Ann’s Boat Ride

All my life, my mother has been a very strikingly, beautiful woman. At forty five years of age she still doesn’t look a day over thirty five. For over eighteen years, my mother has been the best mom I could ever ask for. My mom, Ann, is my best friend. She is a nurse. Mom is an RN, but she doesn’t work on the floor anymore. She’s in charge of hiring new nurses at the hospital. She loves it because she works more normal hours.
My mom’s had a tough life though. My grandparents, mom’s parents, separated when she was little. Mom’s older brother, my Uncle John, died of pneumonia when he was only twelve.
I guess that’s why my grandparents liked my dad so much, because he made her happy and treated her great.
Tragically though, daddy died about two years ago. My mom’s had a tough time; we both have. Daddy was a Baptist minister and nearly two years ago he was killed when a drunk driver ran a red light and hit his truck. I was fifteen when it happened.
Our family and friends were there for support but it was still tough on both of us.
Slowly I started to learn how to continue on with my life but it was tougher for mom. She and dad had been married for nearly eighteen years and now she was all alone except for me.
A few months ago I could tell she really needed a break and it was summertime and I was out of school so I suggested she take a few days of and we go to my grandparents or something; just something to get away.
She’s a workaholic and didn’t really think she should at first, but a couple of days later she told me she’d taken some vacation. She said it was in two weeks and it was for two whole weeks. Actually she planned it around July 4th and she only took two weeks of vacation but with the holiday she ended up getting two and a half off. Plus it was kind of a birthday trip to, because I’d turn eighteen while on our vacation.
She asked me what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go. I didn’t really come up with anything and then she suggested a cruise or a vacation in Cancun or the Bahamas. I was definitely for that and we eventually decided on the Bahamas.
She set it up over the internet that night. I was so excited; we were going to have a blast.
I think she was really looking forward to it. I think she realized she never really took a break after dad died and knew that she was due for one.
Mom even took me shopping before we went. I got several pairs of new shorts and a few new t-shirts and mom and I both got some new bathing suits. We had a blast at the mall. It was the first time we’d been shopping together in awhile and it was fun. Mom got three new bathing suits and I got two. She had become distant somewhat after dad’s death but that day we were like best friends again.
I was even able to talk her into buying a bathing suit that was a little more revealing than she’d been use to. But like I said, my mother is a beautiful woman and I knew she’d look great in it. It was just made for her. She’s tall; she’s got a gorgeous complexion, and she’s been able to maintain her curves despite having a kid and despite being in her early forties. I definitely got my complexion from my mom, as well as my sandy blonde hair, and my long legs. We’re both about 5’10”. However, at a 34C, I’m no where near as voluptuous as my mother. Mom wears a 38D and I always roll my eyes when I hear her complaining that they make her back hurt. She also tells me that she doesn’t like the attention they draw sometimes. I think she’s crazy. I think they’re beautiful and I hope I’m as attractive as she is when I’m her age.
Eventually the big day came and everything was packed and ready to go. The 4th was on a Sunday and the hospital had given her that Thursday and Friday off before the weekend. She took the next two weeks off so she had a whole two and a half weeks off from work. Mom took off that Wednesday at noon and after she got home and got changed, we headed to the airport.
We took a taxi to the airport and unlike most taxi cab drivers, this driver was cute. My guy friends always call me a tease because they say I flirt with guys a lot but then when they try to make a move I get all shy and run. I was flirting with this guy pretty hard I think. He was too old for me, probably close to thirty, but it made the twenty minute ride to the airport fun. And besides; we were on vacation, we’re suppose to have fun.
We got to the airport and he helped us check in our bags curbside and mom paid him. As soon as we got in the terminal, mom asked me, “What do you think you were doing?” I just laughed and said, “lighten up mom, we’re on vacation, were suppose to have fun, remember.” That was the end of that.
The flight was a few hours but it wasn’t too bad. I remember trying to take a nap, but I was too worked up, excited to be going on vacation.
We took another taxi to our hotel and once we got there I could tell my mom was very relieved. She was worried the hotel would turn out to be some dump. She said there’s only so much you can tell by the pictures on the internet.
We actually ended up having a booking problem when we checked in. Turns out they’d given our room to someone else, but they were cool and put us up in a nicer room for the same price. We got our keys and went up the elevator to our room. It turned out, instead of just being your traditional hotel room with two beds; it was a suite that actually had two separate bedrooms with two separate bathrooms.
It was about 5:30 and I wanted to go down to the pool before going to dinner. Mom laid down on her bed and rested for a moment while I went in my room and unpacked. After unpacking I went and put on my bikini.
I got ready and then went to get mom. She was still lying on the bed and was nearly asleep but I told her to get moving so we could go check out the pool area before dinner. I helped her up and she changed.
She wore one of her new bathing suits but it wasn’t the one I picked out, it was a one piece.
There was actually an outdoor as well as an indoor one. I told mom I wanted to lay out for a little while. I told her she could take a nap out there and rest. We found two lounge chairs by the pool and laid down.
I remember it being a beautiful day and the sun felt great. I could tell it felt great for my mom to finally get to relax.
A few minutes later a waiter came over and asked if we wanted drinks. Mom got us two waters. After he left though, I asked mom, “Hey mom, why don’t you get us some fruit drinks………some daiquiris or something. Shelly’s mom said the drinks were great down here.”
I could tell she was a little hesitant to buy me alcohol, but she said “ok, but just one.”
When the waiter came back, he handed us our waters and mom asked him, “Can you get us two strawberry daiquiris also?” He said sure and went to get them.
The drinks were great and after we’d been down there about an hour we decided to go back up to the room and clean up and decide whether we were going to go out for dinner or just fix something in our condo. After we got upstairs though, we just decided that since we were both so tired from traveling, we’d just order room service. There was a menu on the TV and after finding what we wanted, mom called and order our room service. I talked her into ordering us some more drinks too.
While she was on the phone I went and showered.
When I got out of the shower, I could hear my mom in the shower in her bathroom.
Eventually I heard mom get out and start blow drying her hair.
Then I heard room service knocked on the door. I figured mom probably didn’t hear the knock so I went and answered the door. I looked and saw her bathroom door was shut so I figured I’d have a little fun with the waiter. My hair was still dripping wet as I went to the door. I was completely naked, just holding my towel to my chest, covering my front, but just barely. When I opened the door, the look on the waiter’s face made me smile. I surprised him completely. He just stood there with a shocked look on his face. I smiled back; maybe I was a tease.
Then, behind me, my mom came out of her bathroom. She was in her robe, and when she saw me at the door, just holding the towel in front of me, without it even wrapped around me, she blurted out, “Christy!”
I remember I just turned around as if nothing was wrong. When I turned and faced her, her anger and shock grew, she knew as well as I did that my backside was completely exposed to the waiter standing in the door.
“Christy! Go to your room!”
I remember I egged her own more and did like she said but didn’t even cover up as I did. I’m sure my mom shot the waiter a stem look for admiring my ass as I walked away into my room.
When he left, my mom came in my room and scolded me for acting that way. I pretty much ignored her though as I got dressed.
I put on some panties and a t-shirt. And I took my dinner and my daiquiri out on the patio. After mom got dressed, she joined me. While we were out there eating though, there was another knock at the door and my mom immediately said, “I’ll get it.”
It was the same waiter. He had two more drinks and started apologizing for his rude behavior earlier. He said the drinks were on the house. He set them down and retreated in a hurry. Mom and I looked at each other. Then mom just shrugged her shoulders and said “what the hell.” She brought the drinks out on the patio with us and we sat and ate. We talked and gazed at the amazing sky full of stars. She didn’t seem to be mad anymore about my little stunt.
About half way through what was her third drink, I started to think; damn my mom can’t take very much alcohol. I could tell she was feeling it pretty good. But then suddenly I started feeling a little odd. I felt dizzy and mom said she was too. Both of our eyes were getting heavy and when I looked I could tell mom’s eyes were dilated. She said my pupils were too and I asked mom what was wrong. I could tell mom looked worried and that made me worry. She stood up and tried walking back inside. She said she was going to call the hospital. She said, “Something isn’t right. Something is wrong. Something was in those drinks.”
I followed mom and we staggered inside frantically looking for the phone. Then I looked up and saw our hotel door open. The waiter and three other guys were standing in the doorway. “Mom,” I said and she came and looked.
The next thing I remember was waking up in a dark room. I had an incredible headache and I was all disoriented. It took awhile but my eyes slowly started adjusting to the dim light. My whole body ached, I was so sore. Then I began to panic when I realized my hands were tied up above my head. I was standing but my toes were barely touching the floor and the rope tied around my wrist was basically holding my weak body up. I was pretty much hanging from my wrists. I started getting really scared. My legs were wet. I looked down and noticed that I must have peed on myself. There was a puddle on the concrete floor at my feet.
Then my eyes started to adjust more and I saw my mom. She was also hanging by her wrists less than five feet away. I started crying, “mom where are we?”
She didn’t say anything. Again I cried out, “Where are we? Mom I think I peed on myself! What’s going on?” Mom told me I’d obviously lost control of my bladder while I was asleep. She said we must have been drugged but told me not to worry; everything was going to be ok.
Then we heard a door open behind mom. It was a small oriental woman and some big ugly guy. They walked over and stood beside me and I squirmed to get away from them. Mom blurted out, “Where are we? Let us go!”
But then the woman walked over to my mom. She looked up and started running her hands on my mom. Mom struggled and tried kicking the girl. Then the guy went over behind mom and grabbed her ankles. He yanked her legs apart, spreading them out. I started crying as mom struggle with him. She was so exhausted though, no telling how long we’d been hanging there. The woman ran her hand up inside mom’s shorts. She started touching my mother. Mom tried to get away, but the woman just looked up at her and smiled. She told mom, “You better calm down, you better get use being touched, that what he bought you for.”
When she pulled her away, mom yelled at her, “What? What the hell are you talkin’ about?”
The woman just laughed and looked at her partner and said, “American’s.”
Mom yelled, “Dammit let us go!”
Then the woman came over and got right in my ear. She said, “What’s your name sweetie?”
I hesitated until her partner started moving my way and I blurted out, “Christy.”
“You see little girl…… you and you mom like most Americans. You Americans live life oblivious to rest of world. “
I cried out, “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking ’bout rest of world Christy. Rests of world do things different. I’m talking bout how you and me going be together for while.”
Mom said to her, “What are you talking about? Where are we?”
She just smiled. She said, “You and you daughter on boat. You on cargo boat. Cargo boat headed to Thailand. Me for Thailand. You make me big bucks in Thailand.”
Mom suddenly became very frantic and it just scared me even more. She struggled, but this whole thing was too much, the exhaustion and the lingering effects of the drugs were too much, and mom lapsed back into unconsciousness. I just cried as they left me there hanging.
The two of them left but a little while later, they came back in. My mom was still out and he took her down and carried her away. I begged to leave her alone and pleaded to know where they were taking her, but they just ignored me.
The next time they came back in the room, the woman had a laptop computer and was setting it up on the table. The guy had a video camera and was hooking it up to the computer. He set it up on a tripod and pointed it at the oriental woman. Then they left again.
A few minutes later they came back. The woman sat down at the computer and the big ugly guy came over and stood beside me. To see him staring at my body was disgusting. I felt horrible.
I could see the computer and when she turned it on, I saw my mom. She was in another room and was tied up in a chair, sitting at a table. She was waking up from her unconsciousness.
When the woman started talking, it startled my mom. There was a computer, not a laptop just a computer and monitor in front of mom too. They could obviously see and hear each other. I watched and listened as she started telling my mom, “Ann. Now that you back wake let me explain. Ann you do what I say, you and your daughter don’t get hurt. “
Mom yelled back into the computer microphone, “Fuck you. You burn in hell bitch!”
But then the woman gently smiled and swung the camera towards me. Mom got quiet when she saw me still hanging there with that big ugly guy standing next to me. The woman then swung the camera back to her and she told my mom, “Ann. You do exactly what I say or my friend gets to have fun with daughter. Ok.”
I could tell my mom was furious. Her face was turning red and I could see her clinching her fist. But she didn’t say anything.
Then the woman told her, “Put on earpiece.”
Mom picked up the earpiece off the table and put it on.
“Turn off monitor.”
Mom looked in the camera and said, “Now how the hell am I suppose to do that? I’m tied up!”
“Use button in your hand.”
Mom looked surprised. Through the whole thing I don’t think she’d realized they had put something in her hand. Then mom’s monitor went black.
She told mom to stand up and hop over to the wall and to face it. Mom did and then I watched as two men came in the room with her. They untied her and then took her away. Another girl followed them in, another Asian girl, and followed them with the camera. I watched on the screen as the girl took the camera as she followed them taking my mother into another room. There was a large curtain on one side.
They put a metal collar around my mom’s neck and hooked it to a chain that was bolted to the floor in the center of the room. Then someone else came in carrying the computer and monitor. They sat it in a corner at the end of the curtain and turned it on. It was video of the room I was in.
Mom yelled to let us go again, but the woman told her to shut up. She said, “Member, you listen to me in earpiece, you do what I say or daughter gets it.”
Mom agreed with silence.
“Now stand up and face curtain.”
Mom did and then the curtain started opening and lights blasted in her face.
A huge roar went up in the room; mom was in a room filled with a huge crowd of men. I could tell my mom couldn’t see much because of the lights, but she knew where she was.
Then she told my mom through her earpiece, “Take clothes off. Take all clothes off.”
Mom hesitated though, and when she did the woman pointed the camera at me and the guy came over to me. I squirmed and tried to get away, but mom was forced to watch him reach up under my skirt and rip off my panties. I cried as he held them up for the camera.
Mom’s head sank. Then a guy came up behind her and yanked her shorts down around her ankles.
“Now take panties off.”
Mom didn’t hesitate this time; she just closed her eyes and pulled them down.
“Throw panties in crowd.”
Mom took a deep breath and reached down and picked them up and tossed them into the large crowd of men that were now right in front of her. The crowd roared and scrambled for my mom’s panties.
“Take off blouse. Take off bra.”
I felt horrible as I watched mom start to well up in tears. But then he came back over to me and took my shirt. He just ripped it right off me. He tore it right down the middle. I cried as mom saw the whole thing. The crowd could see her but they couldn’t see the monitor and didn’t know what all was really going on. Mom wailed out in tears as she started unbuttoning her blouse. But the men cheered.
After mom took off her blouse, the woman told her, “In crowd, throw in crowd now.” Like a zombie, mom did and I watched as the horrible men fought for it.
I saw mom glance over at the monitor and when she did the woman reached back and yanked my bra off me. Mom closed her eyes and unhooked her bra and flung it into the crowd in front of her. Mom folded her arms across her breasts, but then the guy left me and went over and shouted in the microphone, “put your arms down bitch! Let’s see those titties!”
Reluctantly, mom did as he said and put her hands down at her sides. The men roared even louder.
When they finally started to quieten somewhat, she told my mom, “Show men how high you jump.”
Mom looked confused but just did as she said and made one little hop. Then stood there waiting for her next humiliating command.
But then the guy went back over to the mic and said, “Don’t stop. We wanna see those titties bounce. Those guys like you. They wanna see those big titties bouncin’. Hop for ’em. Hop up and down for ’em bitch!”
Mom closed her eyes again, took a deep breath and then slowly started to hop up and down. My mom’s breasts bounced up and down for them, just like the horrible creatures in the crowd wanted. The men’s’ roar seemed constant now and I could tell my mom felt like she’d die of humiliation.
She kept jumping up and down and looked into the monitor just long enough to see me still hanging there naked, with nothing but my socks on.
But then mom watched closer. She kept hopping but she looked closer. That thug was down at my feet. He was spreading my legs out and was tying a bar in between my ankles. I was so helpless, but then so was mom. I started crying again when he raised up and started kissing me between my legs, flicking his tongue in my pussy.
Mom went wild with rage, but it wasn’t until the woman started talking again that her partner stopped taking advantage of me. She told mom, “Turn around. Go to table. Get shoes and put on. “
Mom walked across the stage to the table in the back. The chain that was still hooked to the collar around her neck was barely long enough to reach the table. Mom put them on but I could tell they were so high that she had a hard time standing in them. After she balanced herself she walked back to the center of the stage.
“You spread legs now. You squat. You masturbate for crowd now.”
Like a zombie, I watched my mother start masturbating in front of that huge crowd of men. Mom closed her eyes, she was trying to block out everything around her. She continued until the woman got back on the mic and spoke into mom’s earpiece, “Stop.” Mom did and stood up.