I drive down the road, the warm air rushing passed helping cool me down as the air con struggles in the heat, but that's why I'm here on holiday, the warmth and sun a nice break from the gloomy British weather. Part of me wishes I could stay here, enjoy the weather more but I need to get home for work, to pay bills. 

I suddenly see blue flashing lights and hear a siren, I look around seeing no other cars. Do they want me to pull over? Why? I sigh and park my rental car up to the side of the road, I'm sure this is just some misunderstanding. I watch as the two male officers step out of their car and calmly walk towards me. As they approach I quickly flick through a basic words guide and stumble out badly spoken words. 

"It ok I speak English." I relax slightly, that should make things easier.

"Have I done anything wrong officer?" 

"No this is just a routine random check, we have had smugglers recently. Do you have any ID?" I quickly hand him my passport from the empty glove box and he looks at the picture and then at me, then has his partner look at it while saying something to him. I hope they don't mistake me for some smuggler, my heart starts to race as the other cop nods agreeing to something. 

"Can you step out of the car sir. No need to worry, we just need to do a quick check of the vehicle and then you can return to enjoying your holiday." Wanting to prove that I'm not a criminal and get back to my holiday I nod and open the car door and climb out, the warm air outside of the cooled car hitting me as I step out. I stand sweating in the sun as the two officers search my empty rental car. I watch as one of the cops pulls a clear bag out of the glove box, one full of drugs. I freeze, they aren't mine, there was nothing in there. Did they plant them? Why? What do I do? Before I can react I feel my hands roughly pulled behind my back, handcuffs tightly snapping around my wrists and I'm painfully pinned against the burning hot metal of my car. 

"Where did you get these from?  " I stare at the bag of drugs confused.

"Those aren't mine, I have never seen them before.” I'm suddenly turned and dragged to the police car.

"You were found in possession of drugs and if you won't answer our questions we will have to take you to the station." I struggle as I'm forced into the police car, my protests of innocence going ignored as the door slams shut and I'm driven away. 

I stand shocked in the courtroom, the trial was quick, barely any time to defend myself, my case considered obvious, my claims of being set up ignored and dismissed as the poor excuses of a foreign criminal, an outsider who just wants to break the law and refuses to give any information. I don't struggle, to shocked and overwhelmed by my situation as I'm led shackled out of the building to a waiting van and transported to prison. The van was boiling, the drivers had air con but the back is a hot metal box, by the time we get to the prison, one far from the city, my prison clothes are soaked. 

I look around the grimy and dirty prison, the floors and barred cells looking like they haven't been cleaned in years. The prisoners inside the cells look at me hungrily, as if they're eyeing prey. Reaching an empty cell my shackles are removed and I'm shoved hard into the room, the unpleasant heat and smell hitting my senses, as the bars are slammed shut, the heavy bolt echoing as it locks. I hear the guards say something in their language that I couldn't understand, only knowing a few words and phases, even those I struggle with. 

I stare around in shock and disgust at my new home, the old rusting bed, has a stained mattress on it and a dirty pale yellow pillow and thin blanket, the toilet looks gross and stained, the smell thick in the heat as flies swarm around, the grimy sink was the cleanest thing, with a mirror that barely shows anything behind the layers of filth. How did this happen? I haven't even been allowed to contact anyone, no one knows that I'm even here or what has happened to me. Hopefully someone will raise an alarm and I'll be found by my government soon. I sit on the uncomfortable mattress, it's springs digging into me as I try to fully understand everything that has happened, sweat dripping down my face and flies buzzing around the small, dark and boiling cell. 

I look up as a loud banging echoes around the room. Several guards stand outside my cell. 

"Inspection!" At that the cell door clangs as it unlocks and the guards calmly step in and lock the door behind them, sealing me in with them. 

"Strip.” What? Fear fills me as one of the guards pulls out a taser and jabs it into my stomach, holding my belly I try to recover. My arms are suddenly pulled back and several punches land on my stomach. 

"Strip." I cough and stumble as I'm let go off, my hands shaking I begin to remove my already dirty and sweat soaked clothes, the air slightly cooler without them, but not much. I stand nervously, my hands covering my crotch as the officers look at me hungrily. My arms are roughly pulled back again, showing everyone my exposed body, causing a wave of humiliation to flow over me. I flinch as several hands run over me, each one feeling rough and not gentle. I'm suddenly pushed down and forced to my knees. 

"That's right tourist, show proper respect." The guards laugh and make jokes in their language, as one of them unzips their trousers and pulls out their cock and starts moving towards me. Fear fills me and I keep my mouth shut, hoping for this to stop. I feel a sudden sting on my cheek as I'm slapped hard and understanding I open my mouth, immediately tasting their sweaty cock as it pushes down my throat causing me to choke and gag, as hands hold my head in place while my throat is fucked, my struggles as I try to breath are held firmly, until my mouth fills with warm cum. 

"Swallow." Frightened of being punished again I swallow down his cum and gasp for air

as I try to catch my breath I’m pulled up to my feet, I gasp as without warning one of their cocks slams into my ass, my arms still pulled back are used to thrust deeper inside me, to my shame my own cock begins to grow hard from the deep, rough and hard fucking, the laughter from the other guards only making me harder from humiliation. I man as I feel my ass filling with cum, my own cock now hard and on full display as they pull out, I’m dropped to my knees and  their ass stained cock is pushed against my lips, i open and taste his cum and my ass as I’m forced to clean the cock that just used me. 

I’m dragged to the bed and i climb onto it, a guard climbing on behind me and roughly grabbing my hips and thrusting in hard, my cries quickly muffled by another cock entering my mouth. I moan and gag as I’m roughly spitroasted, my hand is pulled up and wrapped around another cock, which I begin to stroke and pleasure, quickly feeling warm cum spraying over my face and body, left to dry into my skin in the heat, quickly followed by my ass being filled once again, the humiliation and stimulation driving me over the edge and i shoot cum onto my mattress, adding another stain to it and raise my ass invitingly as another guard climbs behind me and enters me as I begin to stroke another cock. 

I lay exhausted, sweaty, covered in cum, as more cum leaks out of my well used ass, my bed soaked with sweat and cum, my eyes struggling to stay open as the guards leave and say something to me that I don't understand, before laughing and locking my cell door. 

Epilogue: 

I moan as I stand, cuffed spreadeagle to the bars of my cell, the cool metal nice against my sweaty and dirty back, my gapping ass waiting, my cock hard in anticipation. Today is the day the prisoners get to use me, I’ll be cuffed here until they've drained themselves, which takes a long time, each having a month worth or more of built up need, frustration and desires, especially after hearing the guards using me, my moans echoing down the corridor.

I've gotten used to my life here, locked away in my sweaty, stinky, dirty cell. It's been several years, no one ever seemed to find me here, no one rescued me. The guards visit me daily, I enjoy those visits, my only entertainment in my cell, one I never leave, the rest of my time is spent alone in the dark and heat, resting while flies buzz around me, breathing in the filthy air. I've even picked up a few words but still not enough to hold a conversation, not that anyone here tries to have one with me, only understanding one word instructions from the guards, which I obediently follow like a well trained dog, not wanting to be punished, shocked with a taser, beaten or left without food, even if it is horrid gruel and stale bread most of the time. 

I let out a moan and push out my ass as I feel hungry hands roughly grope my body, time to satisfy the first prisoner of the day.