Deirdre and I had heard that a great way to see the world on a cruise was to book on a freighter. The idea was that many ships have luxury cabins and small staffs and for a fraction of the cost of a regular cruise, you could still see the world in style. We used a reputable travel agent and booked our 8 week passage aboard the MV Iktar. She was 245ft of container ship with a crew of 18. Her registry was Liberia. There were three other couples booked on the same vessel.
We sailed out of Long Beach and headed south, along Baja California and then traced the Mexican coast. Almost every day, we were in a different, warm, sunny port. The food aboard ship was great and the accommodations were fully adequate. There were no real ship-board activities except for a small swimming pool attached to a 30x30foot recreation room and bar service by the two stewards. The rec room had a small gym, seating areas, a pool table, ping pong table, video arcade games and a nice "home theater" set-up.
We passed through the Panama Canal, traced along Belize and then headed toward Jamaica. Two of the other couples and one of the stewards disembarked there. A week later, we were headed toward Africa. When we got within sight of land, we again headed south and rounded the cape and then headed north, bound for Madagascar. For several days we did not see land. The captain explained that we were getting in to dangerous waters so we were 300 miles off shore, to avoid pirates. I recalled reading news reports about pirate activity and I became a little alarmed, but the captain seemed very confident that everything would be fine. He said as an added precaution, we would run with minimal lights at night and we should pretty much stay in the interior of the ship after dinner for a few days. He had made the trip many times without incident.
It was a Sunday night, I'll never forget that. After dinner, Deirdre, Ann and Cole, the other passengers, and I went to the rec room to play cards. For an hour we drank brandy and played bridge. Heavy drapes were pulled across the windows which made the room seem small. The women were both pretty smashed and we were on our last hand. I had been opening feeling Deirdre up and I knew she would be a wildcat once we got to our stateroom. At about 11:00 we felt something change. At first I couldn't put my finger on what had happened. Then I realized that the sensation of forward movement had been replaced by a gentle sideways rolling. The ship had stopped. It was the first time we had stopped while underway. A chill passed through each of us as we all began to suspect that the change was not good.
Suddenly a large black man, wearing a dark blue sweat suit and no shoes, carrying an AK47, entered the room. He just stood by the door. My mouth went dry and my hands began to shake. Deirdre gasped and nearly jumped into my arms. A few minutes later, an averaged sized white man came in. He too was dressed in dark clothes. He wore shoes. He had a holster around his waist, but did not carry a rifle.
"Well, well" He said. "Who the fuck are you?" His English was good, with a slight South African accent.
"We...we...We're" Cole stammered.
"Shut the fuck up! I don't care who you are." The man approached us menacingly.
Cole seemed to become indignant. He stood up and shouted. "We're all American citizens. You had better leave us alone!"
The man stepped forward and slapped Cole so hard Cole was knocked back into the chair.
"I am Colonel Isan, you are my prisoners. Now shut the fuck up." He produced a walkie talkie and spoke to someone. Shortly thereafter five more black men rushed into the room. They quickly came to us and tied me and Cole to our chairs. Our mouths were duct taped. The knots were tight and the ropes were very rough and dirty. Our wives were physically restrained by two men, but they were not tied up.
Ann was a tall brunet with blue eyes. She was slightly tanned and in excellent physical condition. Deirdre was much shorter, only about 5'3". She has an excellent petite body with augmented boobs and tan skin. Both women were wearing shorts and tees as the daytime temperatures were near 100 F even at sea, and the nights were also very warm.
The men spoke in some foreign language and then Colonel Isan stepped toward our wives. He produced a pocket knife and used it to cut the clothing off of the women. Each struggled somewhat but he reminded them that they could get hurt if they struggled while he was using the knife. Soon Ann and Deirdre stood, naked, in front of us all. I had never seen Ann nude before, and this was not an optimal situation, but I have to admit she had a damn fine body. She was lean and very nicely toned. They both tried to cover their pussies, but Isan moved their hands away and his men held their arms back which served to thrust their breasts out nicely. Shortly, they stopped struggling. I noticed that Deirdre still seemed to be very hot from our public play. Her nipples and clit were stiff and erect. Deirdre is almost totally hairless anyway and she keeps herself shaved, so everyone else in the room could see the obvious signs of my beautiful young wife's arousal as well.
