White Pirates of Somalia
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,166
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Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and children, some as young as 6. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is en
Part 5
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Part 5
For a few weeks, my new routine was somewhat alleviated. I was thrown in my stink hole with some girl for the night, taken out in the morning to be photographed fuckin' her by my son. Then allowed to sit around outside until after supper. Kevin came and went with his squad. When he was around, I had to watch him waste his life away on beer and joints, and get his eight-year old pecker sucked off. I'd given up.
One day I was even allowed to go down to the shallow Nugaal River,--under armed escort, of course,--to wash the one pair of shorts I'd been wearing ever since we left Eyl. Kevin and all my captors and the girls they used, wore the same few clothes every day, without complaint. Occasionally, when an article wore out altogether, it was replaced. Somewhere there seemed to be a trove of pillaged clothes to choose from. I recognized a few as Kevin's, mine and Abby's clothes from the yacht.
Kevin went back on morning patrol. Nothing else seemed to change. Except for the periodic arrivals of new shipments, life in the compound was utterly boring. Then one morning, something brought me out of my ennui. Before I was let out, they opened my light hole. My little friend and I stood up and saw the boys leading a girl to a table. Not like the other girls. This one was white. Not just any white girl. She was Abby. And yet she wasn't the Abby I remembered. Her once lovely blond hair was matted and stringy. Her skirt and blouse were dirty and torn. Her face was vacant. She was obviously drugged. Even across the compound I could see the needle tracks on her arms and legs. I screamed her name, but between the drugs and the music she didn't hear me. She got up on the table with no encouragement. She needed no one to hold her there. She pulled up her filthy skirt and spread her legs. I was looking directly across at my daughter's young pussy. Manzar took a pic of it and then had another boy hold up her head so her face would be in the pic as well. Then one by one each of the older boys took his turn fuckin' her as I watched. She showed no resistance. She'd obviously lost her virginity long before.
Kevin was away on patrol, so didn't see his sister. They opened my hut and brought me and my bedmate out to fuck for their entertainment. Abby looked at me with no sign of recognition.
Several days passed and I didn't see Abby again. One night after I was put in my hut, the door opened quickly and a new girl was thrown in. As usual, I couldn't see her but I felt her all over. Her head was bald. Her tits perky. When I felt her cunt I knew they hadn't given me a virgin this time. She must be one of the many girls I'd seen gang raped by these vicious punks. She didn't seem too responsive to my moves. I felt sorry for the baby. I caressed her, kissed her, pet her, and tried to fuck her as lovingly as I could, before we fell asleep in each other's arms.
In the morning, the door opened and I stood as usual, letting my eyes adjust to the sudden light. I took the girl's arm and walked outside. That's when I saw who I had fucked that night. My own daughter. Her hair was shaved, her face was vacant, but it was her.
"What the hell have I done!" I shrieked. I collapsed on to my knees and beat the ground. Abby looked at this stranger quizzically. The boys pulled her to the table and she lay there spreading her legs. "No!" I shouted. They pointed a gun at her head. I knew they wouldn't hesitate to blow her brains out. I wondered to myself if that might not be the better choice. What life was this for her anyway? Just then I heard his voice. "Hey Dad! You found Abby. We're all back together! The gunman cocked his weapon. I couldn't let my son see me deliver his sister over to death. I grabbed my cock and wanked furiously. Angrily. The boys all laughed, including Kevin. He saw I was preparing to fuck his sister and he found it all hysterical. I put my cock in her well used tunnel and pounded away. With each thrust I thought of a different boy I wanted to be fuckin'. I wanted to rip their sorry asses open. I pulled out and sprayed my cum all over her sweet pussy. The boys applauded including Kevin. Then Abby was taken off the table and made to suck off each boy in front of me, including her brother. She didn't know what the hell she was doing.
Abby came and went. Often many days passed before I saw her again. I knew the girls were being brought from camp to camp.
Some of the older teens began whispering in the afternoon. They did not want the younger boys like Kevin or certain others their own age to hear their discussions. They didn't worry if I heard because I was a dumb American who couldn't understand their language. The talk was about a conspiracy. Apparently the followers of Mufti were planning to kill Abdul. So there truly was no honor among thieves. I thought, "Good. Serves the son of a bitch right for what he's fuckin' done to my family."
One day a Chinese arms merchant arrived with a shipment of assault rifles. With his interpreter, he wangled his deal, asking exorbitant prices for the contraband weapons. To this, the interpreter added his own percent, unbeknownst to the Chink. I sat there expressionless, inwardly enjoying them ripping off my captors. After the negotiations were completed, Gimp offered Chink his pick of a girl to fuck. He chose sweet little Jala, who was unceremoniously dragged up and laid on the table for him. I felt for her, as her whole body shook in fear. Thank goodness the Chink had a small dick. After he zipped up, he noticed fair-skinned Abby, and asked to have a closer look. I sat there seething as he felt her cropped hair, fondled her breasts, examined her arms, and spread her legs to look at her well-used cunt. But he didn't unzip again. I was just beginning to breathe easier again when I heard him tell the interpreter he wanted to buy her to give to his son. Due to China's one-child policy, there is a severe shortage of girls, and many wealthy Chinese have been buying foreign girls to make up the shortfall. The interpreter spoke to Gimp, who took a glance at me and smirked. This was a commodity he knew how to bargain. "Well, I don't know. She's very valuable to us."
"Really? She's obviously a druggie. I'd think you'd be glad to get rid of her." The interpreter also was skilled in the art of the deal.
The two of them went back and forth, as I cringed listening. In the end, the interpreter told his employer, the settled price a million point two, American. Gimp had actually asked for eight hundred thousand. The Chink said he'd send the interpreter back in two weeks with the cash.
Now, the time had come for me to act. If this deal went through, I would never see Abby, Daddy's Little Girl, again. It was bad enough watching her whored and drugged, but at least I got to see her. I had to stop the transaction. I began to formulate my plan. I had gathered enough incriminating evidence by now. I had to rely on the skills I had to get us out of this mess.
When Kevin came back from patrol, I did not tell him what had happened with his sister. I couldn't trust what he might do with the information. I couldn't have my cover blown. Not now. But I took him aside and asked, "Son, have you ever met a man called A B D U L?" I purposely spelled out the name.
"Shit, yeah. Every few days we deliver the money to him. He's kinda nice. Not like his lieutenant. I don't trust that guy." Even though we were speaking English, Kevin was smart enough to make sure no one heard him use the names Abdul and Mufti. "Why do you want to know, Dad?"
"Son, I have to see him. I have evidence his life is in danger. It's very important. Is there any way you can take me there?"
Kevin must have gotten inklings from rumors going around for he was not totally surprised by my revelation. But he explained it wouldn't be easy. No one can just walk up and talk to the head honcho. On top of that, I was just a captive. But he promised he'd do what he could. "By the way, Dad. Uh, well, Abdul has had, um, you know, sex with Abby." Somehow, I was not surprised. "He told me my sister is a good fuck." Kevin was only eight, but somehow I knew he had inherited enough of my scheming tactics to pull this off.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 5
For a few weeks, my new routine was somewhat alleviated. I was thrown in my stink hole with some girl for the night, taken out in the morning to be photographed fuckin' her by my son. Then allowed to sit around outside until after supper. Kevin came and went with his squad. When he was around, I had to watch him waste his life away on beer and joints, and get his eight-year old pecker sucked off. I'd given up.
One day I was even allowed to go down to the shallow Nugaal River,--under armed escort, of course,--to wash the one pair of shorts I'd been wearing ever since we left Eyl. Kevin and all my captors and the girls they used, wore the same few clothes every day, without complaint. Occasionally, when an article wore out altogether, it was replaced. Somewhere there seemed to be a trove of pillaged clothes to choose from. I recognized a few as Kevin's, mine and Abby's clothes from the yacht.
Kevin went back on morning patrol. Nothing else seemed to change. Except for the periodic arrivals of new shipments, life in the compound was utterly boring. Then one morning, something brought me out of my ennui. Before I was let out, they opened my light hole. My little friend and I stood up and saw the boys leading a girl to a table. Not like the other girls. This one was white. Not just any white girl. She was Abby. And yet she wasn't the Abby I remembered. Her once lovely blond hair was matted and stringy. Her skirt and blouse were dirty and torn. Her face was vacant. She was obviously drugged. Even across the compound I could see the needle tracks on her arms and legs. I screamed her name, but between the drugs and the music she didn't hear me. She got up on the table with no encouragement. She needed no one to hold her there. She pulled up her filthy skirt and spread her legs. I was looking directly across at my daughter's young pussy. Manzar took a pic of it and then had another boy hold up her head so her face would be in the pic as well. Then one by one each of the older boys took his turn fuckin' her as I watched. She showed no resistance. She'd obviously lost her virginity long before.
Kevin was away on patrol, so didn't see his sister. They opened my hut and brought me and my bedmate out to fuck for their entertainment. Abby looked at me with no sign of recognition.
Several days passed and I didn't see Abby again. One night after I was put in my hut, the door opened quickly and a new girl was thrown in. As usual, I couldn't see her but I felt her all over. Her head was bald. Her tits perky. When I felt her cunt I knew they hadn't given me a virgin this time. She must be one of the many girls I'd seen gang raped by these vicious punks. She didn't seem too responsive to my moves. I felt sorry for the baby. I caressed her, kissed her, pet her, and tried to fuck her as lovingly as I could, before we fell asleep in each other's arms.
In the morning, the door opened and I stood as usual, letting my eyes adjust to the sudden light. I took the girl's arm and walked outside. That's when I saw who I had fucked that night. My own daughter. Her hair was shaved, her face was vacant, but it was her.
"What the hell have I done!" I shrieked. I collapsed on to my knees and beat the ground. Abby looked at this stranger quizzically. The boys pulled her to the table and she lay there spreading her legs. "No!" I shouted. They pointed a gun at her head. I knew they wouldn't hesitate to blow her brains out. I wondered to myself if that might not be the better choice. What life was this for her anyway? Just then I heard his voice. "Hey Dad! You found Abby. We're all back together! The gunman cocked his weapon. I couldn't let my son see me deliver his sister over to death. I grabbed my cock and wanked furiously. Angrily. The boys all laughed, including Kevin. He saw I was preparing to fuck his sister and he found it all hysterical. I put my cock in her well used tunnel and pounded away. With each thrust I thought of a different boy I wanted to be fuckin'. I wanted to rip their sorry asses open. I pulled out and sprayed my cum all over her sweet pussy. The boys applauded including Kevin. Then Abby was taken off the table and made to suck off each boy in front of me, including her brother. She didn't know what the hell she was doing.
Abby came and went. Often many days passed before I saw her again. I knew the girls were being brought from camp to camp.
Some of the older teens began whispering in the afternoon. They did not want the younger boys like Kevin or certain others their own age to hear their discussions. They didn't worry if I heard because I was a dumb American who couldn't understand their language. The talk was about a conspiracy. Apparently the followers of Mufti were planning to kill Abdul. So there truly was no honor among thieves. I thought, "Good. Serves the son of a bitch right for what he's fuckin' done to my family."
One day a Chinese arms merchant arrived with a shipment of assault rifles. With his interpreter, he wangled his deal, asking exorbitant prices for the contraband weapons. To this, the interpreter added his own percent, unbeknownst to the Chink. I sat there expressionless, inwardly enjoying them ripping off my captors. After the negotiations were completed, Gimp offered Chink his pick of a girl to fuck. He chose sweet little Jala, who was unceremoniously dragged up and laid on the table for him. I felt for her, as her whole body shook in fear. Thank goodness the Chink had a small dick. After he zipped up, he noticed fair-skinned Abby, and asked to have a closer look. I sat there seething as he felt her cropped hair, fondled her breasts, examined her arms, and spread her legs to look at her well-used cunt. But he didn't unzip again. I was just beginning to breathe easier again when I heard him tell the interpreter he wanted to buy her to give to his son. Due to China's one-child policy, there is a severe shortage of girls, and many wealthy Chinese have been buying foreign girls to make up the shortfall. The interpreter spoke to Gimp, who took a glance at me and smirked. This was a commodity he knew how to bargain. "Well, I don't know. She's very valuable to us."
"Really? She's obviously a druggie. I'd think you'd be glad to get rid of her." The interpreter also was skilled in the art of the deal.
The two of them went back and forth, as I cringed listening. In the end, the interpreter told his employer, the settled price a million point two, American. Gimp had actually asked for eight hundred thousand. The Chink said he'd send the interpreter back in two weeks with the cash.
Now, the time had come for me to act. If this deal went through, I would never see Abby, Daddy's Little Girl, again. It was bad enough watching her whored and drugged, but at least I got to see her. I had to stop the transaction. I began to formulate my plan. I had gathered enough incriminating evidence by now. I had to rely on the skills I had to get us out of this mess.
When Kevin came back from patrol, I did not tell him what had happened with his sister. I couldn't trust what he might do with the information. I couldn't have my cover blown. Not now. But I took him aside and asked, "Son, have you ever met a man called A B D U L?" I purposely spelled out the name.
"Shit, yeah. Every few days we deliver the money to him. He's kinda nice. Not like his lieutenant. I don't trust that guy." Even though we were speaking English, Kevin was smart enough to make sure no one heard him use the names Abdul and Mufti. "Why do you want to know, Dad?"
"Son, I have to see him. I have evidence his life is in danger. It's very important. Is there any way you can take me there?"
Kevin must have gotten inklings from rumors going around for he was not totally surprised by my revelation. But he explained it wouldn't be easy. No one can just walk up and talk to the head honcho. On top of that, I was just a captive. But he promised he'd do what he could. "By the way, Dad. Uh, well, Abdul has had, um, you know, sex with Abby." Somehow, I was not surprised. "He told me my sister is a good fuck." Kevin was only eight, but somehow I knew he had inherited enough of my scheming tactics to pull this off.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.