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From: Black Demon <natas@aloha.net>
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Subject: {ASSM} Cruise Ship Captives (m/f, i/r, n/c)
Date: Tue,  3 Apr 2001 03:10:02 -0400
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                  Cruise Ship Captives (m/f, i/r, n/c)
                                   by
                              Black Demon

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                          Standard Disclaimer!
          This is a fictional story intended for Adults only!
                 _______________________________________

The luxury cruise ship 'Islands of Pleasure' was soon to embark on its
maiden voyage, for a week long trip from Charleston to the Bahamas.
This initial cruise was to test the cruise market for Charleston as a
departure point.  Naturally, with this being the first cruise out from
the city, the majority of passengers were from the general area.
Further cruise dates would depend upon the success of the initial cruise
as other cities also were in consideration as the departure point.  The
ship would hold over 2,000 guests and nearly 800 crew members for the
pleasure cruise.  Many of the guests would be couples, both young and
old, on vacation and even newlyweds on their honeymoon.  All the guests
were looking forward to the life of leisure and being catered to for the
next week.  The crew, however, knew they would have a week of hard work
ahead catering to all the demands make upon them by the tourists on
board.

One crew member was anxiously awaiting for the passengers to board the
ship, anxious to see all the beautiful women, especially the beautiful
white women.  Having worked on ships for over 15 years, Omar Shoron had
obtained the position that he had always desired, now basically in
charge of the crew.  With this new position, he had all the information
that was essential for him to accomplish his goals, that being to
satisfy his lust for soft white flesh.  He just loved the feel of a
beautiful white woman struggling in his arms as he took her by force.

Over the years, he had raped several women on cruise ships while he was
a crew member.  Most of the women were too ashamed to tell the man they
had come with of being raped.  They could not identify him, never
getting a glimpse of him in the pitch black inner cabin where he had
quickly dragged them into.  Only one rape had been reported but the
international law of the seas prevailed and the crime basically went
without any investigation, especially with the raped beauty leaving the
ship once it returned to port.

As the passengers began to board, Omar would search out for the
beautiful women that caught his fancy.  He would then greet the young
beauty and her escort, asking for their cabin number so he could direct
them or have a crew member escort them to their cabin.  But he always
made notes in his folder as to the beauty's description and of course
her cabin number.  By the time all the passengers had boarded and the
ship was about to depart, he looked through his notebook and smiled as
he had made notes on nearly twenty women.  He knew he had missed some
beauties when he had been busy with the others and would add them to his
list of potentials.  He licked his lips, wondering just how many of
these beauties he would be able to sate his lust upon.

With his basic duties being to oversee the crew, he had a lot of spare
time when he so desired.  One aspect of the new position gave him
knowledge of any vacant cabins, his master key giving him access to all
the cabins on board the ship.  The few vacant cabins would be in the
interior of the ship as all outer cabins were preferential ones and all
taken.  He loved the inner cabins, for with no window in the cabin, it
would be total darkness once the door was closed.  That would mean that
the victim would be unable to identify him unless she got to see him
before he got her into the cabin.  He definitely did not want to get
caught, did not want to have the beauty's husband come walking in at the
wrong time, thus he did not want to take the chance of making his move
on the beauty in her own cabin even if she had an inner cabin.

That first day out from port was quite hectic and the couples were cozy
together, not leaving any opportunity to getting the young beauty
alone.  That evening, Omar sat in his bunk circling the cabins where the
beautiful women were located and the cabins that were not occupied.
With most of the ship's cabins filled, he would have to eliminate half
of the beauties on his list.  He studied the layout on which of the
remaining beauties were located near a vacant cabin, making them the
more ideal prospect.  Still, from this point on it would be by pure
chance that he would come upon the beauty in a vulnerable time when her
hubby or boyfriend was occupied elsewhere.

The second day of the cruise was one of frustration for Omar,
unsuccessful in all three times that he had been about to abduct his
beautiful prey.  On each occasion, other passengers happened along the
corridor where the beauty's cabin was located, making it impossible for
him to achieve his goal.  On one of the occasions, he was just about to
grab the beautiful bitch when another couple rounded the corner into
that same corridor, allowing the young beauty to escape his clutches.
He had been tempted to go right in there after the couple passed out of
sight but that would allow his victim to identify him in the light,
forcing him to give up the chase.

The next evening, Omar observed one of the beauties on his list going
into the casino.  Checking up on his casino crew was his excuse for
being in there as he continued to watch the lovely beauty.  They were a
married couple as evidenced by her large diamond ring and wedding band
adoring her finger.  She was a beautiful blonde, in her early 30's, with
trim white legs.  Omar's cock twitched in his pants at the thought of
getting between her sexy white legs.

Melissa and Brad Moore were taking the cruise to celebrate their 10th
anniversary.  They were still very much in love after going with each
other from their second year in college.  They now had two children, a
boy and a girl, ages 7 and 5 respectively.  Melissa's parents were
caring for the children while they were away on the cruise.  At the age
of 32, Melissa's beauty had men's heads turning whenever she passed.
She had kept her trim figure, weighing a trim 115 lbs, standing at 5'4"
in height.  Melissa enjoyed her job as an interior designer while Brad
was moving up in the banking business.

As they had dined in the main dining room, the attire called for
passengers' attire to be suits for men and dresses for the women.  That
evening, before going to the casino, Melissa wore the black evening
dress that she brought with her, along with black nylons and 3" black
heels.  She looked so elegant that even the captain came up to her to
pay her a compliment.  Her long shoulder length blonde hair and baby
blue eyes had many men's cock twitching in their pants at her beauty.
But her elegant appearance had another admirer casing her every movement
that night, hoping that she would somehow let her guard down and fall
into his snare.

Omar watched as the couple began gambling, with the husband going to the
blackjack table while his beautiful wife wandered over to the slot
machines.  He could tell she wasn't much of a gambler in the way and
amount that she played, noticing her yawn a couple of times as she
pulled the handle to the slot machine.  'Perhaps, my fortune will change
tonight!' he hoped, just aching to sink his throbbing cock into that
white beauty.  Rechecking his chart of the rooms, he noted again the
vacancy of the interior cabin just across from where the Moore's cabin
was situated.

Licking his lips, Omar watched the beautiful wife give up on the slots
and go over to stand by the blackjack table, standing behind her
husband.  After a couple of hands, when the dealer was reshuffling the
cards, he saw them embrace one another and the husband giving his
beautiful wife a slight wave.  'Ohhhh, you stupid fool, letting such a
beauty out of your sight is a crime!  Heh, heh, well, a crime is soon
going to be committed because of your stupidity and need to gamble!' he
muttered to himself as he rushed down the hallway.

Omar knew that she would be going to the elevator down four decks to her
cabin level.  Entering the crew's stairway, he quickly ran down the
steps to the 5th level and exited onto the corridor between cabins.  He
looked around as he calmly made his way to Cabin 515, right across from
where Mrs. Moore's doorway was located.  He left the cabin door open so
he could peek out the slits to assure that no one else was in the
corridor along with the unsuspecting beauty.

Everyone on the ship seemed so friendly and helpful that the Moores'
were unaware of just how unsafe a cruise ship really was.  With the crew
consisting mainly of men and women from foreign countries, plus the
international laws of the sea governing crimes, it was a sanctuary for
sexual deviants like Omar. They had not watched the recent documentary
on cruise lines and how dangerous it was, especially for a woman walking
about the ship without an escort.

Exhausted from a long exciting day on the cruise, having taking in some
sun, Melissa waited for the elevator with a group of others leaving the
casino.  As the elevator descended, the once crowded elevator was now
empty except for her as it stopped on the 5th level.  She walked down
the long corridor to her cabin and began to look for her card key as she
neared her doorway.  Unable to find her card key right away, she stood
and paused while facing the door as she searched through her purse.
Suddenly a large hand was clamped over her mouth and an arm closed
around her and the purse she had opened, then she was pulled roughly
into the cabin behind her.

It was totally dark in the interior cabin as Melissa shuddered in fear,
the hand over her mouth preventing her from screaming and the other hand
beginning to roam over her body.  Then she heard the thick foreign
accent of her assailant whisper in her ear "Ohhh, I've always dreamed of
having a sweet American beauty like you!  Tonight, you will make my
dreams come true!"  Then he threatened her to prevent her from screaming
"Yell, pretty little miss, and you will yell no more!", putting pressure
on her throat to get the point across.  He slowly removed his hand from
her mouth, hearing her sob in fear as he fondled her body.

Melissa sobbed uncontrollably, tears pouring from her eyes from the
fear.  The large hand slightly squeezing her throat kept her from
moving.  Meanwhile, her assailant's other hand was busy pulling down the
zipper in back of her dress.  The large wet tongue slobbered at her ear,
making her nauseous "You are so beautiful, Mrs. Moore!  I have watched
you all evening!  Your husband is foolish to leave you to yourself while
he gambles his money away!"

"Please ..............please  leave me alone ..........please, no .............no ............my
husband will be looking for me ...........please,  I've got some money in my
purse ....... you can have it ...........take it ........ please don't hurt me!"
Melissa sobbed.   "Please ..........no, pleaseeeeee .......................please don't do
this to me!  Please, please ...............I beg you!" she whimpered as a hand
cupped her breast, squeezing it. "Please, oh, please .................please don't
rape me ...................please!" she sobbed.

Panting in fear, Melissa realized that it had to be a crew member as he
knew her name and especially with his foreign accent.  She groaned as
the majority of the crew members that she had seen were from some
African country.  She shivered at the horrible thought of being raped by
a black man.  She shuddered as her dress was being pushed from her
shoulders, feeling it fall from her body to her feet.  Then large rough
hands began to roam over her breasts, feeling and squeezing them through
her thin lacy bra.  She felt her assailant's hands push up at the bottom
of her bra cups, pushing the material over her breasts.  She moaned as
her stiffened nipples were bared, tweaked, and pinched roughly.

Frozen to the spot, Melissa felt her assailant's free hand then move to
the waistband of her pantyhose and panties, pushing both down at the
same time to her mid-thighs.  She shuddered at the hand caressed an
inner thigh and began creeping up to her most private part.  "Ohhhhhhh
............ohhhhhhhhhhh .........ohhh, God ...............please!" she groaned as a finger
sought out her sensitive clit.  "Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Oh,
pleassssssseeeeeeeee  ...................noooooooooo!" she sobbed as her body shook
from the tremors stemming from the sensation caused by the rubbing of
her sensitive clit.  "Ahhhhhh ..........ahhhhh ............ohhhhhh!" she moaned and
sobbed in humiliation as a thick black finger began to fuck in and out
of her slick womanhood.

Omar had quickly slipped out of his clothing in the brief time he had
while awaiting his prey, making his attack with only his briefs on.
"Reach back with your hands and slip them in!  You will have the special
honor of being the first American beauty of sampling this fine African
manhood!  Now reach back with your hands to see what I have for you!" he
growled, squeezing her throat tightly to show he meant business.

Shaking in fear, Melissa reached back with both hands till her fingers
came into contact with the thin fabric of his briefs.  Nervously, she
forced herself to let her fingers slip into the elastic waistband,
forced herself to reach down into the briefs of her assailant.  She
gasped loudly as her fingers came into contact with a hot fleshy bar of
an unbelievable size, larger than she ever dreamt possible.  She
shuddered as she forced herself to grasp his thick cock.  'Ohhhhh, God
................it's so biggggggg ..........it'll kill me!  Maybe he'll be satisfied if
I bring him off with my hands!' she prayed as she squeezed her fingers
around the meaty shaft, pumping it with her fists.  She began pumping
harder and faster, wanting him to satisfy his lust right then and there,
hoping desperately that then she could escape her horrible fate.

Omar smirked as he felt her soft hands jerking at his big boner but he
knew exactly what her intentions were.   There was no denying the
pleasure of feeling the soft hands pulling at this cock, but Omar prided
himself with his control and staying power.  'We'll see who gets off
first, my sweet American beauty!' he mused as he began flicking her clit
faster and faster, delving his raping finger into her nest deeper and
deeper.

Melissa pleaded with her attacker "Please ..............please let me go
...........please, I won't tell anyone!  Don't rape me ...............please don't rape
me!  Please, don't .................I could get pregnant!"  But the constant
rubbing of her sensitive clit as the thick finger plunged in and out of
her wet slit, she couldn't stop the urge to squeeze her thighs together
around the groping hand, her cunt muscles squeezing upon the invading
finger. "Oh, oooohhhhh ......nooooo .........noooooooo" she moaned loudly as
her body betrayed her, shuddering in an unwanted climax.  Never had she
reached a climax in such a manner, nor with any man other than her
husband.  As her body shuddered in response to the climax coursing
through her body, the hand at her throat slipped down to flick at her
stiff nipples, bringing more unwanted stimulation.

"Okay, bitch!  Kick off your heels and don't get any bright ideas on
trying to spike me with'em!" Omar hissed as his hand again clamped
tightly against her throat.  He felt her shaking in fear as she stepped
onto her fallen dress, then with one thud followed by another, her heels
had been kicked off.  With that, knowing the exact layout of the
interior cabin, darkness did not hinder him in dragging the sobbing
woman to the bed.  Holding her with one hand, his other roughly pulled
down her panties and pantyhose off her legs.  Then her thin bra was
stripped from her, leaving her totally naked at this point.

Melissa sobbed and pleaded "Please .............please let me go ................please
don't rape me!  Please ............I love my husband!  Please ..............please don't
hurt me!  Don't rape me, please .............I don't want to get pregnant!" She
began crying as the attacker's hands were now fondling her breasts,
flicking her stiffened nipples, bringing unwanted stimulation to her
body.  Then the added horror of the situation flashed through her mind
'Oh, God!  I had wanted Brad to get me pregnant on our anniversary
cruise ......I can't let this black man rape me ...........I can't get pregnant by
him!'

"Oh, nooooo ......................nooooooooooooo!" she moaned as the huge muscular
frame descended upon her, forcing itself between her legs.  "Please
.............oh, please ..............please, please let me go ................please don't rape
me! Please ............I beg you ..............please, please don't hurt me!" she
whimpered in fear.

Feeling the thick blunt shaft part her moist slit, she could do nothing
to escape this vicious rape, knowing from the size of his cock that it
would surely tear her apart.  The pain of the initial intrusion was so
great that she forced herself to spread her legs wider  in order to ease
the pain.  "Noooooooo ........ohhhhhhh .......ohhhhhh .................ohhh, please
...................please don't ..............argghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Melissa screamed as the
cock plunged into her tight channel.  Then her rapist began to stab into
her, deeper and deeper, till it plunged all the way into her fertile
womb.  "Oh, my God ..........oh ......oh ......oh ......oh ......oh ........oh, no .........oh, nooooooo
.....................oh, Godddddddddddd, nooooo!" she screamed as her body betrayed
her, her legs crossing over to wrap themselves around her rapist and
arching up into his now spurting cock.

An hour after abducting the sweet American beauty, Omar got into his
clothing.  Feeling for his camera, two blinding flashes soon went off,
capturing the beautiful woman naked in her soiled disgrace.  He leaned
over the sobbing woman, licking her inner ear, whispering "Nothing
better than a big African cock, huh, my sweet American beauty!  I have
your address and phone number in Charleston, Mrs. Moore!  Perhaps I will
be on another cruise that docks there!  I will give you a call then so
you can again sample some prime African cock!"  Being sure his back was
to her as he opened the door, he soon disappeared, leaving the beauty
sobbing in the darkened cabin.

 Sobbing from her ordeal, Melissa stumbled about the cabin and finally
located the light switch.  She looked at the clock on the desk and
realized that it was over an hour since she had been abducted.  She
realized that her husband had probably just made it back to their cabin
as he told her he'd play blackjack for another hour then join her in the
cabin.  She shivered, knowing she would be unable to tell him that she
had been violated, raped by a big black man in the cabin across from
theirs.  Sitting there, thinking what would she do, she then slowly
staggered over to the shower.

Looking into the mirror, she blinked back the tears, trying to make
herself presentable so she could return to her cabin.  Melissa touched
up her hair and make-up, then searched about for her panties but they
were no where to be found.  Her bra had been torn and the clasp broken,
rendering it useless as she stuffed it into her purse.  Her black
pantyhose was shredded and that too was put into her purse.   She could
only hope that Brad did not notice the change in her appearance.  She
put on her black dress, then slipped into her heels before opening the
cabin door and walking that few feet over her cabin.

Taking a deep breath, preparing herself and forcing a wide smile,
Melissa opened the door and stepped in.  Not wanting to answer any
questions and be put on the spot, she thought it best she cover all
aspects.  "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry!  I should have left you a note that
I had stepped out for a moment.  I only intended to get a coke from the
bar but the piano player was so good that I sat there and lost track of
the time!" she lied.  She was so happy that Brad just smiled and walked
over to kiss her, but she shivered when he held her in his arms, feeling
unworthy to be held by him.  She blinked back tears, realizing that
probably her rapist had been fucking her while her husband was in their
cabin just a few feet away.  Now she was forced to lie to him as to
where she had been.

The following day was one of total frustration for Omar, with two
unsuspecting beauties narrowly escaping his evil clutches and what he
had in store for them.  Saved by other passengers that just happened to
be walking by at that very instant when he was about to make his move.
That night, all he could do was to dream of the beauties that had gotten
away and the pleasures he had obtained from the one that failed to get
away the day before.

The next afternoon, with his first rape going unreported, Omar smacked
his lips as he watched one of his potential preys lying in the lounge
chair on the upper deck.  She was one gorgeous redhead, stacked to the
hilt with ivory white skin that was absolutely flawless.  He noticed all
the guys on deck stealing peeks at her, wishing he was that guy whom she
was with.  Omar gazed upon the young beauty as she lay back to catch the
rays, clad only in a skimpy two piece pink bikini.  'Ohhhhh, I've never
had a red-haired beauty before!  She would certainly be an ideal one to
fuck!  Mmmmmm, she'd sure put up a good fight to stop me from getting my
big African cock into her beautiful body!' he pondered.

Looking at his notes and charts, this young beauty had her cabin on the
sixth floor near mid-ship, the cabin being registered to a Mr. & Mrs.
John Atkins.  He noticed a green dot in the corner of the special
section then checked the index for the significance of that dot.  He
smiled upon learning that the green dot signified a couple just married
and celebrating their honeymoon.  The only vacant cabin near hers was
between the elevator and Cabin 638 where she stayed.  'This would not be
as easy as last night!  But will she leave her husband and go to her
cabin alone?' he wondered.  His cock was twitching madly in his pants,
desperately wanting to sample his very first red-haired beauty.

Below from where he was standing, John and Carol Atkins held hands as
they lounged side by side.  It was the perfect honeymoon cruise for
them.  The wedding had gone off without a hitch and they were madly in
love with each other, ever since they began dating in their senior year
in high school.  Having gone to college, graduated together, they both
had good jobs and could look forward to the perfect marriage.  The first
four days of the cruise had been absolutely heaven for the newlyweds,
spending their entire time fine-dining at the ship's main restaurants
but most of the time in their cabin making real fine lovemaking.

With the heat from the sun rising, Carol knew she could not take too
much direct sun or she'd have a bad burn.  Not wanting her husband to
have to curtail his enjoyment on the lounge chair, she told him to stay
and get all the sun he wanted, telling him she was going to change then
take a look at the pictures in the art gallery.  She knew that would be
fine with John as he never did enjoy looking at paintings.  They agreed
to meet back at the cabin in a couple hours so they could then dine at
the French restaurant.

Omar's mouth began to water upon watching the young beauty begin to
collect her purse and towel.  He began to edge his way to the doorway
just in hopes that his wish was to be answered.  He watched as she
slipped into her sandals and bent over to kiss her husband goodbye, then
put the towel over her shoulders as she began to make her way through
the uneven line of lounge chairs surrounding the pool.  Hoping that his
prey would be headed to her cabin, he had to time it right and quickly
made his way down the crew's stairway.

Grabbing a few newly folded towels stored at each level of the passenger
decks, he laid them out on his arm, then waited near the elevator
doors.  When the 'beep' of the elevator sounded to indicate it would be
stopping on the 6th floor, followed by the sound of the doors opening,
he began walking down to the vacant cabin.  He held his left arm out
wide, towels draped over his arm, making it seem to anyone behind him
that he was merely taking towels to a guest's cabin.

As the elevator was descending to the 6th level, Carol couldn't repress
her smile knowing the two men in the elevator were stealing glances at
her body as they stood next to their spouses.  Stepping out of the
elevator, she could feel those eyes glued to her tight ass.  'Sorry,
guys, but this little butt is now spoken for!  Eat your hearts out!' she
thought quietly as he turned the corner to make her way to her cabin.
She knew her figure had always attracted men and those two men were no
exception, still she couldn't help but to flaunt it a bit while in her
bikini.

Keeping a constant distance of about 10 feet ahead of the unsuspecting
young bride, Omar turned a bit to open the cabin door but not to give a
profile view to the woman behind him.  As he opened the door to the
cabin, he let a towel slip from his arm to prevent the door from
closing.  At that moment, the young beauty was just in the process of
walking past him.  Seconds later, he had her mouth covered and was
dragging her backwards into the inner cabin and into pitch darkness once
the door slammed shut.

Feeling a shudder course through the beauty's body as he held her
tightly to him, he bent down to nuzzle then nip at her left ear.  "Are
you enjoying your honeymoon cruise, Mrs. Atkins?  A thoughtful husband
would never leave his precious bride alone, not even for a second!  He
should be worried about his beautiful little bride and protecting her at
all times!  You never know what can happen on a big ship like this!
Someone might even try to take his bride captive in a deserted cabin so
he can have her sample some prime African meat!" he taunted the
struggling bride.

Carol was in a panic, struggling with all her might, trying to hit back
at him and to scratch his arms.  Having lost her sandals in the
struggle, she tried kicking back at him but it had not effect.  She felt
herself being dragged back further, then turned and pushed forward to
land on the bed with her assailant covering her.  The hand covering her
mouth smothered out any noise from her.  'Oh, no ..........no .........no .......oh,
God!' her mind said as she felt her bikini bottom being ripped from
her.  She shivered in disbelief as the top of her bikini immediately
followed.

Pinned to the bed, all Carol could was to shiver in fright, unable to
fight against her superior opponent.  Tears welled and flowed from her
eyes, muffled sobs wracking her body, then she felt a hand caressing her
inner thigh.  She heard her assailant with the heavy accent advise her
not to scream or she'd never see her husband again.  She shuddered as
the hand moved up, touching her where only her husband had ever touched
her.  Another follow-up threat from her assailant and suddenly the hand
over her mouth was removed, but she was so frightened that she broke up
into sobs.

With both hands, Omar caressed her tender young flesh, excited at the
thought of possessing this beauty with the flaming red hair.  He hand
seen her ivory white skin and now he felt how soft she was, anxious to
bred this young bride.  He loved the way she squirmed as he played with
her breast, pinching her stiffening nipples while his other hand cupped
her furry mound, a finger rubbing her sensitive clit.  Then to taunt the
young newlywed, Omar whispered in her ear "I have a late wedding present
for the beautiful little bride!  Something I'm sure she has never had
yet!  Yes, my precious bride, you will have a 'real' man today!"

Scooting up a bit, Omar moved his throbbing cock into place, rubbing his
oozing and pulsing cockhead at the bride's slick pussy lips.  He pushed
forward, forcing his thick cockhead into her tight opening, enjoying her
cry of anguish.  Again and again he pushed forward, but only another
inch of progress was made into the sobbing beauty.  He grasped her hips
tightly, getting ready to slam himself forward into her.

"Ohhhh, please ......no, pleaseeeee ......................it hurts ..................it hurts
...................please nooooooooo ..........it's too big!" she pleaded.  Carol
could only sob in humiliation as the agony continued, the awful pain
between her legs hurting so badly.  'Oh, God!  What can I tell John?
Oh, he'll never want to even touch me ever again, not when he learns
that I've been raped by a black man.  Oh, God, he told me my skimpy
bikini was too sexy!  He might even blame me for leading this man on!'
she worried.

Grasping her firmly by her hips, Omar lifted her up a bit, then slammed
forward with a brutal thrust.  "Aieeeeeeeeeee ....................arrrrrggggggh
....................noooooo .........nooooooooo ohhhhhhhhh.......noooooooo!" came the moans
from the sobbing beauty.  Her moans of pain were like music to his
ears.  He loved nothing better than hearing a young beauty moan in pain
as he stuck her like a pig.  Only half way in at this point, he withdrew
a bit and slammed forward with all his might.  "Arrrrghhhhhhh
................please ..............oh, please ...........stop ...........stop!" sobbed the
beautiful young wife.  Omar laughed for his cock was now fully imbedded
into her, knowing she never before experienced a cock so long and thick
as his.  He rubbed his finger up against her sensitive slit as he began
to fuck in and out of her.

Never before had Carol been taken in this position, she couldn't phantom
what was overcoming her feelings.  "Oh ........oh ..........ohhhhhhh
..............ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned as the thick finger was driving her
out of her mind.  "Ohhhhhhhh ..................oh, Goddddddd .............ohhhhh
..........nooooooooooo, what's happening!  Oh, God, I'm cummingggggg!" she
gasped, her muscles now squeezing her thighs onto the thick raping
shaft.  With this mind shattering orgasm, she collapsed forward and
blacked out for a moment.

She awoke a moment later in a panic, pinned to the bed with her heavy
assailant still upon her, cock buried to the hilt.  As the body above
her began to rock upon her, monstrous cock sliding in and out of her,
she sobbed as her body unconsciously reacted and caused her to fuck back
onto the long thick cock.  "Oh, God!  Oh, my God!  Oh ............oh ....................oh
...............noooooo!" she groaned.  Feeling the thick cock begin to pulse and
throb madly within her, the consequences of this horrible mating was too
much to contemplate.  "Oh, God ................no!  No .......please, no ...........no!
Don't!  Don't cum in me .............please!  Please ............you'll get me
pregnant!" she pleaded.

"Ohhhhh, my dear Mrs. Atkins!  You should be ashamed of yourself,
cumming on another man's cock while you're on your honeymoon cruise!
Gonna make you cream again, sugar!" Omar taunted, fucking into her again
and again.  Fingering the stiff clit as he pumped into her, he knew he
had the little bitch right where he wanted her, feeling her body quiver
as she did when her prior orgasm struck.  Hearing her loud groans, he
knew she was cumming again on his thick shaft.  Grasping her trim hips,
he buried his long black cock into her tender body, taunting her further
"Is the honeymoon couple planning to start their family on this cruise?
Here, let me help you!" With that comment, Omar slammed forward to keep
his cock buried deeply, then he unleashed his potent seed directly into
her fertile womb.

An hour later, the beautiful Mrs. Carol Atkins sobbed as she sat on the
bed.  Having found the light switch and her bathing suit, she tied the
torn garments together, just so it would hold up on her till she made it
to her cabin.  Her thighs ached from being stretched so widely, her cunt
felt as if it had been badly torn from the brutal fucking.  After he had
fucked her from behind, her rapist had turned her over onto her back and
had a second run at her.  'God, why did I have to respond to that evil
man the way I did!' she sobbed, recalling how she had wrapped her arms
and legs around her rapist, begging him to make her cum again.  She
shuddered, remembering two bright flashes of light as she lay wide
spread upon the bed and her rapist telling her he'd call her when he
came to Charleston again on a cruise.

The cruise was only a day out from its return to port and Omar's plans
for additional conquests were all thwarted in one way or another.  There
had been several opportunities but each time other passengers happened
along, leaving him totally frustrated in the empty cabin.  So many young
innocent beauties did not know just how close they had come from being
raped and ravished.  With the cozy couples on their last day on the
cruise, things were bleak for Omar to notch another conquest to his
belt, with all the beauties he had earmarked not leaving the side of
their escort.

The ship had docked in the early morning and now the luggage was being
unloaded.  Omar sighed in disappointment with everything going wrong
since the fifth day out.  Now the guests had basically vacated their
cabins and were waiting in the lounge areas to await their departing
times.  Omar stared at one beauty with light brown hair, like the color
of honey, a beauty he had spotted that very first day.  A beauty that he
had to scratch from the list of potentials due to the location of her
cabin and the lack of vacancies in the nearby area.  He had seen her
several times, looking so elegant in her evening dresses and so sexy in
her two piece yellow bikini.  Today she was dressed in a light summer
dress, with 3" beige heels as she prepared for departure.  His cock
twitched as he observed her long sexy white legs, wishing he could have
had a chance to sample her lovely charms.

Married for three years, Wendy and Peter Anderson had put in for
vacation with their employers once they had heard of the inaugural
cruise that was scheduled to leave from Charleston.  Now at the age of
26, they had purchased a nice suburban home and things were looking rosy
for them.  It was a dream that they had for awhile, wanting to go to the
Bahamas, but most of the departures were from Miami and that meant some
wasted traveling time.  This cruise from Charleston offered them the
perfect opportunity to achieve their dream.  They did not have any
children as yet, hoping soon if not now to start their family as they
both were secure in good paying jobs.

Then as fortune would have it, luck would suddenly fall upon Omar as he
observed the beauty look down at her arm in a panic.  She had discovered
that she had misplaced a bracelet that she taken off in the cabin.  Then
the couple listened as the loudspeaker announced their color code for
departure, advising them as to where to proceed for their luggage.
Edging closer to the couple, he heard the young wife tell her husband to
go ahead and look for their luggage while she went back to the cabin for
her lost bracelet.

Quickly making his way out of the lounge and to the crew's stairway,
Omar ran down the stairs to where the young wife was headed.  Opening
the door to the corridor, he observed a crew member with a clean-up cart
about to get set up.  Going up to the crewman, Omar advised him that
there was to be a change today and he was to work from the forward end.
As the crewman pushed his cart around the corner, the 'ping' of the
elevator stopping on that floor sounded.  Running to the far end and
turning the corner, he hid and waited for the unsuspecting beauty to
approach.

Hearing the approaching footsteps and the jiggling of the door handle,
Omar then stepped around the corner as the young beauty had just opened
the heavy cabin door.  Before she could flick the light switch, he had
pushed her into the dark cabin and had clasped his hand over her mouth.
As her husband would be expecting to meet her down on the dock, it would
have to be a quick fuck.  But after being disappointed the past couple
of days, he would not last very long anyway, once his cock was
surrounded by her tight pussy lips.

Hearing the gruff voice threatening her, Wendy sobbed in fear, feeling a
large hand crawling up under her dress.  "Oh, please .................please,
don't!" she pleaded as she felt her panties being pulled down over her
hips, feeling the wispy garment slide down to her knees and then fall
onto her heels.  Feeling a fumbling behind her followed by the opening
of a zipper, she struggled and pleaded "Pleaseeeee ...........oh, please
............stop ..................stop!  "Please ............please ........I'm married ..............please, I
want to remain  true to my husband .............please, no, nooooooo!  Stop!
Stop!"

Wendy was shoved up against the wall, feeling her assailant lifting her
up a bit, then she felt the prodding bulb at her entrance.  Suddenly she
was slammed hard against the wall, the heavy body behind her lunging
hard into her.  "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee .........................ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
..................argggggggggggggg!" she groaned loudly as her rapist rammed himself
forcibly into her tight slit. "Oh, pleaseee ...........pleaseeeeee ...................oh,
God .......it hurts .....................hurtssssss so baddddddd!" she cried out in agony,
sobbing at this horrible rape.  "Oh Godddd ....................help me .......ahhhhhhhh
............noooooooooo!" she whimpered as the cock pushed deeper into her.

"Oh .......oh ........oh .........noooooooo!" she groaned as the invading cock began
to saw in and out of her. Then a thick finger found its way again to her
sensitive clit, causing her to moan as her cunt muscles contracted
around the raping shaft, her glands involuntarily secreting her slick
love juices around the thick shaft.  With the large hands firmly on her
hips, the man began fucking her at jackhammer speed, intent on breaking
her apart.  "Oh, God ................nooooo .................ahhhhhh ...........nooooo!" she
moaned as her body went into convulsions.

Feeling the lovely beauty reach her peak on his cock, Omar shoved his
cock into the hilt, then began to spurt out his hot jism.  He leaned
down to nipple at her ear "You are exactly what I read about in
magazines about American women!  You are a true southern belle!  Now you
can tell your husband that you have sampled a true African cock!  Tell
him how a big black buck 'ruined' you!"  With that, he left the sobbing
woman in the cabin and made his way up forward to the gangplank.

Ten minutes later, he watched as his latest victim slowly made her way
down the ramp to the dock.  He watched as she joined her husband and
then as the couple checked out of customs.  Omar was a bit worried,
having raped the young beauty while the ship was docked, meaning that if
she reported it then it'd fall under the local jurisdiction of the
city.  That would be much more dangerous a situation calling for a more
thorough investigation than if the crime had occurred in international
waters.  However, it was apparent that Mrs. Anderson did not want to let
her husband know that she had been violated in that short time that she
had been gone.

Six months later, the 'Islands of Pleasure' sat docked at the pier while
the crew worked at getting the ship ready for its third cruise from
Charleston.  It was evening and the crew had the nights off while in
port to do as they pleased.  A large part of the male crew was currently
gathered at the penthouse suite of a plush hotel in downtown
Charleston.  They were all neatly dressed as if going to a gala affair.
Indeed it was, for each crewman had to pay $500 apiece to get an
invitation to attend the affair put on by their chief.

Omar smiled at the scene taking place before him.  It had paid off well
to befriend the bell captain of this plush hotel when meeting him on the
first cruise.  In exchange for favors, the bell captain had arranged for
this plush penthouse suite at a nominal price.  Thus, the bell captain
was invited to the party at no cost as Omar planned to continue such
events whenever the cruise ship docked in Charleston.

Looking about the room, he observed his crew mates enjoying themselves,
ordering the drinks of their choice.  All the black male faces had wide
smiles as the crowded into groups, all centering their attention to one
of the three hostesses there to serve them.  All those muscular black
bodies crowding around, trying to make small talk with the beautiful
hostess near them, thinking how it'd feel to make love to such a lovely
white beauty.  Having advised the paying members of his crew that they
could have a full refund if they left within the first hour of the gala
affair, he knew no one would be seeking a refund.  He smiled, with 30
paying guests to the party, he'd net out at least $10,000 after
expenses.

Surveying the room, Omar smiled to see that the beautiful hostesses were
really turning the men on.  The hostesses had showed up right on time,
an hour before the party was to begin.  He had told them how excited the
men were to meet them, how he had learned that none of them ever had
enjoyed the pleasure of being in the arms of a lovely white beauty.  It
pleased him to see a big smile on each of the beauty's faces upon
hearing that.

He saw the three women doing their best to entice the men, each holding
her champagne glass in her left hand.  Omar knew they were doing this to
get the men hotter by the minute.  He had let them know that he had
advised the crewmen that all their hostesses were married women, married
to some white boy!  "Nothing turns on a black man than getting in the
pants of a white beauty, especially one married to some white boy!" he
had told them.  With the drink held in the left hand, he could see that
each lovely hostess was flashing her sparkling diamond and wedding band,
wanting them to get excited at the thought that they would soon be
bedding a white boy's prized possession.

With the drinks flowing and the party underway, it was time for Omar to
draw the names of the first lucky winners.  Upon calling a name, a yell
of joy came from the lucky winner and a moment later, he was being
escorted by a hostess into one of the three bedrooms.  Moments later,
all three bedrooms were occupied by the lucky winners.  Once all the
names were called, then they could go for seconds with the hostess of
their choice.  Of course, they'd have to put their names on the list and
wait their turn.

By midnight, to keep the anxious men happy and the lines down, two to
three men were entering a bedroom at the same time to be serviced by
that lovely hostess.  This party would continue on till early the next
morning, allowing time for the crew to make it back to the ship before
the duty bell.

The next day, the three hostesses were sitting at the penthouse's dining
table as room service had brought up a fabulous lunch for them.  The
host of the party had seen to it that they were treated like queens.
Champagne was being poured for them as lunch began with appetizers.
Each hostess was caught by surprise when handed an envelope.  Opening
the envelope, each found ten $100 bills in it.  They had only been
introduced to one another the night before, just before the guests
arrived, thus none of them knew how each had come to be involved in the
prior night's event.  As they chatted, they found that they had so much
in common and enjoyed making the new friendship.

One thing they each knew about each other, without discussing it, was
that they each loved being fucked by big black cocks.  As they chatted,
then it became obvious in the connection they each had that had led them
to attend the gala affair.  The common link was that each had been a
passenger on the inaugural cruise on the luxury liner from Charleston to
the Bahamas.

Once that common link was established, they looked at one another, each
hesitant to say or ask what was on their minds.  There was absolute
silence for a few moments.   Then the silence was finally broken.
"Carol .......Wendy ...............were .........were you raped on board the ship?" asked
Melissa Moore.  With Carol and Wendy nodding, they knew each other's
situation leading up to this day was identical.  Then they began to tell
their stories to each other, how each had been taken by force on that
cruise.

"Melissa .........Wendy .............did Omar call you three months ago when the ship
was docked prior to its second cruise?" asked Carol Atkins.  Seeing
Melissa and Wendy nod their heads, Carol went on "He ........he called me at
my home!  He didn't threaten me or attempt to blackmail me!  He merely
asked me if I .........if I wanted more of his .........his prime African cock
............like what he gave me on the cruise ship!  That if I wanted more, I
should meet him at the room he had in this hotel.  I .....I lied to my
husband, telling him some girlfriends were going to be in the city on
Friday, that I was going shopping with them and we'd spend the night at
a hotel.  I .......I took off early from work on that Friday, spent the
entire afternoon and night alone with Omar, then went home the next
morning!"

"My God!  I met Omar for lunch that Saturday, right here in the hotel!
Then I spent the rest of the day and night in bed being fucked out of my
mind by him!  The way he went at me, I would have sworn he hadn't had a
woman in weeks!" exclaimed Wendy.  "I used the same lie as you did
Carol, telling my husband I was going out shopping with friends and
spending the night the city!  I .....I even wanted to spend Sunday with
him but he made me leave in the early morning, saying he had an
appointment!" she advised.

"Guess I was responsible for that, Wendy!  He met me downstairs in the
restaurant for the champagne brunch that's served on Sundays!  Needless
to say, like both of you, I spent the rest of the day on my back getting
well fucked by Omar!  I used the same excuse of meeting friends to go
shopping. But I couldn't spend the night, not on a Sunday, not with two
young kids going to school the next day!  I had to rush home to make
dinner and then get the kids ready for bed!" advised Melissa.

Once it was established that all three of them had done the exact same
thing, they began feasting on their fine meal and poured more
champagne.  They had become fast friends with so much in common,
laughing together as they listened to each other's exploits with Omar.
Then they began to compare notes on the men who had attended the gala
affair.  Each of them had lost count of the number of men that had
visited their bedrooms that evening.

There had been one fellow that they all remembered distinctly, the huge
350 lb black giant who had sampled each of their wares at some point in
the night, remembering how big his cock was and how brutal he was in
using it.  "God, he had me literally climbing the walls when he shoved
that big cock of his up my ass!  I found out that his nickname with the
crew was 'Tiny'!" exclaimed Wendy, getting a laughter in response from
her new friends.  "He sure shagged the hell out of me!  I tried to get
my legs around him but that was physically impossible!" laughed
Melissa.  "I guess I got off easy then!" Carol advised, adding "His was
the first number drawn for me and his fantasy had always been to have a
white gal get down on her knees and blow him!  I was choking on his load
when he pulled his cock out and blasted it right in my face!  On his
second visit to see me, he fucked me doggie style while I blew one of
his friends! "

Three weeks later, at the Anderson's suburban home, the three couples
sat around the patio table while steaks were on the grill.  Wendy
introduced her husband as the guests arrived and they all got along
well.  When the cruise was brought up, Wendy advised "I'm so glad the
three of us met at the piano bar on the ship.  Otherwise, we'd never
have become friends and enjoy the two shopping trips we've had so far!
I'm so glad Melissa suggested we all get together so you guys could
meet!"

"Yeah, we certainly don't want you thinking we're stepping out on you
guys when we spend a day shopping and with our girl talk at night!"
Carol chimed in.  Melissa snuggled up to her husband, giving him a peck
on the cheek "You know you're the only one for me, honey!"

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, you gals can get together anytime you
want!  Carol was so excited and happy after your last get together that
I'm all for you gals shopping a couple times a month!" advised John
Atkins.  "Why, honey, did I wear you out after that fun weekend?" Carol
laughed as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"It sure was a fun time on the cruise!  Sure hope Charleston will be a
regular port for the cruise line.  I just saw an ad in the newspaper
announcing its next cruise from Charleston set for the end of
September!" advised Brad Moore.  "Oh, that's about when we girls were
planning our next shopping excursion in the city!  But gosh, that seems
so far away!  I wish we could somehow make it sooner with an added trip
in between!" his wife responded, getting a very favorable response from
her friends.

When the women were alone in the kitchen to do the clean up, the
conversation excitedly went to the next cruise departure.  With the last
gala affair drawing such a crowd and considering the success of it, the
women concluded that word would spread and the next event would surely
increase by a large percentage if not double.  "My gosh!  I was all
fucked out by the time they left in the morning!  What's going to happen
if the crowd doubles?" said a worried Carol.  "Well, remember that
there's been two cruises since ours!  I'm sure Omar has been busy
'recruiting' new hostesses for the next affair!" advised Melissa.

As luck would have it, the three friends did manage a 'shopping' trip at
the end July, all getting the blessings from their respective husbands.
It was a 'shopping' excursion down to the City of Savanah, for the
weekend, a drive of several hours from Charleston.  When each of the
women got the call that the Islands of Pleasure was departing for the
very first time from Savanah, there were no 'hostesses' available in
that city as yet.  Thus they were on their way to an all paid for
shopping excursion in the City of Savanah.  Along with that would be a
very private party at some plush hotel that they would surely enjoy!

On the long drive to Savanah, the three friends took turns driving
Carol's car, each looking forward to seeing the host of the party
again.  "When Omar called me, do you know who kept asking him to have us
as hostesses again?  Appears Tiny's intent on making you two gals climb
the walls this time!  I pity you girls!  Let me tell you, Tiny had me
screaming my head off when he rammed that monstrous cock up my butt!"
laughed Wendy.


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