Chapter 42
Hell Ship
Vadoma stifled a scream of terror as she turned and beheld the ugly group of men who now surrounded them.
"Indy!"
Jones knew that he had to think quickly and act decisively. Experience had taught him that when you find yourself totally overmatched, that was the time to resort to bluff. He also knew that men like these were impressed by only one thing....power and force.
Indiana Jones took a purposeful step forward and spoke clearly and forcefully, despite the fact that his heart was pounding in his chest.
"Take me to your Captain.....now!"
The ploy momentarily startled the group of criminals, but only for a brief moment. One of the men stepped forward and raised the pipe that he was carrying up into the air in a threatening gesture as he burst forth with a torrent of words in Arabic. Meanwhile the rest of the group began to slowly encroach on them.
While the group of cutthroats surrounding them were menacing, Jones took note of the fact that fortunately none had yet attacked them. Perhaps he could attribute that to his false bravado.
The Arab finally stopped haranguing him and then another man spoke to him in English with a heavy Turkish accent.
"Who are you?" He demanded, "How did you get on this ship?"
"I will only speak to the Captain," Jones said with calculated boldness.
More men now appeared around them, eager and curious to see the two stowaways. They eyed Jones with suspicion, but there was no mistaking the lewd and licentious way they ogled the beautiful gypsy woman. There were now more than a dozen dirty, unkempt criminals pointing at Vadoma as they talked among themselves and leered at her with rotten, stained, and toothless grins.
One of the men grabbed her by the hair and ran his filthy hands through it.
"Get away from me you filthy rikona!" Vadoma said as she recoiled from the vulgar touch.
The oaf was taken aback momentarily by the fiery spirit of the gypsy woman. But then he shouted something rude to her in Turkish and slapped her hard across the face. Indiana Jones took a step towards the man but was abruptly stopped as a knife blade was held up to his throat. A sideways glance revealed the knife wielder to be none other than the recent victor in the fight that he and Vadoma had witnessed. Jones knew that this killer wouldn't hesitate to slit his throat.
"Leave the woman alone! And take me to the Captain!" Jones shouted angrily.
"Shut up you stupid pig!" One of the criminals shouted back over at him and then rudely reached out and lifted Vadoma's dress up. He lifted it up high, exposing her thighs and her panties, as another of the criminals reached in and slapped her on her exposed backside with his dirty hand.
"Indy!!" Vadoma screamed in fear and terror, "Indy please help me!!"
An uproarious and mocking laughter erupted from the crass group of seedy criminals as they listened to Vadoma plead.
Indiana Jones was now frightened as he hadn't been frightened in a long time. But his fear was more for Vadoma than for himself. Whatever he had to face from these subhuman vermin he could face, but he could not bear the thought of Vadoma suffering and being violated as only a woman can, by these filthy beasts.
Jones could see that the sight of the beautiful woman's shapely body and undergarments being exposed was whipping some of these scums of the earth into a dangerous frenzy of primal excitement. The situation risked getting out of control if he didn't make some kind of bold move immediately.
In a risky move that could easily backfire and cost him his life Indiana Jones calmly but forcefully pushed the hand that held the knife away from his throat. At the same time he turned to look directly into the cold eyes of the criminal who held it. If eyes could shoot fire then the man would have been reduced to cinders as Jones stared him down in a contest of wills.
"Leave the woman alone and take me to the Captain or you'll all regret it!" His strong words rang out above the din of voices and mocking laughter.
The knife wielding criminal then raised his hand into the air and shouted some words in Turkish that silenced the rest of them. Then he rudely pushed Jones towards the ladder that led down to the main deck.
"We go....Kapitan....now!" The man shouted at him.
Another man grabbed Vadoma by the hair and pushed her towards the ladder. As he and Vadoma made their way along, a leg shot out from the crowd and kicked Jones in the backside, resulting in another round of uproarious laughter. Indiana Jones grimaced at the indignation. But, he thought, at least they weren't dead yet, and that meant that he still had time to figure a way out of this mess. Maybe the Captain, despite the fact that he led a crew of murderous thugs, was an honorable man. Maybe he would accept money in exchange for their safe passage. He could only hope.
Eventually they were pushed, kicked, and led up forward to an area of the main deck in front of the bridge. There they were pushed down to a sitting position on the hard steel deck.
"You wait...here! ....Kapitan....he come down!" One of the thugs said.
For five anxious minutes Jones and Vadoma sat on the deck and waited. The men still stared at Vadoma with salacious lust in their crazed eyes, but luckily no one touched her. Perhaps, Jones thought, his false bravado had paid off. Perhaps the Captain had put the word out not to harm them.
The Captain finally arrived. He was large to say the least. He was a Turk. The man stood well over six feet tall and weighed two hundred and fifty pounds if he weighed an ounce. He looked every bit as dirty and unkempt as the rest of the crew. The only article of clothing that might distinguish any kind of rank was an old worn, beaten, and oil stained Royal Navy Officer's cap that the man had somehow picked up somewhere.
He strode purposefully up to the pair of stowaways sitting on the deck and gazed at them silently for several long moments with a look of extreme dissatisfaction etched on his face. His eyes lingered for a long time on the figure of Vadoma as she sat helplessly on the deck. Finally he spoke. But he spoke in Turkish.
Indiana Jones spoke and understood many languages, but did not have much of a mastery of Turkish. He only managed to catch a few words here and there as the Captain spoke, but the words that he heard chilled him.
He glanced over at Vadoma. She could not understand anything that was said, but she could read the Captain's demeanor clearly, and she was frightened. Jones tried to force a smile of reassurance, but couldn't seem to summon one from within. Indiana Jones too was frightened.
The Captain finished speaking and then abruptly turned and walked away.
"Wait!" Jones shouted to him, "Wait! I can...I can pay you....I..."
A hand slapped him hard across the face.
"Shut up you pig!" One of the criminals glared down at him.
Another of the crew stepped forward and spoke to Jones in English. He smiled malevolently with a mouth full of rotten teeth. "Did you hear Kapitan?"
"What did he say?!" Jones demanded.
"He has decide your punishment."
"Punishment?!" Jones did his best to act indignant, "Punishment for what?! We've done nothing...we..."
Another hand slapped him across the face.
"You are stowaways! No one stows away on Kapitan Sabri's ship!"
"Indy, what's going to happen to us?!" Vadoma asked in a terrified voice.
"I don't know!" Indiana Jones felt both confused and helpless.
The criminal moved his face down closer to Jones; close enough so that Jones was nearly nauseated by the repulsive stench of the man's breath. He smiled malevolently again.
"The Kapitan say that all of men will have a turn with your woman while you will watch," he began to laugh, "and after men finished with your woman.....we kill you both....slowly."
The shock and horror that the man's words elicited in Indiana Jones was beyond description; he sat speechless on the steel deck.
"Noooooo!!" Vadoma screamed, and then collapsed into sobbing.
The criminal shouted something in Turkish. The crowd of filthy men on deck gave forth with lusty shouts of excitement and moved towards the helpless pair on the deck.
Hands reached out and grasped hold of Indiana Jones' arms and held him fast while one of the thugs approached Vadoma, grabbed hold of her dress, and savagely tore the front of it down. Gasps of uncontrolled animal lust erupted from the horde of vile criminals as the helpless gypsy woman's firm, young breasts were indecently exposed.
Vadoma screamed, and then tried to curl up into a fetal position in a vain attempt to protect herself. But other hands pulled her arms back and pushed her back up, exposing her breasts. Filthy hands rudely reached out and pawed at the vulnerable flesh.
"Indy!" Vadoma shrieked in terror, "Please Indy! Help meeeeee!!!"
Indiana Jones grimaced and fought against the hands that held him, but it was hopeless, their grip was too tight. And to further ensure that the archaeologist would be forced to sit still and watch his woman brutally gang raped, the man on his right placed a knife to his throat.
"You see," the man leaned down and shouted in his ear, "this is what happens to stowaways...ha ha ha ha ha ha," he laughed cruelly, adding grievous insult to the heinous crimes about to be committed.
Vadoma was now pushed down on to her back and her dress was pulled up. More filthy hands reach out and tore off her panties as she continued to scream for help, and beg for mercy from the merciless. More animal gasps of raging lust erupted from the horde of men as their collective eyes focused on the dark mound now exposed between the legs of the helpless woman.
Indiana Jones agonized inside. If only they hadn't chosen this ship as a refuge from the police on the pier. If he had only known......known the evil that awaited them....
Jones hung his head, and could not bear to look as the first of the scoundrels stood in front of Vadoma, dropped his ragged, filthy trousers, and prepared to violate her in the worst way that a woman can be violated.
Hell Ship
Vadoma stifled a scream of terror as she turned and beheld the ugly group of men who now surrounded them.
"Indy!"
Jones knew that he had to think quickly and act decisively. Experience had taught him that when you find yourself totally overmatched, that was the time to resort to bluff. He also knew that men like these were impressed by only one thing....power and force.
Indiana Jones took a purposeful step forward and spoke clearly and forcefully, despite the fact that his heart was pounding in his chest.
"Take me to your Captain.....now!"
The ploy momentarily startled the group of criminals, but only for a brief moment. One of the men stepped forward and raised the pipe that he was carrying up into the air in a threatening gesture as he burst forth with a torrent of words in Arabic. Meanwhile the rest of the group began to slowly encroach on them.
While the group of cutthroats surrounding them were menacing, Jones took note of the fact that fortunately none had yet attacked them. Perhaps he could attribute that to his false bravado.
The Arab finally stopped haranguing him and then another man spoke to him in English with a heavy Turkish accent.
"Who are you?" He demanded, "How did you get on this ship?"
"I will only speak to the Captain," Jones said with calculated boldness.
More men now appeared around them, eager and curious to see the two stowaways. They eyed Jones with suspicion, but there was no mistaking the lewd and licentious way they ogled the beautiful gypsy woman. There were now more than a dozen dirty, unkempt criminals pointing at Vadoma as they talked among themselves and leered at her with rotten, stained, and toothless grins.
One of the men grabbed her by the hair and ran his filthy hands through it.
"Get away from me you filthy rikona!" Vadoma said as she recoiled from the vulgar touch.
The oaf was taken aback momentarily by the fiery spirit of the gypsy woman. But then he shouted something rude to her in Turkish and slapped her hard across the face. Indiana Jones took a step towards the man but was abruptly stopped as a knife blade was held up to his throat. A sideways glance revealed the knife wielder to be none other than the recent victor in the fight that he and Vadoma had witnessed. Jones knew that this killer wouldn't hesitate to slit his throat.
"Leave the woman alone! And take me to the Captain!" Jones shouted angrily.
"Shut up you stupid pig!" One of the criminals shouted back over at him and then rudely reached out and lifted Vadoma's dress up. He lifted it up high, exposing her thighs and her panties, as another of the criminals reached in and slapped her on her exposed backside with his dirty hand.
"Indy!!" Vadoma screamed in fear and terror, "Indy please help me!!"
An uproarious and mocking laughter erupted from the crass group of seedy criminals as they listened to Vadoma plead.
Indiana Jones was now frightened as he hadn't been frightened in a long time. But his fear was more for Vadoma than for himself. Whatever he had to face from these subhuman vermin he could face, but he could not bear the thought of Vadoma suffering and being violated as only a woman can, by these filthy beasts.
Jones could see that the sight of the beautiful woman's shapely body and undergarments being exposed was whipping some of these scums of the earth into a dangerous frenzy of primal excitement. The situation risked getting out of control if he didn't make some kind of bold move immediately.
In a risky move that could easily backfire and cost him his life Indiana Jones calmly but forcefully pushed the hand that held the knife away from his throat. At the same time he turned to look directly into the cold eyes of the criminal who held it. If eyes could shoot fire then the man would have been reduced to cinders as Jones stared him down in a contest of wills.
"Leave the woman alone and take me to the Captain or you'll all regret it!" His strong words rang out above the din of voices and mocking laughter.
The knife wielding criminal then raised his hand into the air and shouted some words in Turkish that silenced the rest of them. Then he rudely pushed Jones towards the ladder that led down to the main deck.
"We go....Kapitan....now!" The man shouted at him.
Another man grabbed Vadoma by the hair and pushed her towards the ladder. As he and Vadoma made their way along, a leg shot out from the crowd and kicked Jones in the backside, resulting in another round of uproarious laughter. Indiana Jones grimaced at the indignation. But, he thought, at least they weren't dead yet, and that meant that he still had time to figure a way out of this mess. Maybe the Captain, despite the fact that he led a crew of murderous thugs, was an honorable man. Maybe he would accept money in exchange for their safe passage. He could only hope.
Eventually they were pushed, kicked, and led up forward to an area of the main deck in front of the bridge. There they were pushed down to a sitting position on the hard steel deck.
"You wait...here! ....Kapitan....he come down!" One of the thugs said.
For five anxious minutes Jones and Vadoma sat on the deck and waited. The men still stared at Vadoma with salacious lust in their crazed eyes, but luckily no one touched her. Perhaps, Jones thought, his false bravado had paid off. Perhaps the Captain had put the word out not to harm them.
The Captain finally arrived. He was large to say the least. He was a Turk. The man stood well over six feet tall and weighed two hundred and fifty pounds if he weighed an ounce. He looked every bit as dirty and unkempt as the rest of the crew. The only article of clothing that might distinguish any kind of rank was an old worn, beaten, and oil stained Royal Navy Officer's cap that the man had somehow picked up somewhere.
He strode purposefully up to the pair of stowaways sitting on the deck and gazed at them silently for several long moments with a look of extreme dissatisfaction etched on his face. His eyes lingered for a long time on the figure of Vadoma as she sat helplessly on the deck. Finally he spoke. But he spoke in Turkish.
Indiana Jones spoke and understood many languages, but did not have much of a mastery of Turkish. He only managed to catch a few words here and there as the Captain spoke, but the words that he heard chilled him.
He glanced over at Vadoma. She could not understand anything that was said, but she could read the Captain's demeanor clearly, and she was frightened. Jones tried to force a smile of reassurance, but couldn't seem to summon one from within. Indiana Jones too was frightened.
The Captain finished speaking and then abruptly turned and walked away.
"Wait!" Jones shouted to him, "Wait! I can...I can pay you....I..."
A hand slapped him hard across the face.
"Shut up you pig!" One of the criminals glared down at him.
Another of the crew stepped forward and spoke to Jones in English. He smiled malevolently with a mouth full of rotten teeth. "Did you hear Kapitan?"
"What did he say?!" Jones demanded.
"He has decide your punishment."
"Punishment?!" Jones did his best to act indignant, "Punishment for what?! We've done nothing...we..."
Another hand slapped him across the face.
"You are stowaways! No one stows away on Kapitan Sabri's ship!"
"Indy, what's going to happen to us?!" Vadoma asked in a terrified voice.
"I don't know!" Indiana Jones felt both confused and helpless.
The criminal moved his face down closer to Jones; close enough so that Jones was nearly nauseated by the repulsive stench of the man's breath. He smiled malevolently again.
"The Kapitan say that all of men will have a turn with your woman while you will watch," he began to laugh, "and after men finished with your woman.....we kill you both....slowly."
The shock and horror that the man's words elicited in Indiana Jones was beyond description; he sat speechless on the steel deck.
"Noooooo!!" Vadoma screamed, and then collapsed into sobbing.
The criminal shouted something in Turkish. The crowd of filthy men on deck gave forth with lusty shouts of excitement and moved towards the helpless pair on the deck.
Hands reached out and grasped hold of Indiana Jones' arms and held him fast while one of the thugs approached Vadoma, grabbed hold of her dress, and savagely tore the front of it down. Gasps of uncontrolled animal lust erupted from the horde of vile criminals as the helpless gypsy woman's firm, young breasts were indecently exposed.
Vadoma screamed, and then tried to curl up into a fetal position in a vain attempt to protect herself. But other hands pulled her arms back and pushed her back up, exposing her breasts. Filthy hands rudely reached out and pawed at the vulnerable flesh.
"Indy!" Vadoma shrieked in terror, "Please Indy! Help meeeeee!!!"
Indiana Jones grimaced and fought against the hands that held him, but it was hopeless, their grip was too tight. And to further ensure that the archaeologist would be forced to sit still and watch his woman brutally gang raped, the man on his right placed a knife to his throat.
"You see," the man leaned down and shouted in his ear, "this is what happens to stowaways...ha ha ha ha ha ha," he laughed cruelly, adding grievous insult to the heinous crimes about to be committed.
Vadoma was now pushed down on to her back and her dress was pulled up. More filthy hands reach out and tore off her panties as she continued to scream for help, and beg for mercy from the merciless. More animal gasps of raging lust erupted from the horde of men as their collective eyes focused on the dark mound now exposed between the legs of the helpless woman.
Indiana Jones agonized inside. If only they hadn't chosen this ship as a refuge from the police on the pier. If he had only known......known the evil that awaited them....
Jones hung his head, and could not bear to look as the first of the scoundrels stood in front of Vadoma, dropped his ragged, filthy trousers, and prepared to violate her in the worst way that a woman can be violated.