Pirates of The Keys

I'm stark naked and shoe less. My hands are bound behind me. I get up on the beach, turn right as ordered and begin to walk. I don’t need to stumble and fall with my hands bound behind me. As weak as I now am after my rapes, I may not be able to get up again.
The act of walking in sand with my hands bound behind me is difficult and I finally see a couple of palm trees ahead, where I might rest.
I discover that there's a man sleeping under the palms. He's a nasty, smelly old drunk and I think I'll just keep going. Unfortunately, he hears me shuffling along in the sand. He wakes up and turns to look at me.
In panic I tell him, “I'm a police officer. They're searching for me. You must report that you have found me. There's a reward.”
The fat, smelly, old drunk then lays me down and mounts me. He's bigger than I first thought and he begins to excite me a little. In my rather confused mental state, I don’t even try to resist. His fat, smelly body is disgusting but he lasts long enough that I begin to respond, despite myself. I let out a moan, against my will, and it spurs him to more and harder thrusts. The renewed activity brings me, dominated as I've been, to complete arousal. Even a fat, smelly old drunk is going to bring me to climax. I suddenly try to fight the feeling, but it’s too late. I climax and I let out a scream that I try to stifle. My climax drags the fat old bastard along with me.
The fat old fart doesn’t roll off me. He collapses on top of me. I not only can’t move, I can barely breathe.
I plead with the man for a while. I tell him, “I...may...suffocate.” Finally he kind of falls off me.
He lies there beside me for a while and begins to tell me, “You know, it’s been some time since I've had a girl. However, since you like sex with me so well, you're gonna get me ready again and I'll just try again.”
To my horror, he gets up and crouches over me. He forces me to use my mouth.
I'm scared as I can be. If I vomit in the position I'm in, I'll suffocate and die. There's nothing I can do but do what the old drunk wants.
The forced oral job goes on for a time that seems like hours. Even when I really try, under his threats, I can’t get him hard again.
He finally tires of the torture and staggers up.
He starts to leave me and I plead with him, “I could die if you just leave me lying on the sand, bound and exhausted as I am.”
He tells me, “I don’t give a damn.”
I tell him, “It'll be murder if I die, do you want a murder charge?” I then wait for an old, fat, smelly drunk to make a decision as to whether I live or die.
He finally comes back and kind of tips me back onto my feet. Although he can’t mount me again, he thoroughly fondles me. I'm so far gone by this time; I can’t even prevent myself from becoming aroused. However, I'm already wet, so he can’t really know my state.
Finally he tires of the game and lets me go to walk naked and bound down the beach.
I beg him to untie me, but he just laughs and slowly staggers away down the beach.
I then continue to walk slowly and carefully along the sand, as I dare not fall. I would have tried to walk inland from the beach, hoping for a motorist to spot me. However, there's a sort of wall of vegetation at the high end of the sand. I dare not try to walk through anything that might trip me.
With no other option, I continue to walk down the beach through a nightmare I myself had a hand in creating.