The yacht proceeded along the water surface. On board were fifteen people lovers of secluded relaxation in a narrow circle and crew. Five married couples of thirty - forty years old, from a relatively young in Russia, but already a fairly well-established wealthy stratum of society.

Leaving the children in the care of a governess or just grandparents, they all went on a romantic journey through the expanses of water. It was the tenth day of the journey, the ship crossed the Indian Ocean in its northern part. On the horizon was a strip of land just behind the sun drooping. All disappeared in the cabins since over the past few days under the tired of such a holiday. Yes, and tomorrow in the morning they were supposed to dock at one of the ports. They agreed to go on an excursion for the whole day to the fortress on a pre-rented bus with a guide.

Irina and her husband remained on the deck to admire the sunset. She is a frail brunette of small stature and a trimmed caret in a light black dress above the knees. He is of medium height brown-haired with a pleasant appearance. They silently looked at the glow of the sunset until it was completely extinguished, the southern sunsets were so fast ... When the mist captured the whole sky, Ira and Sasha rose and embraced and went along the side to the entrance to the cabins.

Suddenly there was a strong surge and in front of the yacht the motor of the boat roared, then again and again on the sides. They froze, and in the meantime, some people in camouflage were climbing on both sides. Irina screamed in surprise, her husband pressed her closer and they leaned against the wall trying to become inconspicuous. The captain cried out and fell, did not even want to think because of what. And in general, what is all this ... There was a rattling, guttural shouts and cries of friends being pulled out of the cabins, some straight from the bed. There was a splash as if someone jumped from a yacht and literally two shots at once.

A female voice screamed “NO!” Everyone was pushed out onto the deck and gathered at the stern. One man was less, Tanya, a prominent blonde in a t-shirt and panties, cried, covering her face with her hands. Her husband Oleg was not visible anywhere. no one noticed this, everyone followed the people in camouflage scouring the yacht. to their captives. Apparently this is their way Nij status.

- Listen! - he said in English with a strong accent,

- I'm Jamal. From now on, the owner of this yacht and all of you. Forget who you were up to this point. Now you and your lives depend only on my decisions. Now everyone will go to the dining room cabin and with the crew will be there until I decide what's next. Any resistance will be severely punished. I said everything.

Glancing at everyone, he turned and went up to the bridge, where there were several of his subordinates. The words of this strong-willed man with a scar on his cheek remained in all seven of them cold in his chest. Two pirates, and probably this is the correct name for all of them, shouting began to push everyone down to the cabins, and after the latter entered the dining room they closed the door and stayed outside. Everyone sat down and whispered, discussing what had happened and lamenting what would happen. Understanding that they are completely helpless to escape from this slavery, who so suddenly fell upon them. Earned engines and with a slight splash the yacht went into the mist.

It took an hour and a half, two. People were lying on the floor or sitting on the couches. It must have been one in the morning. All were tired, exhausted. Suddenly the engines changed tone. And after a while, it died down completely. Where she was led was absolutely not clear. There was a rattle and the door swung open with force. On the threshold Jamal melted behind him were several people in camouflage.

- “Now you are my product. I will sell you.In the meantime, you all belong to me! ”He said loudly and in silence his voice sounded like the verdict of the judge.

- Everyone got up in one line - he ordered, and all obeyed without question.

He walked along a number of frightened people carefully examining them. When he reached the end, he went in the opposite direction and suddenly stopped in front of Irina. The husband who was standing nearby had only managed to say something, when he immediately received a strong blow to the face and fell back. Irina screamed and covered her mouth with her graceful palms with beautiful slender fingers and long nails, looking from bottom up to Jamal, who was huge in comparison with her, with wide eyes.

He took her by the wrist, “You will go with me,” he growled in a low voice, and turning sharply, he walked widely out of the room, dragging her along with him. Ira, in a daze, minced behind him like a little dog on a leash without making a sound and not even trying to resist. Opening the door of the luxurious cabin noisily, Jamal threw her onto a large bed, she fell face down on her and opened the hem of her dress with a corner of her blue lace panties. A strong male, having taken a female from a weak one, dragged her into his lair to enjoy prey.

Do not move otherwise, I will kill you - he ordered, Irina remained lying on her stomach with her dress up, often breathing and afraid to move. Throwing off his clothes, he busily pulled up her dress, jerked tore off her delicate panties and pulled her to him. Irina was shaken in anticipation of what was going to happen. She bent her legs, so that the torturer would not hurt her and he strongly entered into it, leaning over his whole body and taking her hair began to fuck her with strong shocks.

She could barely breathe, crushed by him to the bed. And with every measured push, her stifled whine was heard. It inflamed him. He bare her shoulder and put his hand on her small breasts, squeezing tightly. At the same time, his movements became stronger and more frequent. Irina began to howl even louder, and he pressed her strongly by the hair and chest to himself began roaring into her with a roar. It seemed to her that it would never end. At last he gasped and breathing with fever. Apparently for a long time he was not with a woman, and besides, he was so pretty and completely owned by him, conquered by him.

He got up and went into the shower. She sat on the bed with her legs tucked in the ravaged gown of the underbelly watching her current owner and with bitterness realizing that she now completely belongs to him and her life had become a distant tale before. How to get it back?

Jamal came out of the shower with absolutely naked “I love cleanliness and advise you” - he said with a wry grin - “but not now ...”. Having said this, he walked to the edge of the bed, staring at his prey, unabated. Irina picked up her legs and sank from such a look. His penis began to grow in size and slowly rise, he was not yet full of female flesh. Jamal took her head with both hands and strongly pulled her to himself practically breaking her mouth with her dick, she screamed with her mouth full, but at the same time she began to suck it, understanding that resistance would bring her only more humiliation and pain.

With one hand, holding his leg with the other, he took hold of his trunk, moving the handle along it in rhythm with his head. The bed tapped to the beat, a room filled with chomping sounds and deep masculine breathing. After a while he took her hair and began to stick her head on his penis. Irina even grunted a couple of times choking on them, but he was relentless in seeking complete satisfaction from her. Groaning deafly, Jamal held her head up without letting go of her hair and let the seed out into her mouth. Irina, from the surprise of the moment, swallowed a part, and the rest flowed down her chin. Satisfied, he lay back and closed his eyes. She remained sitting on the bed, wiping her mouth with the hem of her dress.

- Well done - he said - a good girl. Go wash up and go back to your husband. I liked you then you will come again.

Crying softly she went a little shaky in the shower. Having cleaned herself up, she glanced at the torturer lying on the bed and slipped out of the room.