Hostage

I've been in this concrete room for a month. I think. The days blurred together, maybe it's only been a couple weeks. I had traveled to Somalia to see more of the world; visit the vibrant villages and beautiful beaches. The occurrences of pirate kidnapping has drastically reduced in the last few years, and I wasn't all that concerned about it when I came here. I might be a girl, but I'm not a journalist, or a politician, just an average person looking for some adventure. I got more than I bargained for.

They treated me well enough. It's against pirate rules to harm a hostage unless there's a physical threat from them or attempted escape. I think they're used to hostages who beg, cry, and fight tooth and nail. What they didn't realize was that they had grabbed an already broken person. Whenever they gave me a command, I obeyed instantly without thinking about it first. When they were rough with me, I partly leaned into the contact, hating how much I loved the touch. The bruises from their rough grabs sent guilt and thrills through me, and I found myself fantasizing every single night about them taking advantage of me.

I can see the desire in their eyes when they look at me in my tank top and loose shorts. They can't hurt me, so they won't do anything, but I lay awake at night wondering how far I can push their resolve until they snap and rape me.

There's eight guards total in this camp, and only one hostage. They must be bored out of their minds. Since being here, I've made friends with the main guard who watches me at night. There's a language barrier, of course, but we've picked up on common words to communicate.

I finally couldn't help myself tonight. While everyone else slept I whispered out to my guard that I needed help. He stirred, and came inside. "Problem?" he said, equally quietly. I motioned for him to come closer and lifted my blanket, showing that I was already naked.

He stiffened, pausing halfway in his step towards me and stared, gripping onto his rifle like it was the only thing stopping him from lunging at me. "I need your help." I said again, and spread my legs apart for him to get a better view of my pussy.

He looked me in the eyes and made a decision. He set down his gun and slowly undressed. I was so hot with desire, I started rubbing my already wet pussy and let out quiet moans. He undressed quicker and finally climbed on top of me on my bed. "Secret" I whispered into his ear, and he nodded back. "Secret."

I scratched his back as he plunged his already hard cock in my pussy with one thrust, not wasting any time with foreplay. I pulled him closer to me, my nails in his skin, and he wrapped my hair around one fist and held my head down to the thin pillow I had. His hips moved sharply, and the sweet pleasure mixed with the intense shame; it was so incredibly wrong. I was letting one of my captors fuck me!

This realization, that it wasn't fantasy anymore, unlocked something within me and I jerked my own hips up into him like I would die if I didn't. He fucked me harder, thrusting and grinding into me. I could no longer keep quiet, and he slapped me before putting his hand over my mouth. I loved every bit of it. His command over me pushed me over the edge and a shocking orgasm tore through me, urged on by the complete wrongness of it all. I squeezed around his cock, and pumped his balls until his cum was oozing out of me, and he pulled out. "Secret." I said again.

He left shortly after and resumed his post in front of my door for the rest of the night. The next few nights continued the exact same way, always in different positions, but my shame and guilt never lessened.

Just a few nights later, I woke up to the sound of quiet talking outside my door. That was new, everyone is usually asleep at night, just the guard is awake. I didn't stir, but I still couldn't hear what was being said, but it sounded like it was at least a few people.

After only a few minutes, I watched wide-eyed as all eight of my kidnappers shuffled quietly through the room. I backed into the wall my bed was pushed against, but it was much more than fear that was making my heart beat faster; I was so fucking excited.

They lit two lamps to light up the room more, and I saw all of their eager faces looking at my naked body. My personal guard stepped out of the group and grabbed me out of the bed. I didn't protest. He grabbed my hair and forced me to my knees, his cock already out, and thrust it in my mouth. I quickly moved my head back and forth, but there was no need. He grabbed my head firmly and fucked his cock into my throat over and over. I didn't notice that two other guards had come up until they each had one of my hands were directing me to jerk them off. I quickly obliged.

I moved my hands quickly while my mouth was abused, and my brain got fuzzy. Finally my guard came down my throat and held his cock deep in my throat, cutting off air. Slowly he pulled out and another guard came over to push my face into the dirty ground, my ass hanging int the air like a beacon. I had to stop jerking off the other guards, but I soon felt a hard cock plop against my pussy, my wetness dripping down my thighs.

He rubbed his cock up and down my slit and finally pushed into me, tearing a wonderful scream from my sore throat. His hands gripped my hips painfully and he slapped into my ass over and over, fucking me hard into the floor. I looked around to find seven other men around me, naked and jerking themselves off to the sight of me. I came so fucking hard my nails dug into the bare dirt on the floor.

He came too, and was quickly replaced by another cock. This one didn't stay in my pussy long, he soon pulled out and began to push it into my ass, spitting on it as he went. It hurt, but I was loving it too much to care. He went much slower and gentler, not really able to pound my tight hole, but I still knew I would be sore for days after tonight. I was pulled up onto my hands and a cock was shoved in my mouth while the one in my ass began to fuck me harder, already close to his limit.

Surprisingly, his hand went to my clit and rubbed hard, sending shards of pleasure through me until I came on his cock in my ass.

When he pulled out another man squirmed underneath me and put his cock in my pussy, while still another found their way into my now lubed up asshole. My screams came out in muffled tones around the cock in my mouth as I was completely filled up with cock. I felt the one in my mouth spasm and shoot his cum straight down my throat. He slapped me as he pulled out, and was quickly replaced by another. The night continued like this, each cock was quickly replaced after cumming, and I came way too many times to keep track of.

The shame and guilt left my mind without me noticing. I no longer cared about anything except for the intense pleasure constantly coursing through my body with no end in sight. They continued until past the sunrise, three cocks still stuffed inside of my holes. I came as a hostage, stripped of most of my rights and just about all of my autonomy. Now I was nothing more than a set of holes to be filled. The sun was past the horizon when my mind snapped. I no longer cared about being rescued, in fact I didn't want to. I never wanted this pleasure to stop.

It didn't. Word had gotten out that I was free use, and from then on I was passed to each hostage camp and used as an interim payment to the guards while they waited for months to get the ransoms from each hostage. They always saw me being ravaged by all of the guards, pity and fear in their eyes. They never suspected that I wanted this. I happily accepted every donation of cum into my holes. I was nothing more than the pirates' cumdump.