Dark Horizons

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Today in a world full of computers, instant communications and the pursuit of material goods it is hard to believe that less than 80 years ago things were quite different. It was a time when people believed in a higher calling of giving to others of self sacrifice.. It was a time when young dedicated people volunteered for the foreign Missions. It was also a time when these young selfless volunteers looked on the people of the mission lands as their little brown, black or yellow brothers and sisters that they had come to save from their ignorance and heathen ways. They saw no value in cultures older than their owns and did not abide beliefs other than their own.

The little Tramp steamer had sailed from Portland Oregon its destination Shanghai China. That was a month and half ago. If they had sailed directly to China the voyage would have only taken two weeks But the Universal Mission society could not afford to pay for a direct passage. The Cathy Fai had wound its way south and west through the Pacific and then into the Indian Ocean and the Island of Ceylon for a cargo of tea. Now the little steamer was headed for the Melaka Straights in the Dutch East Indies. Captain Van Router had ordered the Rev. Vogel to keep his little flock of Missionaries below decks and to shown no lights on deck and to secure and shutter the portholes that gave the only relief to the stifling heat and humidity below decks. Van Router had muttered something about pirates. Pirates indeed huffed the Rev. Vogel really this was the 20th century not the 17th. That was what was running through his mind as he opened the porthole to catch a breath of air.

Dar Java saw the faint glimmer of light against the night sky. He saw the silhouette of the darken ship against the coast of Sumatra. A prize, a prize worth taking. Swiftly silently they put to sea Stalking their pry through the night preparing to strike just at first light to catch the crew tiered from the mid watch while the ship still slept.

The Passengers and crew of the Cathy Fai awoke to gunfire and shouts of panic. It did not take long the ship taken all because of a breath of fresh air on a hot , humid tropical night. Orders were passed to the passengers and crew to assemble in the main salon. It was there that they saw their captors Celebes Pirates. Dark powerful men dressed in loose open shirts and pantaloons of bright silk. There legs were bare and their bodies decorated with tattoos of mystical symbols and dragons.

 

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Evelyn had waited for this day almost her entire life. Ever since she was a little girl, Evie, as her mother called her, had heard stories of the missionaries in her church and the good work they performed. They went to all those countries and taught them of God and how to live civilized and free. Her mother encouraged her to pursue her dreams, keeping her away from any form of impropriety as she grew. She finished high school still dreaming of becoming a missionary, still untouched regardless of her beauty. Evelyn’s long strawberry blond was forever in a demure bun, her soft white skin untouched by the sun thanks to the high collared dresses with long sleeves that covered her slender build. Before graduating Evelyn had been accepted to a missionary college in Oregon. Her mother was so supportive of her daughter’s dream; she packed up her younger daughter and moved to Oregon with Evelyn.

They found a home to rent, taking in boarders to help pay the bills as Evelyn attended college. The day she graduated, Evelyn was floating on air as just the day before her professor had found her a group of missionaries heading to Shanghai China. She would not know anyone and that was a bit scary but this was what she had been waiting for her entire life. After the tears were shed and goodbyes were said, she found herself under the direction of Reverend Vogel. He was a nice man who made her feel comfortable, as did the rest of the missionaries who were joining her. Evelyn boarded the steamer and kept mostly to herself along the voyage. She knew nothing of the sea and followed the Rev. Vogel’s orders as well as the captains whenever they issued them. So when they were ordered below deck, she immediately went below to wait.

Evelyn fell into a troubled sleep, the whispers of pirates having frightened her immensely. She was curled up under a blanket when the first shouts and sounds of gunfire were heard, waking her from her fitful sleep. Trembling and afraid, Evelyn followed the line of missionaries to the main salon, her hands squeezing those of another frightened missionary. She bit back a loud gasp at the sight of their captors, her eyes dropping immediately, trying hard not to allow the tears pooling in her eyes to drop.

 

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For the next few moments, there was screaming firing and then the door to the main salon burst open and there stood a man of unknown years with iron gray hair and a livid scar across his cheek.

“ How dare you attack us in this manner.”

The reverend was outraged and his face was crimson with his rage. The man hand flashed and Rev Vogel lay on the floor a purple burse already on his cheek.

Dar Java watched as the reverend Vogel and his flock of old withered hens shrunk back from him. So superior in their disgust for the grubby little peasant that had the effrontery to interrupt their voyage and their holy work. The high-pitched little cry caught his attention as Low Fa dragged a stunning young creature to her feet. Oh, how the little dove struggled in Low Fa’s grip. She twisted in the hands of a badly burned man. His face covered in burns and one eye scarred over. She gasped trying to free herself. Her eyes quickly searched for the reverend.


She struggled all the more as Low Fa led her to stand before Dar Java . Tendrils of hair her silken golden hair had broken free from the sever confines of Evie’s prim and proper little bun and tumbled down across her shoulder and back, her eyes huge with fright. Dar Java dark fathomless eyes met Evelyn’s with an unblinking intensity. He held hers captive in the silence of his gaze. Slowly he let his eyes leisurely take in the sensual bow of Evie’s slender neck, the firm rise and seductive curve of her breast. He let his gaze caress the supple curves of the girl’s torso, the sensually seductive flare of her hips. His eyes traveled down over the flat quivering plane of her abdomen to boldly rest on the sweet junction of where her long sculptured legs met. His eyes met hers again and there was not doubt that he had just mentally striped her in front of all.

“Such a delicate dove.”

His voice was deep dark and rich as good earth is, he dark eyes threatening as an approaching storm. His hand brushed away the stray strands of hair from Evie’s angelic face. His hand as rough and calloused as leather. He then turned his attention back to the Reverend Vogel.

“ I have decided to let you and your party continue .”

Hope could be seen in the face of his little flock .

“But you must pay for a preaching license shall we say 1000 gold pieces.”

Vogel was no fool he knew he had no choice but to agree. However, he knew once safe at the next port the payment could be delayed or renegotiated.

Of course Sir 1000 gold pieces very reasonable.”

The man’s voiced trembled as he spoke and gathered his little flock around him. Evie was still held fast in Low Fa’s grip

Evelyn come here at once!”

“ No Rev Vogel She will stay with us as a guarantee of the payment.”

 

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Evie jumped at the loud bang of the door, her eyes flying up to stare at the man who entered. She hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. Her eyes turned to watch the reverend as he tried to defend us, only to be struck down so easily. Evie was slowly beginning to lose hope, huddling against the missionary whose hand she held. She closed her eyes and began to pray, hoping they would just take whatever they wished and leave them be.

Her pray was cut short when she felt hands gripping her arm and pulling her. She struggled to hold onto the other woman's hand but was ripped violently away. Evie struggled and screamed, her fear tightened her belly, her eyes wide, searching for someone to help her. She writhed anew when she was brought before the other man, her breath coming fast, her chest rising and falling with each gasp of breath. Evie knew the reverend would never allow her to be harmed but seeing him struck made her question. She trembled visibly, her eyes were caught in his and she whimpered softly.

When his eyes left hers, she almost felt it as he ran his eyes along her body. Her fear grew as he drank her in, knowing what he was thinking, feeling violated, dirty. She bit down on her bottom lip, wanting to drop her eyes but was too afraid. What had she been thinking going on this journey? She shrunk back as his hand touched her soft skin and when he turned, Evie's pleading eyes went immediately to the reverend.

Her eyes widened at his words, shocked that this heathen would allow them to go free but her hope was growing. Evie covered her body with her hands as she listened, wanting so much to be back in her home with her mother. She took a step toward the reverend but the man wouldn't let her go and then she heard those words.

"No!" she screamed and fought against the iron grip. "Please, Reverend. Please don't let them keep me." Evie's tears ran down her cheeks as she watched the emotions crossing over his face. She turned toward the flock and saw they would rather she stay then have themselves suffer. "Don't leave me, please! You know what they'll do to me." She begged and pleading, but her stomach twisting, already seeing her fate in the eyes of the women.

 

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Dar Java’s face was unreadable when Evie’s head snapped up as he declared her fate. Like a trapped little dove, she looked to her protector the Rev Vogel who merely dropped his gaze from her. Mrs. Pennicost looked down her long roman nose as if somehow it was all Evie’s own fault. The spiteful old matron had seen the way the barbarian had looked at Evelyn and she could well guess what the girl’s fate would be even if the naïve little beauty could not.

"No..."

The golden haired beauty firmly announced as she redoubled her efforts to break free of Low Fa’s grip on her arm. Like a petulant child, Evie kicked the man in his shin. His only acknowledgement was a low grunt. This seemed to infuriate the proud young beauty as Tears of frustration and fright filled her eyes as she continued to struggle, yet Low Fa still held her firmly. Evie’s long tawny silken hair came undone, it cascaded over her face and shoulders in a shimmering golden shower. When she shook it free, it framed her angelic face in a shimmering golden halo that caressed the girl’s flawless alabaster skin. When Low Fa pressed his body to the terrified girl’s, his arousal was pressed to her as well.

"Please, Reverend. Please don't let them keep me."


Her soft voice carried a note of panic in it as again she turned her soft eyes to her protector. Those soft tear shimmering eyes pleading in eloquent silence with him for help. For His part, Vogel could not meet them. There where the others to think about, his wife, Mrs. Pennicost, the other two matrons as well. After all Evelyn was young and could endure the captivity better than the others could. Yet he knew the truth in his heart of hearts.

“ You go now, send money I return girl.”

The Reverend wasted no time leaving, shooing his clucking little flock before him. The women could not bear to meet Evie’s eyes. That was all except Mrs. Pennicost a wicked smug little smile bowed the corners of her lips as her dark hateful eyes met the girl’s. Then she too was gone.

"Don't leave me, please! You know what they'll do to me."

She begged and pleading, but her stomach twisting, already seeing her fate in the eyes of the women.


The young innocent little Missionary was left alone with Dar Java and his men who now seemed to press around her uncomfortably close.

“ Missy remove your clothes I which to see If you are worthy to be my bed slave.”

Dar Java announced in a voice that was use to giving commands, commands that where obeyed. A roar of laughter went up from the thugs gathered around the chaste young beauty.

 

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Her eyes filled with tears as she struggled, her heart pounding as she felt the man pressed against her tight bottom. She felt her heart break as she watched them turn away from her. All but Mrs. Pennicost. The smile froze her, chilling her to the bone, her eyes wide as she met the woman's hateful eyes. What had she done to the woman for her to dispise her so much, she thought. Her fate was sealed as they abandoned her and although she was unaware of what awaited her, she was not so naive to believe she would keep her chastity.

Her eyes darted around the group of men, trembling with fear as she saw only lust and laughter. She gasped at Dar Java's words, her eyes wide at the commanding sound of his voice. Evie's head shook back and forth slowly, a soft whimper slipping from her lips. The tears continued to flow, knowing she would find no help in the group of men laughing and fighting to glimpse the young beauty stripped of her clothes.

"Please," she whispered before clearing her throat. "I can get you more money than even the Reverend can. But...you have to promise not to...hurt me." Evie knew it was pointless but couldn't help but try to keep herself safe. She could feel her legs trembling, cold fear sliding up her back as she met the evil man's eyes.

 

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Evie gasped at Dar Java's words, her eyes wide at the commanding sound of his voice. Evie's head shook back and forth slowly, a soft whimper slipping from her lips.

”Please”

A stony silence was all the answer the little golden beauty received.

“ So Missy does not wish to be my bed slave.”

His voice dark and rich, his breath warm and moist washed over her face and neck.

“ Perhaps you would prefer to be shared out like the rest of the treasure Missy .”

Rough hands grabbed Evie and she was roughly passed from man to man until she was in the center of the main salon of the little steamer. All her avenues of escape where cut off. The trembling beauty was hoisted up on a table where all could see her. Dar Java stood back surveying the scene. The delicate young western beauty on her makeshift pedestal. His men’s dark hungering eyes lustfully devouring her where she stood.

“Missy be so kind as to disrobe………..”

He paused savoring the shock and fear in Evie’s soft eye.

“… Or shall I have my men assist you…………I fear you would not fair well if they did.”