The sailboat kept its leitmotiv motions, smooth up, smooth down along with the Channel's waves. Seagulls were heard in a plaintive-sounding concert where they scavenged for food on the nearby shores of Man-Skull's island, a tiny mass of rocks no more than 200 yards long and 120-something yards across. Its south shoreline offered a cove where the pannebot lay at anchor above no more than 10 yards of water.
The day was quiet. The tragedy, horrible. For Nadia. Horribly satisfying for the Skipper, his sons and the pair of Negroes. Daniel felt horrible guilt; he had spent the whole time with a raging erection as he watched each of the five sailors take their pleasure. Nadia being a well-polished girl, highly educated speaking multiple languages vs. the grossness of her rapists; this was in a nutshell what drove him mad with lust! How low could he get! How evil!
"What do we do now, Boss?" Babacar asked the Skipper.
"Go get a crate of beer. We'll drench her with it and lick her. Everywhere. This will be fun! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Then the Skipper turned to Nadia and said: "We're far from being done with you, young lady! And if you want your husband to live through this, you better obey and do anything we say!"
"He's not my husband! Kill him! I don't care!" she snarled. She then repeated her words in English so Daniel could understand.
Daniel wasn't all that surprised to hear Nadia say such words about him. Her words nevertheless sent chills down his spine as it occurred to him that this could very well be his demise. He was helpless. He even stank after he peed himself toward the end of Nadia's rapes. The knots tying up his hands behind him to his ankles were sailor's knots -- unbreakable. Daniel still had moved himself against a beem and began trying to weaken the ropes holding his wrists in a painful deadlock.
He suddenly heard a faint noise through the neighbouring seagulls. It was faint, but it was slowly growing louder. It was a motor. The buzzing, humming sound grew fast with thudding noises as it moved through waves. It was clearly a motor boat. The kind of small, fast boats sometimes used by tourists, although this wasn't exactly summertime.
All hands on board of the anchored panneboot were on the larboard side and watching the fast skiff as it approached. Nadia didn't care. She even peed herself. She just no longer cared.
The motor boat's motor presently died. Daniel knew it was now very close, but he couldn't see anything from where he lay tied up on his side; and his mind was bent on gnawing his ties behind him, painfully, but he felt he had to break free, for there was no telling what those sailors could do to him later. They could just as well throw Nadia overboard and him with her, once they'd be done. Such horrors did happen at sea -- even in the modern days of 1946.
"Hello, sailors!" hailed a loud male voice in the purest British English.
"Hail, Englishman! We no speak English. No, uh, not beaucoup... Small English..." the Skipper replied as he raised a welcoming hand.
Daniel wanted to shout a warning at the English tourist, but then what the crew said made him stay silent...
"Do you see the girl with him?" Hector said a bit loud.
"Sht! Shut up!" Richard scolded his brother as he went and fetched the Tokarev pistol he had taken from Daniel when he tied him up. Both Negroes were watching the tourists like hawks waiting for their prey.
"Oh, darling! A panneboot! With real sailors! I've always wanted to see one!" said a marvelously pretty voice, also very English. Such a voice that left little doubt as to the girl being white, young and beautiful.
"You're most welcome to come on board and have a coffee with us," said the Skipper in Dutch. He then apologized and repeated his invitation in a fakely laborious English with holes in it, in an effort to look stupid and thus look harmless to his prey, while Babacar and Big Congo were talking in their native tongue, their eyes ablaze with excitement.
Babacar lowered a rope-and-planks ladder. The Englishman was first on board. He immediately turned his back to help his young wife on board. When he faced the crew, he saw the Skipper, smiling at him with a clear air of malevolence in his silver-beard face of weathered leather skin, and he nodded back with a secret chill down his spine.
The young, newlywed Englishman then saw the rest of the crew, all of them looking straight at his dark-haired wife. The tallest sailor had a pistol and it was pointed smack at his belly and his wife screamed!
Daniel knew what was about to happen; he had remained silent because he was curious to see how beautiful this young woman was going to be; he actually wished to see the young couple captured and the young wife raped. He actually was burning to partake. She was gorgeous! Short with black hair falling on her shoulders, wearing a plaid shirt and denim dungarees that were rolled up on her calves and wearing small white slip-on shoes without socks. Daniel was already mad with arousal! And he was just about to witness her getting forcibly undressed and her charms revealed under this bright sun...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH DARLING!!!"
"Shut up and don't make a move!" Richard said in Dutch, as he kept his gun pointed at the young husband. Then he tried to translate in English: "You, silence! No move!" The context was plain enough, and indeed the Englishman froze like a statue.
Richard then approached the man while his brother barred the wife's escape, forcing her to move away from the end of the ladder and further down the sailboat, where Babacar and Big Congo closed in on her as she screamed...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH STAY AWAY FROM ME! STAY AWAY! NOOOOOO!" she squealed, her panicked eyes looking at the black men as if they were the most terrifying fiends from Hell.
"Don't touch my wife! Come on! Let us go and we'll say nothing!"
"Shut up!" Richard barked, and pointed the Tokarev point-blank at his belly. "Turn around!"
To his word, Richard added a clear motion of his left hand while the young wife kept screaming in panic as the other crewmen played cats and mouse with her as she kept dodging them, only delaying her doom.
As soon as the Englishman turned his back, Richard hit him hard with the pistol's butt. He fell with a thud while his wife kept desperately trying to run away toward that rope ladder and the motor boat.
The English lass wasn't tall, but she could be agile and she did avoid capture more than once, frustrating Babacar in an attempt at catching her and swiftly moving well under his waist, then running circles all over the deck. But there were five men who moved together toward her, closer and closer, cutting all her paths of escape. Their taunting and jeers increased as she got tired and her capture was now a sure thing.
Hector managed to grab her forearm. She shrieked, she slipped out of his grasp and madly bolted in the opposite direction, where she rushed and tripped on Nadia... She fell and hurt her right knee on the deck, yelping in pain as she put her hands in some bastardized push-up position as she went to get up, but the Skipper and Big Congo grabbed both her arms and forced her up on her feet.
"Now we got yaaa!!!" the Skipper yapped, salivating as he took a close-up look on her panting chest, where her plaid shirt showed how inviting her tits truly were, in spite of or perhaps thanks to their graceful smallness.
"A very sweet face! Pretty! Pretty!" Big Congo gasped, his erection already raging. "We take turns! We take turns!!!"
"NNOOOOO! NOOOOOO! Robert! Robert! Robert!"
The young wife called her husband for help, but he lay flat on his stomach, unconscious with his hands tied up together in the small of his back, where Richard had left him with a quick knot of trusty rope. Rope knew no evil, for it was a thing entirely dependent on its user.
"Ha! Haa, Ve hebb'n-ye! Ve hebb'n-ye!!" (Ha! Haa, we got ya! We got ya!!) the Skipper repeated as the lass kept wailing and begging him to let her go, her pure English colliding with his Dutch from De Panne.
Big Congo kissed the side of her face while restraining her arm and the Skipper restrained the other. Hector faced her and cupped her breasts through her plaid shirt as the young woman screamed, "Noooooooooooo!!!" Her voice shrill with panic.
She kept screaming at the top of her voice. "Noooo, no noooo! This is forbidden! Nooo! Don't touch me, Negro! N-nnaaaaOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Hector felt the growth of a new erection as he noticed the absence of a bra and the stiffening of her nipples through her cotton shirt.
"We need to see what's under those dungarees!" Richard said where he knelt down and began toying with the girl's legs, grabbing them as she tried to kick.
"Naaahaaaaa aaaaaa... I'm a honest girl! Please, I'm just married! We're on our honeymoon! I'm the daughter of a mayor! You can't! You caaa-aan't aaa aaaaaaahh..."
"Babacar, take some rope and tie up the Russian tramp to the foremast. And make sure her titties are in broad display!" ordered the Skipper, not understanding much of the wife's pure English.
"Aahhyeaaahhh!" Hector hollered as he ripped the wife's English-plaid shirt open, buttons flying!
Her tits came out into sight as she shrieked! Sudden and gorgeously pretty, filled with the promise of deeply satisfying sex, bright under the sun, high-riding and jiggling sideways as she wriggled and bawled in protest, feeling the sea breeze kiss her goose-bump nipples as the light-brown of her areolas met Hector's eyes and fed his fast-growing hard-on!
Hector plunged on and violated her tits with youth's exuberance, feeding the wife's cries as she began to sob. He began kneading the soft roundness of her maiden-like breasts as he took the first taste of her nipples! He loved this. He loved even more what was coming next.
"Yeah! Let's rape this English wench! We don't get so lucky every day!" the Skipper said, feeding his own arousal by his own words as he freed one hand and closed his eyes as his hand cupped her right breast and he felt the surreal imprint of her nipple--- the nipple of a complete stranger who was clearly no older than twenty years old. She was a newlywed indeed! The non-sagging softness of her breasts said it loud and clear. Just like the absolute freshness of her skin.
While the Skipper and Hector toyed with her all-English tits, Big Congo had freed one hand, and while he kept her left arm in check with ease, he explored the texture of her dungarees and the tight softness of her butt under it! This was the round butt of a petite girl. Big Congo felt his cock tightening again as he pressed his lap against her butt! And her hair! He took whiffs and he wasn't disappointed. She smelled like paradise! He immensely relished the notion of African-raping this fine girl from England! It was the impossible now happening.
The girl shrieked with all she had as Richard managed to unbuckle her leather belt and pulled her dungarees down! And the lush triangle of her black cunt hair came into dancing view, right away with no signs of panties, as she kept shrieking and writhing, trying to kick, but thwarted by her lowered dungarees that now barred her knees. The result was some grotesque twisting dance as her legs remained in Richard's sailor-strong hands.
"She's wearing nothing under her trousers! What a tramp!" Richard exclaims as he begins landing kisses on the pristine landscape of her legs. The same alluring legs she no doubt had when she was a schoolgirl! Jockeying in his kneeling position, Richard makes his kissing way to her cunt and he feels the lass's panic through her mons Veneris as he feels her lush hair against his nose and begins kissing her labia!
"No no no no stop this! Stop this, naaah aaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh... ROBERT! ROBERT!!!" And she screams, she feels her cunt going wet, through no wish of her own. Her breasts begin to swell under Big Congo's and the Skipper's hands, while Hector lands kisses on her face, while Babacar finds a spot of butt where to touch her, and all this she's being forced to endure the cunnilingus from Richard. The entire crew is on her like bees on honey.
"God! She tastes as good as she looks!" Richard comments as he begins eating her pussy. This while her tits are violated by Hector's slobbering mouth and the Skipper's firm hand, while her bare butt is now being patted by Babacar and Big Congo! Both kneeling Negroes seem entranced as if they were violating a holy relic!
Daniel will never un-see those dark hands gracing the girl's white buttocks. She looks so marvelously pretty and young, younger and prettier in the glued hands of her sordid rapists.
Nadia is now tied up on the foremast, her hands tightly restrained behind her and her breasts in full display under the sun. She looks like a live bow statue! The Soviet sensual version, with her tits pushed-out as the ropes force her to stand tall. She's forced to hear the bawling screams of the English honeymooner being gang-assaulted. Seagulls fly by as the autumn forenoon goes by undisturbed by the small-scale tragedy occurring on the sailboat, with the motor boat moored on its dark side. All tranquil and smoothly rising up and down in perpetual motions that no hand on board remain aware of.
***
"All right boys! She's wet and I'm hard! Let's bend her over and have her! I'm first!" Richard says.
The Skipper doesn't oppose his elder son. He needs more time for his erection to be back on the line of operative duty and watching the four-man crew rape this wench is going to do the trick. So he helps Babacar in bending the British girl over and lo and behold... Her tight round butt defies the imagination as to what gorgeous really is!
Buns that look a bit boyish, for this is a slim girl. But the lass has that nice sweep of curves that screams "girl" and makes a man stiff.
"Ooh, Good Lord and Holy Virgin! She's gonna be really good to fuck from behind! Yipeee!" Hector said, knowing he's going next as the second mate. He gets his smelly trousers loose and begins masturbating, his eyes dead set on the girl's youth-filled curves.
Babacar's hand on those bottom curves makes them looking intensely pale under the sun! The girl is in tears, panicking and bawling as she keeps calling her husband's name. But he's still unconscious, lying flat on deck. This is perhaps better for him not to see THIS.
Richard pushes his trousers down, his hands feverish. A second later, he's inside her and grabbing the crease of her hips and he begins to rape her urgently! She shrieks in pain, in shame and in dishonour as the tall, bearded sailor pounds her, destroying her virtue with each bumping thrust!
"British tramp, I love your legs!" Babacar hollers as he helps the Skipper in holding her face down in her punishment position. The ever-moving roundness of her bum is a heaven for their evil, the crux of the crew's collective lust.
"Excuse me Ma'am! But I adore your pussy!" Robert bellows as he feels about to die of joy inside her, and this isn't even his final flourish. He isn't even sure whether he's just halfway through. He just revels in the sound of her wails and whimpers, and most of all, his throbbing erection is reaping the glory of a hard-branch expansion inside her!
"Aah yeah! aahh yeah! Aaah yeah this is so good! So God-dammit good! My first British pussy!"
"How do ye like it, little lass! Is my ship to your liking? Do you like my panneboot? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" the Skipper jeers as he grabs her head and presses her face against the smelly lap of his fisherman's trousers. Her shoulder-length hair seems to explode in a mass of raven strands with each stroke she gets from Richard.
"You're getting your money's worth, Brit girl!" Big Congo jests as he masturbates his impressive erection, the sight of which literally drives her eyes out of her face and almost dislocates her dropped jaw! All this while her entire self gets rocked in head-bobbing motion from the first mate's pleasure strokes.
She loathes them! But she gets taken deep and hard, just like she had wished her husband to do, but Robert is too timid... And those brutes, those sailors... Such irony that what she actually wished for had to happen in the evil form of a rape at the hands of those brutes... God must hate her!
Richard makes his pleasure last. But this eventually fails, all too soon for him, and yet... in this glorious finish, he pounds her with unrestrained glee and frantically presses himself against her, and leans over her, grabbing both her tits as he powerfully ejaculates and groans, filling her with horror and shudder, and specks of unwanted arousal too, his body all pressed and sweaty on her like a dog filling up a bitch!
The newlywed wife yells like a lost soul as she receives Richard's sperm.
"My turn now!" Hector hollers as his elder brother moves out of the way.
The young man grabs her British-white hips with authority and he yells his joy as he rams her deep. He stands there, motionless with his cock expanding against her screaming walls... He enjoys the priceless moment where he owns England's finest. Then he begins to pound her, ignoring her whimpering screams of pain as he sets himself on a mission to push her stomach out of her mouth by using his cock through her pussy.
She's rocked all over, her waving hair a blur of black satin under the broad daylight as Hector's grip on her hips force her into this brutal dance while he fills the place with happy grunts. Wow! What a rush! This is so much fun! He gets even more brutal!
"Ah, shit! She's really worth it! What a butt she's got, haarhhh! I'm about to die!" Hector bellows as he keeps up the rocking fuck session, causing her head to bob between Babacar and the Skipper.
"You go after Hector!" the Skipper tells Babacar.
And just then, Hector yells his bliss! "AAAAAAAAAAAAhhh yyyaaaaahhaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaahhh fucking God and Lord of Heaven!!!"
The bliss-screaming young man fills the English girl with his continental mayonnaise. A huge load.
While Hector remains utterly breathless with adoring hands on her bottom, Babacar politely gets him out of the way.
The tall Negro now stands behind the white lass and takes his turn, his mudd-coloured hands violating her hips. Large-based and throbbing, his cock smoothly enters her! And she gets another round of forced sex, this time with an African six-incher that colonizes her pussy. The lass feels every inch of his girth. And it's a real man's girth that gets her aroused against her will. Aroused too from knowing she's being own by that sort of a man --- an unthinkable Negro...
She's now whimpering and sobbing, enduring the third rape with her lower legs imprisoned inside her bunched-down dungarees, her little feet still encased in her white slip-on shoes while Babacar takes his hot pleasure inside her! What a lovely day to get so lucky!
The girl becomes frantic and tries to free herself in a sudden outburst as she chances to look behind her and sees the large Senegalese! The sun gives brightness to his sweaty brown face as he exerts his dominance heavily inside her. The ugly truth sets in inside her. Raped by a Negro!
Her jerking motions force the Skipper to strain in order to keep her under control. They cause Babacar to exit her pussy, and the result is a loud laughter from the Negro and strokes of shame for the British girl as he taps his chocolate erection on the peachy roundness of her butt!
Babacar adds insult to injury as he stoops down and begins licking her bum! As he does so, he caresses those buns with both hands, running them around their perfect and tight contours. She's so pretty! Baby soft too!
She feels the Negro's ministrations and screams in horror and self-hatred, for she hates feeling so aroused against her will. And it's all her fault! They saw how pretty she is and simply took her... In the middle of the Channel, nothing could keep them from taking her. Really, she should have stayed in Whitby...
In another sudden outburst, she manages to break free, only to fall down on the deck thanks to her dungarees tying her legs together and tripping her.
Once she's down, Babacar lies down behind her and makes her rest on one side, while the Skipper and now Hector help him in keeping her still, very much like a caught fish that puts up its ultimate fight before succumbing under the sun.
And from behind where he lies on his side, his hands always on her fantastic white buns, Babacar finds her fuck hole and resumes the rape! He's still contemplating the surreal moons of her buns, only from a different angle, and he loves the tight feel of her vagina as he now keeps her pressed against him and goes deeper, enjoying the new position, his face now in her hair as she gets no other choice but to endure the obliteration of her morality in pain and whimpers and forced arousal. Hopefully her husband is still out cold, for she would die of shame if he saw her like this.
While the rape is happening, Richard slips her shoes off her feet and also gets rid of her dungarees, making her Eve-nude amid them on the deck of the ship, with Babacar using his cock to great effect as he Africanizes the whimpering wench.
The happy Negro keeps pounding her until he hits his jackpot and growls, sounding like he's just been shot as he erupts with a massive load of hot sludge!
"Here it is, Milady, your first Senegalese cock! And mine is up and coming, right inside you, snow babe!" Big Congo jeers, proudly showing his African tomahawk as he gently masturbates.
She bitterly cries as she feels, or thinks she feels each and every drop of Babacar's sperm inside her. She also has to endure the mocking tap on her butt-cheek as he pulls out and thanks her in broken English.
"Very thank you, Milady! Ik how fan ye vitte kont!" (... ... I love your white butt!)
The English husband comes to just in time to see Big Congo in the act of lying down on his wife while she's just been rolled flat on her stomach. He witnesses the horror as the Negro takes his impossibly huge cock and enters it inside her! His blood turns to ice while his cock throbs inside his trousers as he hears her shrill scream from that huge Negro cock -- it's as if she tries her best to alert the English Navy through far-sailing screams, and yet the seagulls are undisturbed in their rounding-about flight.
Taking his time as he sinks it deeper and deeper, and then, supporting himself on straight arms, the overweight Senegalese begins to bump her butt, each stroke reaching deep as the newlywed gets flattened like an English pancake under Big Congo!
She whimpers hard with each of his long strokes. The husband is now crying like a child whose favorite toy just got broken by some bullies.
Big Congo's brown buttocks almost look like a wonder of the world under the sun. Each one of his bumping thrusts sends a powerful message. A white pussy can and will get penetrated by a Negro!
"Yes! Yes! This is happening, aaaah YEs! This is so much fun! I'm inside a white British lass!" Big Congo hollers in Dutch amid his grunting fury. And he intensifies his beefy thumping!
"Robert... Robert... I'm s... sorry... I... couldn't... prevent it," the wife blurts out through her whimpers, always under the flat-stomach punishment as she takes the vaginal beating of her life.
"I'm sorry, Blanche! Sorry I couldn't protect you! I... I still love you! D-don't worry... I'm... proud to be your husband," the Englishman blurts out, not even sure to understand the words that come out of him.
Blanche closes her eyes, lost deep under Big Congo who keeps punishing her with his nine-inch brute of a cock! And it's also very thick! His pounding is stretching her vagina farther than she thought possible. She feels it's gonna tear any second! It's unbearable!
"AAA AAAA AAAAAAAAA UUH UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGH NDDJDHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRHHH!!!"
She felt the twitching inside her just before the Negro uttered this long groaning scream. She's ruined forever!
"And now, wench, it's time for you to get fucked by the Skipper!" the Skipper bellows as he masturbates his respectable seven incher. And she screams and begs his honour to please not do this as she sees the old man has stripped himself naked.
What follows is a scene where the Skipper has his crewmen hold the lovely newlywed on all fours, while he kneels behind her and feels the baby-softness of her buttocks.
The seasoned man remembers the pleasure he felt when he raped that young German girl against her desk as he takes his trusty branch and stuffs it inside the wench!
And with a litany of victory-sounding grunts, he violates the wench without thinking of consequences. What does he have to lose? And his chances of getting trialed for this are almost none! Boys will be boys! And the little tramp is whimpering so loud!
"Don't you hear how she barks? She loves it! She's loving it and she won't admit it!" the Skipper bellows as he feeds her deep and heartfelt strokes, causing her head to bob along with his barrage of old man's strokes, for long minutes, until he consummates his evil deed and sends a loud message as he screams out at heavens...
"AAAAAA AAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH... Welcome on my ship, Milady!"
He can't believe how long and hard he ejaculates. This feels so good! The best form of crime!
TO BE CONTINUED.
Acting credits... Ann Blyth as Blanche
