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subrob1967 -> Shangheid a tale of true slavery...Part 2 (12/2/2010 11:19:13 PM)
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Shanghaied Part 2
Boris grabs Vanya by her right arm, and shakes her furiously as he yells at her in Russian.
I don't understand the argument, but do catch the name Alexis and Igor in the tirade.
Boris drags his wife over to my cot and examines the cut on my chest. He releases Vanya and orders her out of the room.
Vanya runs out like a scared rabbit, as Boris picks up her discarded shirt, and presses it on my wound.
"Boris, what the..."
I bite my tongue when he strikes me, his backhand has me seeing stars as he growls, "silence!"
Vanya returns with a first aid kit, and Boris roughly swabs the wound with an alcohol pad, before spraying it with a liquid bandage.
I bite back a scream when the alcohol enters the wound. If looks could kill, both Boris and Vanya's heads would explode right now.
Alexis, Natasha, and Anna are all smiles as they enter the hold, until they see Boris and Vanya standing over me with the first aid kit.
Alexis leads them over and she examines my wound for a moment before she raises her hand and strikes Vanya.
Boris steps between them and the yelling starts. Natasha and Anna examine the wound closer, and Natasha sends Anna from the room.
"Natasha," I whisper, "please tell me what's going on. Why am I chained up?"
"Quiet! Alexis vill explain everything, but you must remain silent!"
"NO! I DEMAND TO KNOW..."
Natasha's left hand grabs me by the balls and crushes them, driving the breath out of my body, as she shoves Vanya's bloody shirt deep in my mouth gagging me.
My face turns red, and I start sweating profusely as she continues to squeeze my nuts.
My hips start bucking, and my head thrash's as I struggle with the pain, and lack of oxygen.
She releases my balls on a look from Alexis, and my body collapses, spent. Tasha removes the bloody gag and I gulp huge amounts of air.
I close my eyes and try to rationalize my situation.
1. I'm being held against my will by at least five people probably more, who don't hesitate to use extreme violence to accomplish their goals.
2. I'm naked, bound, and trapped on a ship miles from shore, even if I were to escape from my cuffs, I have no resources to defend myself, let alone go on an offensive.
3. I know there are at least two parties competing with each other, now I need to figure out how to use that to my advantage.
4. There are at least two potential allies held captive with me. I need to figure out how to communicate with them.
God help me.
As I lay there thinking Anna returns with a 30 something man in a white lab coat. He's carrying a black satchel, so I assume he's some sort of medic.
Boris storms out of the hold with Vanya on his heels, and Alexis turns and watches the medic stitch up my wound.
I can see the fury in her eyes, and decide discretion is the smart move, so I remain quiet as I receive my treatment.
The medic finishes up in about fifteen minutes, and talks to Alexis in Russian before handing her a prescription bottle, he bows to the girls and leaves.
"Anna, go fetch a bottle of vater please." Alexis says as she examines the rest of my body.
She looks deep into my pain filled eyes before giving me three brutal slaps. Forehand! Backhand! Forehand! And once again I'm seeing stars, and darkness threatens to swallow me.
"That's for inciting Vanya, Boris, and Natasha! Understand?"
My head's full of cobwebs, and I can't seem to understand her thick accent.
Apparently she expected a vocal answer, because she slaps me twice more before shouting, "UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes, I understand," I slur through split lips. "Please don't hurt me anymore, I'll do whatever you wish."
Natasha and Alexis hold a conversation in Russian as they wait for Anna to return.
Anna returns in a few moments carrying a bottle of water, Alexis shakes a pill out of the bottle and has Natasha raise my head as she forces me to swallow the pill.
Anna allows me two sips of water, and the girls leave the hold, sealing the heavy steel door from the corridor.
I look over at the other two captives and see the black man staring back with a resigned look on his face.
The girl, on the other hand looks very frightened, so I smile and wink at her, bringing a small smile in return.
I lay back and close my eyes, I drift off thinking about how I'm...No, WE'RE going to escape.
I drift in and out of sleep for what seems to be hours before a blinding light illuminates our prison.
I squint and see Boris and Vanya enter the hold with a two wheeled dolly. They walk over to the black man.
He's weakened from lack of food or drink, and his wrists are raw and bloody from the shackles.
Boris studies him for a moment before giving him two rapid punches in the sternum.
The shots excite Vanya, but drive the wind out of the captive. They also drive any thoughts of resistance out of him, because he just collapses in a heap on the floor when Boris unlocks his shackles.
I want to scream, and beg God to release me as I watch in silence.
Boris drags the guy to his feet by the hair. The guy throws a weak punch in defense, but Boris just laughs off the attack.
He spins the guy around and grabs him from behind, pinning his arms to his side.
Boris speaks to Vanya and her body literally vibrates with excitement as she closes in on the unlucky sap.
I expect to see the razor, but she just grabs his balls and tries to rip them off bare handed.
I never heard anyone scream so loud in my life, thankfully the guy passes out after a couple of minutes, and Boris straps his unconscious body to the gurney, ala Hannibal Lecter.
They kill the lights and slam the door on the way out.
I can smell the stench of urine and fear, my fellow captive must have pissed herself and is sobbing uncontrollably. I try to shush and comfort her, to no avail.
The door bangs open, and the lights come back on moments later as Alexis and Natasha rush into the room.
Natasha is doing a lousy job of hiding the small black pistol she's holding, as she stops near the open door.
Alexis rushes over to me and examines my body from head to foot.
"Did they touch you?"
I shake my head, and mouth the word "no."
My eyes implore her to let me speak, and after a moment's thought, nods in approval.
In a low voice I say, "can we please have some food and water?"
Alexis thinks it over for a minute before saying, "I'll see that you're fed and allowed to use the toilet.
"What about her?"
"She belongs to Boris."
I try to maintain control of my voice as I say, "I don't understand, she's a human being."
"She is Boris's play thing. It's up to him how she's treated."
I shudder in revulsion, how can anyone be so callous about another person?
"Please Alexis, show me this one kindness, I beg you."
"Why do you care what happens to her? She's a ghetto rat from Lebanon."
I bite back what I really want to say, and reply, "we both know what her future is, at least let her enjoy one last kindness."
"Why should I show you any kindness, your a slave."
"Because you want something from me."
"What makes you think I care about you?"
"You struck Vanya, and let the doctor stitch me up."
Her eyes narrow dangerously, so I hastily add, "I'll be the best slave you own. I won't resist, or try to escape."
"You would promise that, for her?"
"Yes."
We can hear the black guy's screams echoing down the corridor, and I can only imagine the torture he's enduring because of these fuckin psychopaths.
"Natasha, phone Anna and have her bring down two complete meals, and four bottles of water, and tell her to come armed."
"Two? Are we dining down here?"
"It's not for us."
"Alexis..."
"Do as I say, just keep the gun handy in case I'm wrong."
"Eto piz`dets," Natasha mutters as she steps out of the hold.
(this is fucking crazy)
"Thank you." I say softly.
She just turns, walks over and closes the door, cutting off the wavering screams.
The girls return ten minutes later, Alexis is carrying ankle and wrist restraints, Natasha has her pistol, and Anna is wheeling a cart with our meals.
Natasha walks to the head of my table and aims her gun at my forehead. Staring up at her is a surreal experience, she looks to be standing on her head to me.
"I am going to release your left leg, if you try to kick me, Natasha will shoot you. Blink twice if you understand."
I blink twice and Alexis cuffs my ankle before releasing the shackle. She drags my left leg across the table and fastens the other cuff on my right leg, finally releasing the right shackle.
My legs are free of the table, but hobbled by three feet of chain connected to the cuffs.
Natasha moves around to the foot of the table, her aim never waivers.
Alexis repeats the procedure with my wrists, freeing me from the table.
"Lay still while I secure the girl, if you move, you both die. Blink if you understand."
I blink twice, and Alexis crosses the room to secure her. Anna produces her own pistol and aims it at the frightened girl.
She looks like she's about to scream when I catch her eye. I wink and smile at her reassuringly.
She calms down a bit, and Alexis is able to secure her without trouble.
Alexis helps her to her feet, and ties a rope to the chain linking her handcuffs. She runs the rope between her legs and up her back, wrapping it around her throat.
Anna hands Alexis the pistol and takes the rope, forcing the girl out of the room.
"We will wait until they return before I take you. Blink twice if you understand."
I blink twice.
"You may sit up, but do not try to stand."
I struggle a bit, making Natasha nervous. 'Don't you shoot, bitch!' I think, as I'm finally able to sit up.
I sit there with my head hanging low, and wait for Anna to return with the girl.
Anna and the girl return ten minutes later, and I can tell Anna let her clean her piss off.
"Vat took so long?"
"The stupid bitch pissed herself, so I made her clean it up."
Anna forces the girl to wipe down her table before unwinding the rope and forcing her to sit on the floor.
She then unties the rope from the cuffs and uses it to wrap around her throat, and ties it to the leg of the table.
Alexis hands Anna the gun and helps me stand up. She ties another rope to my handcuff chain and passes it between my legs.
She grabs it and brings it up, looping it around my neck, before holding both strands behind my back.
"Valk out of the hold and turn to your left." Alexis commands.
My legs are rubbery, and I'm forced to take mincing steps due to my ankle cuffs.
Alexis has total control of my body, and if I wasn't so scared, I could almost admire this bondage.
We step into the corridor, and I catch the faint sounds of the engines running.
If I had to guess, I'd say we're on the lowest level of the ship, forward of the engine room.
Natasha closes the Hold door, locking Anna in with the girl.
"Third door on the right." Alexis says in a low voice and force marches me down the corridor.
Natasha steps around us and precedes us down the hall, walking backwards, pistol at the ready.
Anna left the door open, so Alexis guides me inside. The room is small, consisting of a stainless steel commode like a prison would have, as well as a utility sink, also molded of stainless.
Alexis releases the rope and steps back, I turn around and see Natasha standing in the door, pistol aimed at my nose.
"You promised to behave, so have a seat and I'll release your right hand so you can vipe vhen you are done." Alexis says.
I sit on the commode and she unlocks my right wrist. I'm tempted to make a move, but Natasha is watching me like a hawk.
Alexis locks the open cuff to an iron ring that's welded onto the bulkhead.
As I'm going, Alexis fills the sink with water for me to wash up when I'm done.
I finish up, wipe, and hold my right wrist out condescendingly.
Alexis unlocks the cuff from the ring and quickly snaps it around my wrist.
I stand up and shuffle to the sink to wash my hands. An electric soap dispenser squirts a small amount of liquid soap into my hand, so I wash them rapidly.
"Vash the blood off your face, do not let the floor get vet."
I bend at the waist and lean down close to the bowl to make sure I don't make a mess.
As I cup the water Alexis grabs my hair and shoves my face under water. Her foot stomps on the the chain between my legs as well as the rope dangling from my cuffs, pinning me in place with no leverage.
I can't use my hands, or move my feet, so I panic and my mouth opens to scream.
I feel the water flow down my throat, but I'm helpless to stop it, Alexis holds me under for an eternity.
My body thrash's a few times, and once again I find myself on the edge of darkness.
Alexis grabs pulls my head up before thrusting my body towards the commode.
I land on my knees and have enough presence of mind to vomit the water into the toilet.
I vomit enough water to cause the toilet to flush on it's own as I try to catch a breath.
'Why is this happening to me? How can there be people this sick and twisted? Why haven't they been arrested?'
All these thoughts run through my head as I gasp for air.
Alexis grabs me by the hair and drags me to my feet. She quickly applies her rope bondage, and says,
"You are nothing! You have no name, no hope, and live only because I allow you to, do you understand slave?"
My responding nod was too slow because she kicks my legs out from under me, and I drop to the floor, face up.
Alexis kicks me in the balls full force, once again paralyzing me with pain, and driving all air out of my body.
"Please kill me now." I'm finally able to beg in a weak voice, "please, just shoot me, or cut my throat, or stomp me to death, I don't care anymore."
"SILENCE! One more word and I keel the girl!"
I roll into a fetal position and cry uncontrollably.
"Hand me the gun, and go secure Boris's bitch, remove the food, then bring Anna back here."
"Da."
Alexis stands over me and says, "I didn't go through all that trouble capturing you just to keel you."
"I have plans for you, but the more troublesome you are, the more pain you'll endure. There is no escape for you, I own you now, and you VILL do vhatever I say, yes?"
"Y...yes Master." I manage to spit out.
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