Captured by Somali pirates (, Submissive)

You awake to a series of loud popping sounds that cracked through the air, snapping up to a sitting position the moment you hear the subsequent screaming that came after. Whirling around to look out the pothole window towards the side of your room, you peer out of it in an attempt to look for where the noise was coming from. Unable to see anything except the pitch black horizon of the night at sea, you immediately got up from your bed to totter over towards the door of your room, pressing your ear against it to listen. Several more popping sounds, and more screaming. You have never heard the sound of real gunshots before, but any normal person would find it instinctive to fear the horrifying noise it makes.

To your side, you could see your form against the wardrobe mirror in the dim light. You were 5'8", slender with a large round E cup boobs and wide hips. You could barely see the curly locks of the brunette shoulder length hair that you had let down before you slept and the dark green eyes that you were blessed to have at birth. Likened to most of the younger adult female passengers of the cruise liner, you were one of the prettiest girls on board, having been constantly chased by many of the other party goers there over the past few days of your journey. Dressed in only a short black and lacy nightgown, you clutched your cleavage closed tightly, and start to think that taking this long vacation might have been a very bad idea. Your knees weakened and shivered from the dread that threatened to overwhelm you, and you only hoped that a friendly face would come to the rescue.