A NEED FOR SPEED
The Start of Jessie and Nicole’s New Life

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 1 ]

The sleek motor yacht rode quietly at her mooring just of the Panamanian shore at the Atlantic entrance to the Panama Canal. In her current pleasure boat form she belied her origins as a Vosper fast attack boat with four twenty-four cylinder Rolls Royce engines that had moved her heavily armed and armored shape at twenty six knots. In her current stripped down civilian rigging, she would easily do thirty-plus.

Her last commander had bought her when she had been decommissioned and had his pleasure boat shipyard refitted as a showpiece of what his yard was capable of.

This evening, her owners and his best friend’s families lay quietly in their luxurious accommodations. Most of the ex-naval crew slept quietly in theirs, except for a lone night watch, armed with a nine-millimeter pistol, sat in the wheelhouse, drinking coffee, and watching the reddish morning light, creep slowly over the horizon.

The night watchman never even heard the man who slit his throat in one well-practiced stroke. The rest of the crewmembers died in their bunks. Shot with silenced pistols, as were the two adult couples sleeping in the expansive staterooms.

The boards slipped her mooring lines and on one engine moved her quietly away from among the anchored ships and out into the South Atlantic. By nine AM, she was under full speed, her captors dumping her original passengers and crews weighted bodies over the side into her fantail wake. The pirates had dressed themselves in the uniforms of their victims, to conceal their act of piracy, from any casual surveillance.They had an ocean class boat fast enough to outrun any drug patrols, that would make deliveries to waiting customers ships offshore much easier from now on.

A Gift of Playthings

The man on watch at the bow almost jumped out of his skin when, what he had thought was a slung piece of netting moved, rolled and dislodged two nude little female bodies. Each little tanned all over preteen female rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and yawing as they walked towards him.

“What time is it?” The little blonde-haired one inquired.

“Did we miss breakfast?” The dark haired one inquired.

“Why are we moving so fast?” The blond haired asked.

“I told you we should have worn a watch.” The dark haired one said to the other as they walked past the stunned pirate.

“The hatch leading to the kitchen is right there.” The blond informed the other.

“Maybe if we kiss the chef he will make breakfast for us.” The dark haired one replied.

“Maybe if our parents see us in the buff on deck we will spend the rest of the trip locked in our cabins.” The Blond one noted.

By now, four more of the pirates had come up on deck, drawn by the sounds of two unexpected survivors.

They were quite amused to watch the two little girls, who appeared to have no idea the real crew and the four who were their parents were dead and shark food, walk calmly towards them.

“Who the hell are you?” Their leader barked as he strode out of the wheelhouse. “And where did you come from?”

“Sorry to disturb you Captain.” The blond one replied. “We slept up on deck last night, and are on our way back to our cabins.”

“Grab them.” He ordered and the four adult men closed in on the two little preteens.

They struggled, screamed, cried out for their parents to save them; all to no avail as the men easily captured the two unsuspecting helpless females.

“Your parents are shark bait and soon you will join them.’ He callously informed the two trembling little girls, his men held in front of him.

“NOOOOO!” The girls screamed, tears running down their faces.

“String them up by their wrists from the fantail.” He ordered. The men swiftly bound the two little girls carrying them over their shoulders towards the stern. Squeals and screams came from their mouths as the rough fingers of the men explored the tender morsels in their grasp.

At the fantail, two little girls hung from the booms used to lower the large rubber dinghy into the water.

“Slash their legs and lower them into the water, then let them amuse us as they become shark food.” He ordered and walked off.

A man drew his knife, slashed each little girl’s thigh and then watched as their struggling bodies were lowered into the boiling water pushed out by the four screws revolving far below.

“Pleaseeeee!” The dark haired one cried as her head disappeared under water. “We will be good girls.”

“What kind of good girls?” The man with the knife inquired as they were hauled back up.

“Man pleasing little girls.” She replied, as they frantically drew air into their lungs.

“Dunk them again.” He ordered and the two little girls screamed as they were lowered into the ship’s wake.

They almost drowned little bodies were spurting water from their mouths, trying to clear their lungs as they were hoisted up and swung back on board.

“I promise to please.” The little dark haired one finally gasped out.

“You too blondie?” The knifeman inquired as he held the other ones head by her hair inquired. As she nodded it a little, he took it for a yes.

“Then lets have one performance to keep you alive for now.” He instructed the dark haired one as he unzipped his pants and withdrew his burgeoning cock.