I went looking for trouble and found torture sex instead. I answered an ad I saw looking for a buxom blonde stripper. It was a private gig. All the clubs are closed now and honestly, I needed the money. It looked like a harmless gig. Some wealthy guy with a yacht throwing a party at sea. I wanted to be on a yacht. I have been cooped up inside for too long. Some fresh air, sunshine and horny men was just what I needed. When I arrived, everything seemed copasetic. This looked like rich married men wanting some action after a few months stuck at home with their wives. That was part of it, but their idea of fun was more like something out of one of the Hostel movies. They waited until we were out to sea to show their true colors. I was in the middle of a sexy striptease when one of the men used a cattle prod on me. Shocked the piss out of me. I was convulsing on the floor like I had a seizure. They all kicked me when I was down. They stopped for a second and the man who hired me started counting. I was not sure why, but when they backed off, I ran. I was on a yacht, not many places to go, but they clearly wanted to play cat and mouse. I thought I found a good hiding spot, but someone found me, and the game was over. They tied me to the stripper pole and whipped me. My skin was blistering and cracking. They did not stop there. They paid for me and they were going to fuck me too. They just saw me as a dumb whore no one would miss. They acted out their rape phone sex fantasies and tossed me in the ocean. I think they thought I would drown, but no one with tits as big as mine drowns. Luckily, we were only a couple miles out from land, and I washed up on the shore. They probably think I am still dead. I hope they do because if they find out, I doubt they will fail at killing me again.
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