Sinful Deceit (16 page)

I woke on to
the glow of the evening sun setting over the olive groves. The
crickets chirped, the water in the pool glistened. I had no idea
how long I'd slept, how long I'd lain naked in the chair. Wandering
into the lounge, pondering on my plan, I was about to help myself
to a drink when I heard voices coming from the basement. Low
murmurs reverberating, whispers drifting in the warm air. Creeping
down the stone steps and standing by the partially open door, I
listened to Reece talking to Donna. The girl began whimpering when
he mentioned a thrashing. I felt a little sorry for her but... But,
what? I don't know. I wanted to spank the beautiful spheres of her
bottom. Would I be permitted to lick the wet folds nestling between
her thighs?

"I'm warning
you," Reece said. His voice was dark, stormy. "If you aren't
telling me the truth and someone comes here looking for you, then
you'll be... Well, I've already told you what happened to the other
girls when we'd finished with them. I don't think I need add to
that."

Other girls? Recalling his words, I cringed.
I want her in one piece for the video session.
After that you can do what you want for all I
care
. He wasn't making idle threats, I was
sure. How many other girls had there been? He might have lured
girls from all over the world to his villa of iniquity. After he'd
used them, made his dirty money from dirty videos... Although I
felt reasonably safe now that I was gaining his trust, I wondered
what would become of Donna.

"Kirsty's
coming along nicely," Reece continued. "She seems to be settling in
well. I just hope that you'll take a leaf out of her book and do
the same."

"Never!" Donna
spat. She had to learn how to behave. "You can go to hell!"

"In that case,
you'll have a damned good whipping. You'll be whipped during the
video so I might as well warm you up with a few lashes before we
start."

The door
closing, the lock sounding, there was nothing I could do to save
her from her terrible fate. Creeping up the steps as the crack of
the whip resounded throughout the basement, I heard the girl
screaming. Again and again the crack of the whip echoed through my
racked mind, the girl's bloodcurdling screams and futile pleas for
mercy stabbing my conscience. She shouldn't have answered him back.
She should learn to be obedient. Was I becoming like Reece? Did I
really want to whip her?

On the patio,
I looked up at a cotton wool cloud drifting aimlessly across the
blue sky. I could still hear the crack of the whip, the girl's
agonising screams. Now captured, she'd never be free. I might have
been gaining Reece's confidence, but I was far from free. Perhaps
Maria had started out like me, and then eventually joined forces
with him. I couldn't see Donna doing that. Not even to save
herself. I'd have to speak to her, make her see sense. Sense? I'd
not protested when the men fucked me. Was that sensible?

The chirping
of crickets filling my ears as the whipping ceased, I pondered on
returning to the den to find out what was happening. But instinct
told me to keep away. Wondering whether Maria was down there, I
tugged on the leather belt around my waist. The metal clips hanging
between my thighs, at least I was allowed some dignity. Perhaps
Maria had been forced to wear the belt until Reece was sure that
she was his true ally. Again pondering on the other girls, I
wondered what had become of them. He wouldn't have allowed them
freedom, so what... A gruesome thought hitting me, I looked at the
grounds. What had Reece buried out there among the olive trees?
Surely, he wouldn't have...

"Hi," Reece
smiled as he emerged from the lounge. "I've had to give the mouthy
little tart a good thrashing."

"Oh?" I
smiled.

"For her
insolence. Listen, I've had an idea. You seem to be... How can I
put it? You're eager to be cruel to our guest, aren't you?"

"More than
eager," I grinned. "I'm rearing to go."

"I'm about to
take her into the... You've not been to the studio, have you?"

"Is that where
you make the porn videos?"

"Yes. And a
hell of a lot of money. Come with me and I'll show you."

He was talking
to me like a colleague, and I felt that he was beginning to trust
me. I'd lost all hope in David and Sharon. As far as I knew, they
were probably sitting in the pub together moaning about my having a
good time. Perhaps David now thought of Sharon while he was
wanking. Perhaps he was wanking himself off up her pussy, fucking
and sperming her. Did I trust Sharon? I didn't care what David was
doing, as long as it didn't involve Sharon. But my immediate
concern was Reece, what he thought of me and what plans he had for
me.

The studio was
through the second door in the basement. A large room with a double
bed surrounded by expensive camera equipment. There were chains
hanging from the walls and shelves lined with gruesome-looking
instruments. Vibrators, shaving equipment, massive dildos,
speculums, handcuffs...

"What do you
think?" Reece asked, switching the floodlights on.

"Very nice," I
smiled. "How many videos have you made down here?"

"Dozens. No,
hundreds."

"It's a shame
that my friend Sharon didn't make it. She's a right one in front of
the camera."

"I'll bet
you're pretty good, too," he chuckled. "But today's filming will
concentrate on our new victim. I think we'll start with her
masturbating on the bed."

"And end
with?"

"The endings
are all pretty much the same. After she's been fucked by several
men, whipped and beaten, she'll... I always save that for the last
tape. I usually get a dozen or so tapes out of each girl before...
before the grand finale. Have a look around while I go and get the
girl."

Before the
grand finale? Finale, the end, the finish, termination, the final
curtain... Shuddering at the thought, I knew that I didn't have a
great deal of time to rescue Donna. A dozen or so tapes? That might
take several days, maybe a week. Reckoning that I had at least
three days to flee the island with Donna, I knew that I was going
to have to work on Reece non-stop. Feeling hungry, I decided to
offer to suck him to orgasm and swallow his sperm in return for a
meal. He'd be more than happy, and I'd get to eat.

"Here she is,"
he laughed, dragging her naked body into the studio. As he turned
her round and pushed her onto the bed, I gazed in horror at the
broad red weals adorning her naked buttocks. The whip had caught
the backs of her legs, her thighs glowing a fire-red. As she lay on
her stomach with her hands cuffed beneath her naked body, Reece
rolled her over and cuffed her ankles to the bedstead. Her feet
wide apart, her thighs spread, she gazed up in horror as he pulled
a chain down from the ceiling.

"This is an
ingenious device," he said, taking a leather sling from a drawer
and attaching one end to the chain. Running the sling beneath her
waist, he fixed the other end to the chain and moved to the far
wall. I looked up at the chain moving over a system of pulleys as
he cranked a handle. The girl's naked body beginning to rise, she
cried out. Her terror-stricken wide eyes caught mine. She struggled
to free herself, but there was no escape as her buttocks cleared
the bed. Her tear-flooded eyes sought sympathy, help. Averting my
gaze, I focused on the gaping crack of her vagina. The inner folds
of her slit were glistening in the light, her juices of desire
flowing from her sheath. Her naked body arched, she was completely
defenceless to the whims of the monster.

"Grab that
candle," Reece said, pointing to a shelf. The candle was huge, its
foot-long shaft at least three inches in diameter. There was no way
her tight pussy would accommodate the wax phallus, I knew as Reece
instructed me to force it up her cunt. Cunt. I again pondered on
the crude word as I took the candle from the shelf. I was beginning
to like it. Cunt. Wet cunt, tight cunt, fucked cunt.

"Go on, then,"
Reece said irritably as he pulled her arms behind her head and
cuffed her wrists to the bedstead. Settling on the bed, I gazed at
the cone of pink flesh surrounding Donna's vaginal entrance. Her
copious sex juices would assist penetration, but could she take the
massive shaft? I gently pushed the end of the wax dildo between her
inner lips. Struggling, she whimpered helplessly as the phallus
opened her, forcing her taut vagina lips wide apart.

"Keep going,"
Reece chuckled as the candle slipped deeper into the tight sheath
of her cunt. "Ram it fully home and then force another one up her
arse." Her inner lips clinging to the wax shaft, dragged into her
cunt, I knew it would be impossible to squeeze another candle into
her. But I had to appear to be Reece's ally; not only go along with
him but show eagerness to torment Donna. I looked up at Reece.

"Why don't you
leave me alone with her for a while?" I smiled.

"What for?" he
asked, fiddling with a video camera set on a tripod.

"I want to
warm her up before you start filming."

"OK," he said.
"I've got to go and get some new tapes so I'll leave you to
it."

As he left the
room, I moved to Donna's side and brushed her perspiration-matted
blonde hair away from her flushed face. Tears filling her blue
eyes, she offered me a smile as I leaned over and kissed her
succulent lips. Slipping my tongue into the wet heat of her pretty
mouth, my clitoris swelling, I wanted to lick her passion spot to
orgasm. But not in the studio. When we were far away, free of
Reece, I'd make love to her. When we were far away? Was this my
chance to release her? Perhaps we could overpower Reece. Take his
boat and get to another island and contact the police.

"Are you all
right?" I asked stupidly. Of course she wasn't all right.

"Help me," she
murmured, her pretty face grimacing as she squeezed her muscles and
tried to eject the phallus.

"I will," I
replied. "I have to go along with Reece to gain his confidence.
Once he trusts me implicitly, I'll be allowed more freedom. I'll
get us off this island, believe me."

"When? What am
I going to have to endure before...?"

"Don't think
about it, Donna. I'll be as gentle as I can, but you must do your
bit."

"What do you
mean?"

"Scream and
make out that I'm really hurting you. Keep pleading and squirming
so that he believes..."

"All right,"
she sighed, obviously resigned to her terrible fate.

"Trust me,
Donna," I said, stroking her full red lips. "If we work together,
we'll be out of here sooner than you think."

"You wouldn't
want to stay here with Reece, would you?"

"No, of course
not."

"If you were
happy here, enjoying good food and the sun... I mean, you seem to
get on with Reece."

"I don't get
on with him at all, Donna. It's all an act. I hate the
bastard."

"If you
escape, you'll go straight to the police?"

"Yes, and have
him imprisoned. I'll see to it that he's put behind bars
and..."

"I think he's
coming."

Standing by
the bed as I heard footsteps approaching, I winked at Donna. I was
sure that she felt a little easier now. Her renewed strength might
help her to endure what lay ahead. It was the night I was dreading.
The guests would soon arrive and use the poor girl's naked body to
satisfy their base desires. They'd fill her every orifice with
sperm, repeatedly fuck her until she was on the verge of passing
out. All I could do was stay with her and reassure her as best I
could.

"How's it
going?" Reece asked, his penis pointing to the ceiling as he walked
across the room.

"Very well," I
smiled. "I don't think she'll give us too much trouble now."

"What have you
done to her?"

"Enough to
teach her obedience."

"Let's see
just how well the little slut's learned her lesson," he grinned,
grabbing another candle from the shelf and perching his naked
buttocks on the end of the bed.

Parting the
girl's taut bum cheeks, he pressed the pointed end of the candle
against the brown tissue surrounding the portal to her anal canal.
I could only stand and watch as he pushed the wax shaft into the
tight sheath of her arse, forcing her anal ring to open to the
extreme. She cried out, her chained body trembling as the candle
drove deeper into the dank heat of her bowels. Amazed she could
accommodate two huge candles, I wondered what other acts Reece had
in store for the whimpering girl.

"That's it,"
he grinned, pushing both candles fully home. "And now for her
mouth."

"What do you
mean?" I asked.

"I'm going to
fuck her mouth. The guests will be here soon. I always like to have
my fun before they arrive."

Crawling over
Donna's body, he placed his knees either side of her head. His
balls swinging above her mouth, his purple knob brushing her
forehead, he swivelled his hips. His swollen glans pressing against
her pursed lips, he ordered her to suck him. Complying, she parted
her red lips and took his purple plum into her wet mouth. Watching
his veined shaft sinking into her pretty mouth as he drove his
bulbous glans to the back of her throat, I recalled her saying that
she was a virgin. She'd never have had her mouth fucked before.
She'd never have sucked a man to orgasm and swallowed his jetting
sperm. But life was for learning and experiencing, wasn't it?

Coughing and
spluttering as Reece repeatedly withdrew his solid cock and rammed
his knob to the back of her throat, she finally calmed herself and
breathed deeply through her nose. His swinging balls battering her
chin, his rock-hard shaft glistening with her saliva as he fucked
her pretty mouth, I watched in anticipation. His sperm would soon
gush from his knob-slit, bath her tongue and fill her cheeks. She'd
then have to endure the guests fucking her mouth, shooting their
sperm to the back of her throat.