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They both giggled and this was sufficient for virgin muscles to relax and the last millimetres of penetration were completed and the thick root of Crichton's cock was snugly trapped by her grasping pussy lips and the cock head was pushed up against her cervix. Tanya started to experiment with the muscles inside her vagina to see what control she could exert and his cock felt the fluttering sensation sexily massaging him. He groaned and started to pull slowly back out preferring to risk the impact of the friction on his sensitive cock.
"Oh MY God, darling, that is amazing but will make me come in seconds if you keep doing that. Ouch, what was that?"
She was gripping him tight just at the head of his cock, tight enough to have stopped his withdrawal stroke and she grinned at him.
"I was just practicing holding you in there when we fall asleep. We will get some sleep tonight won't we?"
"We can stop now and go to sleep if you like I wasn't doing anything important!"
He grinned at her and she shrugged unconcernedly.
"OK, suit yourself, you'll have blue balls all night but what do I care!"
He arched an eyebrow.
"And I suppose you'll not be frustrated in anyway?"
"No because I will finger myself to a very noisy orgasm and make you even hornier and frustrated."
Despite their words their hips were a law unto themselves and as they smiled at the silly banter his cock was withdrawing and thrusting into her hot, wet, sheath with short strokes. These soon started to lengthen and Tanya flexed her hips off the bed to receive the in-stroke and get as much contact as possible between her clit and the underside of his cock. To supplement it she burrowed one hand between her abdomen and the bed so she could touch herself. Her breathing was getting faster and her gasps of delight were interspersed with a monologue charting her growing arousal.
"Ooooh Daddy! Now I'm getting to the good part! Your cock is driving your baby girl insane it's sooooo fucking big ... soooo fucking thick ... Is it good for you too? Does Daddy's cock like his daughter's pussy? Does it want to fuck it forever 'coz I want my Daddy's cock in me forever?"
Crichton needed no further stimulation than the liquid velvet feel of his cock in her pussy but hearing her calling him 'Daddy' so often was making it difficult to keep his rising orgasm in check. He wanted her to come with him or before him but at this rate he could leave her high and dry and that wasn't what he wanted for her first time.
Realising he needed to give her more stimulation he untied the strings of her bikini top and then reached under her to cup her firm, full breasts with both hands trapping the nipples in his palms and started a gentle circular motion whilst using his fingers and thumbs to caress the inner and upper slopes of her tits. They felt wonderful to his touch and he realised he was stimulating himself a lot as well and his hip thrusts increased in speed and force causing the bed to move and slide. Tanya had not completed the locking process and he was worried that the bed would move so much she would bang her head against the bulkhead.
Tanya felt his hands on her breasts and mewled with delight and thrust her chest harder against his hands starting another monologue in time with her panting breaths.
"Yes! Yes Daddy! Fondle my tits! ... Pinch my nipples! Yessss!, like that! Harder ... harder ... I love it ... I love your cock ... I love your hands ... I love you ... your baby girl loves being ... fucked ... by her Dirty ... Daddy ... Daughter ... Fucker!"
Somewhere in her nervous system synapses started to fire and she started to move harder and faster against all of the things stimulating her at the same time. This caused her body to writhe as she forced her tits against his hands and then her pelvis against her own fingers and his plundering cock in her pussy. Her orgasm was coming and she knew it was going to be huge and increased the speed of her hips thrusts back at him.
Crichton could feel the change in her body movements and felt his balls start to churn in anticipation of his own climax. He straightened himself off her back and withdrew his hands from her heaving tits and gripped her hips in anticipation of riding hard to the end. He looked down at the magnificent sight in front of him, his beautiful daughter writhing and groaning as his cock speared in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Her spectacular body was almost out of control in her passion and those stunning, heart shaped perfect buttocks were smashing back against his hips with every thrust.
Her monologue had deteriorated and was repeating over and over:
"Fuck me Daddy ... fuck me Daddy ... fuck me Daddy ..."
His view took in the froth of their juices coating the inside of her thighs, buttocks and her tight rosebud and he decided to add more stimulation. He grabbed her thick dark pony tail with his left hand used it to pull her back as he thrust into her and at the same time ran his right thumb through the froth and gently rimmed the nerves around her anus.
She jerked at the touch but looked back and whimpered in delight.
"That's good ... do it again ... touch my arse ... I'm going ... to come ... Daddy!"
He grinned back and repeated the process until he felt the muscle ring relax before thrusting his thumb in through the sphincter in time with a savage thrust of his cock into her slick pussy. He pulled her head back by the pony tail and she gasped and groaned as her whole body froze solid locking his cock deep inside her as the massive climax overtook her.
"Fuccckkkk ... cumiinnggg ... Daddeeee! ... CUMMINNNG!"
Her body then relaxed and she started rutting against him even harder causing his own climax to start as he withdrew and thrust deeply into her, his cock expanding still further, throbbing and the pulsing as semen sprayed from the tip into her tight pussy. His own cries echoed his daughter's.
"Ohhhhh baby ... comminnngggg in you baby!"
Despite her own orgasmic haze Tanya was aware enough to realise that he was coming before he cried out. She had felt his cock thicken and strengthen and then that wonderful muscular pulse as he coated her insides with his sperm. That was enough to restart her own orgasm and she thrust backwards as he pushed in and pulsed again. Her body froze again before relaxing and rutting in spastic movements against his own thrusts as his cock continued to throb and pulse inside her.
They were both gasping for breath and slowly the motion stopped although her body continued to twitch through a series of after-shocks. Tanya's eyes were closed in a feeling of complete euphoria and she knew she was smiling from ear-to-ear. That had been the most awesome experience of her life and they had not been making love, just fucking. What would it be like when they did it properly?! She could feel his semi-hard cock still inside her and she tried to grip it with her vaginal muscles as she wanted to keep it inside of her forever, but eventually it fell out together with copious quantities of their combined fluids. She felt him fall forward over her with his head alongside hers on the bed. He pulled her tight with his left arm across her shoulders and nuzzled into her neck, giving her light butterfly kisses which delighted her as it told her that he had enjoyed it too. She heard him whisper.
"I don't know about you sweetheart but I haven't got any brains left. How are you?"
She turned her head to face him with a radiant smile.
"Oh, Daddy, that was wonderful, I love you. I love you. I love you! I want to make love with you for ever."
"I love you too baby girl and I think that could be arranged. First though I think we could both do with a shower and then some sleep as someone I know has watch-keeping duties in the morning!"
She groaned at the prospect.
Chapter 6
He rolled away onto his back and looked at her as she climbed to her feet and stood with her back to him. It was the first time he had seen her completely naked and the she was just as spectacular as he had imagined she would be. Her legs were long and toned from the gymnastics and sport she had done at school leading to that firm, heart shaped arse that had captivated him as he walked in through the cabin door. Before he could continue his upward appraisal she turned her head and caught him staring and giggled mischievously at him. She turned her body to face him but put an arm across her breasts and a hand over her groin.
"You shouldn't be looking at me without any clothes on. I'm your daughter you perv!"
He met her gaze with a look of lust and adoration.
"I never want to stop looking at you, with clothes or without them. You are truly, truly stunning and look at the effect you have on me! My cock is getting hard again after just a few minutes!"
She looked down at his groin to see his flaccid penis start to straighten and lengthen before it rested on his abdomen. It was the first time she had really seen it and the sight caused her pussy to tingle in anticipation. It had to be 8 or 9 inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist! She knelt on the bed next to him and looked at him with a shy questioning glance.
"Can I touch it?"
He nodded and his gaze followed her right hand as she gently ran her fingers and thumb from the head down to his balls. He groaned quietly at the touch and the vision of his beautiful naked daughter touching his cock. His next moan was louder as her left hand moved to fondle his heavy balls while the other ascended his shaft to gently polish the swollen head. He reached across with his left hand to touch her breast feeling how firm it was and how her nipple hardened under his touch. Her breasts were not large, maybe a B cup, but were high on her chest without any sag at all. Her nipples were the size of thimbles with hardly any areola around them.
She giggled and slapped his hand away.
"You didn't ask for permission to touch them!"
"No, but I did tell you up on deck that I was going to lick and bite them so you were warned."
With that he lifted his head and pulled her body towards him so that his mouth was inches from her left nipple. He blew gently and then touched it lightly with the tip of his tongue before withdrawing his head. She groaned from the sensation and her nipples hardened even more and her pussy started to drool. She moved her body to follow his mouth almost feeding her breast to him.
"Please don't tease me, Dadddeeee!"
She whined like a small child and they both giggled before his lips settled on her hard nipple and his hand cupped her other breast. She hissed with delight and put an arm behind his head to pull it closer as his mouth squirmed against her firm boob. Crichton rolled them onto their sides so he could run his free hand down to stroke and cup her toned buttocks while one of her hands kept stroking the hard shaft trapped between their stomachs. Crichton continued to lick and nibble her hard nipples as she pressed her chest against his face.
With all thought of showering and going to sleep forgotten Crichton released his grip on her bum and rolled her onto her back and knelt up so he could access her pussy and clit with his right hand while he slid his left hand between her thighs to rim her tight anus. Tanya moaned at the double stimulation but maintained her grip on his cock which had started to leak pre-cum again. Her polishing motion on the crown smeared the natural lubricant over the swollen head and she looked in fascination as more beads of the clear liquid appeared. On a whim she decided she needed to taste it and brought her sticky fingers to her mouth, delicately extending the tip of her tongue to capture the residue. She shuddered as her nostrils and taste buds were assailed by the sexy smell of her father's essence and her gaze flicked to his face to see him grinning at her.
Busted!
"You can get it direct from the source if you like?"
She blushed but nodded and Crichton disengaged his fingers from her pussy and arse and rolled her on top of him so they were in the classic 69 position. He found himself staring at her beautiful pussy with the bead of her erect clit standing proud its sheath and circled it several times with his tongue drawing excited cries from Tanya's mouth. He felt her hands on his buttocks to pull his throbbing cock closer to her mouth and moved his legs apart to give her access. She moaned in frustration as he changed position so he could access the frothing swamp that was her pussy but the cry morphed to a whimper of delight as he stuck his tongue into her opening as far as he could and rotated it. He drank greedily from the fountain relishing in the wonderful taste and smell of her arousal. He was addicted from the first moment he tasted her and vowed to do it every day of his life.
Tanya finally manoeuvred herself so that she could capture her father's shaft and brought the head of the large cock up to her mouth. She had to stretch her lips to accommodate the bulbous crown but revelled in the feeling of an immediate squirt of pre-cum onto her tongue. She savoured the taste and took his shaft deeper into her mouth but gagged when it hit the back of her throat. She realised that she would have to practice a lot if she was going to give him the oral pleasure that a dutiful daughter should. She giggled to herself at the thought of all the daughters in the world giving their fathers a blowjob as part of the duties. She was positioned so that she could see his anus beyond his ball sack and knowing how she enjoyed him touching and inserting his finger into her arse, decided to return the favour. She licked the middle finger of one hand and ran it over his perineum and then gently circled the crinkled sphincter eliciting a moan of pleasure. She brought the finger back to her mouth to wet it some more before returning it to his arsehole and pushed it in through the resisting muscle and gently frigged in time with the movements of her mouth on his cock.
Crichton was struggling to concentrate on giving Tanya pleasure as she did things to him that ramped up his own need to cum. He wanted to make sure that she got off from their first oral love-making but needed to have more room to do it. He forced her knees away from his head so he could reach both her pussy and arse without difficulty before pushing his head into the furnace that was her cunt and tongued her lips and clit indiscriminately. She writhed against him from the sensation and moaned constantly despite the presence of his cock-head in her mouth. He moved his lips and tongue along her taint and rimmed her tight anus before bringing his middle finger to push into the humid depths of her arse. The position of his hand allowed him to push his index finger and thumb into the velvet depths of her vagina as his tongue circled and sucked on her prominent clit. The stimulation of her arse, pussy and clit was too much for Tanya and she relinquished her grip on his cock and came in a paroxysm of wailing lust.
"Fuckkkkkk!"
Crichton kept the stimulation going for a few seconds whilst she shuddered through a few after-shocks before falling off her father onto the unkempt bed in a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss. Crichton had not cum so got up and moved around to kneel between Tanya's splayed legs and pouched the head of his throbbing cock in the entrance to her frothy vaginal opening and pushed gently in. She stirred as the wonderful feeling of her father's cock spreading her open became too much to ignore and looked at him with lust filled eyes.
"Oh, Dad that was so good but you distracted me ... I wanted to make you come in my mouth ... but I guess this is just as good!"
Her father looked at her lovingly.
"There will be plenty of opportunity for you to eat my cum but right now I want to fuck this tight pussy which I'm becoming addicted to!"
She smiled back at him with eyes clouded with lust and pulled her legs up so that her knees were against her breasts allowing him to penetrate deeply into cunt and she felt his cock push up against her cervix. They both moaned as he bottomed out and she felt his testicles mash against her buttocks and she realised she was completely full.
"Fuckkk! You fill me up so well Dad! I can feel you against my womb ... so deep! Just fuck me now and keep fucking me for ever!"
Crichton pulled back slowly and felt the walls of her clinging vagina holding him back before he reversed course with a more powerful stroke and his cock hit her cervix again. Tanya moaned in delight from the thrust and hissed in disappointment as he withdrew.
Womb!
That word percolated into Crichton's brain.
Womb!
He stopped and looked concernedly at his daughter.
"Umm ... baby girl ... are you on any sort of birth control? Should I be coming inside you like I did the first time?"
Tanya smiled back at him.
"No, Dad, I'm not, but I just finished my period so am safe. We might need to get that sorted ... some condoms or Plan B or something when we get to Tahiti and then I'll go on the pill when I get back to the UK. I'm not giving up making love with you even for a day let alone for several days when I'm fertile. Maybe we should try anal and that way we wouldn't have to worry!"
Her father groaned at the prospect of taking her anal virginity and fucked into her harder. Tanya saw and felt his reaction looked mischievously up at him.
"Oh, Dirty Daddy Daughter Fucker likes the idea of fucking his daughter's tight slutty arse does he?"
He pounded her sopping pussy a few more times and could feel his own climax starting to build helped on by Tanya's comment but she wasn't finished blowing his mind yet.
"Mind you, Daddy you could just knock me up and be done with it! Why don't you give me a baby, Daddy!"
She giggled as she said it but the prospect of impregnating his step-daughter was too much and he thrust himself deep into his daughter's vagina and semen exploded from his rampant cock.
Chapter 7
It was still dark when Crichton's subconscious told him that something was not right with the boat and woke him up. He stirred groggily and It took a puzzling moment to work out why he was not alone in bed before smiling happily as the events of the previous night came flooding back to him. They had made love one more time after Tanya brought him back to raging hardness with her mouth and tongue before riding him cowgirl to another screaming orgasm. Eventually, they collapsed into sleep in each other's arms as Tanya murmured sleepily that it was the best bit about making love with him.
He looked down at the mass of long dark hair cascading across his chest as his daughter lay sleeping in the crook of his arm, with one of her arms flung casually across his chest. His nostrils were assailed by the smell of their love-making but also the delightful warm scent of a sleepy young girl. He would have to agree with her about the cuddling and sleeping together.
He tried to get his mind back onto what had woken him as the feeling that something was not right continued to nag at him. At that moment the boat yawed violently as it turned across a wave until it settled again and then he realised that the boat had changed course. It was obvious that the waves were coming from the starboard side rather than the port side.
"WTF he's changed course? It feels like were almost doing a reciprocal ... he's turned it round ... that fucking bitch must have told him to do it and he hasn't checked with me."
He was about to reach for the intercom to ask Tony what was going on when the cabin door was slid roughly open and a torch beam shone in. He shielded his eyes against the glare and heard Mitch's mocking voice from behind it,
"Well lookee here! Looks like Daddy and Daughter have been doing the naughties! Certainly smells like they have.""What the fuck, Mitch? Turn that torch off. What are you doing? Why has the boat turned round? Did the Ice Queen tell you to do it?"
"Just shut the fuck up! You'll find out soon enough."
Tanya was woken by the noise and raised herself sleepily and looked towards the door to see what was going on. The torchlight moved from Crichton's face to Tanya's breasts and Mitch's reaction told it all.
"Jesus, look at those puppies, I have to say I would fuck her myself if I was her dad."
Tanya realised she was exposed and gave a small cry as she crossed her arm over her chest. Mitch just laughed.
"Don't worry about doing that darlin', I'm going to be tasting them beauties later whether you like it or not!"
Crichton snarled and leapt out of the bed and rushed towards the torchlight.
"Don't you fucking dare touch her. I'll kill you if you do!"
"Yeah, right! We'll see about that."
Mitch's laugh was mocking as he thrust a gun into Crichton's face causing the angry father to stop suddenly. Tanya gave a shriek of surprise and fear at the sight of the gun."
"Now, just step back and no one will get hurt. Put some clothes on both of you. We're going up to the saloon. I'll be just outside the door so no funny business."
He stepped back and partially shut the door.
Crichton turned on the light and hurriedly threw on some clothes and deck shoes. Tanya was worried that Mitch was still perving on her and kept her back to the doorway as she stood up to get some clothes. The whistle of appreciation from the doorway confirmed her fears.
"Nice ass too, I'm really going to have some fun with you."
Crichton's hands clenched at the vile comment but resisted the temptation to do anything that would provoke Mitch into using the gun.
Once Tanya had put some clothes on they were ushered out into the corridor where Tony was waiting with a gun in hand as well. Crichton and Tanya were shepherded up the companion way up to the main saloon where an unbelievable sight met their eyes: all three passengers bound and gagged sitting on one of the side benches with their eyes wide with fear. Mitch moved to the centre of the room pointing the automatic at them while Tony covered the passengers. Mitch smirked as Crichton's eyes opened wide in shock.
"What the fuck is going on? What's with the guns? Who's keeping watch ... there could be lots of small boats around."
"Never mind about that Skipper. Tanya, sit down on that bench and we'll make sure you're comfortable for the next part of the trip. Daddy will need to be in the cockpit but we need to keep you down here so he has every incentive to cooperate."
Tony came over and roughly pulled her arms behind her back and used a cable tie to bind her hands together. He pushed her down onto the banquette and tied her feet together. He was going to put gaffer tape over her mouth when Mitch stopped him with a laugh.
"No need for that as she won't be able to blow you with that on, in fact take the others' off as well."
Crichton was hoping that the two gunmen were just playing mind games and were not actually going to force themselves on the passengers and Tanya. He tried to bring the conversation back to where they were going and why.
"What the fuck are you talking about? Why are we heading westwards? At this rate we'll end up in the middle of the cyclone."
Mitch grinned maliciously.
"You maybe, but not us!"
Crichton snorted in derision.
"What, you're going to stop the boat and get off, how?"
Mitch shrugged.
"That's not for you to worry about. Anyway, we've got 18 hours or so before we get where we're going so Tony and I will be taking our pleasure with all three of the lovely ladies before we get off."
Crichton looked over at Nadia again and saw from her expression that she had heard what Mitch had just said, her eyes expressing her shock and horror as she squirmed in her bonds and cried into her gag. He shook his head as he tried to make sense of what Mitch was saying.
"You've turned that boat around, heading for where in 18 hours? And more importantly, why are you doing this?"
Before Mitch could answer Crichton started to do the calculation in his head and answered his own questions. It would put them somewhere near the Tonga Trench, the second deepest part of the Pacific Ocean after the Mariana Trench. It was obvious from what had been said that Mitch and Tony were getting taken off by boat or possibly a helicopter from US Samoa. It was also obvious from what Mitch had said that Crichton, Tanya and the three passengers were staying aboard! So, they were to be killed and their bodies would go down with the catamaran in a place that would be extremely difficult for anyone to check.
But a helicopter wouldn't fly if the weather was bad and getting off onto a boat in a cyclone wasn't going to be easy, even if a skipper was prepared to go out in the storm to begin with. Crichton reasoned that there was always somebody stupid enough if the money was right and given the sacrifice of a very expensive sailing boat it would appear that would not be a problem.
He could not resist an ironic chuckle and it disconcerted Mitch.
"What are you laughing at, old man?"
Crichton chuckled some more and shook his head as though amazed at the concept. Mitch came closer and waved the gun in his face with an angry look on his face and sneered.
"What the fuck is so funny?"
"OK, Mitch, you have turned the boat around and are planning on scuttling her over the Tonga Trench with our bodies onboard ... "
He had paused to look for a reaction from Mitch who tried to look unconcerned that Crichton had worked it out but there was a trace of discomfort in his face.
" ... while you get a nice Lyft out on a boat or helicopter from Samoa. It will appear that Singular is lost with all souls onboard. So how do you then reappear in your local whorehouses or in front of your wife and children if they're unlucky enough to exist, if you have perished?"
Mitch looked triumphant.
"Because we were disembarked before you left Samoa!"
"Huh?"
"There will be records showing that we were taken off by a paparazzi boat, you know, the one that came close as we left the harbour. There will even be deep fake footage showing us getting off."
Crichton was still perplexed and could not find the words to express his confusion.
"Huh?"
Mitch grinned evilly.
"We were never on board after you left Samoa. We will say that we feared for our safety with such an incompetent skipper with known alcohol problems and chose to disembark. Why the fuck do you think you were hired? You're a liability and the perfect patsy for this little charade. The boss wants out from under this shit show of a divorce so needs it to go away. Drowning the Ice-Queen at the bottom of the Pacific in a multi-million dollar yacht is a good investment as far as Mr. Trip is concerned and the rest of you are just collateral damage."
He raised his voice at the end to ensure that the three passengers all heard this revelation and the gasps and moans behind their gags made him grin evilly as he got the desired result.
Crichton still had some questions.
"So why do you need me in the cockpit, you know how to control the boat?"
"We need you in the cockpit if we happen to meet any other boats. The fact that the boat won't be heading in the right direction or in the right place can be explained away ... The Ice Queen decided she wanted to go to Tonga or Fiji instead of Tahiti ... but our presence can't be."
Crichton nodded his understanding and then smiled.
"In which case you can't shoot me!"
Mitch sneered.
"Don't be so sure. We only need one of you or Tanya. It might mean we have to curtail our fun with her but we've still got the other 2! Now, get up there and don't try anything stupid or otherwise we might get a bit too aggressive with your daughter. By the way, we have disconnected the radar, the AIS, the main radio, both EPIRBs and I have the Satphone and the hand-held radio hidden away as we'll need them when we come to get off. The GPS is still working because we wouldn't want to run aground would we, but then it wouldn't be your first time!"
Crichton flushed at the insult but was already thinking about the previous comment from Mitch.
'Why the fuck do you think you were hired? You're a liability and the perfect patsy for this little charade.'
When the boat disappeared it would be blamed on his incompetence.
Mitch carried on.
"Oh, yes, one extra thing, the satellite link has been disconnected so you can't contact anyone that way but it does mean you won't get any updated weather information ... but then you have no reason to worry beyond the next 18 hours. The current forecast is on the iPad and shows the cyclone maintaining its' track. We're due a NE wind gusting up to 45 knots but no more for the next 24 hours. The course is already in the auto-helm at 270 degrees and don't think about changing it as we have the information repeaters down here. Bump the speed up to 15 knots otherwise we won't make our ETA. So off you go, old man, we'll entertain your daughter while you're up there!"
Mitch laughed evilly and leered over at Tanya and Crichton clenched his fists again feeling completely impotent.
"Can I talk to Tanya first?"
"OK, but not for long."
Still dazed, Crichton went over to hug Tanya who looked completely shocked and ready to cry. Her binding meant she couldn't put her arms around him which she so desperately wanted to do but he wrapped her in his own arms and she immediately felt better. He looked her in the eyes and she could see her own fear reflected back at her. He whispered to her as he didn't want Mitch to hear.
"Just know that I love you, baby girl, and will do everything in my power to get us out of this. I've got no leverage at the moment as everything is on auto but at some point I hope I can fuck things up with the boat so they're distracted. I don't know whether he's being serious about ... having fun with you and the others ... I hope not but if it gives you an opportunity to get free then take it. There are two guns in the gun safe in our cabin and the combination is ... what the fuck?"
Mitch had dragged him away and looked accusingly at him as he pointed the automatic at him.
"What were you plotting? Get the fuck up to the cockpit."
"You're getting paranoid Mitch, I'm just cuddling with my daughter, she's very upset."
"Not as upset as she will be in a while. Now get up there."
Chapter 8
Crichton was still dazed as he climbed the companion way up to the cockpit but his professionalism kicked in and he immediately did his standard routine of checking for any other vessels in the vicinity. He performed a 360 degree sweep but could see no lights anywhere. It was still an hour from dawn and the cloud cover prevented any view of the moon or stars. He then checked the boat's course and speed, the GPS position and the wind speed and direction. The wind was currently 30 knots from the NE and the boat was making 10 knots but he adjusted the throttle to increase it to 15 knots and then used the GPS to calculate where they would be in 18 hours with the current course and speed.
Bingo!
Right over the nearest part of the Tonga Trench and about 60 miles from Pago Pago, a reasonable distance for a helicopter ride. However the pickup would be difficult in the dark and they would have go overboard to be winched up as the foil would make it impossible to hover over the boat. On reflection it was probably going to be a boat pickup but even that transfer in a rough sea was also going to be difficult. He looked back at the following sea and predicted that they would have at least 5m swells by the time of the pickup as the wind was going to increase.
"Sooner them than me!"
His gallows humour did not make him feel any better and he checked all the instruments and found that Mitch had been correct in his description of what was working and what was not. He then checked under the console and was disappointed to find that they had removed the circuit breakers for the disabled instruments and cut the wires back.
He looked at the back of the cockpit where the EPIRB was located in a bracket and saw that it had been smashed. The Emergency Position Indicating Radio Beacon was there to transmit a distress signal which could be picked up by satellite anywhere in the world for 48 hours. The version on Singular was designed to be manually activated or when emersed in water. There was another one in the life-raft but Mitch had indicated that it had been disabled too.
He went back to the GPS system and set it to give warning if any boat with AIS activated was with 20 miles. The Automated Identification System shows the GPS position of any vessel with their transponder activated and is used by others to plot their position and course in order to avoid collisions at sea. Unfortunately he could not see any such vessel and was not surprised as the local boats probably didn't have AIS and were unlikely to be out if a cyclone was spinning up.
No, he was alone and unable to communicate even if he wasn't!
Chapter 9
Nadia sat uncomfortably on the banquette alongside Chloe and Lance and looked over at Tanya on the other side of the saloon. Mitch and Tony were standing at the front of the room looking down at the small instrument desk which held duplicate screens of the key systems.
Crichton had gone up to the cockpit about 5 minutes previously and they were obviously checking whether he was doing what Mitch had told him. She shuddered at the memory of how this nightmare had started less than an hour previously. She had been awoken by the cabin door sliding open and then saw Chloe pushed to the floor by a sneering Mitch who stood in the doorway, pointing a gun at her.
"I suggest you get up and come with me if you don't want me to shoot your precious daughter."
She was still sleepy having taken a motion sickness pill and a sleeping tablet before going to bed and stirred sluggishly as she looked down at her daughter who was crying hysterically.
"Whaa ... what's going on? What are you doing?"
Mitch strode into the cabin and pulled the duvet off the dazed woman and then whistled appreciatively as he saw that Nadia slept in the nude. She struggled to pull the cover back over herself but gave up as Mitch kept hold of it and leered down at her, drinking in the sight of the beautiful older woman. She put and arm across her boobs and a hand over her groin to preserve her modesty but the crewman just laughed and pulled the arm away from her breasts and leered at her natural, firm 34C breasts.
"Now you get all embarrassed about showing your body. How many nude scenes have you done,15, 20? Not forgetting the full-on penetration with a strap on ... I still use that as spank bank material ..."
Nadia was now starting to get her faculties together and snarled up at him with her accent thicker than normal.
"That wasn't me you pathetic little dicked man ... owww!"
Mitch had back-handed her across her cheek and her ears rang from the force of the blow. His face hovered close to hers as he spoke angrily at her.
"Don't you call me that. You'll be seeing how big my dick is before too long as will your daughter. Tony might even have a go at your son's ass as he swings both ways. Now get the fuck up and put something on. We'll rip it off later when we DP you so don't use anything too expensive ... mind you that's the least of your worries ... now get your ass up!"
He stepped back and Nadia made an attempt to get up but was dizzy from the effects of the medication and the slap and fell back onto the bed, moaning. Mitch grabbed her hair and pulled violently causing her to scream.
"OK, OK ... I'm getting up ... why are you doing this ... what's happening?"
Mitch laughed evilly and released her as she rolled out of bed onto her knees on the floor next to Chloe who had stopped crying but was also looking at Mitch for an answers to her mother's question.
"What's happening is that your divorce is coming through early but unfortunately you won't get anything from the settlement no matter what the pre-nup says!"
She looked up at him in confusion.
"I'm sorry I still don't understand."
Mitch rolled his eyes.
"I'll spell it out for you, you dumb slut! Your husband does not want to go through a divorce with a lot of dirty linen aired in public! You going to the cops and crying 'rape' will mean it will cost him a lot more than if you had signed the NDA and taken the money! He doesn't want the publicity so you, unfortunately, will suffer a boating accident with all hands lost at sea. In short, you don't get to come back from this voyage and neither does anyone else ... except Tony and me."
Nadia's eyes expressed her horror as the meaning of his words sunk in. She looked at her daughter and could see her own emotions reflected back at her in her daughter's face. In desperation she launched herself at the crewman to try and take the gun from him but he slapped her again and laughed as she fell to the floor.
"Do that again, bitch, and I'll shoot Chloe in the stomach in front of you and you can watch her die in agony over the next few hours. Now get up and put something on. We don't want Lance's lance getting hard, do we?"
His dirty laugh at his own pathetic joke earned him a sneer from Nadia but she put on a robe and Mitch pushed her and Chloe into the saloon where Tony was tying Lance's hands and feet. Her eyes met with those of her son's and she could see the fear and panic in them and tried to give him a reassuring smile. Tony came behind her and roughly pulled her arms behind her and bound her hands together with a cable tie, while Mitch did the same to Chloe. She heard them both snigger as a hand came from behind to roughly fondle her breast. She heard a gasp and moan of pain from Chloe and saw that Mitch was doing the same to her.
"Leave her alone you perverts. Feel me up if you like but leave my daughter alone."
Mitch smirked at her and put his gun down and then pulled Chloe's T shirt up to expose her bare breasts and grasped both of them. Chloe whimpered in pain again as her sensitive tit-flesh was manhandled. Nadia looked away and said nothing as it seemed to make it worse if she did. She was pushed roughly onto the banquette next to her children and they were all then gagged with gaffer tape. Once they had finished she saw the two crewmen speak together briefly and grin before looking lasciviously over at the three of them.
The arrival of Crichton and Tanya confirmed her husband's plan was to leave no witnesses as Mitch's raised voice put it into perspective:
"Drowning the Ice-Queen at the bottom of the Pacific in a multi-million dollar yacht is a good investment as far as Mr. Trip is concerned and the rest of you are just collateral damage."
Once the initial panic had subsided Nadia was now more in control of herself as she channelled her acting skills to exude confidence and serenity, even if she didn't necessarily feel it. She was waiting to see what happened next as Mitch had kept suggesting that he and Tony were going to have 'fun' with them, which she took to mean have sex with them. On one hand she hoped that was just him attempting to keep the captives in panic mode but, on the other, it may give her an opportunity to get free and try to fuck up their plans.
For herself she had no problem if they raped her, even if they DP'd her, but she did not want that for her two children who she thought, maybe naively, were still virgins. Even if they were going to die in the next 24hours they should do it with dignity.
She, on the other hand, had lost her virginity at 14 when her mother allowed a movie producer to fuck her in exchange for her first acting part in a movie. In these days of #MeToo she could have got publicity out of that event as the man had been prosecuted for similar offences with other girls and a boy. However, she had decided that it would probably reflect badly on her as the rapist could point to the fact that her mother had been a willing participant as well, even licking the blood and cum from the man's cock afterwards and then eating the same mixture from her daughter's ravaged cunt as she was fucked from behind.
Nadia had just sent him a 'fuck u!' message when he was convicted.
Nadia honestly could not say whether she had ever 'made love' as she had never been in love with any of her partners. Her couplings had been purely transactional and mostly bereft of emotion, even with her long-term lovers and her first husband. Her mother's ministrations had given her a love of oral sex especially from a girl and the recent discovery that she could orgasm from anal sex, courtesy of Carson Trip, would make for a more fulfilling sex life in the future but it would still be without emotion.
Her problem was that she was incapable of loving anyone else as much as she loved herself. She was a narcissist and knew it.
Both her marriages were transactions to amplify her own image and give a positive benefit to her husband of the time: the trophy wife for the much older billionaire Carson Trip and the 'beard' for her first husband, Michael Platt. He was an action movie star who was suppressing his homosexuality while he was still in the super-hero franchise that had made him famous. Had she known he was gay, she would never have married him, as she abhorred such people she considered to be deviants and had divorced him as soon as he came out after the franchise ended. Since then he seemed to have been making up for lost time as he had recently been diagnosed with HIV AIDS which was being presented as MS to the public and their children.
She surprised herself by feeling protective of Chloe being raped as, in hindsight, the adoption, if it could be called that, had been a mistake. If she could only love herself, how could she have been able to love her children? Sadly, her attempts to be a good mother had evaporated as soon as the photo-ops were over and a new script came her way.
The idea of having children had come from her publicist who suggested that Brad and Angelina were stealing Nadia and Michael's golden couple status and that having a baby would help rebuild the brand. There was no way that Nadia was going to run the risk of ruining her figure by giving birth and so the decision to adopt was made. Because of her political beliefs she wanted beautiful, blonde haired, blue-eyed children and the first forays into orphanages depressed her intensely. She decided the only way to get the ideal child was to create one herself, using her own eggs. A surrogate was hired anonymously and Nadia's eggs were fertilised with sperm from an outrageously handsome man she picked from a donor catalogue. The doctor implanted 2 eggs to make sure at least one worked and her 'adopted' twins were born 9 months later. Her ex-husband and the twins themselves had no idea that Nadia was their genetic mother.
She looked over at the beautiful coloured girl again and was sad that the image of her dark head buried between her thighs as she licked her cunt to orgasm was not going to happen. Suddenly she had an idea that would hopefully keep Chloe safe from the prospective rape, keep the two captors occupied and maybe provide an opportunity to get free: a four way with Tanya and her eating each other's cunts while the men fucked their asses.
Whether Tanya wanted to take part was irrelevant.
Chapter 10
The four captives fidgeted on the banquettes on either side of the saloon and watched Mitch and Tony open a bottle of whiskey from the drinks cupboard and toast each other. All four were hoping that they would drink themselves into oblivion and forget the threat of rape that Mitch had mentioned and give them an opportunity to free themselves.
Tanya was thinking hard as to what she would do once the two captors released her hands or legs, not that she cared about the discomfort of the cable ties cutting into her skin. What she did care about was using the opportunity to take the fight to the two men. Her father's mention of the guns in the safe had her thinking of what other weapons were available as he had not managed to give her the combination and she didn't know how to use one anyway. What she did know how to use were the spear-guns in a forward locker. They had a range of 20 feet in water but 200 feet in open air but were not very accurate so could only really be used close up. She pulled herself mentally at her thoughts.
Was she really going to shoot someone if she got the chance?
What was the alternative if she was free and didn't take the opportunity?
They were going to kill everyone on board so it was down to her to stop them if she got the chance.
She watched for about an hour as the two captors sat talking in the large swivel chairs at the front of the saloon tossing back shot after shot of whiskey until the bottle was empty. Once the drink was finished Mitch got a small bag out of his pocket and poured white powder onto the coffee table in front of him and cut four lines. Tony bent over to snort two of the lines using a rolled up 100 dollar bill. He wiped his nose and shook his head and grinned even more as he passed the bill over to Mitch who then snorted the remaining lines. The two men looked at each other and grinned before they glanced over at the three passengers and bumped fists. She couldn't hear what they said but they both got up and walked over towards Nadia, Chloe and Lance who shrank away from the two men.
Nadia felt sure they were heading towards Chloe and knew she had to make them the offer they couldn't refuse to keep them away from her daughter.
"Guys, you didn't share the blow with me! That's very rude!"
Mitch and Tony were surprised at her comment and the flirty tone of her voice and looked over at her. Mitch moved to stand in front of her and looked contemptuously down at her as he pulled his gun out and waved it around.
"I didn't know you were a coke-head, but I guess it wouldn't surprise me in your line of work. You think some coke might help you get in the mood for a threesome? Tony and I were talking about what order to fuck you all in and decided to leave you to last, we'll let you have some then if it will make you more active when we're in the sack. To start with however, Tony wants a blowjob from your pretty-boy son."
Nadia could not believe her ears. Her strict upbringing would not countenance such behaviour.
"What? Lance ... but he's a man ... that would be homosexual behaviour. Lance isn't a homosexual he's straight."
Tony looked over at her and laughed.
"Do you know what the difference between a straight man and a gay man is?"
Nadia was lost for words and shook her head in confusion.
"About 4 double whiskies!"
He looked at Nadia but there was no sign that she understood the joke.
"Oh, for fuck sake! Give a man enough alcohol and he'll have sex with anything. Anyway, don't worry about Lance getting a taste for cock because we don't have that much time. I would have liked to fuck his ass but we also need to have the time to double team all three of you lovely ladies. Anyway, if he doesn't do what I want, then I will start to break his sister's fingers, one by one."
All three of them looked horrified at this and the glances they exchanged were full of helplessness as Tony continued as he looked at Nadia's shocked face.
"You're still looking confused, just so you know I'm happy to swing both ways and am happy to dip my wick in any hole, so long as it's well lubed!"
Nadia's narrow mind could not grasp the concept of Tony or anyone being bisexual which was both ironic and hypocritical as she was quite happy to suggest a four-way with Tanya including girl-on-girl action. However, she did at least understand that if the man was wanting gay sex then it was unlikely that she could persuade him otherwise. She looked over at her son and was surprised to see that he was not shocked and angered at the prospect.
In fact he looked ... interested!
Lance was very much interested. He had been shocked by the original statement that he was to be first in line for the 'fun' that Mitch had mentioned as he had assumed that it would only involve his mother, sister and Tanya. The prospect of giving Tony a blow-job both fascinated him and appalled him in equal measure. Yes, he was bi-curious and had intended to explore his sexuality when he went to university in the fall but did he want to be forced into this? He realised that he did not have too much choice in the matter as they would hurt Chloe or his mother to get him to cooperate and he did not want that.
Lance knew his mother would be horrified if she suspected that he was not 100% straight and so being forced into such a sex act would give him cover. In fact the more he thought about it, the more he looked forward to Tony dragging him off to a cabin and fucking his face and maybe he would ask him to fuck his ass, despite what had been said about not enough time. He started to get hard at the thought of being dominated and only hoped that Tony had a nice cock!
However, Tony did not take him back to a cabin, instead he dragged him upright by the elbow and turned him around so that he could cut the cable ties binding his wrists with a box cutter and then pushed him to sit back down on the banquette. He stood above him, grinning.
"Now then, pretty boy, I want you to undo my belt and ..."
There was an audible gasp from Chloe and Nadia who started to protest.
"You cannot do that here in front of us, you disgusting man! Have you no decency?"
Mitch had sat back down in one of the swivel chairs which he had turned to look at the forthcoming action and laughed cruelly at Nadia's outburst.
"Don't look if you don't want to Mommy! In fact you had better keep your eyes closed for when we tap your sweet little daughter's ass and pussy as well. You will probably keep them open for when we fuck Tanya as I understand you are not a great fan of niggers"
All eyes turned towards the beautiful coloured girl who, in truth, had not been able to hear much of what was being said because of the noise of the boat. She had seen the outrage on Nadia's face and then Lance's wrists being freed but had heard Mitch use the word 'niggers' and then attention switch to her.
In the absence of being able to give him the finger or anything better to say she just said.
"Fuck you!"
"No, we'll fuck you ... but later, nigger bitch!"
The two men both laughed at Mitch's offensive comment and Tony turned back to Lance and looked down at the teenager.
"OK, back to where we were before your mother so rudely interrupted us, femboy. Come on, you know what I want so get to it!"
Lance's hands were trembling as he reached up to undo the belt and then the button on Tony's pants, before lowering the zip of the fly. He could see a healthy bulge in the underpants framed by the opening.
"Look up at me with those gorgeous eyes, twink, and listen 'coz I'm only going to say this once ..."
Lance lifted his head and his fearful eyes locked with Tony's hard stare..
"Shit, you really are a pretty boy, damn shame I ain't got time to fuck your ass. ... anyway there is one thing you need to know about what happens now ... if I feel any teeth on my cock I'm going to break one of your sister's fingers each time. Do you understand?"
Their was a gasp from Nadia and Chloe whimpered in fear as Lance gulped and nodded that he understood. He glanced over at Chloe with a look of helplessness fear and she tried to put on a brave face to tell him that she understood.
"Now, pull the pants and the boxers down and let see how you handle a man's cock. In fact get on your knees and do it like a proper sissy femboy should."
Tony's words both infuriated Lance for the humiliation but also excited him at the thought of being a slut for this man who was dominating him. He shuffled off the banquette and got up on his knees as Tony moved closer. Lance looked straight ahead while his trembling hands moved almost involuntarily to pull the man's clothes down so he could expose the rampant shaft.
The head got caught in the band of the boxers and he reached a hand forward to free it but stopped as he felt he needed permission to do so. He looked up at Tony's face with a 'may I?' look to see the older man grinning down at him.
"There's a good little twink, asking for Daddy's permission before he touches my junk. Yes, sissy, you can touch it. Remember, no teeth, though."
"Don't touch it, Lance, you don't have to do this!"
Nadia's voice broke through the tension in the saloon and everybody looked over at her.
"Shut the fuck up, Mommy! Me and sissy boy here are enjoying a beautiful moment and don't need you interrupting. I'll put the gaffer tape back on if you keep talking. Now, sweetie, I'm guessing that you know what to do as you've handled lots of other guys cocks at school ... "
Lance looked up at him and vehemently shook his head.
"No, never!"
"Oh, wow, you being such a pretty boy an all how did you avoid all the jocks not fucking you within an inch of your life? I would have topped you in a heartbeat. Never mind I'll guide you ... take out my cock, it will be nice and hard because we've taken enough Cialis to cope with all four of you. Yess! I like that ... nice and gentle ... now run your hand over the head and get some of the pre-cum on the palm ... yess ... you handle a cock like a natural sissy! Now, cradle my ball-sack in one hand and stroke the shaft with the other while you suck the head in through those sexy lips of yours ... let me guide you."
Tony's hands grasped the back of Lance's head and pulled his face close in to the hard rod such that Lance could almost taste the musky smell. Nervously he did as he was told with his hands marvelling at the feel of the soft skin and hard muscle beneath his fingers. He was immensely turned on and moaned quietly as he opened his mouth and bent forward to suckle the head of Tony's cock when the boat gave a violent lurch. A collision was inevitable and six inches of Tony's hard shaft was thrust into Lance's oral cavity and into his throat.
Unable to breathe and his gag reflex activated, Lance panicked and in the struggle to free himself, grazed the hard tube of flesh with his teeth on numerous occasions. The ensuing roars of pain from Tony caused Lance to panic even more. The boat gave another lurch and Lance fell backwards pulling his mouth away from Tony's cock.
"Fucking little faggot, I told you what would happen .."
"I'm sorry ... I couldn't help it ... the boat moved ... you deep throated me ... I panicked."
The boat continued to roll and pitch more than it had been when the intercom from the cockpit bleeped.
"I think the stabilisers have tripped. Can one of you go and see if there's a problem. I'd go myself but I'm sure you don't think I'm competent."
Chapter 11
Up in the cockpit Crichton had sat for more than hour looking aimlessly out at the sea and sky as it started to get light, which happened very quickly in the tropics. Normally he loved to watch the sun come up when at sea, but not today as it meant that they were an hour closer to their deaths. Additionally, it highlighted the looming mass of dark cloud to the north which had been hidden by the darkness. The sky was completely overcast and rain was falling periodically but so far the wind had not increased and the waves had not got any bigger.
The cyclone was behaving as forecast.
In some respects he wanted the cyclone to change direction onto their course as it would certainly scupper any possible pickup for Mitch and Tony but he had no idea what that would mean for the plan. However, he did not relish the prospect of trying to sail in such conditions even with all the hi-tech gear on board Singular. So far the stabilisers had made the ride surprisingly smooth and no-one on board had been sea-sick ...
"Stabilisers! Fuck yes!"
Crichton pumped his fist and bent down to the cabinet containing the circuit breakers and flicked the relevant trip switch. He knew if Tony and Mitch checked they would turn it back on and probably give him a beating but he lacked the tools they had used to sabotage the other equipment. For a while nothing happened but gradually the rolling and pitching motion of the boat became more pronounced and uncontrolled to the point where Crichton had to cling onto the arms of his chair. He keyed the intercom.
"I think the stabilisers have tripped. Can one of you go and see if there's a problem. I'd go myself but I'm sure you don't think I'm competent."
He grinned at himself for his little taunt as he knew very well that they would not want him wandering about the boat.
He keyed the mic again.
"Oh, and by the way, any chance of some food and a cup of tea? I need some sustenance if you want me to keep watch for the next 16 hours."
Mitch was closest to the intercom and responded sarcastically.
"OK, what have you done? Whatever, change it back."
There was a long pause.
"OK, you fucking pricks! Let's spend the rest of the trip like this if you can't be bothered to pull your cock out of whatever hole it is in at the moment. Come up here and check if you think the repeaters down there aren't giving you the correct info. Better look forward to a lot of smelly stomach contents all over the place in future. I'm OK up here."
Crichton smiled and sat back in the chair as the motion of the boat became more in tune with the sea without the smoothing effect of the stabilisers.
He was a sailor, it didn't bother him.
In the saloon there was an element of exasperation from Tony as he realised that his blowjob had been scuppered for the moment. Lance was similarly frustrated as he was as horny as he had ever been as a result of having Tony's cock thrust to the back of his throat. Timing the motion of the boat, his hands grasped the hard flesh and pulled it back into his mouth slathering the head with his tongue.
Tony smacked his head and he pulled back and looked up at the older man.
"Not now, you fucking slut. I knew you were a cumslut from the moment I saw you but just now, the real men have work to do."
He tenderly stroked Lance's face.
"Don't worry, twink, I'll be back and I have decided that I am going to fuck your virgin ass. I'm just sorry that we can't continue this once I get off the boat."
The sexual fugue that Lance had got himself into evaporated in an instant as reality kicked in and the passenger's fate was brought back to the forefront of his mind. He had two choices and chose the least obvious by leaning forward and gently sucking Tony's rapidly deflating cock. He looked up at the older man with puppy-dog eyes.
"You, sure about that? Take me with you and you can have my ass forever ... I'd love that ... Daddy!"
The crewman looked completely flummoxed.
"Jesus, what have I created? You really are a total bottom, aren't you.?"
Lance smiled provocatively up at him but then bent back to gently suck the head of Tony's cock which was rapidly hardening again.
"Just for you, Daddy, just for you!"
"For fuck's sake Tony, leave the sissy alone and go look at the stabilisers!"
Mitch's voice cut across what had become a tender moment. Tony was too preoccupied with the gorgeous twink in front of him and certainly didn't want to go and burrow into the bilges to look at stabiliser planes.
"Go and do it yourself. I'll look after the prisoners ... especially this one!"
He smiled sweetly down at Lance who returned his gaze sexily before swiping his tongue across the mushroom head of the large circumcised cock in front of him. Tony groaned and pulled the teenager up to kiss him voraciously.
Lance was initially shocked as the older man's tongue raped his mouth but made out with his captor for a while before pulling back and stroking the hard tube of flesh jutting from Tony's groin.
"Fuck, you're cock is so sexy, Daddy, let him go do it, we can have so much fun right now. Have you got any lube because my virgin ass will be very tight for this big boy and I want all your cum inside me."
Tony was mesmerised by the prospect of fucking the beautiful teenage boy but Mitch's angry voice cut through his thoughts.
"Tony, just leave him be and go and look in both hulls, he'll still be here when you come back. It may have tripped because there's weed or rope caught round the plane. I'll go up and see whether Captain Catastrophe has done something in the cockpit. If he has I'll beat the living shit out of him."
Tony reluctantly released Lance from his embrace and pulled his clothes back up and stuffed his erection into his pants. He came back and kissed Lance again and looked lustfully into his eyes as his hand stroked over the teenager's own erection which tented his shorts.
"I'm looking forward to fucking your boipussy, and so are you by the feel of this! Sit there and keep yourself hard I'll be right back. Later, sweet cheeks!"
He exited into the starboard hull to look at the stabiliser in the machine space there and Mitch eyed Lance suspiciously as he moved to climb the companion way up to the cockpit.
"You be a good little twink and stay there!"
Lance looked coquettishly at him and batted his eyelashes.
"You could join in and spit roast me if you like."
Mitch looked at him in horror.
"Fucking faggot!"
Lance blew him a kiss and giggled girlishly as the older man hurriedly left the saloon. Nadia's angry voice cut through the silence the instant he had gone.
"You disgust me you filthy sodomite. You are no son of mine ... sucking a man's cock like that ..."
Lance looked over at her and saw the venom in her eyes and shrugged his shoulders.
"I guess I'm a better actor than I thought."
"You weren't acting, you've got a boner ... you can't fake that!"
"Method acting ... isn't that what you always go on about ... get yourself into the character? Well I got into the character and got us this ..."
He flourished the box cutter that he had deliberately concealed when he sat down and bent forward to cut the cable tie around his ankles. He heard Tony coming back and sat upright just in time, keeping his feet together. The older man hurriedly crossed the saloon and went into the port hull without looking at him. Lance breathed a sigh of relief before leaping to his feet and crossing over to Tanya and quickly cut her restraints.
"Are there any weapons on board? We need something to fight these guys with."
Tanya nodded in agreement.
"Yes, there are some AR-15s in my cabin but I don't know the safe combination ... there are ... fuck he's coming back ... !"
She dashed for the companion way into the starboard hull and Lance tried to retake his seat but was half-way across the saloon when Tony appeared. The older man paused in surprise seeing Lance standing upright. His voice was suspicious.
"Twink, what are you doing? How did you get there? Fuck ... what have you done you little bastard ... where's the nigger girl? How did she get away?"
He drew his gun and advanced towards the teenager and lashed out catching Lance on the temple, knocking him to the floor as blood started to ooze from a long gash.
Nadia and Chloe both screamed as Tony stood menacingly over the prostrate figure and pointed his gun at the dazed teenager.
"You have three seconds to tell me where she went or I'm going to put a bullet in your gut and you can spend the next 16 hours dying very slowly."
Lance tried to sit up groggily but Tony kicked him back down and took the safety catch off.
"One! ... Two! ...
"She went to get guns from her cabin."
Tony's eyes betrayed his shock.
"Fuck! Yes ... we couldn't get them ... fuck!"
He rushed to the steps into the starboard hull and went down at breakneck speed as the boat continued to pitch and roll heavily. Lance stayed on the deck as the combination of the boat's motion and the blow to his head was making him nauseous. A few seconds later he heard the intercom bleep.
"Mitch, the nigger bitch is free. She went for the guns but the safe is still locked. But she's loose on the boat, so watch your back."
Chapter 12
Mitch reached the top of the companion way up to the cockpit and saw Crichton sitting nonchalantly in the helmsman's chair waiting for him to arrive. He pulled his gun out from the waistband of his trousers but Crichton ignored it and just looked disappointed as he got down from the chair and braced himself against the binnacle to counteract the boat's motion..
"You didn't bring me the cup of tea I asked for! How do you expect me to survive without anything to eat or drink?"
"Fuck you, Crichton! What did you do to the stabilisers?"
"Duh! I dived overboard and jammed them up so they would trip out and then got back up here and magically dried off!"
"I'm going to beat the crap out of you if you give me any more lip. Right, let me look at the boat control system screen."
"It's the same fucking screen as you have down there. You won't see anything different."
The angry gunman pushed him out of the way and looked at the boat control screen. The main system controlled the speed and direction of the boat by adjusting the airfoil, the rudders and steering thrusters to achieve what was required. The system then controlled the stabilisers to give the most comfortable ride for the passengers and crew through an AI system which 'learnt' the wave pattern and adjusted accordingly. The control screen showed that the track and speed were held at 15 knots at 270 degrees as he had demanded when they hijacked the boat. The only missing ingredient was that the system was not communicating with the stabilisers.
"Fuck! Let's hear what Tony finds down in the machine spaces. It could be something wrapped around one of the planes ... what with all the plastic shit floating in the Pacific ..."
"I didn't have you down as an environmentalist, Mitch! You're about to pollute the ocean with a shed load of carbon fibre, plastic and metal ... not to mention 5 bodies."
Mitch laughed snidely.
"Don't worry you'll decompose and I don't give a shit about pollution ..."
Suddenly there were audible screams from the saloon and Mitch stood up warily and pointed his gun at Crichton. When nothing else happened immediately he started to relax but kept an eye on the companion way. The bleep of the intercom caused him to stiffen again and Tony's panicked tones coming out of the loudspeaker did nothing to ease the tension.
"Mitch, the nigger bitch is free. She went for the guns but the safe is still locked. But she's loose on the boat, so watch your back."
"What the fuck!"
He reached over and keyed the mic to the intercom.
"How did she get free she was tied up."
There was a pause before Tony's embarrassed voice could be heard.
"The twink ... umm ... got hold of the box cutter and released himself and her."
"You stupid cunt! You didn't tie him up again, did you? Thinking with your dick! Oh well, we'll just have to reel her back in. She can hear all of this wherever she is on the boat so I'll just have to make her an offer she cannot refuse."
He released the mic key and sneered at Crichton.
"I suggest you get on the intercom and tell her to give herself up if she doesn't want her father progressively maimed. I'll start with your knees, then your elbows and finally a gut shot which will mean your last few hours will be full of agony. I suggest you be persuasive."
Crichton snorted in contempt.
"Not a fucking chance!"
Mitch swung the gun down and pointed it at Crichton's left leg.
"In which case we may just as well cut to the ... the fuck?"
The boat pitched and he held onto the back of the chair to steady himself but then became aware of a figure beside him and the spear-gun pressed to his neck. The boat moved again causing the spear-gun to move away and Mitch took the opportunity to bring the gun up towards Crichton and started to pull the trigger.
"Oh no you don't mother fucker."
Tanya's cold hard voice was preceded by a muted hiss and Mitch's eyes bulged as the spear fired at point blank range passed through his neck and out the other side to bury itself in the control desk in a shower of sparks. He gurgled unintelligible sounds as he waved the gun aimlessly and pulled the trigger involuntarily. He dropped the gun and put both hands to his neck while blood started to spill from his mouth and from the entry and exit wounds. He slumped to his knees and started to cough and splutter as his chest heaved in a desperate attempt to get oxygen into lungs which were filling with blood. He looked pleadingly at Crichton who looked away and over at his daughter who was totally composed despite the enormity of what she had just done.
"Jesus! Fucking! Christ! Tanya! You could have just warned him that you had him covered. You didn't have to kill him!"
She looked back at him and shrugged, almost nonchalantly.
"Well he isn't dead yet but probably will be soon. Yes, I did Dad, you heard what he said he was going to do to you ... and we know what they are going to do to all of us. Our lives mean nothing to them ... ooops ... what the fuck?"
The boat shuddered and they stumbled backwards and forwards as it wallowed in a trough before lifting up the face of the next wave. The boat had slowed and Crichton immediately looked at the airfoil configuration which appeared to have gone into a neutral state, a sure sign that the control system had shut down. One look at the blank screen and the tail of a bloody spear sticking out of the desk told him the story. The main control system was fucked!
The intercom bleeped.
"Mitch, what the fuck's going on? What was that shot? It came through the cabin roof and nearly hit me."
Crichton paused and then keyed the mic.
"Tony, give it up, Mitch is dead ... fuck!"
Bullets started flying up though the deck and he threw himself away from the control panel and noted that Tanya had also made herself scarce and assumed she had already gone down towards the saloon. He picked up the gun and followed her.
Chapter 13
Tony had fired through the cabin roof in anger but was now trying to cover all the possible entry points into the saloon as his panic started to rise. He had no idea how Mitch had been killed but it could only have been due to the nigger bitch but it did now mean that she and her father had a gun. He needed to get out of the wide open space in the saloon and then find the satellite phone hidden in their cabin. However, even if he could send a message he had no idea whether the pickup could be brought forward especially as the boat now appeared to be crippled and was stationary in the water.
They had not expected there to be any resistance given the fact that Crichton was a lush, the daughter was only 18 and the passengers were as soft as shit. As a result there was no fall-back plan in the event that something went wrong. He moved to the middle of the saloon and kicked out at Lance's prone figure.
"Get up Twink! I need you to give me some bargaining power."
Lance looked up at him in confusion and Tony kicked him again.
"Get up or I'll put a bullet in the Ice Queen and your sister. I've got nothing to lose at the moment."
He looked over at Nadia and Chloe and waved the gun in their general direction and they both flinched. Lance slowly got to his feet and the much taller gunman put his left arm around his neck from behind and pulled him backwards towards the companion way down into the starboard hull. The motion of the boat made it extremely difficult to keep their balance and his progress was slow such that he had not reached the steps when Crichton appeared down the ladder from the cockpit. Tony fired immediately he saw him but the shot missed from 20 feet due to the rocking of the boat as much as anything. However, it was enough to cause the skipper to duck back behind the bulkhead. Tony jammed the muzzle of the gun into Lance's neck which was hot from the shot causing him to scream in pain.
"Get the fuck away from me Crichton or I'll give him more than a burn!"
Crichton risked a swift peek into the saloon and could see the entwined figures of Tony and Lance slowly edging back
"Give it up Tony, you're not getting off the boat except into custody no matter how many of the passengers you kill and that will just make your jail sentence worse."
Tony continued to move towards the steps and tried to make sure that he wasn't being out-flanked but the need to keep his human shield in place restricted his ability to look behind him.
"Fuck you! Even if you get the boat back to land, Trip will still have you all killed, you will all spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder."
Crichton peeked out again and Tony fired and missed again.
"Talking of looking over your shoulder you should be aware that Tanya is right behind you and from that range she can't miss."
Tony sneered back at the skipper.
"Nice try, I won't fall for that bullshit. Anyway, you've got the gun so what is she gonna do, beat me to death with a ladle."
Tanya's voice was very calm and very close to his left ear.
"No, stick you like the pig you are with a spear."
Tony immediately wheeled to his left as the sound of compressed gas reached his ears moments before excruciating pain blossomed in his right shoulder and the gun fell from his useless hand. He had a momentary vision of something protruding from his shoulder before he passed out, pulling Lance down with him in an untidy heap. The teenager quickly scrabbled away from his comatose body and ran over to his mother and sister to quickly cut their restraints before they joined in an emotional group hug.
Crichton leapt from his hiding place and stood over Tony with his gun outstretched in a two handed grip as he had seen on the TV. However, as he had never fired a gun before he felt a bit ridiculous especially when he saw that Tony was going to be no threat.
He looked over at Tanya and smiled and nodded appreciatively at her.
"You're getting a bit too handy with that thing, Rambo! Remind me not to piss you off, sweetheart."
She grinned back at her father ... her lover ... and her voice was low to ensure that the others didn't hear.
"You keep loving me like last night and that isn't going to happen."
She was pleased to see her father blush and giggled at his discomfort before he became all business. He walked over to the passengers and Tanya followed.
"Right, we have problems on the control of the boat which I will try and sort but we need to keep Tony alive as he's the only one who can spill the beans on Carson Trip ... I presume you do want to report this to the authorities, Ms Sherematova?"
He looked quizzically at Nadia who nodded emphatically.
"Yes, of course. He deserves to be put in jail."
"OK, then. We need to get the spear out and irrigate the wound with anti-septic as who knows what fish toxins there could be on that spear. He then needs to be restrained and locked in their cabin. Tanya and you two ladies can you see to that as I might need a hand from Lance trying to manoeuvre the airfoil manually to get the boat moving again if the systems are all off."
He looked at Lance for an indication that the young man was willing to help and was rewarded by a nod of agreement.
"The sea state is bad so wear life jackets and use safety harnesses if going onto the fore deck. Unfortunately we will probably have limited manoeuvrability so cannot turn round and come back for you. Is that understood?"
He looked at all of them and could see fear in the passengers' eyes at the prospect of being washed overboard.
"Don't worry, so long as you do things safely there will not be a problem. Right, Lance and I will move Mitch's body into one of the forward sail lockers before we try to get the boat moving. After you have got Tony secure in the cabin please look for the Satphone and the VHF handheld radio. The latter probably won't be much good until we get closer to land but we can call on the Satphone to get a Coastguard cutter out ..."
"Mr. Crichton, I forbid you to use the Satphone. If you do then Carson will know we are alive and will have another opportunity to kill us all again."
Crichton was ready to take issue with Nadia's haughty command as she was definitely not in charge but Tanya put a hand on his arm as a warning to keep calm. He looked at her and could see that she agreed with Nadia's observation. He cleared his throat in an attempt to maintain his own voice at a neutral level.
"Yes, OK, I understand that but we will need to contact the Coastguard as we get closer to Pago Pago. I'll leave it until the last moment which should reduce the amount of time that anyone could get the resources together to attack us."
Nadia considered this briefly and then nodded her acquiescence.
Chapter 14
The two groups went about their tasks and Tony was soon incarcerated in the crew's cabin with the spear removed, the wound treated and covered and his hands cable tied together. He bitched about his treatment which just made Tanya tighten the cable tie even more when he called her a 'nigger bitch'.
Crichton and Lance managed to carry Mitch's body to a forward compartment that would have been a sail locker on a conventional catamaran before they returned to check out the boat's systems in order to get them back to Samoa. Crichton was aware that the sea state was increasing and was concerned that it would be even worse the closer they got to the track of the cyclone even if it had not shifted course. He was surprised that none of the passengers had succumbed to seasickness yet but that may be due to the adrenaline flowing through their bodies from the high-jacking and the prospect of them being killed.
Once he was back in the cockpit he looked at what boat control systems he did have available. The backup airfoil system was available and he configured the boat to give them 10 knots and set the estimated course back to Pago Pago at 280 degrees. The GPS was not working so he had no idea of the actual position but was using his years of experience to roughly work out a current position. The main problem was that the batteries had only about 6 hours of charge left in them and limited ability to recharge them. The generators and engines were all off line and while there would be some charge from the solar panels, it would be limited from the cloud cover. He could reinstate the stabilisers but this would be a heavy use of the electric power which could not be spared. The passengers were likely to get very sick with the corkscrew motion of the sea on the starboard quarter.
He looked to the north where the cyclone was spinning up and felt that the clouds were darker and more threatening than before but hoped that was just his imagination. The manometer told him that the wind had increased and was now gusting over 45 knots which was way higher than any sailing skipper would chose to be out in! However, they didn't have much choice and at least they could trim the airfoil to as close to neutral as possible, the equivalent of using only a foresail on a conventional boat.
Once he had turned the boat to the required heading and configured the airfoil he felt the hull respond and looked back at the wake and smiled for the first time in a while, a sailing boat in motion was what he lived for! He then considered when last he would have smiled ... probably not since the moment that he and Tanya fell into post-orgasmic sleep! This refreshed the memories of the previous evening but doubted if there would be any time for sexy times with Tanya before they got to Samoa. He smiled at her use of the playful expression but then gave himself a mental slap as he needed to concentrate on the job in hand. He checked the impeller driven log and saw they were making 12 knots through the water which was better than he expected but would certainly be reduced if the wind got up any more.