Captive VII

“Tomorrow we will start training,” Mohammed announces to Duska as they walk into the mansion after a hot, dry, dusty tour of the remainder of the compound. Duska made note of the entry and exit points into the compound and any obstacles that may hamper an escape plan.

“That’s fine. Will you be attending as well?” Duska asks Mohammed.

“Of course. My men do not speak English so I will help to translate, and to keep them in line. They are young and eager, but have never had a female, let alone an anglo female lead them.” Mohammed says.

“That’s fine too, but I am concerned about their use of that khat stuff that they continually chew on, and it might impair everyone’s safety with the weapons.” Duska states, as she thinks may not be a bad thing in the grand scheme of her initial planning.

Snorting, Mohammed replies, “We shall see.”

Walking up the stairs to her suite, Duska is greeted by Aminah the Somali servant girl.

Taking Duska by the hand, Aminah leads her to the bathroom and points to the shower head, and with hand gestures, points out there is no water.

Understanding what she means, Duska was so looking forward to a shower to wash away the Somali grime. Thanking Aminah, Duska considers going downstairs to find Mohammed just as Sammy the armorer is walking out of the dining room.

“Hello Sammy. What brings you in here?” Duska inquires to the big former French Legionnaire.

“Just some business to discuss on our current readiness of the weapons. With training starting tomorrow, Mohammed asks that I be available in case of weapon malfunctions and to help keep the lads in line around you.” Sammy says, looking down at the attractive, blonde and blue-eyed US Marine.

“Thank you, Sammy, but I think I can handle these skinny little shits if they get out of line. Anyway, it seems the water is off here. Are there other facilities I could use to get a shower?”

“Oui, the plumbing is always a problem here. Not as reliable as you are used to, no?”
Sammy continues, “There is another shower available next to my room, though it may not offer a lot of privacy since it is outdoors. You can use it and I can keep the jackals at bay so long as you don’t take too much time.”

Sammy’s offer leaves Duska wondering if he could be trusted around this den of thieves, but the alternative is to go through the remainder of the evening smelling like a Somali goat.

Okay, Sammy. Thank you for the offer. May I borrow a towel and some soap from you, if you have any?” Duska asks, noticing that Sammy does seem to have better hygiene than his Somali employers.

“Sure. Follow me. You can leave your kit in my hut while you shower,” Sammy says, walking towards the front door with Duska close behind.

Most of the compound is empty except for the guards in the watch towers as most of the other men are having their supper, which Sammy was grateful for since the men would be curious why the blonde woman would be walking with Sammy to his hut.

Pushing back the curtain that served as a door to Sammy’s hut, he invites Duska in.

“It’s not much, but it suits my needs for now,” Sammy says as Duska takes in the one room hut. A bed in the corner, a small kitchen and a TV hooked up to a desktop computer on a table and chair.

“What do you use for a toilet?” Duska asks as the urge to use it is starting to be critical.

“There is a slit trench just down a bit from here. There are no real bathrooms. You just straddle the trench and do what you need to do,” Sammy states matter of factly.

Duska is familiar with the use of such spartan ways as it was routine, or the only way to relieve oneself when out in the field during military exercises, though the female Marines stuck together for privacy to keep the prying eyes of the male Marines from getting a glimpse of the sexy females squatting over a trench or a hastily dug cat hole.

“Or you can use my own private can over there,” Sammy points to a empty 5-gallon can. He continues, “I usually use it and then dump it in the trench in the morning as I go back to the armory.

With her bladder not up to negotiating, she walks over to the can and pulls down her uniform trousers losing any inhibitions with Sammy watching her with some interest as her butt rests on the rim of the can.

Finished, she bends over to unlace and removes her boots, then trousers and uniform top, standing completely naked before Sammy.

“Okay, Sammy…. How about that shower?” Duska asks somewhat teasingly.

Sammy walks over to a cabinet and grabs a towel and bottle of soap to toss to Duska, then holds the curtain open for her exit to the outside shower, first peeking both ways to make sure none of the jackals, as Sammy has taken to call Mohammed’s men, are around.

Watching Duska pass by him as she walks the few feet to the shower head, he can’t help but to admire the firm ass and pert breasts on Duska as his loins start to stir.

Turning on the water, the cold well water is refreshing for Duska as she feels the grime wash away from her hair and body. Just a moment later, Sammy comes up behind her, naked as well. She turns to him, but calmly says, “You need to wait your turn.”

With a smirk on his face, Sammy replies, “Let me help you with the soap to speed you along.”

The 6’4” Algerian’s muscled body is covered in tattoos like a story book of all his exploits. Duska can’t help to be impressed as she glances downward to his fully erect 10 inches of Algerian manhood.

Taking the soap bottle from Duska’s hand, Sammy pours some into his big hand and then massages the soap into Duska’s blonde hair then cups her face to kiss her, then works the lather down her body, crouching down to get her legs and a look at her blonde pussy.

Normally Duska maintains her blonde pubic hair neatly trimmed, but her time in Somalia affords her no such luxury and her blonde bush has grown out as has her arm pits and legs, all just as blonde as the hair on her head.

Turning in the shower to rinse off, Duska takes the soap bottle from Sammy and it’s her turn to lather her shower mate up starting from his shaven head to his broad shoulders and chest down to his massive black cock. The soapy combination and Duska’s stoke almost send Sammy to a premature ejaculation, so he stops her, reaches for the water bib to turn off, he leads her back to his hut, both sopping wet from the shower.

Guiding Duska to his bed in the corner of the hut, he tells her to lay back. Spreading her legs, he kisses the inside of her thighs then up to the blondish vagina savoring the taste of the white woman, a taste he hasn’t enjoyed in quite some time.

Fortunately for Duska, her body has recovered from the abuse she received that first night on the boat, and now she can enjoy the expert between her legs, hungrily tonguing and nipping at her clitoris and labia, inserting his big finger, then two fingers into the white womb, and in seconds is gushing pussy essence onto the black fingers in her and his black face.

Never before has she experienced such a sensation and orgasm that Sammy is providing her. Who would have thought this could happen in this godforsaken country.

She is at the point that she needs Sammy to give her a break and now she wants to feel his manhood enter her love canal.
Making room for him on the bed, Duska climbs atop the big Algerian and deftly guides his 10 inches into her well lubricated pussy.

Finding their rhythm, the two new lovers consecrate their new relationship; Sammy’s hand’s cupping the firm ass of Duska and Duska’s hands pressing on Sammy’s muscular chest, propelling her up and down his shaft.

Unable to withhold much more, Sammy lets out a grunt that is more of a growl as he spews his pent up seed into the white woman’s cunt, as over the next few minutes they slow their rhythmic love making to a halt, clutching each other tightly for a few more minutes until finally Duska rolls off to the side and cuddles with Sammy and in seconds, both are asleep in their lovers embrace.

“Sammy? Sammy? Are you here?” A voice in the dark asks by the doorway. It’s the voice of Dr. Hauser.

Reaching for the bedside lamp, Sammy turns it on to see Dr. Peter Hauser in the doorway holding a bottle.

“Peter, come in. I think you know our good Colonel here?” Sammy smiles as Duska is just now waking up with a start with the appearance of the doctor.

“Colonel, nice to see you again in different circumstances. I hope I didn’t come at a bad time, Sammy?” Peter chuckles.

“Not at all. Come. Pull up a chair and share what is in the bottle,” Sammy invites the doctor in as Sammy grabs a pair of shorts and Duska hurriedly puts her uniform back on.

“I think I finally was able to refine the hooch that you started with. Care for a sample?” Peter asks Sammy and Duska.
Grabbing three canteen cups, Peter pours healthy amounts into each and with a toast of “Probst” the three sip at the forbidden
elixir.

Duska was never a big drinker let alone trying some moonshine concocted by the Algerian Legionnaire and German doctor.

Surprising to her, the hooch went down smoothly settling in her empty stomach.

Refilling their cups, Peter asks, “How long have you two been doing this?”

Sammy replies, “Today is the first. The Colonel could not keep her hands off me so the only way was to give in to her!”

All three had a hearty laugh at that, then out of curiosity, Duska asks if Sammy and Peter were good friends as well.

“Very much so. Otherwise, one could go crazy in this place without having a confidante to relate to.” Peter replied.

“Speaking of which, what is your real name, Colonel?” Peter asks Duska.

“My name is Duska Anderson. I immigrated to the US from Sweden with my parents when I was quite young.” Duska replied.
As the evening wears on the three new friends are feeling the effects of the homemade hooch and Duska is the first to make a move.

The Somali nights can be just as oppressive than the daytime and feeling quite emboldened by the alcohol, Duska strips out of her uniform and stands in front of the fan that Sammy just turned on.

The two men put down their canteen cups and Sammy stands stripping out of his shorts with his increasingly enlarged black cock coming to attention. Walking up behind Duska, Sammy drapes his big arms around, his big cock poking her in her back.

Turning around, Duska looks up at the dark eyes of Sammy and raises on her tippy toes to kiss him, then slide down his muscular torso to her knees.

She grasps the big black cock and guides it into her mouth, relishing the taste of it with both their juices on it from the previous fucking just a couple of hours ago.

Duska glances over at Peter and sees he has his own cock out, stroking to the scene before him. After a minute more sucking Sammy, Duska tells Peter to lay on the bed. She then climbs on top of him assuming the 69 position to take his smaller white cock into her mouth as Peter lustfully devours the blonde pussy, lapping up all the juices as they gush out of Duska.

The sight of Duska’s bare ass beckons Sammy to mount her from behind and so the threesome are as one in their lust.

Peter is the first to cum like he hasn’t before. The combination of Duska sucking him and he eating her pussy was all it took for him to release down the throat of the American blonde. Still underneath, Sammy’s big balls are banging on Peter’s forehead while Peter does his best to lick the black, shiny cock pumping the bushy blonde pussy until in another spasm of orgasmic release, Sammy deposits his second load into the American Marine.

Finally spent from the sex and alcohol, the three lay together in Sammy’s bed, not to awaken until the morning to the sounds of commotion just outside in the compound, then a helicopter flies overhead and circles until a flurry of gun fire chases it away.

Groggily the three get dressed, Peter making his way to the dispensary and Duska with Sammy grab their weapons to observe what’s going on in the compound. Eying Mohammed on the steps of the mansion, Duska and Sammy ask what is going on.

“A helicopter from the United Nations mission decided to check on us.” Mohammed replies.

“Why would they do that?” Duska asks.

“Maybe to check on our captives perhaps, asked to do so by the British regarding the ransoms, or just to remind us that they are here still.” Mohammed shrugs and goes back into the air-conditioned mansion.

“By the way, Colonel. I was told you were not in your suite last night. You almost caused an alarm to go out until Aminah spied you walking away with Sammy.” Mohammed says almost in passing.

Mohammed adds, “You are a lucky man, Sammy. I hope she does not affect your work and duty here.”

With Mohammed and Sammy talking, Duska is thinking if only the UN saw her here. Someone must know that I am missing from the Idaho and are actively searching for me at sea, and not here ashore. Maybe the training cycles will give her another chance to have a reason for an overhead satellite to zero in on the outdoor weapons training, she is sure all of the pirate camps are under some type of surveillance, now she just needs to insure she gives them a reason to watch this compound a lot closer.