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subrob1967 -> Shangheid...A tale of true slavery...Part One (12/1/2010 11:23:17 AM)
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Shanghaied
Chapter 1
I thought a summer backpacking across Europe was the perfect way to conclude my formal education, a decision I would come to regret when I reached the island of Crete.
After four years of study at the University of Chicago, I was offered the opportunity to apply for my MBA abroad at the university's Booth School of Business in London.
I didn't get to see any of continental Europe because my curriculum was quite
heavy, so I decided to tour Europe before heading back to the States, and looking for a job.
I made my way through Northern France, Luxembourg, Belgium, Germany, thru the Scandinavian countries, and Balkans, down to Austria, and on to Greece.
On Crete my plan was to catch a Cruise over to Sicily, head up through Italy, cross Southern France, into Spain and finally Portugal, where I would catch a flight back to the States.
All in all, I figured my trip would take about three and a half months, and I would stay in Hostels, and get sleeper berths on trains whenever possible.
Everything was going great, I met a lot of new friends, and was having a great time. I hit Greece two days ahead of schedule and decided to spend an extra day soaking up some rays on Crete.
I hit the city of Lassihti around 11:00 am, check into my hotel and take a little siesta before heading out for a bite, and hitting the beach.
I eat at a beach side cafe, and take a stroll onto the beach. I grab a quick dip into the Med, before heading back up the beach to find a spot to lay out.
I seemed to have chosen a bad spot, because just as I settle in a Volleyball comes flying over my shoulder and hits me right in the Solar Plexus, winding me.
I roll over onto my hands and knees to catch my breath, and a pair of bare feet comes into view. I hear a beautiful voice say something in Greek.
I look up into the face of a quite attractive young 20 something brunette. I shake my head and say, "I'm sorry, I don't speak Greek."
"Ah, you're an American, No?." She says in a heavy Eastern European accent. "I vas apologizing for hitting you, it vas quite accidental, I assure you. Are you traveling alone?"
I get to my feet and retrieve the ball. I hand it to her with a smile, and say, "no apology necessary, it was clearly an accident, my name is Will, yes flying solo this holiday."
She thrusts out her hand, "Alexis, it's my pleasure to meet you, Vill."
Her friends start calling out to her in in Greek. She waves her hand and say's, "you would like to join us, yes?"
I discreetly check her out, she has a cute face, with your long thin Slavic nose, but lacking the classic high cheekbones normally seen on Slavic women. Her body is slim, with 34B breasts, flat stomach, and long legs, she stands 5'7.
She's wearing a Coral Thong bikini, and matching lip gloss coats her full generous lips.
Alexis wraps her hand around mine and she starts dragging me toward her friends before I can object.
It appears Alexis has the type of personality that's used to making suggestions, and having them followed, so I let her drag me along.
We join her party, which consist of one guy, obviously Alexis's brother, and three young women.
Introductions are made and I learn Alexis's brother is Boris, her best friend Anna, and her red headed cousin is Natasha, and the blonde woman is introduced as Boris's wife, Vanya.
Boris has a lean predatory look about him, he's 6'1 with dark eyes, black hair, and a cruel mouth. Something about him bugs me, and I take an immediate disliking to him.
Anna is a brunette like Alexis. She stands 5'8, with a slim body, encased in a red bikini, green eyes, and cute upturned nose.
Natasha is a flirty red head, standing 5'9 with long legs and a full 36C rack.
Vanya stands 5'4 with a tight, compact body, small breasts, blonde hair and blue eyes.
Natasha and Anna seem nice enough, but Boris seems to resent my joining the group, and Vanya is an ice queen.
The teams form as Alexis, Natasha, and me verses Anna, Vanya and Boris.
Right away I get a look at Boris's aggressive demeanor, when he sent a blazing spike at Natasha. She barely had enough time to get her hands up to protect her face. I see a cruel smirk cross his lips as Natasha falls back on her ass.
Vanya's eyes light up, and she actually giggles, as Natasha picks herself up with anger in her eyes. A torrent of Russian? Spews from her mouth, but Boris shrugs her off and serves the volley.
Alexis set's me so I return the favor towards Boris. He knocks the ball out of bounds, which pisses him off, and gives me the serve.
I serve it at Boris, who bumps it to Anna. Anna sets him up for the kill, but I'm able to block him at the net.
His eyes narrow menacingly, and says, "you play well... For an American." The latter word is spoken with so much scorn, that the hair stands up on my neck.
I reply, "four years summer beach league in Chicago. You're pretty good yourself."
We end up losing the game 15-13, and everybody's ready to call it quits.
I thank them for the game and turn to gather my stuff when Alexis takes one arm, and Anna the other.
"Vill, you vill come with us to dinner, yes?" Anna says, and Alexis replies for me, "of course he'll come, von't you Vill."
Boris says, "Vanya and I are dining alone tonight, you three are on your own." And they depart.
I try to excuse myself from accompanying the ladies, but all three were very assertive, so I figured it would be easier just to capitulate. At least Boris and his frigid bride wouldn't be joining us.
We shower on the beach so I ask the girls where and what time they wanted to dine, and try to excuse myself to go dress. But once again they insist in joining me, and using my room to change.
With Alexis holding my right arm, and Anna holding my left, I almost feel like a prisoner, but I must admit, it was a bit of a turn on.
We arrive in my room and grab my Khakis and boxers and get ready to step into the bathroom to change, but Anna beats me to the bathroom.
Alexis and Natasha don't bother waiting for me to leave, they both strip right in front of me. I turn away turning red in embarrassment, and they both laugh.
Anna steps up behind me, startling me when she says, "What's the matter Vill? We're all friends here, and pulls my swim trunks down, exposing my erection.
Anna steps around me and she's naked too. "You American's and your modesty. It's so cute! You may go to the bathroom now."
I quickly retreat to the sound of their giggles.
I step into the bathroom to find Anna's bikini drying on the shower curtain.
WTF? I think, these girls are crazy, they certainly aren't shy. I wonder if I'll score tonight, as I slip on my pants.
I step into the main room and find Anna and Natasha passionately kissing on the bed. Alexis is watching with a predatory intensity that makes her look dangerous.
She turns her gaze on me and says, "Vill, go hang up our bikini's vith Anna's, ve'll collect them after dinner."
Her request sounds more like an order, but I figure since English isn't her native language, I'd let it slide.
I hang the suits over the shower rod, brush my hair and throw on my black polo shirt.
I step out into the main room to find all three girls wearing sun dresses, and heels. Alexis has my cell in her hand, and once again, I feel a little trapped.
"Vill, I hope you don't mind, I used your phone to make dinner reservations."
"Not at all, where are we heading?" I say as I open the room safe to grab my wallet.
She reaches out as if to hand me the phone, but grabs my hand instead, and spins me toward her.
I gotta admit the intense gaze she gives me screams 'danger' but is also a bit exciting.
"Ve vill eat at The Balcony, and then go dancing."
Natasha walks up behind me and places her hands on my shoulders as she says,
"You like to dance, Yes?"
Anna grabs my free hand, and smiles.
"I ah, I guess so, I'm not a very good dancer, plus my cruise leaves early in the morning, so I can't stay out too late."
Natasha gives my shoulders a painful squeeze and says, "don't worry, ve'll teach you to dance dirty vith us.
Alarms are screaming in my head now, and I wonder what kind a scam their planning, something's not quite kosher here.
"Ladies, can I ask you a personal question?" I ask while I try to extract myself from their grasp.
Anna let's go of my hand, and Natasha takes a step back. Alexis, on the other hand, is reluctant to release my other hand.
"Sure Vill, ask away." Alexis replies with a smile.
"Ah, you're not call girls, are you? I can't afford to ah, pay for your company."
Anna has a puzzled look on her face, until Natasha says something in their native tongue.
I see the anger flair in her eyes just before Alexis's hand comes out of nowhere, and strikes my cheek.
"How dare you! Why must you American's always act so ugly?" Natasha asks through clinched teeth.
"I...I'm sorry if I offended you, but you're all coming on pretty strong to someone you just met."
"None of us has 'come on to you', Vill, you didn't have to ask such an ugly question."
"If you didn't want to spend the evening with three beautiful, fun girls, you could have just declined our invitation." Alexis says when Natasha's done.
I hang my head in shame as they gather their things to leave.
"Alexis," I say in a low voice, "you still have my phone, I'll need it back."
She looks down at her hand, then back at me, "what do you think girls? Should I just give him his phone, even though he was very rude?"
Anna finally speaks, "make him beg for it," as she disappears behind my back.
"Come on Ladies, I apologize for my comment, please give me the phone."
Alexis has this wicked gleam in her eye, and an evil smile on her face when she says, "vhat vill you trade me for the phone?"
"This isn't funny any more, can I have the phone back now?"
Natasha walks up behind me and places her hands on my shoulders.
Before I can shrug her off, she flexes her knees into the back of mine, forcing them forward, as she presses down on my shoulders.
I inadvertently fall to my knees, and she continues to apply pressure to my shoulders to hold me down.
She leans close to my ear and says,
"now that you're in the correct position, why don't you beg her for the phone?"
"Alright, enough is enough! I'm trying to be nice here, now for the last time, please give me my phone."
I attempt to stand but Natasha presses her heel into the dimple between my knee and calf of my right leg, effectively pinning me on my knees.
I sense Anna join Natasha, just before I feel her place her stiletto on my left leg.
"Now Vill, I'll ask you again, vhat are you willing to give me for your phone, Hm?"
I feel Anna apply some pressure onto her heel and realize that her heel could punch through the skin and do some major damage to my knee if she wanted.
Holy shit, I think I'm getting rolled here!
"I only have three hundred Euro's and maybe fifty dollars, if you want it, it's yours." I say while lowering my head in shame again.
Alexis squat's down and places her hand under my chin. She raises my head and looks into my eyes.
"I don't want or need your money, Vill. My Papa's quite rich. What I want is the pleasure of your company for the next few hours."
"Is your phone worth spending a few hours with us?"
WTF? Alright, play it cool, go eat, have a drink and get away for these crazy bitches, I think to myself.
"Yes, I can do that."
Alexis looks up at Natasha and Anna, and they remove their heels and step back.
Alexis helps me to my feet with a smile, once I stand I say,
"I apologize for my words, I'm not used to aggressive women. In America, the aggressive ones are usually looking for a husband, I'm sorry."
"We're not looking for...husbands." Natasha says with a laugh.
"Apology accepted, but you won't mind if I hang onto the phone until we're back, do you? I don't van't you running away," Alexis says with a smile.
"I guess not." I smile back, relived they're not trying to rob me.
"Good! I'm starving, let's go."
As I turn to head out I think I see Anna nod to Alexis, but I could be mistaken.
I make sure the safe is closed and locked before I slip my wallet into my pocket, and slip on my boat shoes.
Alexis takes my right arm, Natasha my left, and Anna's cute ass leads the way to The Balcony.
After a couple of drinks I'm feeling fine. Alexis and her friends turn out to be a lot of fun, so my guard slowly disappears.
We dance the night away at Cube before heading back to the hotel, I'm still pretty buzzed as we get to my room.
"Would you girls like a nightcap?" I ask, hoping to score tonight.
"No, thank you, I'll just grab our swimsuits, and we'll head back to our boat," Alexis says.
Natasha and Anna both kiss me on the lips and bid me good night.
Alexis follows me in, and steps into the bathroom to retrieve their suits.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening, here's your phone." Alexis says.
She gives me a lingering kiss, and I can't hide my disappointment as she leaves.
"Will I ever see you again?"
"Perhaps," she says with a smile.
I pass out, fully dressed, and dream of Alexis and her friends.
I awake with a splitting headache to the sound of my phone ringing.
I squint at my watch and see it's almost noon.
"Fuck! I missed my cruise. Now my whole schedule's blown!"
I find my phone on the dresser and answer curtly, "Hello!"
"Hi, Vill?" says a cheerful Alexis. "Anna vas going through her bag and found your passport."
"She says you dropped it last night, and she forgot to give it back."
'Oh fuck!' I think, 'not my passport!' It's supposed to be in the safe!
Alexis continues, "our boat leaves for Sicily in two hours, so if you vant it, meet Natasha at the marina in an hour, ok?"
"Wait, did you say Sicily?"
"Yes, why?"
"I missed my cruise, do you think I could catch a ride to Sicily with you, pretty please?"
She giggles and says, "oh, now your begging, Hm? Let me ask Papa, I'll call you back in fifteen minutes."
A ray of hope breaks through the alcoholic fog that's taken hold of my brain.
Wait, how did they get my passport again? I open the safe to find my cruise ticket, and document pouch. I open the pouch to see my passport's missing.
'I know I didn't bring it with us last night, did I?' I think out loud, well it doesn't matter, I know where it's at.
I grab a quick shower, and rapidly pack my luggage before waiting five more anxious minutes for Alexis's call.
My phone rings and I answer it on the first ring.
"Vill, Papa say's it's ok, as long as you come right away. He vould like you to join us for brunch."
"Oh thank you Darlin, I really can't thank you enough!"
"Vell it's a two day sail, I'm sure I'll think of a vay. Do hurry, pet."
'Pet?' I shrug it off and hurry down to check out.
I run to the marina and find Natasha standing there with two guys.
"Ready to go Vill?"
"Yes, hey I'm sorry about last night, thanks for the ride."
She beams a brilliant smile and leads me to a power boat.
We head out into the Med, and I wonder just how big this 'boat' is.
After thirty minutes, we're at least four miles out when I finally speak to Natasha.
"Just how far out is your boat?"
"Uncle Igor always anchors out at least five miles for security reasons."
"Five miles? Security? What exactly does 'Uncle Igor' do?"
"He's in the oil business, and has a lot of enemies."
"I see," I say without really understanding.
We rapidly close in on a blip on the horizon. As we near I see the 'boat' is actually a huge luxury yacht.
This ship must be three hundred feet long. There's at least four decks above the waterline, a helicopter sitting on the fantail, and an array of antennae covering the roof of the top deck.
"Woah, are you shitting me? This is the 'boat' Alexis mentioned last night?"
"Yes, do you like it?"
"Ah, yeah! It's incredible."
The launch ties off to the boarding ladder, and the sailors help Natasha aboard, before handing my bags up.
I climb aboard and climb the ladder. At the top I find Alexis and Anna waiting for me, smiling.
I step onto the deck and fire off a jaunty salute. "Permission to come aboard, Captain?"
The girls giggle and Alexi replies, "permission granted, Sailor, velcome aboard."
I follow them to the deck below the helicopter deck, overlooking the fantail.
Sitting at the head of a massive table is a bull of a man. He stands as we approach and Alexis kisses his cheek before introducing me.
"Please have a seat. So Will, you're an American studying abroad?" Igor says with a gruff voice.
"Yes Sir, I just received my Masters degree from the Booth School of Business in London, and decided to travel a bit and see Europe, before starting my career."
"Excellent, excellent! So do you have a job lined up upon your return to America?"
"No Sir, I chose to wait until I get home before I start my search."
A plate of fresh fruit is set in front of me by a mute crew member, as Igor continues.
"Your parents must be well off for you to travel across Europe."
"Actually my parents died in an accident five years ago. They left me a house and some money."
"I'm sorry to hear that, don't you have anybody at home waiting for you?"
"No sir, I have no extended family."
"I see...Well welcome aboard, you're welcome to stay as long as you wish. I'm afraid I must fly ahead due to business. Alexis, walk with me."
I stand and shake his hand, as I thank him for his hospitality.
Alexis leaves with him, and we hear the rotors spool up above our heads.
*Interlude*
"Daughter, are you sure you want this American?"
"Yes Papa."
"We must be very careful here, we've never had an American aboard, and trouble with the American authorities we do not want."
"I know Papa, but his phone log was clean, he has no parents, relatives, or sweethearts. No one will miss him when he disappears."
"Do you think you girls can break him?"
"Yes Papa, we tested him yesterday, Boris tried to provoke him with no luck, but Tash, Anna and I easily had him on his knees begging last night."
"Ok my child, but you must not allow him to cause us trouble. If he becomes a threat, let Boris kill him and feed his body to the sharks. Am I clear?"
"Yes Papa, have a safe trip."
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Natasha leans toward me and shouts, "you must try the Crepes, they're fantastic!"
The helicopter takes off as a crew girl makes my Crepe table side.
I notice that all the crew I've met never speak, and wear some type of metal band around their wrists and neck.
Alexis returns with a smile five minutes later. She sits by my side and asks if I'm enjoying brunch.
"Natasha, be a darling and fix Vill one of your special juices. Vill, you'll love it, it has fresh Pineapple, Apple, Orange, and Pomegranate."
"Sounds fantastic, thank you."
"Vanya starts giggling, and Boris quickly drags her away from the table.
"Alexis, thank you so much for arranging this for me, I'm sorry I acted like an ass last night, please forgive me."
"You're velcome Vill, just promise me you'll do whatever Natasha, Anna or I tell you while on the boat, promise?"
"I promise."
"I'm serious, Vill, if you cause any trouble, you'll have to deal with Boris, and he already dislikes you."
"I promise Alexis, I'll be good until we reach Sicily."
"Thank you Pet."
She leans in and kisses me before I can ask her about the 'pet' thing.
Natasha hands me my juice and it's quite good except the slight bitterness in the aftertaste.
"Anna, please go get his passport, and join us in room seven. Ve'll show Vill his stateroom. Vill, finish your drink."
I down the juice and wonder about the grittiness, as Alexis takes my arm and escorts me to my stateroom.
We go down two levels below the main deck and Alexis and Natasha show me to a small stateroom.
It's appearance is less than I expected for such a lavish vessel. The room has a twin sized bed bolted to the wall, a utilitarian desk and chair, and a single porthole. Over all, it's quite utilitarian.
I'm told this is a crew birth, and that all the guest staterooms were full. I guess I can't complain, after all I'm hitching a ride, and the food is..
A wave of dizziness overtakes me, and I stumble to the bed.
"Are you ok Vill?" Natasha asks with humor in her voice.
"N..No, s s something's w w wrong." I manage to say as Alexis shoves me to the bed.
"That's because I had her drug you, Pet." Is the last thing I hear Alexis say before falling into darkness.
I must have blacked out, because when I awaken, I find myself naked, shackled to a cot, spread eagle, in what appears to be a hold.
In the dim light I can see a young black guy hanging on the wall, and an olive skinned girl naked, and chained to cot like myself.
"Hey! What the fuck is going on?" I say to the others, but they just stare at me blankly.
Oh, great, neither of them appears to speak, or understand English. I try the French and a smattering of German I've picked up, but still no response.
I test my bonds and find them quite secure, whoever designed these bonds knew what they were doing.
Vanya enters the hold and walks over to my cot. She tilts her head as she stares at me, and runs her fingers down my torso.
"Vanya, can you release me?" I ask quietly. "Please sweetheart, I need you to set me free."
Vanya laughs removes her shirt, and hikes up her skirt. I notice she's not wearing panties when she climbs up and straddles me. I can't stop her as she starts grinding on my limp cock.
Vanya leans over and stares into my eyes. "I'm very sexy, yes?"
"Yes Vanya, you're very sexy, but I can't get it up while chained to this cot."
Vanya giggles again and brings her right hand up, she's holding straight razor.
I see the madness in her eyes as she leans down and covers my mouth with her left hand.
Her right hand flashes, then she flicks her wrist. The droplets of blood splash on my face before the burning pain hits me.
The crazy bitch just sliced my left pectoral! I try to scream, but her hand muffles it.
"Shh, you must remain silent." She whispers.
Vanya leans farther down and starts sucking at the cut like a vampire.
She sits back up and smiles. My blood is running down her chin and dripping on her small perky tits.
Vanya places her razor against my throat, removes her hand, leans down, and kisses me, forcing her bloody tongue down my throat.
I start to gag, so she applies pressure to her razor, drawing a bead of blood.
I choke my blood down, and stifle my gag reflex, and she let's up on the razor.
"I want you to fuck me." She says, staring down at me.
She takes her razor and runs the spine up and down behind my ear.
An involuntary shudder runs through my body, exciting her.
"If your cock's not hard, and inside of me by the time I count down from ten, I'm going to cut your balls off and feed them to you." Vanya says in a very sexy tone.
"Oh God this can't be happening" I pray as I squeeze my eyes closed.
Her left hand slaps my face hard, and she hisses, "look at me!"
"Ten...Nine...Eight..."
"Vanya, please don't hurt me anymore, I think the pain is blocking my erection!"
"Seven...Six...Five...Four..."
"VANYA!" Boris yells from the doorway.
Vanya jumps off me and runs over to Boris with a guilty look on her face.
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