African Pirates – Journey into Sex Slavery by gaggedKitty23

The perfect paradise cruise had turned into a nightmare. That was all Scott and Amy could think as the African pirates rounded people up. The pleasure yacht had had nearly one hundred people on board, but all were equally helpless now. The pirates had launched their surprise raid just after dawn, riding the ocean waves on their sleek skiffs. Before anyone could raise an alarm, the armed militiamen were on the ship. It had happened so fast!Scott tried to think as he clutched his wife protectively. This had been Scott and Amy’s 1-year-anniversary pleasure trip, a cruise around the continent of Africa. It was supposed to be the perfect, idyllic adventure — almost like a second honeymoon. And now only uncertainty gripped him. Terror shone in Amy’s pretty blue eyes. Scott wished he could provide some real comfort, but he knew that any words he might say would ring hollow.

The sun rose higher, casting a beautiful ball of fire on the horizon, which Scott and Amy and the other passengers could hardly appreciate given their current crisis.

“What are they going to do with us?” Amy whispered. Scott glanced at his beautiful young wife. Amy was blonde, 25 years-old, tall and slender with large, firm breasts and a gorgeous, tanned body. Her flawless face looked up at him desperately as he put his arm around her waist.

“SSSHHH, sweetie. We’ll figure a way out of this.” He glanced at his wife’s diamond ring. Maybe if they bribed the pirates, they would let them go. Hope began to flare like an ember not quite dead in the ashes.

Amy’s younger sister, Jennifer, had also come along for the ride, hoping to find a young handsome man to hook up with. Jennifer stood a little ways off from them, still in shock. She stood biting her lip, fidgeting constantly. The sexy young brunette was just 18-years-old, her breasts smaller than Amy’s but perfectly sculpted and firm. She was slender too, and shorter than her older sister. Her face was more delicate than Amy’s, giving Jennifer an especially innocent look topped with that cute, button-like nose.

Scott whispered to Amy. “It looks like they’ve only taken a portion of us up to the deck. They’re keeping the rest of the passengers below.”

“What do you think it means?” Amy asked.

“I don’t know.” Scott shuddered, sure he didn’t want to find out.

Close to 40 people stood on the deck of the yacht now, all young men and women. The women were beautiful and most of the men were fit and handsome. Scott had to believe that this wasn’t sheer coincidence. He counted 15 soldiers on the deck and he knew there were at least 10-15 more below.

The leader of the African pirates was a handsome, huge, and muscular Somali with an angular face. His eyes shone with arrogance and cruelty. It made Scott shiver. All of the pirates wore army fatigues. The only difference was the badge of honors on the pirate leader’s breast.

The pirate leader strode forward, surveying the milling, terrified passengers.

“Hello American tourists. I am General Khari. I wish to welcome you to the coasts of Africa,” he shouted. “You have trespassed in our waters and for that you will pay a heavy price!” The big man spread his hands in mock apology. “If you cooperate fully, who knows, perhaps you may live to tell the tale. If you do not….” He let the sentence hang with deadly promise. “Well, if you do not I will not hesitate to kill you or throw you over the side of this ship.”

He whispered something to a man beside him. Scott listened carefully and thought he caught the man’s name. Imari.

The man named Imari seemed to be this pirate General’s second-in-command. He was shorter and stockier than his boss, his face marred by scars on his forehead and chin. He was ugly, but his muscles were impressive and his eyes held a certain charisma. Imari made a gesture to some of the militiamen, who quickly formed a line in front of the frightened tourists. They aimed their weapons.

“Now, you will all obey me. You are my American sex slaves now…nothing more. The sooner you understand this the better. Let us begin. Take off your clothes. Now!” The General’s words left all of the young American men and women totally dumbfounded at first. Yet with the prodding of assault rifles and pistols pointed directly at them the captives quickly obeyed, tossing aside everything – shirts, pants, underwear, socks, and shoes.

Soon Amy and Scott stood totally naked, shame painting their cheeks. Poor Jennifer looked so embarrassed, crossing her arms over her exposed breasts. She walked over to Amy, huddling beside her sister for comfort.

“Very good!” the general boomed. “Now I have always wanted to be a porn star director, and this will be my debut film,” he laughed. Scott was aware of cameras being set up on the deck, and his jaw nearly hit the floor.

“Each of you will pick a partner to fuck. I want you all to make a good fuck show for the cameras. Go ahead now. Pair up with someone.”

Scott couldn’t believe this! He shuddered, nodding at Amy, who had tears in her eyes.

“It’s okay, sweetie. We’ll get through this.”

The General’s man, Imari, came all along the line of tourists and gestured with his pistol.

“Come on, hurry up cunts. Find a male partner.” He pointed his pistol at Jennifer, who turned ghost-white.

“Have you not picked a cock to fuck yet? Stupid bitch, you want me to shoot you?” He aimed the weapon at Jennifer’s exposed sex.

“No please don’t hurt her,” Amy cried out. Jennifer quickly grabbed the arm of a fit-looking man with sandy hair and dark eyes. He looked like a surfer, and as Jennifer came up to him he quietly introduced himself as Mark.

There was a pause as all of the tourists found a partner except for three girls. There wasn’t gender parity.

“You three. You can sit over here and watch for now,” the General said magnanimously. He then proceeded to give detailed orders for how his little ‘porn video’ would play out.

“Now, all of the men will lie down. The women will suck their cocks and get those cocks nice and hard. Then you sluts will mount your appointed shafts and fuck them like sex-hungry porn stars. I want you busting your cunts so hard you feel those cock-heads hitting your cervix. I want you to fuck those cocks like your lives depend on it, little cunts. Do you hear me?” Khari roared. There was a pause.

“Males, you will not cum inside your partner’s sex until I give permission. All right. Begin!”

Scott lay on the deck of the ship feeling sick at what was happening to them. He looked down as Amy knelt between his legs, her fingers grasping his cock, which already had sprung to life. Scott was an Olympic skier who had a very toned body, with strong arms and legs. Yet his own fit body didn’t even compare to Amy’s beauty. He had always considered himself the luckiest man in the world. Amy was kind and gorgeous. She was his version of perfection, her perfect mind matched by a perfect face, a perfect pair of tits, a perfect ass, and a pussy that squeezed his cock like the ultimate haven.

Now, as he groaned, he tried to forget the awful circumstances. Scott tried to just focus on Amy’s tongue sliding up and down the length of his manhood. She slowly pumped his cock with her hand, helping it to come to life even more. Her other hand meanwhile gently fondled his testicles in that way that he absolutely loved. She slowly flicked her tongue along the head of his shaft. Pumping her fist harder now, she elongated her husband’s cock until it stood out like an obscene, fleshy spear.

“Come on, bitch. Hurry up!” Imari growled. The General’s second-in-command was even more sadistic than the General. He came up to Amy, pressing the barrel of the gun to her neck. “Get sucking. I want to see you take that cock all the way down your worthless throat!”

Amy complied, groaning as she slipped the rigid length in her mouth. She slowly began pumping her mouth up and down Scott’s penis, relishing the silky-steel texture of his rod between her lips. Her hands steadied, palms flattened on his hips as she continued to impale her sweet mouth on his dick. She felt his cock moistening up with pre-cum as he became more excited. Scott hated himself for the responses his body was betraying him with. He squeezed his eyes shut.

‘I’m so sorry sweetie. Oh god…’ he groaned inwardly. No, he realized that his groan was real and audible. He had let it slip, and now there was no going back as Amy’s mouth took him fully in. Her lips pressed in a tight, flawless seal around his shaft as she slurped loudly, pumping her mouth all the way down until her nose could have sniffed his pubic hair. She gurgled loudly, her mouth fully impaled for ten long seconds. Then, finally, she came up for air, sputtering as pre-cum drooled from her lips. She wiped away the evidence of his lust before going down on him again.

As Amy sucked and cradled his shaft with her expert tongue, Scott groaned louder, his fists clenching. His sexy young wife sucked harder, slurping even more loudly as her hands caressed his balls. She reached one hand underneath him, gently prodding his anal opening with one finger. She knew he loved it when she did that, and his groaned deepened.

“Ooohh Amy,” he sighed. “Ohhhh…!” He felt terrible, yet the lust in him surged. It overthrew his reason.

Meanwhile he was vaguely aware of other naked couples across the width of the deck in similar positions. Men lay helpless as their captors instructed, while the girls sucked and slurped on their soon-to-be fully elongated cocks.

He risked a glance over at Amy’s younger sister, Jennifer. The teenage girl was smothering Mark’s cock with firm, little pumps. The sexy brunette wasn’t as experienced at this, and it showed. Her uncertain movements were mitigated somewhat by Mark’s encouragement. Scott wondered whether Mark had absolutely no shame or whether he was trying to be encouraging so that their captors would be less displeased with them and think they were cooperating fully in the sadistic ‘porn video.’