A young woman and her family endure being captives of a perverse and terrible pirate leader and his band of cutthroats. They remain strong as a family despite it all.
"JUST GREAT!", I groaned as I stood staring at the little plus sign that had appeared on the pregnancy test stick I was holding. I was pregnant, again. "Again" meant number five was on the way. I was barely 23 years old and already had four kids and now I was pregnant with another.
The sad part of it is that each of my four children and the one on the way, all belong to my father.
Yes. My Dad is the father of my children. Our children. And not by choice, either. Though I admit, that he and I both love our children, we wouldn't have had them if it wasn't for the fact that we have been captives of a ruthless and horrible group of pirates for the past six years.
Six years ago. My parents and I were on our beautiful wind cruiser yacht, sailing around the world. Both my parents were independently wealthy, and I had just graduated High School. So, before I started college and was mired for the next several years in school, my parents decided I should get to see some of the world.
My dad had always loved sailing, and he was pretty damn good at it too. He was only 34 at the time and my mom was 33. They had me when they were both very young, but they settled into their lives well enough, especially with the help of very rich families. They got married as soon as my mother found at she was pregnant. She was only sixteen when she had me, and my father was seventeen. They raised me well and I had everything a girl could want. Best clothes, schools, education and now that I had graduated high school, I was about to go to Harvard after our trip.
I was eighteen and just your average nerdy teenage girl, with a significant exception. I was tall, with long legs and had grown into a very pretty young woman. When I was in high school the guys would always ask me out, especially the jocks and popular ones, but they didn't consider my intelligence or my lack of having to be popular, and only wanted to get into my pants. So I mostly hung around with the chess club team, debate groups and the rest of the geeks and nerds, because I felt more at home with them.
It seemed a long time ago. On our sailing trip, we had planned to go all over and see the wonders of different countries. One night, while we were anchored off of some uninhabited island, our yacht was boarded by pirates, dark skinned and terrible.
We were all taken below and though we fought hard against them, there were too many for me and my mother and father. They tied us up and left us in my parent's cabin.
It seemed like a long time, but eventually someone came. The man that would ruin our lives and the leader of the vicious band of pirates. He was the only one that could speak a little English well enough for us to understand. A towering brute, but he was also very intelligent.
He seized my father and forced him into a chair, then he had some of his men, bind my father to the chair. Once he was satisfied my father was secured, he went to my mother. She was very beautiful to say the least, and I already knew what they intended to do to her. Both my father and I were gagged and tied up well. We were forced to watch as the leader had my mother stripped naked and held down by several of his man, and then he raped her.
He kept raping her for a good while, and I could see my mother's eyes and her tear streaked face. I could hear her muffled cries from the gag in her mouth and her grunts as the brutish leader rammed in and out of her.
Then, without warning, I heard the man grunt loudly and he slammed into my mother hard and held himself inside her. My mom's eyes went wide as the brutish man shot load after load of his seed deep inside her. After a few more powerful thrusts into her, he chuckled softly and pulled out.
I could hear my mother sob through her gag. But as soon as the leader came out from between my mother's legs, another man took his place and proceeded to rape her.
My dad frantically tried to break free from his bindings, but he only ended up getting knocked down onto the floor and then picked right back up and forced to watch as each of the vile pirates, took their turn raping her. He finally gave up and just sat there, staring, but he wasn't really looking at the spectacle before him, he was looking passed that.
After several hours, they finally finished with my mother. She laid there, covered in sweat and tears streaking down her face. Her legs were still spread, and even from where I was laying, I could see all the sperm those evil men had pumped into her, leaking out of her sex.
I had already noticed that some of the men had taken a liking to me and groped my body several times before it became their turn with my mother.
The leader would say something to them, and they would leave me be after a while.
I presumed that since they had all had their time with my mom, that I would be next. Instead, the leader made them all leave and retied my mother up. He put a gun to my head and made me get up off the floor. Dragging me to my dad, the leader gave me a knife and told me to cut the bindings on my father, while he kept the gun to my head.
The leader also told my dad, that if he tried anything, that he would shoot me. I did what I was told, and cut the ropes binding my father. The leader kept me with him and went over to my mother. He picked her up and put her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her and pointing the gun at her, instead of me.
My dad slowly removed his gag and cleared his throat.
"What do you want?", he asked.
"You will take the knife she has (pointing at me), and cut the ropes from her. Savvy?", the leader replied.
My father came over to me and took the knife I had in my hand, and cut my bindings. Slowly, I took the gag from my mouth.
"Okay. Now what do you want?", my dad asked again.
"You will do what I tell you, English.", the leader spat, "Or I shoot this pretty wife of yours. Savvy?", he finished with a grin.
"Yes. I understand.", my dad said his eyes squinting in anger at the leader.
"Good. Good. Now. Take your daughter's clothes off."
"What for?", said my dad, clenching his fists.
"DO IT! Or I shoot pretty wife!", replied the brute.
My father leaned over to me, whispered a sorry and began removing my clothing. I helped him with my bikini bottoms when he hesitated a little, just because I could see the leader was pretty angry and serious.
Once I was completely naked, the leader told my father to strip as well. My father looked at the leader with hate and fury in his eyes, but the vile man gestured with his gun at my mother's head, so my father reluctantly complied.
After my dad was also naked, he stood tall with his hands crossed in front of his chest and made a growl. "Now what, you fucking bastard?", my dad said.
"Yes. I am a bastard, English.", laughed the man.
The man pointed the gun at me. "You, pretty girl. You are virgin, yes?", he said with an evil smile.
"You leave my daughter alone!", yelled my dad. But the man put the gun back up to my mother's head and asked the question again. "You are virgin, yes? Answer, or I shoot your mother.".
I was a virgin still, so I answered meekly. "Yes."
"Good! Good! Now I have fun.", he said smiling to my father.
"YOU! English.", he said pointing his gun at my father. "Fuck your daughter, and don't be quick. Take time and make her enjoy it."
"NO! you fucking prick! I can't do that to her! She's my daughter!", my father yelled.
