Heyo! Posting some of my harder stuff here for the first time, let me know if you actually enjoy this kinda thing :)
You didn’t get vacation often, did you? Not with the shortage of doctors, and with everything being the way it is…
But you finally got time approved, and right at the tail end of summer. You’d still be able to go to the beach, and this year there would be much less people to disturb you. You could wear whatever you want, swim whenever.
Unfortunately, theres always a price of being alone on the water. This time, it took the form of a rip current, sweeping you far out to sea. By the time your head was above water, you could barely tell which direction you needed to go. And you only remembered what to do too late. You started swimming parallel, but you couldn’t keep your head above water. You start to sink, to feel water go into your lungs…
You wake up later, groggy, vomiting water. It looks like a fishing boat found you later and was kind enough to rescue you. Slowly, painfully, the numbness subsides enough for you to regain some feeling.
You feel hands on you, on your slit, on your thighs. Were they seriously using an unconscious girl like that? They probably thought you were dead already, that you shouldn’t go to waste. But you can’t exactly fight off 5 diseased old fishermen, can you? Theyd been away from home for too long, and you were a godsend. Its almost like you were supposed to wash up against this boat.
You try to scream, but it just comes out as a wet cough. You still probably needed medical attention, but that didn’t seem like the focus here. When one of them finally sees your awake, they wrap fishing twine around your throat. You feel oxygen leave you again, an almost familiar feeling at this point.
As they choke you, you feel your holes start to stretch. First your asshole, then your pussy. Each of these filthy men were waiting to take turns with your dead body. And they were going to have that opportunity whether you fought or not. But you couldn’t really do much, could you? A thin line of blood flows from your throat, your wheezing attempt at screams shuts off completely into just a thin whistle of air. Soon another cock is between your breasts, clearly none of your body was going to be left alone.
The last thing you feel before you go back down for the last time is semen coating your insides. The penis inside you withdraws, another takes its place. You’d be incredibly worried about std’s but you weren’t there at that point.
Days later missing posters go up, people try to find you. But all anyone finds is your online history, how much of a whore you were, how you had already known what needed to happen to you. They called it off, knowing you finally found what you wanted
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vldrzq/washing_onto_the_fishing_boat_ncsnuff