"I loved your story! I would love to find myself a guest! My name is Inga ~ I have blond hair, blue eyes, am 5'6", 155lbs, 36DD tits, and a strong body from athletics my whole life. I loved the sexual torture! Great writing and imagination!
I'm an extremely confident woman. I enjoy heated debate, and intelligent conversation. I can be a coy flirt and have an extremely strong sex drive. I am used to being in charge and tend to be a dominant personality in almost all situations.
I abhor discrimination and would probably verbally confront and challenge any type of discrimination. I have in the past stepped into other peoples business if I see someone being abused or picked on verbally and would put up a ferocious fight if I, or my friends or family, were in danger or being attacked. My hair is very thick and hangs down just past my bra strap. It is a bit wavy and all one length. I'm 33. I've been told that I have bedroom eyes, and that I have sexy lips because they are full. "
- Extracts from readers e-mails
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It had been 2 days since the 20,000 ton cargo ship had left port. Now somewhere in the Atlantic just north of the equator it made steady but unimpressive progress. The rusted old hulk was covered with tarpaulins and crates the aft bridge a series of dirty almost blacked out windows. At its bow the anchor chute was red with a long rust stain the single funnel at the rear belching smoke from its 60 year old engines. The ocean was calm; almost tranquil and only the slightest breeze fluttered its Liberian flag of convenience.
The 'Acapulco bay' formerly the 'Koninstag' was only 150 miles from its destination.
On the bow deck a large curved ventilation funnel looked like a cartoon caricature. The funnels tube bent down twenty feet, deck by deck curving horizontal to a solid wire mess. On the other side in that dim steel room the air was humid; the hum of the ship vibrating along the walls. The four scruffy bunks inside had an occupant each.
On the furthest sat raven haired Latino women her bosom matching her curvaceous hips. She sat eyes blank humming to herself. Across were two more athletic teens. Both girls appeared Mexican, sister's maybe. Their hair was tied back in long horse type plats; both girls sultry and leggy. In the final bunk lay a long haired blonde woman. She was dreaming; almost smiling with her full lipped mouth as she slumbered, her big breasted naked body only covered in a cloth sack type smock.
The cell door rattled as a figure appeared. The man bald and fat wore only a heavy belt and desert type shorts. His heavy military boots thundered on the mesh deck. The bull neck crewman pushed the girls aside to shake the sleeping beauty.
Inga began to stir from her hazy bizarre dreams. She felt like she'd slept for years. Not quite, the drugs had made her lapse in and out of consciousness for nearly three days. Now it was time to wake up. The thug pulled her hair and she yelped.
"Aaaaa Jesus what the fuck I err what?"
She rubbed her eyes her skin sweaty the room in the nineties.
"Where, where oh ohhhhhhh!"
The last thing Inga remembered was the mall. She was on her way home then she'd seen crowd in heated debate. A skin head young man had been stood on a podium ranting racist remarks. Around him stood red neck type thugs in combats all looking smug. The group had the nerve to have swastika arm bands and the surrounding crowd were shouting and swearing.
Inga couldn't believe she was seeing this. There was freedom of speech but this was obscene. As she stood mouth open police officers arrived and a scuffle broke out. The young men were pinned one by one as more and more police arrived to the cheers of the indignant crowd. Inga cheered with the rest shaking her head in disbelief.
She hadn't notice the man stood in a trench coat just to her right.
Nor had she see him in the shadows as she entered the car park
She lurched upright her feet touching the floor. Her heart sank as she felt the unmistakable vibration of a ship. Now she remembered.
The man!
The needle!
"Oh my God I've been kidnapped!"
Standing behind the large thug was an old spinster type woman. She had glasses and a stern witch like nose and mouth. In her late fifties she wore a grey uniform with knees high leather boots. Inga looked up confused was she dreaming this? The woman had a red and white armband on it couldn't be could it?
No not a swastika. Like the one she hissed and booed at in the mall.
The witch spoke. "You! Goldilocks! Time to get up."
Inga started to cuss and raised her voice but yelped as the fat oaf slapped her across her face. The other girls tittered and grinned stupidly.
Inga screamed glaring at the other apparent captive women
"What the fuck are you bitches laughing at? What the fucks going on?"
She screamed again as the man grabbed her long mane pulling her out of the room her bare feet slipping on the corridor deck. Inga didn't get any answers, she felt claustrophobic as she was herded along narrow empty corridors every so often she past a stony faced seaman all of them ignoring her pleas. She was a strong woman but her captor was massive in comparison, muscles bulging, neck like a bulls. Ahead the growing heat and noise told her she was nearing the engine room.
The spectacled woman turned to her as they reached the engine room door.
"Be quiet!" She snapped.
Inga was asking question after question adding threat after threat if she wasn't released.
"No Frauline I will not tell you what is happening. You are not ready to listen or understand."
She looked admiringly at the woman's strong thighs, the sexy eyes and buxom figure.
"Hmmmm you are a good catch. I will be back in a few hours we'll see if you're ready then."
She opened the door the big bald thug pushing her into the sauna like atmosphere of the engine room.
Inga started to sweat uncontrollably the room cramped with the engine housing like a long black slug running the length of the room. The multitude of tappets rocked back and forth like it was a crazy huge clarinet being played. Stood at the side of his engine was the chief engineer an old vest wearing man his skin craggy and smeared in grease.
He saw the woman, curvy tanned legs under the short sack smock and laughed his missing teeth showing.
Inga was pushed inside the old frauline closing the door and marching back down the ship.
The confident Inga suddenly realized what was going to happen. The old man was leering at her, the big bald man pressing his pot bellied body into her back. The chief waved his hand as if presenting his thundering vibrating engine.
Then she saw it.
At a point where the machine was barrel shaped a curved dildo was bolted to the top. The thing vibrated with engine constant power, the metal banana warm with the engines heat.
"Oh god, shit!"
