mother said she will make an extra prayer offering to ensure the baby is as gori chitti as me."

"Poonam. My baby." Once again Asin took her daughter's hands in hers and kissed them, and let them go. "Do you have an idea who your baby's father is?"

Poonam rubbed her tummy. For a moment a vacant look crossed her eyes, before she shook her head.

"No, mama. I mean, I know it most likely is NOT Vivek, with his low count and all. But in those four weeks ... ALL the men in the ship had me. Multiple times. Remember -- Bheem was not trying to get you pregnant, that just happened. With me -- they were on a mission. Make Mrs. Sharma pregnant -- that's what Bheem had ordered."

For a moment no one spoke. We all remembered those times. Then Poonam squeezed her mother's hand.

"Don't worry, mama. I am fine now."

I turned to my wife and held her hands.

"Do you have a suspicion, darling? Any hint as to who the father could be?"

Poonam made a face.

"I mean it could be anyone. But I ... think ... Altaf or Bheem would be most likely guy."

"Why Altaf?" Both Asin and I asked in unison. "Or Bheem in particular?"

"Well," Poonam paused, before continuing. "Altaf was the one who ... fucked me the most ... you know. All other guys would cum in me once during the night. The other times they were more interested in a blowjob or making me take it in the ass. Suraj LOVED to fuck my ass. But Altaf -- he dutifully kept fucking me in my pussy several times every night he was with me. And then every day he would come during the day time and fuck me. A couple of times at least. He had insatiable energy. And every time he produced so much cum ... so ya, it could be him."

Poonam stayed silent for a minute.

"Or," She then added. "It could be Bheem. I mean, the others had a head start, but in that third week I was his rakhel. He fucked me day and night, mama. Day and night. You know it. You saw it. Every time his cock twitched, he would impale my pussy with it. Every time he fucked me, he deposited his cum deep inside me, mama. And ... YOU KNOW ... that was my fertile week ... AND THAT WAS THE WEEK I was solely with him. So ya ... mama, we both could be carrying Bheem's babies. We were his co-sluts!"

Once again there was silence as we all absorbed this reality. I took both their hands in mine and stroked them to comfort them. Both the ladies gave me a kiss on either cheek.

"I just wonder," Poonam pondered after some time, "If Bheem and his men sometimes think of us. Or what they have done to us."

"I wonder if they know we are pregnant." Asin mused. "What would Bheem do if he found out I am carrying his child. Or that you possibly are."

"Well," Poonam shrugged. "We will never know where they are now, or what happened to them."

I cleared my throat.

"Er ... I know."

Both the ladies looked at me.

"Wait here." I told them.

I went to my den and searched through my cabinet. I then picked up a newspaper that I had bought on the second day when we left our hotel in Vedharanyam Beach. I turned it to the second page, and then showed it to the girls.

"Read this." I told Asin, pointing at an article. "There's even a picture. I am sure you can recognize the ship."

Asin read it, and then, wide-eyed with surprise, passed it on to Poonam. Poonam read it as well, and then whistled.

"My goodness." She exclaimed. "Vivek. This ... how long have you known?"

The article described how the Indian coast guard and Indian navy had responded to a fishing trawler named Madhumati on fire, heavily capsized, near the coast of Vedharanyam Beach. When they attempted to rescue the ship, the fishermen fired on them. The navy fired back and stormed the ship. All the crew of the ship were arrested alive, some with injuries. The authorities had discovered a huge amount of guns, bombs, drugs and other illicit goods on the ship. They suspected the "fishermen" to have ties to the Tamil insurgency in Sri Lanka and were investigating further.

However, two men from the ship had managed to escape. The newspaper reported the missing men's names as Bheem and Suraj.

"Do you remember the phone call I made, right after we had checked in at the hotel? I went downstairs and made a phone call?" I asked.

"I remember that." Asin replied. "I remember getting angry at you too ... like WHAT phone call you had to make, leaving us alone in the hotel room."

"Yes. The first phone call was to Ajit. I wanted Poonam's dad to know and come down there. But the second call was the phone call I made to the police tip line. I knew the Tamil authorities there in Tamil Nadu were on the constant lookout for those terrorists, so they had a tip line set up. I called them and told them that a particular fishing trawler called Madhumati was transporting illicit goods, and they could catch it. When they asked me how to quickly identify that ship, I told them it was the one that would be on fire."

Both the ladies were now staring at me.

"And how," Poonam asked, "Did you know it would be on fire?"

"Because I was the one who set it on fire." I told them. "The last evening, before we escaped on the dinghy, remember? Everyone was busy. Bheem, Lalan and Suraj were busy fucking Mummy. And you, Poonam, had been turned over to the rest of the boys for a celebratory gangbang. Every man on the ship was busy. Except me -- and they thought I was locked up."

"And what did I do?" I grinned as I recalled my bravery. "It had been days in planning. First, I went to the storeroom where they kept the extra gas cylinders and turned them on to leak gas. Very slowly, nothing that would alert anyone. Besides, it was in the store room down below. Second, I went to the common washroom and shower area, and unscrewed a couple of light switches. I had stolen a butter knife from the kitchen sometime ago. I used that as the screw. Once the switches were open, I cut the wires a bit so they were frayed and had loose contact. This meant whenever the switch would be pressed, there would be sparks. Then I replaced the switch panel."

"Finally," I said, "I used an alarm clock I had stolen. I dismantled it during the nights I was locked up and used the apparatus to make sure a match would be struck in my storeroom, about 2 hours after we had left. And that match would fall on the floor that I had soaked with cooking oil. So even if the gas didn't catch fire, this would."

I also told them about how I had pulverized Altaf with the fire extinguisher, and then slapped and kicked Bheem on the night of our escape.

There was absolute silence once I had finished. Then both the ladies jumped on me.

I don't know who began first. The memory is still a bit hazy to me. One minute I was describing what I had done. The rapt attention of the ladies -- and their admiration in how bravely I had avenged their dishonouring and their rape, and proved my manhood by destroying that ship and those men -- was clearly visible in their sparkling eyes. The next minute they were all over me. Kissing me. Hugging me. Stroking me. Squeezing me.

Soon I found myself on the sofa. Seated. In between them. Mother and daughter. My mother-in-law on one side and my wife on the other. As I sat down, sandwiched between them, each slid her body closer to mine.

Asin decided to take the lead. She took my face in her soft hands and began a sensual assault on my lips. Warm and wet kisses covered me, as her tongue began a slow but sure invasion of my mouth. Meanwhile Poonam began to unbutton my shirt. I didn't even know whose smooth hands were on my chest -- caressing, softly massaging. My arms wrapped around Asin's waist as I began to respond to her kisses.

Meanwhile my shirt was fully open now. Poonam's hands reached my waist as she unbuckled my belt, unhooked the top button of my pants and slowly pulled the zipper down to its lowest point.

With Asin continuing to kiss me and hug me, my wife slipped her hand into my underwear, found my already rigid and thick cock and, pulling it free from my shorts, lowered her face to my pubic hairs and inhaled my cock into her mouth.

I immediately felt the pressure of my wife's tongue up and down my shaft as I lay back on the couch and allowed myself to enjoy the total pleasures of the ministrations of the mother and daughter. Asin's tongue was searching out mine with a constant rhythm, while Poonam maintained a steady up and down movement along my shaft.

Asin and Poonam switched places regularly as one of them continued to suck my tongue while the other sucked my cock. Clothes were also coming off -- pretty soon the three of us were completely naked, writhing in each other's arms on the sofa.

It was Asin who said at one point, "Let's move this to the bedroom."

As she texted her husband that she was spending the night at her daughter's, we were all running to the bedroom. Naked. Giddy.

I fucked Asin first, as Poonam watched enviously.

Somehow, I knew I would fuck my mother-in-law first. As soon as we entered the bedroom and climbed into bed, I wrapped my arms around her. I was already hard and she was already wet. It didn't take long before my cock was going in and out of her. I wish I could tell you that I lasted long, but I wasn't Bheem or Altaf. Pretty soon I felt the need to cum.

"I am cumming." I told her. Asin, smiling a beautiful smile, kissed me and told me it was OK. She had her legs wrapped around my hips and was pulling me as deep into her as she could. I must have put a bucket load of cum in her, because it started squirting out of her even as I kept pumping the remaining of my load into her. She was lost in ecstasy, kissing me and thanking me and telling me how much she loved me.

Then after a half an hour's break, during which the three of us just lay on the bed and played with each other's naughty bits, I turned and fucked Poonam.

Twenty minutes of her and her mom playing with my cock had made it swollen and turgid again. She wrapped my arms around me and laid down on the bed, her legs spread apart, her pussy inviting me in. I got on top of her and positioned my cock to right at the entrance of her hole. In a trice I slid it in and she closed her eyes, murmuring to herself.

"Oh, baby. I love you so much." She was saying. "I need you inside of me, baby. Cum in me, babes."

We kept going at it. Soon I got to my edge and then erupted in her, shooting thick wads of cum inside of her. My balls were drained.

I guess I realized why Bheem and others could do what they did. Sometimes you don't need any medicine or pill. The situation -- the context -- the setting is enough.

Much to my surprise, in about half an hour, I was ready to go again. And so were the ladies.

* * *

As the months ticked by, Poonam's belly grew bigger and bigger, as did Asin's. The two ladies were always together, giggling and smiling. They were more like sisters than mother and daughter, and they went to yoga classes and pregnancy classes and doctor's appointments -- all together all the time.

That evening when we had the threesome had acted as a type of closure for all of us. We finally put the almost month-long ordeal of being hostages behind us and started to look forward to parenthood. The way the boat had been sunk and the men captured (all except Bheem and Suraj) had enabled the girls to move on from the incident and heal any scars.

Poonam was now always cheerful and smiling, and always ready for sex. Since she had started to get bigger, I just do it from behind in a doggy position, or I finger her and then she finishes me with a blowjob.

As for Asin, she had made it very clear that she wanted to go back to a mother-in-law and son-in-law relationship with me, so no more sex with her, let alone threesomes. Yet she sometimes gave in to my pestering and allowed me to make out with her on the couch, always under Poonam's strict observation, of course. She even allowed me to fondle her boobs one time, on the pretext of me checking out how big they had gotten.

My father-in-law was clueless, of course.

Asin's water broke right on her due date. Ajit had rushed her to the hospital and she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy they named Sanjay. After having three daughters, the youngest of which was Poonam, Ajit was delighted to be now the father of a son.

"They are so lucky." Poonam told me, as we were visiting. "My baby brother Sanjay is not dark. Not at all. He is fair like me or mama. Maybe he is Daddy's kid after all."

I shook my head. I had noticed one thing about Sanjay. His eyes were dark brown. Yes -- he was Bheem's son all right. I remembered Bheem's brown eyes. The same eyes that baby Sanjay now had.