The grey Navy ship was approaching fast on the tranquill sea, under a radiant sun. It was a patrol vessel of the Sibarau class, 108 feet long, 20 feet wide at the beam, armed with one 40 mm Bofors gun and two .50 calibre machine guns, which made it a fearsome sight for pirates.
When Daniel saw it's striped red and white flag, he had been under the first impression that the ship was American, but the false impression lasted only a fleeting moment, until he realized that there weren't any white stars on a deep blue square. This sight wasn't surprising, since these waters were in the middle of the Indonesian gigantic archipelago, but it didn't bode all too well for Cho's well-being in the immediate future.
The Indonesian Navy wasn't the Canadian Navy. There were very few female officers and sailors on Indonesian ships, and if there were any, they were working in the kitchen. Jakarta had promised to improve on this, but if things were moving in the right direction, this would be a slow process.
Daniel couldn't use the radio since it was broken, so he used the Morse code flashing light on the deck, facing the Indonesian ship. He summed up the situation and repeated his message twice...
"Have been attacked by pirates. Only two survivors on ship. Possible other survivors on island."
They sent eight sailors led by an officer on two dinghies to board the ship. They were all heavily armed. They barked and gestured at Daniel, ordering him to lie down on the deck, flat on his belly with his hands behind his head, just as if he were himself a pirate! They were using extreme caution. They thoroughly searched the ship and quickly found Cho, who had lost all her ID papers.
Daniel had copies of his vital papers in a safe place in his cabin. The leading officer, a man of medium height in his thirties, had a basic knowledge of English. Once he had been searched for weapons, Daniel was allowed to stand up and speak. Following his directions, they eventually found the copy of his ID papers and thus learned that he was a Canadian national.
They took Daniel and Cho aboard their steel-grey patrol ship, where the Kapten greeted them by ordering another body search.
The men searching Cho started making some lewd remarks and whistling. Daniel didn't understand Indonesian, but the tone was unmistakable. Daniel heard "pelacur cina" several times; this, he understood. It meant "Chinese slut". He remembered reading "pelacur cina" on the title of some Indonesian porn videos featuring a Chinese girl. (Kapten = rank equivalent of Navy Lieutenant)
"She's an American citizen! Amerika!" Daniel said, pointing at Cho.
The first lieutenant spoke sternly to the men searching Cho, and they immediately began more professional. However, the Kapten took him aside later and the two officers had an intense discussion bordering on the argument. The Kapten had to give the firest lieutenant a point; that poor girl was completely exhausted, and there was very little doubt as to what the pirates had done with such a beautiful girl. Orders were given to have Cho attended only by the men he knew were gay.
Daniel was escorted to a tiny, squalid cabin, which he wasn't allowed to leave without an escort. From what he could gather, they suspected him of being a spy, which he took as a bullshit story. Daniel felt pretty bad for Cho. What was about to follow was pretty obvious to him. Indonesians were generally hostile to Chinese. There was nothing he could do. Without her papers, Cho could be very easily mistaken for a Chinese girl. The Indonesian Kapten probably didn't believe his story of Cho being an American citizen.
Daniel broke down and sobbed bitterly over Cho's fate; he felt immense guilt as he thought back of when he had shamelessly raped Cho. Yet, some evil part whithin himself felt turned on at the idea of Cho getting massively gang-raped by the ship's crew. He hoped he was wrong and only imagining things; he felt so weary.
The Navy patrol ship had only three officers and sixteen sailors. A few of the crew were gay and most of the other sailors, like the first lieutenant, were quite professional. One was a woman. Cho was well attended for. The nurse practitioner examined her and treated her the best he could. She was to be transferred to the hospital as soon as they'd dock in Jakarta.
They gave Daniel and Cho very good food, serving them plenty of rice with creamy coconut sauce with strong curry, and lots of tea. This was a far cry from the Chef Boyardee pastas they had been eating on the stranded ship, which was eventually retrieved by the company.
Kapten Pratan Lestari was in his early forties and quite frustrated with his career. His younger brother was already a frigate commander while he was still commanding a small patrol ship. Cho was a good opportunity to take his frustration on something while getting intense sexual gratification. He loved shooting loads of cum inside these little Chinese bitches!
One night, he gave orders to have Cho brought to him in his cabin. He gave Cho some tea, which was drugged. She passed out, remaining alone with the Kapten and two wicked crewmembers that he had handpicked for the assignment. They raped Cho between the three of them, using all her fuckholes.
Since she was drugged, Cho experienced the entire ordeal as some confused dream where bronze-skinned men kept mounting her or forcing their dicks inside her mouth while calling her "pelacur cina" (Chinese slut) and bellowing other vulgar slurs in Indonesian as they relieved themselves and vented out their anti-Chinese feelings inside her.
They mercifully used liberal amounts of lubricating lotion with a spermicide agent. Among other act of humiliation, the Kapten enjoyed splashing Bintang beer on Cho's breasts and licking it all off, before setting himself on top of her and relieving himself inside her half-unconscious body. One he was finished, he immensely enjoyed watching his crewmen do the same.
There was only one woman on the ship. She was 23 years old and a cook by the name of Bulan. A third of the ship's crew and officers had fucked or raped her at one point or another.
Bulan had heard word about a very large Canadian being held a prisoner. She played some angles, giving a blowjob to the right person, so she could take a look for herself at this big Canadian. One evening, she directly served him his dinner.
She liked what she saw. She smiled at him with lights of lust in her eyes. This man looked so exotic to her! He was so gigantic! Bulan only stood five feet tall.
At that point, Daniel had earned the privilege of remaining in his small cabin without handcuffs. He was walked on the bridge twice a day for some fresh air; the Kapten wasn't a monster after all. He even invited him in his cabin and played cards with him, offering him some beer and a Havana cigar.
Daniel was never allowed anywhere near Cho. Whenever he was asking about her, they gave the same answer... Cho was well attended.
Bulan gave another blowjob to the coxswain, a fat, disgusting man, yet an efficient sailor, who arranged a one-on-one meeting between her and the big Canadian man.
Bulan was a beautiful Indonesian woman, with a spotless face of a fascinating mocha complexion. She had a delicate nose and an exotic pair of dark brown eyes with jet-black hair that fell in loose strands all the way down to her lower back now that she had untied them.
She didn't speak any English and Daniel spoke no Indonesian. Daniel couldn't believe his luck when he saw Bulan undoing the buttons of her uniform shirt right in front of him. She wasn't wearing anything under it, so the shirt immediately opened as a widening vee on the intimate smoothness of her boobs.
Daniel felt his dick quickly surging up as he saw Bulan's naked breasts in their delicious mocha-cream complexion. She had B-cups of exotic fullness that rode high and firm on her chest with puffy brown nipples that highlighted her exotic splendour!
Daniel immediately began sucking Bulan's breasts; he was delighted and wildly aroused by this improbable union between a French Canadian and a woman from Java Island. The perfume and flavor of her breasts were mysterious and had definite notes of vanilla and nutmeg.
He ended up fucking Bulan while lying down on the cabin floor and holding her tight, cupping her butt as he kept plowing her deep while she bounced herself back and forth on top of him, whimpering and panting her pleasure right against his face and kissing him repeatedly while he kept banging her.
This was a very good fuck; not quite as intense as with Cho, but a solid fuck nonetheless. After she had taken his first load inside her, Bulan sucked Daniel's dick hard again so he could mount her doggy style. He bucked her like an Alberta breeding stallion and heard her bellowing all sorts of wild things in Indonesian as she hit a strong climax, seconds before he let go another hefty load of cum to fill her up properly.
Bulan left as soon as it was over. Daniel felt sad. He had made up his mind. After all this ordeal, he was flying back to Quebec. He was going to miss the bright turquoise sea under the tropical sun with the palm trees rustling under a warm wind, but he had also been missing Quebec's long, white winters. It had been years since he had last seen a thicket of fir trees.
When the ship arrived in Jakarta, the Kapten was arrested by the Military Police along with the two sailors who had been his confederates in creally abusing Cho. His first lieutenant had concealed a camera in the Kapten's cabin and he was going to use the damning evidence at the court martial.
EPILOGUE
Daniel was soon released from Indonesian custody and immediately flew back to Montreal, from Jakarta via Sydney, Honolulu and Vancouver. Lastly, he took the bus from Montreal to Quebec City, where he quickly found work in the ferry service on St. Lawrence River. He started weightlifting again with plans of competing in the Masters Heavyweight division (up to 109 kilos / Masters = age groups of athletes over 35 years old). He had trimmed down his weight to 225 pounds of lean muscle, which gave him a leaner and more attractive face. He wanted to find himself a cute girlfriend he could fuck to his heart's content. He was missing Cho. He was even missing Bulan and Sandy. And Stacy too.
Lauren, the Aussie bank executive, eventually escaped from her forced marriage and captivity. Once back in Melbourne, she wrote a book about her experience, where she recounted in detail how she and her husband were captured by pirates of Samoan ethnicity, and how her husband ended up being murdered by tribesmen somewhere in the Java Sea along with the other male prisoners. It became a best-seller that stirred some controversy due to the sordid depictions of gang-rapes and the reference to cannibalism.
Kim was never seen again in the civilized world. She became the wife of the tribal chief and gave him twelve healthy children. She learned to speak their language and to cook according to their customs. She was first introduced to their art of cooking when these cannibals ate her husband and the other slaughtered male prisoners. Kim showed the tribal chief different yoga poses and some interesting sex positions. Once a year, there was a special day when social order was reversed; the wife of the chief was captured by the warriors and led into a lively ceremony where they all ended up gang-fucking her. Kim greatly enjoyed this special day. She eventually convinced her husband to make this special day twice a year.
Stacy and Sandy became wives to tribal warriors and servants to Kim. No one ever saw them again nor heard of them outside of that small island in the middle of Java Sea. They bore children, cooked food, sucked cocks and got fucked every night.
Cho was recognized by a U.S. official when the Navy patrol ship docked in Jakarta. When her plane touched down in New York, it all felt incredibly surreal to her. She was like a soulless zombie, but her iron-resilient body was rallying and recovering. Cho set out on a quest to regain her sense of self.
King Haku had made a fatal mistake in chosing this island that he didn't know well enough. The American Navy heard of U.S. citizens disappearing in these waters. Their destroyer got helped by two Aussie patrol ships; they hunted down the pirates all the way to their hide-out village. King Haku and his men were taken and delivered to the Indonesian authorities.
However, Indonesia doesn't have a clear anti-piracy law, and King Haku got a lenient sentence thanks to legal loopholes. Only a year later, he was roaming the Java Sea again, like a tiger shark, a menace for unsuspecting tourists!
While he was in prison, Haku lifted weights and read a book about the meaning of life and parallel universes. He kept saying that he himself and the world didn't truly exist, that he was only a character in some cheap novel. The prison authorities began to think he had become nuts and made the mistake of thinking he wouldn't do much harm in the future. They set him free.
In New York City, Cho went back to her old job and moved through her existence like a zombie. From time to time, she hooked up with some large guy --- a bouncer, a football player or some guy like that --- and got herself a very rough fuck. She was unable to form any lasting relationship. Cho became a user on a forum called Ravishu, where she met other rape survivors and got to read stories of gang-rape where she could sometimes identify with a female character. This proved very therapeutic. Her favorite writer was a user named JustJess33.
Daniel met a girl when he least expected it. The tale is quite crazy in itself.
He had remained pretty badly shaken by all which he had gone through from the pirates to his captivity on an Indonesian Navy ship. He went to see a psychiatrist. However, this female practitioner was gone on a holiday, but he agreed to sit for two hours and go through an extensive initial assessment with a young intern, who happened to be an Asian girl, petite with black hair and perky assets. She immediately sparked Daniel's interest.
However, Daniel remained calm and went through the questions, giving long and detailed explanations as he answered. Jade, the 22-year-old intern, began asking him more details as to what the big, Samoan pirates did with the female captives. The more details Daniel gave, the more Jade asked.
Daniel began to describe how King Haku had first raped Cho. Jade became intensely aroused! The more Daniel spoke, the closer Jade slid her chair toward Daniel as she was getting positively turned on! She started undoing the top buttons of her professional-looking blouse. She also undid her hair and let it fall loose on her shoulders!
Jade ended up with her back pinned on her desk, her white blouse wide-open and exposing her perky breasts after she had begged Daniel to rip off her bra. Daniel tucked her black skirt all the way up her waist before urgently removing her panties as she moaned in wild anticipation, her pussy soaking wet even before Daniel pushed his cock inside.
While Daniel banged her on her desk, the cute young intern kept whimpering and describing how the big, Samoan pirates were gang-raping her with their huge dicks!
Asian girls are God's gift to men!
The End.
Note: I hope you enjoyed this little adventure on the high seas. In this story, like in many other of my stories, I took some licence as to the amount of rapes and thrashing women can endure. Keep in mind that this is a fantasy story. As always, it is to be read by consenting adults only.
With King Haku out on the sea again, the door is open for a sequel! I don't know what it's going to look like exactly, but I'm certain that some Aussie girl will be featured in it and there will be at least one mention of vegemite.
