I was taking a well-deserved vacation. The Caribbean called my name as I set sail on a giant cruise ship. A few days into the cruise, I woke up to the sounds of a siren and a panicked crowd of people rushing through the halls. Pirates had snuck up to the ship in the night and they were boarding our boat. The pirates gathered the passengers on the main deck and killed all the crew members, leaving us reliant on them to steer ship and navigate us back to land.
These weren’t the booty-stealing, rum-drinking buccaneers from the stories. They were Somalians with big, black cocks and the evil intention of selling the passengers off to slave labor or sex slavery, after stealing all of our valuables, of course. A group of the tall, black men surrounded me as they dragged me into one of the rooms. I tried to fight them off and escape into the crowd, but they were too strong and pinned me down. With a knife pressed to my throat, I wasn’t struggling any time soon.
Tearing away at my clothes, they shoved their throbbing dicks into any hole they could stuff themselves into. I gagged on one while two more filled my ass and pussy. Rough hands groped at my tits and twisted my nipples until they were black and blue. Load after load was being poured into all my holes as they passed me around like a ragdoll. I screamed as they forced two cocks into my asshole at the same time, sending a splitting pain through my gut. By the end of it all, I was so bloody and bruised, they decided they couldn’t sell me, stabbed me in the chest, and dumped me in the sea.