However, on the afternoon of the third day, misfortune struck.
We chased and caught sea crabs around the reef in a frenzy, and I squealed with excitement having never seen so many crabs before. My boyfriend jumped all over the reef. However, joy begets sorrow.
While we were in the middle of it, a wave hit and my boyfriend slipped off the reef in shock, which unfortunately got his legs stuck between the rocks.
My nightmare has been going on ever since.
He couldn’t get out of it, and I alone would never have the strength to push the stone. Terror began to permeate my body, and the excitement of the crab catch was swept away.
We started talking about finding someone to call for help. I looked around and realized that we had reached a very remote cape. His face had begun to turn white, and the blood loss from his thighs, though not very severe, had encroached on the red sand along the reef.
I panicked to the point where I ran hard along the beach toward town.
Almost exhausted, I still couldn’t see half of them.
Just as I was howling in despair, I saw them both, and they were like angels to me at that moment.
I asked for help, I came up for air and described our predicament to them as they began to be shocked by my sudden appearance. I hadn’t noticed that they had started by gazing unkindly and covetously at my swimsuit-clad figure, and I couldn’t care less about their rudeness, thinking only of leading them on to rescue my boyfriend.
I didn’t wait for them to answer before I turned around and ran towards where my boyfriend was trapped and urged them to come with me to save him. I naively thought it was only natural for everyone to save someone in distress.
They did come after me as well. But where did I think that these two were horny men with a heart of gold.
They were gloating when they saw my boyfriend’s situation, and while I was in a hurry, they just stared at my boobs and gawked.
I begged them to help me push the rock away. If I pushed it away just a little bit, my boyfriend would be able to get away. I promised them a reward for their help, and I gave them all the two hundred dollars I had brought with me in my backpack by the beach.
But they asked for 10,000, and they scoffed, saying, “If you don’t come up with 10,000 now, where are you going to get it afterwards?”
How could I have so much money at that time? So I promised to write a note. But they still made things difficult, saying that the note could not be taken as authorization.
I said, “Then what will you do to save them?”
Oh, my God! They actually wanted me to have sex with them on the spot.
I was furious and scolded them for taking advantage of the situation and warned them that violating me would be a crime.
They didn’t even take my words seriously and instead warned me that if I didn’t beg them to save my boyfriend, he would die later when the tide came in.
My boyfriend yelled at them and told them to get out of the way and didn’t want them to save it.
Seeing their leering smiles, I panicked and stepped back, my body already pressed against the edge of the reef. They surrounded me, clearly unsuspecting. I shouted at the top of my lungs, yet weakly against the whistling of the sea breeze.
My boyfriend yelled in desperation, telling me to run away. A ripping sound suddenly cuts off and to my horror I realize my boyfriend has passed out from the gas.
I rushed over to wake him up, these two scoundrels pulled me at the same time, said to me: “He can’t die, let him pass out is good, watching his woman being played won’t be good.”
I cried and begged them to stop, and they pinned me to the rock, each using one hand to grope me. I screamed and kicked wildly, but I was no match for two strong men.
They smiled lewdly at me. One of them cupped my chin and told me that if I cooperated, they would save my boyfriend when they were done. Otherwise, they would not save my boyfriend from death and would sit on the sidelines and watch him drown.
I saw that I couldn’t escape their abuse, so I had to endure the humiliation to save my boyfriend.
I stopped resisting as they lewdly pulled down my bathing suit, exposing my breasts, and just stood there eagerly squeezing and playing with one of my breasts each.
A few of their dark, rough hands abused my snow-white breasts with abandon, my body shivering in the sea breeze, being so abused by two scoundrels was an encounter I never thought possible.
I told them to please save my boyfriend. They obliged while roughly ripping off my bathing suit and my entire body was exposed to them.
They were groping me with abandon, all the while letting out a steady stream of lewd laughter. One of them put his arms around my head and his thick, cigarette-smelling mouth rubbed up against me. I tried my best to avoid him, but I couldn’t break his big hands and was kissed roughly by him, while the other one started to touch my private parts and thighs.
I had to resign myself to being lusted after for the sake of my boyfriend, and I cried in their clutches.
They took off their clothes and their dark, ugly bodies pressed against me, scrambling to take me into their arms. They lowered me onto the clothes they had removed and one pounced on me, officially raping me.
I screamed in pain as he held my pussy open with his hand and thrust his prick in roughly. He began to thrust without eloquence, taking out his libido on me, while the other man kept rubbing and kneading my breasts and body.
The man on top of me sped up his movements and the pain in my lower parts was unbearable. He kept thrusting, his whole body pressed down on top of me, kissing my face with his mouth. My back ground into the hot sand as he thrust and moved my body.
He ended up holding my body and thrusting hard, ejaculating with a loud “YES”.
He was grinning lewdly in my face with a satisfied look on his face, still kissing my face as he was pulled away by the other man. The other man took his place and I was attacked a second time in my still-unrested lower pussy.
I prayed for this torture to end soon, my pussy and back rubbing against the sand hurt even more, but the pain was nothing compared to the grief in my heart.
It was almost hard to breathe with my ravaged body being pressed and ground against a second man. He was rubbing and thrusting on me to his heart’s content, and from time to time he pressed my mouth down in a wild kiss.
I’d never experienced such a humiliating nightmare, being played with and lusted after by two scoundrels I wouldn’t normally have given half a second glance to on my innocent body.
The second man’s ravishment did not last long as I clenched my teeth and endured the violent movements of his final stroke. With each of his ejaculations, he had to thrust himself into me, pumping his lustful juices deep inside me, one at a time.
He didn’t get up right after he vented, but lay on top of me and continued to squirm for a while longer.
I cried and pleaded with them to keep their word.
They laughed in disappointment and said that I hadn’t let them have all the fun yet. The man who had raped me earlier picked up a piece of clothing and sat down on the reef, pointing to his incredibly ugly, wet prick and telling me to go over and get it cleaned up.
The abuse that I was just glad was finally over turned out to be just the beginning, and I once again fell into an abyss like a hole in the ice.
I sat up naked from the floor and again begged them for mercy not to embarrass me anymore. They impassively humiliated me, telling me to give them satisfaction quickly or my boyfriend would be hopeless.
The fear in my heart grew when I thought of my boyfriend still bleeding from being caught in the rocks. But how could I do what they said? I couldn’t imagine how to go about adding something as dirty as a man’s prick to my tongue anyway.
I was still fighting in my mind. Couldn’t I save my boyfriend after being raped by these two men and leave him to bleed to death or wait for the sea to drown him? It was a horrible sight.
The scales in my mind tipped in favor of sacrificing myself. In order to beg them to save my boyfriend, I had to fulfill their extremely humiliating demands first.
I hated the two thugs who took advantage of the situation.
As I was hesitating, I was dragged by my hair by another person and my body was pushed by him towards the man sitting on the reef. I crawled over to him helplessly, knowing that he was waiting for me to clean his cock that had ejaculated inside my pussy. I hoped that was the last thing he would ever ask of me.
Disgust spread throughout my body and with great difficulty I raised my head to face his rod which had risen again. He shamelessly reached out and grabbed my breasts, pulling my upper body closer to his lower body, urging me to quickly add him clean.
Considering the dangerous situation my boyfriend was in, I couldn’t cherish my clean mouth and high dignity any longer, and endured the unpleasant odor, and for the first time in my life, I used my tongue to add to a man’s prick, and a slimy one that had just ejaculated inside me.
I got down on all fours between his legs and stuck my tongue out onto the head of his prick, adding some nasty foreign substance to my tongue. The hardest thing to endure was the intense humiliation of kneeling between a man’s legs and bringing my face close to his crotch. Taking the initiative to add to a man’s sex organ like this was a strong shock to my already numb nerves, and I felt incredibly inferior and humiliated.
But I had to save my boyfriend! The tears I was holding back rolled down my face, not daring to imagine what my boyfriend would think if he knew that I had gone and humiliated myself by adding to a strange man’s sex organ to save him.
Will he hate me? Will he despise me completely for falling on my knees at a man’s crotch? Or will he be moved by my sacrifice?
Regardless of what he thought, I had no choice, I had to save him. Amidst their lewd laughter, I began to add to his shaft with reckless force and speed, looking forward to getting this over with as soon as possible. I quickly added cleanly to his prick, hoping that he would be satisfied with my cleanup and let me go soon.
However, I wrongly assumed that he just wanted me to clean his prick, and after I cleaned it, I knelt there and withdrew my mouth from his lower body, but he roughly grabbed my head and ordered me to take his prick into my mouth and blowjob, and that’s when I realized that he wanted me to give him a blowjob. An act that I had only heard of in the past but found extremely lewd even thinking about it. But now that I was being forced to personally do this dirty deed for the man in front of me, whom I hated with a passion, I was overcome with grief.
I knew that I didn’t really have much of a choice in front of them, but I begged him again to let me go. He said that my tongue had aroused him, so how could he stop there, and as he said that, he pressed my head towards his prick.
He continued to verbally humiliate me by telling me that I must be very good at sucking cock since I was so happy to add to it with my tongue. Extremely humiliated, I slowly took his glans into my mouth, feeling the most humiliating moment of my life.
He let out a satisfied groan and pressed his hand down on my head, and I was forced to take it in deeper, trying to overcome not only the gagging sensation of having such a thick stick of meat thrust into my mouth, but also the humiliation of having it in my mouth.
I ran my mouth up and down his shaft and started sucking this asshole off one at a time. He started shaking his thighs as if he was enjoying the great pleasure my mouth was giving his prick, and one hand was cupping and playing with my breasts from time to time.
Knowing that the only way to end this agonizing abuse was to make him cum as soon as possible, I sped up my movements to intentionally give him greater sexual stimulation while adjusting my breathing to the obstruction of his prick in my mouth. At this point I was like a slutty whore, actively giving a man sexual pleasure at his crotch.
He wailed at my rapid sucking and ordered me to slow down so he could enjoy more of my mouth’s services and told me to use my tongue in my mouth to add to his rod as well. I only complied in exasperation, thinking of my boyfriend who had passed out on the beach.
I was thankful that my boyfriend was still unconscious, he would have been furious if he had seen his favorite woman lying on her back in the sand doing this nasty, obscene service with her mouth for another man.
I just kept servicing the man in front of me with my mouth, stimulating his genitals with my lips and sheer in anticipation of him climaxing soon.
At that moment another man was plastered behind me, his hands thrusting into my chest from behind, holding my breasts and playing with them at will, his mouth kissing me on the nape of my neck. I couldn’t get away from the attack from behind, so I had to continue to work on the shaft in front of me.
The man behind me parted my legs on my knees and used his hands to squeeze and play with my pussy before I felt him insert his prick into my cunt from behind.
I was sandwiched between these two men one in front of the other, and the prick in the back began to thrust down into my cunt one at a time as I continued to suck on the prick in front of me with difficulty under his thrusts. I was humiliated and having lustful intercourse with two men at the same time, feeling this extremely humiliating lewdness deep inside me.
The thrusts from behind pushed my body forward violently, just enough to drive the prick in front of me deep into my throat; I spat it out in agony, but was quickly pulled back in, my head pressed deep against it.
A hand in the back cupped my ass and rear end, while a hand in the front pressed down on my head and the other kept playing with my breasts.
The pressure on my head suddenly increased and accelerated, and I became increasingly unable to catch my breath, almost suffocating on the shaft in my mouth before I felt a stream of cum shoot into my mouth and throat.
I choked and desperately coughed on my staff, but the hand gripping my head didn’t relax at all. Some of the thick semen was coughed up into my nose and then out of my nostrils. The man in front of me was only concerned about his own pleasure, without any regard for my pain, and continued to press my head violently and continuously, letting his prick thrust wildly in my mouth.
That prick continued to pump in and out of my mouth for a long time, and a mouth full of cum overflowed out of my mouth from beside the prick, running down the corners of my mouth and down to my neck. He pulled his prick out of my cum-filled mouth, and not waiting for me to spit out this sticky, milky-white cum, he actually pinched my chin and ordered me to swallow it all. I endured the humiliation, coughing on my staff as I swallowed the man’s fluids.
He used his prick to scrape up the cum that had run down my neck and shoved it into my mouth again, and I had to suck it clean as he ordered.
The man behind me suddenly pulled his prick out of my cunt and came to me and said that he was going to enjoy enjoy the service of my mouth as well.
I numbly caught the second wet prick in my mouth and began to try to satisfy his lustful desires. I tightened my lips and rubbed his prick hard, spitting it out one at a time, then taking it in deeper one at a time.
Within moments the cock in my mouth began to shake before orgasm, and then my head was held down as he pumped in and out of my mouth as if he were pumping a woman’s vagina. An unbearably violent jerking followed by a breathtakingly thick ejaculation.
I was forced to swallow the fishy, foul-smelling cum again and kept sucking and garnishing his prick so that he could enjoy the post-ejaculation pleasure in my mouth.
It’s all over at last. They should be satisfied, right?
I collapsed helplessly on the beach, unable to recover from this round of extreme abuse for a long time.
I had to get them to save my boyfriend as soon as possible. When I lifted myself up, I was shocked to realize that the water was already starting to rise.
I was a little relieved to see them both start walking towards my boyfriend after enjoying the services of my mouth.
They moved a couple of rocks to cushion my boyfriend’s prone upper body, and I was puzzled to realize that they didn’t push the boulders out of the way like I thought they would.
I questioned why they didn’t save my boyfriend, and they laughed and said that the rock was too heavy to move at once, and that it might break his legs.
I looked at them in horror, wondering if what they were saying was true. They assured me that in another hour or two the sea would be over the rock, and then it would be easy to push it away by buoyancy.
I cradled my boyfriend’s head in my arms and looked at the ocean in disbelief, unable to stop the water from falling from my eyes.
However, they weren’t going to just leave me alone. They pulled me over and they sat side by side on the beach forcing me to kneel in front of them, telling me that I could have one more round before they waited for the sea to rise.
I knelt there numbly, letting their rough hands play with me at will.
One hand was groping and squeezing my breasts and pussy indiscriminately back and forth, accompanied by the movements of their hands, and they were judging various parts of my body with the nastiest of words.
Having already experienced two rounds of their rape, my body had begun to go numb, and the thought of being so humiliated by these two perverts in order to save my boyfriend’s life was indescribable in terms of the grief and humiliation in my heart.
Still naked, I knelt between the two of them, both hands forced by them to rest on each of their shoulders so that they could play with my body.
I froze where I knelt, a loud wave lapping at the reef behind me and my heart.
They kept playing and enjoying my snow-white flesh with their hands on me, my body had become a toy for their entertainment, and every part of it became an object for them to tease and pinch.
One of them moved to the side and hooked his hand around my head and pressed it toward his lower body, allowing me to take his shrinking prick into my mouth again. I mechanically went down and sucked his prick into my mouth. I had no will to resist, I just hoped they wouldn’t go back on their word by the time the waters came up.
The other man again attacked my privates with his hand from behind, one of his fingers in my pussy, then the other. I moaned vaguely, my head going up and down on the shaft.
My lower body was no longer as painful as it had been at the beginning of the rape, and the fingers of the man behind me were leisurely stroking my vagina at will. The man in front of me brushed his hands across the tips of my breasts, stimulating my flesh in that most sensitive of places. My body trembled slightly under his stimulation, the abuse was too much for me to bear, but I couldn’t hide from his hands, so I could only let them humiliate me.
Suddenly I felt my body react to their stimulation on my body, a small amount of lust began to ooze from my pussy and my breasts hardened and plumped up under his stimulation. I grabbed both my hands into the sand and tried to resist their stimulation on my sensitive ground. But I couldn’t control my body, and I was actually able to feel some pleasure from their stimulation. I was ashamed of myself for my reaction, but my primal sexual instincts had been aroused and I couldn’t hold it down any longer.
The man behind me finally noticed my reaction. He pulled out his wet finger to show his companion, then together they let out another volley of insults and laughing curses at me.
The fact that I could experience sensuality in front of the scoundrels who were abusing me made me feel more humiliated than I had ever felt before. My body began to become more and more uncontrollable as their continued stimulation became more and more intense.
The man whose prick I was holding lay back and he let it draw away from my mouth, yanked me up to help me straddle his prick and ordered me to insert his prick into my own cunt.
The evil aura of lewdness had permeated my body, and I had completely lost the will to control my body, driven by my eagerness to find the pleasure of the finger that had just penetrated my body, I obeyed his commands like a puppet, voluntarily lifting my own buttocks and using my hands to hold his erect male organ squarely in place as I thrust my cunt against it.
I couldn’t believe that I had degenerated from an innocent college girl just starting out in society to a lust-driven slut in less than two hours.
I slowly sat down, a strong stimulation from the friction of the penis clearly felt in my vagina, and the feelings of shame, guilt, betrayal, and humiliation in my head all dissipated as the penis went deeper and deeper into me, inch by inch.
The tangible pleasure in my body hit me full force as I sat fully on the dildo, and completely crushed my self-esteem.
I abandoned my natural reserve and began to actively fuck him in this lustful way, my body undulating more violently to create more pleasure from it.
They were deeply amused by my submission and kept on molesting and insulting me in various languages.
I leaned forward, thrusting my body at the best possible angle, my two breasts jiggling violently against my chest as they took turns grabbing and squeezing them.
I soon reached orgasm under continuous thrusting. Enjoying such intense pleasure in this type of lovemaking was something I had never experienced before, and I just couldn’t clench my teeth enough to avoid letting out a shamefully lewd moan.
The prick underneath me hadn’t responded much due to the fact that I had already ejaculated three times, and I was forced to continue to use my entire body to lasso this man’s prick in one upward and one downward motion. The other man then also lay down on the floor, allowing me to initiate intercourse with him. I obediently moved on top of him and thrust his prick towards my own cunt.
His soft cock couldn’t even get inside me, he called me an idiot and told me to add him hard first.
There was a void inside me after I left the first prick, and in order to get the second one inside me as quickly as possible, I unashamedly ambled down and took his flaccid cock in one mouthful, and then worked it quickly with my tongue and lips with a view to hardening it.
It was like sleepwalking, I didn’t know what I was doing, the changes in my body had taken control of my sanity and all I knew was to suck the prick in my mouth hard so it could penetrate my cunt.
My efforts soon paid off as the rod in my mouth swelled rapidly and what was soft and small like a magic trick soon became thick and hard. My mouth left his shaft and I straddled it with a bit of impatience, my wet pussy enveloping the spit-covered shaft at the base with a “plop”.
He held my breasts in both hands and controlled my body on his prick in one upward and one downward motion. At that moment the other wet prick came to my mouth and rubbed my lips and face at the corners of my mouth as I undulated my body in an up and down motion. With a complete loss of dignity I voluntarily opened my mouth wide and let his prick slant into my mouth.
With that I was servicing both men with my pussy and my mouth at the same time, and in no time at all I was in another round of continuous orgasms of my own.
While enjoying my services, they kept humiliating me with words about how slutty I was and how I was fit to be a whore.
I was no longer feeling any of their teasing, just mechanically rubbing and stimulating myself against them as my primal instincts drove me, until I was getting tired and no longer had the strength to bob my body up and down.
I collapsed onto my crotch, gasping for air. The man underneath me violently flipped me to the ground, lifted my legs, split my pussy open to the sea, and said loudly, “Look at that! Look at the red ratio that’s dripping with so much lust.”
I was struck deeply by the intensity of his insulting words and was mortified. Was I really a born slut, as they say?
Then his prick plunged in, this time he grabbed my legs and thrust against me, the upward angle was just enough for his cock to rub against my sensitive clitoris, and even more intense pleasure hit my whole body. I moaned loudly, no longer caring about the shame of being raped, and the waves of pleasure almost took my breath away.
At this point the other man straddled and sat under my breasts, shoved his cock between my breasts, squeezed them with his hands and began thrusting between them.
I was already completely surrounded by orgasm, not caring that my body was being held down by the heavy man, and gripping the sand with both hands to fight off this wave of excitement.
The man on my breasts grabbed both my hands and pressed them to either side of my breasts pressing down on his cock, then he ambled forward with both hands on the ground and began pumping my breasts. I obediently squeezed my breasts with both hands and let his prick rub between them. I was completely out of my mind and lustfully cooperated with their rape.
The chest of the man pumping my breasts was almost over my face, beads of sweat dripping from it dripped onto my face and into my mouth, and the man’s breath took my breath away.
The man pumping away at my pussy picked up the pace, gripping the necks of my feet tightly as he thrust hard, faster and deeper, soon having me pushed to another orgasm.
The man on my chest sat up violently on top of my breasts, grabbed me by my hair, pulled my mouth up to his shaft, and thrust it in as I moaned, almost to the bottom of my mouth at once, completely muffling my lewd sounds.
My head was rocked back and forth, and I took it upon myself to clench the prick thrust into my mouth, letting his aroused sex rub against my lips as he moved roughly.
Then there was a heavenly, violent thrusting, my body rocking violently like a lone sail in the wind and waves as they both ejaculated inside me at the same time, also pushing me to a supreme climax.
I could feel my pussy wrapping tightly around the thrusting cock, stretching and contracting as a burst of cum shot into my womb.
My head was thrown off the ground and a beam of man’s cum shot out of my chest onto my face.
Lustful to the core, I had temporarily forgotten everything around me, my trapped boyfriend, and the rising tide that was closing in on him.
The three of us slowly recovered from our orgasms, soothed by the sea breeze.
My head was once again pulled up over the shaft, my mouth slowly thrusting to enjoy the pleasure of the ejaculation, and I took the initiative to add and suck it clean with my tongue, as if it was an extremely natural move.
After the man sitting on my chest left my body, the other man who had ejaculated in my uterus pulled up my upper body and fed his shrunken cock into my mouth. I took it in again of my own accord, sucking it clean.
By this time I could see that the sea had spread over the upper part of my boyfriend’s body, completely covering the reef that was holding down his legs. I began to snap out of my confusion, slowly realizing how ridiculously shamelessly lewd and depraved I had just been. I had actually volunteered to have sex with two assholes in unimaginable ways and climaxed on them several times in a row.
Suddenly, I saw my boyfriend, eyes wide open, staring angrily at the three of us.
As soon as I saw the gaze shot from his icy eyes, my heart instantly fell from the orgasm I had just experienced to a bottomless abyss, my chest felt like it was clogged with a boulder and I couldn’t hold my breath.
When did he wake up? Did he see what I just did? God, how am I going to explain this to him?
The two hoodlums walked towards my boyfriend with loud, lewd laughter and kept humiliating me by saying that I was the best whore in the world that they had ever played with. I remembered that they had just loudly humiliated me, could it be that they had deliberately said it to my boyfriend? I didn’t dare to think about it.
They yelled at me to go help pull my boyfriend out. I immediately ran over to him, despite the spots of lewdness still hanging on my naked body.
The sea had begun to become piercingly cold, and I was more awake from the cold water.
The two of them grabbed my boyfriend’s right and left shoulders and told me to push the boulder out of the water, and I couldn’t understand why they didn’t push it instead of making me do it.
Much to my surprise, the buoyancy of the water had reduced the weight of the rock considerably, and it was surprisingly easy for one of me to push it out of the way as the two of them yanked my boyfriend by the shoulders, pulling him out and dragging him onto the beach.
I stood bewildered in the water and watched them laugh out loud, did I not have to go through such painful abuse to save my boyfriend at all?
I can’t believe this, I can’t believe that all my sacrifices were completely avoidable.
My boyfriend’s body was trembling on the beach, I ran over to him and tried to hug him but he threw me away and I fell to the ground. It was like I had fallen into a huge ice cave and the cool air traveled through my feet through my body right to my heart.
It was all over, and even though I had endured so much humiliation all for the sake of saving him, I must be lower than a whore in my lover’s mind, and he would never forgive me again.
I stayed on the beach, wanting to cry.
At this time from far to near came a burst of motor roar, the distant beach drove three patrol police motorcycle, wearing uniform public security rushed over.
The thought that the two thugs who had abused me were about to be punished by the law flooded my heart with a hint of pleasure. The tears of humiliation could no longer be stopped, and a string of them dripped down onto the beach ……