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Shanghaied: The Final Chapter
"Woah...I can't kill Boris! Are you crazy?"
"But Vill, you must, or ve'll never be safe! He'll hunt us to the ends of the Earth. He has unlimited resources, and vill spare no expense to find us."
"But kill him? I'm not a murderer!"
"Then I'm sorry Vill, I von't be able to help you."
Vanya stands up to leave, leaving me cuffed to the wall.
"Vanya, wait! What about the cuffs?"
"Sorry slave, I guess you'll have explain to Mistress Anna vhy you're cuffed to the vall, and reek of sex."
"I'll tell them it was you!"
"Oh Vill," she says with a sigh, right now I'm at a hotel on Sicily, sleeping with my drunk husband. Just ask him tomorrow night before he cuts your throat and feeds you to the sharks...Goodbye, Love."
"Vanya, wait!"
"Sorry Vill, I have to get back."
"I'll do it!" I say, pleading.
She stops at the hatch and turns, her eyes narrow and she says,
"here's the deal, I'll take care of everything as planned, but your collar and cuffs stay on until you kill my husband."
"How do I know I can trust you? You might be setting me up as the fall guy."
"You'll just have to trust me at this point, yes?" Her eyebrow raises expectantly.
"I'll need a gun."
"I'm afraid that's impossible, I have no access to the armory. You'll have to find another vay."
"Ok Vanya, you win, please uncuff me."
She walks over, kisses me softly, and presses the key into my hand.
"Remove them then throw them out the vindow. If you get caught vith that key, they vill punish you severely. Until tomorrow, my love."
'Oh fuck! What am I going to do?' I think as I free myself. I go to my porthole and chuck the cuffs.
I make a slit in my mattress and hide the key before she can get topside and restate the security cams.
I hit the head and take a quick sponge bath, and head back to my bunk for some much needed sleep.
I wake up in to the sound of the motor launch, and see the launch returning from Sicily.
On it are a smiling Boris with Vanya hanging on his arm, Alexis, Natasha, Anna, two young Italian looking girls, and a guy.
'My replacement?' I think, as I head back to my bunk.
The cook brings down my first meal of the day, and even gives me a shy smile.
I vow to myself that she's coming with us tonight, even if I have to beat this Sergei guy to near death to get him to remove her jewelry.
I just finish my meal, and have cleaned up my cabin when Alexis enters.
I drop to my knees and then press my forehead to the deck in my cramped quarters.
I remain silent, and remain prostrate until she says something.
"Aren't you going to velcome home your loving master, slave?"
I lean forward and kiss each sandal clad foot. "Welcome aboard Master, I've missed you," I reply in a monotone voice.
She either doesn't catch the sarcasm, or chooses to ignore it. "Stand up and remove your bandages."
I stand and unwrap my gauze, I can't reach the actual bandages, so she peels them off herself.
"Hmm, they are healing vell, yes?"
"Yes Master."
"You vill have some lovely scars, perhaps I should mark your chest too."
My body gives an involuntary shudder and she snickers.
"You vill remember this lesson, yes?"
"Yes Master."
"Good, I really don't like to punish you, I vould rather fuck you to be honest, but you gave me no choice."
"I'm sorry Master, I've learned my lesson."
"Ve are entertaining guests, if you need to use the bath, do it now."
"Othervise you vill remain in your cabin until one of us comes for you. If you hear voices in the corridor, do NOT open your hatch and look, understand?"
"Yes Master."
"I vill send you a signal later tonight after the guests depart. You vill come directly to my cabin, yes?"
"Yes Master."
'I plan on being in Sicily talking to the cops, you bitch!' I think as she leaves.
I shower, and carefully dry off before returning to my cabin, within ten minutes the medic arrives to replace my bandages.
He's brought me a new book, and four bottles of water, along with an antibiotic, and pain killers.
We don't dare speak, so I take his hand and shake it, he looks at me with a confused expression, but says nothing.
He closes the hatch, and I settle down to wait for Vanya.
I estimate the time to be close to eleven pm when Vanya rushes in. She's wearing a little black dress, sexy high heeled sandals, and her hair and make up are perfect.
"Hurry Vill, we only have four or five hours to escape!"
"Have you got the remote?"
"Yes, it's topside."
"Vanya!!!"
"Vill, come on! I promise I'll release you once you kill Boris. They know you're locked up so the blame vould fall on me, now can ve hurry please?"
We rush upstairs, to find bodies sprawled everywhere.
Igor and his brother are sitting on a leather sofa, empty bottles of Vodka laying next to their feet.
Boris is face down on the table with Natasha's brother passed out next to him.
I don't see Alexis, Natasha, or Anna, and that worries me immensely, but Vanya grabs my arm and pulls me toward Boris.
"Vill, we need to hurry damn it! Kill Boris and ve go to my cabin for the remote and a change of clothes."
"You go change, I'll take care of your husband!"
"I need to vatch, I need to see the bastard die!"
"Fine, but if you're lying about freeing me!"
"Fuck... Fine vait here." She kicks off her heels and runs to her cabin, returning within minutes with a little black cylinder.
She presses a button and my bracelets pop open, and fall to the floor.
"Now do you believe me? Kill Boris and I remove your collar, and ve can sail avay to safety."
"Ok Vanya, I believe you."
I grab the ice pick from the bar and slide it in to Boris's skull at the base of his neck.
I immediately throw up everything in my stomach, and then some. It takes me ten minutes to compose myself before I turn to Vanya.
"Are you satisfied? Please remove the collar, love."
"I vant you to cut his throat, I von't believe he's dead until you do."
Knowing he's already dead helps my queasy stomach do the deed. I grab the carving knife out of the roast, grab his hair, lift his head and slice his throat from ear to ear.
I am looking at Vanya the whole time, and see the excitement in her eyes as she watches her husband bleed out all over the table.
Seeing me staring at her, she smiles, raises the remote, and presses a button.
My collar emits a high pitched whine, and for a split second, I think the bitch betrayed me, and my head was about to explode... But the collar pops open.
I yank it off as I drop the knife and run to her. She goes behind the bar and grabs a sealed bottle of water.
"Rinse your mouth before you try to kiss me, lover."
I follow her to her cabin, and actually use her tooth brush to quickly clean my mouth as she changes into jeans, a t-shirt, and cross trainers.
She points at the bed and I find khaki's a polo shirt, and hiking boots.
My new clothes are a bit big, especially the boots, but they're temporary, so fuck it.
Vanya opens the safe and I see jewelry, and stacks of Euros and Dollars. She quickly throws it all in a backpack, and says, "ve have a boat vaiting, let's go lover.
I want to stop in Anna's cabin for some retribution, but Vanya drags me toward the boarding ladder.
"Wait, what about the cook! Shouldn't we rescue her too?"
"There's no time, besides, my remote von't vork on her collar, she can't leave the ship!"
"Ok, but I plan on coming back with the police!"
We climb into the launch, and head due North. I figure we'll either hit Sicily, or Italy.
After twenty minutes I hear a low boom and see a flash in the sky, and pray we can outrun the storm.
After two hours Vanya says, Vill, you can't go to the authorities."
"What? Why the fuck not?"
"Because you'll go to jail for murdering Boris! Ve left the knife and ice pick, and they both have your fingerprints on them."
"Fuck fuck fuck!!! We have to go back then!"
"Vill, think about it, it's two hours back, and the ship vas still sailing, ve don't know vhere it even is."
"God dammit! How do I explain my kidnapping? I can't let them get away with kidnapping and enslaving people!"
"Vhat choice do you have? It's our vord against theirs. Ve have no evidence, they have the knife and ice pick. Igor is a respected billionaire, vith lots of connections, ve are nobodies, vith no resources."
"But they kidnap and murder people!"
"I'm sorry Vill, but if you insist on going to the police, I von't go vith you. I plan on disappearing, never to be found again, you can come vith me, ve'll go to your embassy and tell them you vere robbed."
"Shit! I don't know Vanya! Somebody has to stop them!"
"Vill, stop and think about it, by the time the Italian authorities mobilize, the ship vill be in Spanish vaters."
"And by the time they involve the Spanish police, Igor vould have killed all the slaves, thrown them overboard, and removed any evidence."
"You knew all this! You knew, and lied to me?"
"Look, I see land ahead, ve should be there soon."
"Vanya, answer me damn it!"
"Yes Vill, I knew, but I needed your help to escape, and you needed mine, no?"
"Fuck! Yeah, I needed your help, but I didn't need you lying to me! How can I ever trust you again?"
"Oh Vill, vhy must you say that? Didn't I free you from the collar, and from those evil people?"
"Yes Vanya, you did, it's my anger getting the better of me, I'm sorry."
"Set the auto pilot and come show me, lover."
I join her on the back bench, and she slides out of her jeans. Her hand grabs a hold of my hair, and guides my head between her thighs.
My anxious tongue eagerly licks her moist lips and she moans in pleasure. My tongue penetrates to find her button, and she writhes in pleasure as I tease her relentlessly.
I use one then two fingers to fuck her as I continue eating her, and she quickly orgasms.
"Take your clothes off Lover, I vant you to fuck me hard!"
I quickly strip off my shirt and pants, and she takes my semi erect cock in her mouth. Her lips move up and down my shaft as she bobs her head.
I close my eyes and throw my head back, she is fuckin fantastic at giving head.
Vanya stops and lays back on the bench. "Fuck me Vill, please fuck me."
I climb between her thighs and guide my cock into her hot, tight pussy. I penetrate her, and go all the way in.
"Faster, harder, I vant you pounding me, love."
I speed up, thrusting furiously, making her moan and shudder with pleasure, she's on her fifth orgasm when I grunt, and blow my load.
I lay on top of her panting when she nips my ear with her teeth. "Eat me again, lover!" She whispers.
I look at her and want to say no, and that I'm not a slave anymore, but the look of lust in her eyes seduces me into eating her cream pie.
I go down on her with my tongue, licking my own cum out of her dripping snatch. Her hand grabs my hair and forces my face deep enough that my nose actually brushes her clit.
She orgasms twice more, before pushing my head away, and laying back.
I stand up and notice we're about 150 yards from an empty beach, so I grab my clothes, and head for the wheel.
Vanya dresses and joins me at the wheel, and we share a kiss.
"Vill, ve need to turn the boat around and send it back out to sea."
"Why? Can't we just beach it and run?"
"Vill, your fingerprints are all over it, if someone reports it to the police, they vill track it back to the ship."
"Right, and Igor will know where we are. You thought of everything, haven't you?"
"I've had two long years to plan, I just needed my Knight in shining armor to come to my rescue."
Vanya kisses me again, and I can't believe I'm actually falling for her.
"Don't get dressed, you can drop me and your clothes on the beach, then turn the boat around, and head out. After you get past the vaves, svim back to the beach, ok?"
"But won't somebody find it adrift?"
"Not if you pull the bilge cocks first, now let's remove those bandages, ve'll replace them after you dry off."
"Ah, very smart, my love."
I drop her on the beach with my clothes and her backpack, and head back out to sea. After 100 yards I set the auto pilot, and pull the bilge drain stoppers.
I go back to the wheel, and kick the throttle up to full before diving off the stern. I tread water for a minute and watch the launch speed away.
'Fuck this water burns! I curse as I start my long swim back to shore.
I try to ignore the pain from my wounds as I maintain my stroke.
'At least I don't reek of sex any longer,' I think as I approach shore.
The water's about waist deep when I stand and start wading toward shore.
Vanya is waving and smiling as I walk in. I'm knee deep when she drops her pack, aims a pistol, and shoots me twice in the chest.
I fall back and the stars fade to black...
I wake up in a small country hospital, as soon as the nurse see's my eyes open, she runs from the room.
The nurse returns with a doctor, and a police man. The Doctor speaks to me in Italian, which I don't understand,
I shake my head and weakly point at a glass of water. The nurse slips a straw between my parched lips, and allows me to wet my dry throat.
"American, no comprendo Italiano," I manage to rasp out.
The cop and doctor hold a rapid fire conversation before the cop leaves the room.
"You rest now, sleep," the doctor says in broken English.
I sleep on and off for two days, which gives me time to formulate a story.
On day three, three men arrive with the doctor, one of them is the cop, guy number two looks like the cop's boss judging by the fancier uniform.
But it's guy number three who introduces himself as Walter Marsdon, Deputy Legal Attaché for the good ole USA, that I want to talk to.
"Can you tell me your name?"
"William H Bronson, from Chicago."
"Well Bill, you're lucky to be alive! If a local hadn't heard the shots, you would have died..."
Can you tell me how you wound up on a remote beach on Sicily, with whip lashes all over your back, and two bullets in your chest?"
"Can I have some water?"
Walt asks the doctor in perfect Italian, and the doc nods his permission.
I drink my fill and finally say, "would you like to record this?"
"Oh, yes, give me a moment." He reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a digital recorder. "Please proceed."
"From the beginning?"
"Absolutely, the more details we have, the better."
I start out by telling him of my graduation, and travel across Europe, (All of which is easily verifiable.) Until I got to Crete.
"I went out drinking and dancing the night before they snatched me.."
"What do you mean snatched?"
"Let me tell you everything while it's fresh in my mind, I'll answer your questions when I'm done, ok?"
"Sure Bill, take your time."
"I remember I was hung over, and overslept, missing my cruise ship from Crete to Sicily. I remember checking out of my hotel around Noon, and was on the docks looking for passage here when four guys jumped me."
"I fought with them but was over powered. I was bound and they threw a bag over my head before being thrown into a dark smelly hold on an old boat.
"I noticed right away my kidnappers spoke Arabic, and panic set in. I knew I was in trouble, and had to escape."
"We arrived in Libya? I'd guess, around 11, or Midnight, and they threw me into the trunk of a car. We drove for five or six hours before stopping, and I was hustled into a warehouse, just as the sun was coming up. I was led down some stairs to a cell in the basement."
"My first day of captivity they stripped me of my clothes, hung me up by my wrists and cut my chest. The leader of the group got really pissed, and started yelling at the four guys."
"He must have called a Doctor, because I was led to a cot, and the Doc sewed me up. I assumed at that point I was probably going to be sold to Al Qaeda, or some other terrorist group, and the leader wanted me as healthy as possible."
"Day two I managed to work my arms from behind me to the front of my body, and remove my hood. I was caught before I could replace my hood, and that's when they used a bull whip on me."
"Once again they brought in a Doctor to care for my wounds, he took care of me for five days, making sure I was given antibiotics, food and plenty of water."
"On the afternoon of the sixth day I heard a lot of arguing above me. Then someone fired a gun, and I heard a guy crying out in anguish."
"That night an older man came down and cut my bonds, he pulled my hood off and beckoned me to follow him. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I went with him."
"He led me upstairs, and found a filthy robe for me to wear. He led me to another old boat and started the engine, raising an alarm across the waterfront."
"We escaped the harbor, running without lights to avoid any pursuit, but they still managed to get close enough to shoot at us. The old man who saved my life, was shot in the head, but I managed to avoid being shot, and to stay ahead of my pursuers... I never did find out why he helped me, or have a chance to thank him."
"I ran as fast as the old boat would run,
"I stripped off the filthy robes, and dirty bandages for the swim to shore, when I got within 150 yards. I cut the engine just as the sun was rising, and started swimming."
"I was knee deep and wading toward shore when one of my kidnappers rose from the sand and shot me, that's all I remember."
"Wow! That's a hell of a story, do you remember when you were on Crete?"
"July 26th or 27th, I'm not exactly sure."
"How do you know your captors were speaking Arabic?"
"I've lived in London for a couple of years now, I recognize it, even though I don't speak it."
"Right, how do you know you were in Libya?"
"Deductive reasoning, and I drove the boat due North and ended up here."
The questions and answers go on for two more hours before the doctor throws them out so I can rest.
Walt and his shadows return the next day, and he's all smiles.
"Bill, your story checks out up until the afternoon of July 26th. On behalf of the US government I would like to apologize for the terrible event that has befallen you, and offer you first class transportation home as soon as the doctor releases you."
"Furthermore your government shall cover all expenses pertaining to your harrowing adventure. If there's anything you need, here's my card, don't hesitate to call."
The doctor decides to hold me two more days to be safe, so I have my new bestest friend Wally get me the London Times.
The headline reads...
'Russian Billionaire and family killed in mysterious explosion aboard luxury yacht. Lost and presumed dead are the Captain, crew. Igor Robina, his brother Ivan, his children Boris and Alexis, as well as Ivan's children Georgi and Natasha Robina, are unaccounted for.'
'The only surviving member of the family is Vanya Robina, wife of Boris, who happened to remain on Sicily to finish up some personal business. Vanya was scheduled to fly to Monaco to rejoin her husband on August 8th, instead she flies home to Montenegro, await word from search and rescue.''
The nurse runs in alarmed when I throw the vase of flowers Uncle Sam bought me, across the room. I burst out laughing at the insanity of the situation.
'That ruthless psycho bitch is brilliant! Not only did she get me to kill her husband, but she goes on to murder the whole fucking family. And I can't tell anybody, without implicating myself!'
I fly home first class on the ninth, and I'm swarmed by reporters as soon as I exit the plane.
'WTF?' Apparently my good pal Waldo, told somebody my story, and they told somebody, who whispered in the ear of a NY Times reporter...Etc etc etc.'
Here we are one year later, my book reached number one on both the NY Times and Amazon best seller's list. I've done all the talk shows, and the movie starring Sean Maher opens next week.
Yeah, I'm living the life of a celebrity, and have made millions off of a lie, but who would believe the truth anyway?
Vanya went on to inherit everything, she sold the oil business for seventeen billion dollars, and Forbes has her net worth set somewhere in the neighborhood of Christy Walton.
They never did find the bodies, only the wreckage plus lots and lots of sharks, Vanya is never suspected of the crime.
Here I am, living it up in Las Vegas, I swore to myself I'd never go near an ocean, beach, or boat ever again.
The truly amazing part of my story is I've come to love being bound and dominated by women.
Something in my psyche must have snapped because I can't maintain a relationship with vanilla women.
So my relationships consist of sessions with pro Dominatrix's, in fact I have a new Domme coming over any minute now...There she is.
She arrives, and she's in her early twenties, we sit down over coffee to negotiate kinks and safe words. I excuse myself to use the bathroom, and when I return she's wandering around my penthouse Condo.
We finish our coffee and negotiations, and she requests I head to the 'dungeon' while she 'slips into her uniform.' I head into the spare bedroom I have set up as a play space, and kneel and await my new Mistress.
A familiar feeling overwhelms me and I black out once again.
I wake up chained to a table naked, and judging by the rocking motion, I'm on a fucking ship!
I look to my right and there's the new Domme, also chained naked to a table.
I hear the sounds of stiletto heels striking the steel deck, so I squeeze my eyes closed and pray.
I feel a person climb up on the table, and a bare, wet pussy sit on my flaccid cock.
I open my eyes to the gorgeous, psychotic face of Vanya.
She smiles down before saying, "hello slave, miss me? I sure missed you, or your heart rather...How close did I get?"
I swallow hard before replying, "You missed by about five centimeters, Mistress."
She smiles beatifically at the word Mistress. "Oh slave, life's been positively boring without you to play with."
She leans down and kisses me deeply, I feel her pussy wrap around my hardening cock.
Her hips start grinding as she moves her lips next to my ear and whispers, "But I'm afraid you're too dangerous to let live, you see, you know all my secrets, and I can't allow that. You understand, don't you?"
I know that as soon as I cum I'm a dead man, so I try everything I can think of to prolong my orgasm.
"But Mistress, I'll serve you faithfully, and keep my mouth shut. I was so lost without you, I had to hire cheap impersonators just to get off. Please let me live, I live to serve you my Goddess."
She's close to orgasm, and her sexy moans has me close as well. A few more minutes of hard bouncing has us both cuming at the same time.
Once more she smiles her beautifully evil smile as she stands turns around, and sits on my face for a pussy cleaning.
She's humming a toon as I lick her clean, after a few more orgasms she lowers her ass completely over my face, slowly suffocating me.
I try to bite her, but there's nothing for my teeth to bite into.
Her humming turns into singing and the last thing I ever hear is..."If I only had a Heart..."
'EXTRA EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT IT...
Catalina fisherman nets headless, heartless human torso...
The LA Times has learned that a headless, torso was fished out of the Pacific yesterday, local authorities say the body is that of a white male, age late 20's. An anonymous source tells us that the murder is probably drug related because the victim is missing his head, hands, and his heart was carved out of his chest, and judging by the scars across his back, he was tortured at one point...."
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