Sinful Deceit (20 page)

"Are you all
right?" I asked.

"Not really,"
she sighed, pulling on the rope. "The other end is fixed to the
wall of the villa," she said dolefully. "I've been let out for some
fresh air."

"Do you think
you could pull these stakes out?" I asked. "Once I'm free I might
be able to cut the rope with a stone and..."

"I can't reach
you," she replied, tugging on the rope. "It's not long enough."

"We have to
get out of here, Donna."

"How? You're
staked to the ground, I'm tied by a rope. There's no way."

"Are you just
going to accept what they're doing to us?"

"No, but...
Kirsty, there's something I didn't tell you."

"What?"

Lowering her
head, she hesitated. "Kirsty, we have to leave this place
before..."

"Before what?"
I asked, praying the men wouldn't return for a while.

"Before they
strip us of all dignity."

"They've
already done that," I returned.

"They have
worse planned. Especially for you, Kirsty."

"What the fuck
are you doing here?" Reece asked as he emerged from the bushes.
"Get back to the house, you whore," he hissed, pushing Donna with
his foot.

"There's no
need to behave like a pig," I said. "I know you're a bastard,
but..."

"Are you
talking to me?" Reece asked.

"There's no
other bastard here," I quipped as the girl clambered to her feet
and scurried off.

"That's
another severe whipping you've just earned yourself. No doubt
you'll be interested to know that we've had a visitor."

"Who?" I asked
expectantly.

"A chap by the
name of David. It seems he's looking for you."

"I knew he'd
come!" I beamed.

"Maria's going
to take him to the villa when Alan and Ian have hidden the stocks
and locked that little tart in the den. I don't want David seeing
the naked whore running around."

"He'll know
I'm here," I said. "He'll sense that..."

"Of course he
won't, you silly cow."

"I'll
scream."

"No you won't,
believe me. Right, I'd better go and prepare to entertain my guest.
Maria's chatting to him down by the jetty. You'll have to stay
here, of course."

As he walked
away, I was sure that David would sense that I was on the island.
If he noticed something suspicious, he'd probably return with the
police. He might notice a pair of handcuffs or... No, Reece would
make sure that the villa was clear of all traces of sexual
debauchery. I daren't scream or cry out. All I could do was wait,
hope and pray. Would the spider return and crawl into the wet
sheath of my cunt?

When Reece
came back, I lifted my head and frowned. He was dressed in white
trousers and a clean shirt, his hair immaculate and his face
beaming. He was up to something, I knew as he tugged on the metal
stakes. Finally pulling them out of the ground and helping me to my
feet, he dragged me out of the bushes and marched me towards the
villa.

"David's been
missing you," he said as we stopped by a clump of bushes. "He was
saying that your mother has been very worried as you've not been in
touch with her. Oh, and he reckons Sharon has taken up with some
girl she met in a pub."

"Why are you
telling me all this?" I asked. Would Sharon really go with another
girl?

"I thought you
might like to know what's been happening while you've been away.
David has searched around a dozen islands so far. He'll be on his
way when he's had a bite to eat." Yanking my arm, he dragged me
across the grass. "Come on, I haven't got all night," he
complained.

"Where are you
taking me?"

"I have a
plan, Kirsty," he chuckled. "We're going to test David's fidelity.
I thought we might offer him a tart's cunt and see whether or not
he takes it."

Saying nothing
as he marched me past the pool and into the lounge, I wondered
whether David would fall pray to his base desires. Perhaps Donna
would have to offer herself to him. Or Maria? Test David's
fidelity? Would he fuck another girl? I'd love Sharon, but that was
different. Whatever happened, I didn't care. All I wanted was for
David to suspect something and return with the police.

"Get her
ready," Reece ordered two men as he threw my naked body to the
floor as if I was a rag doll. As I was blindfolded and gagged, I
wondered what was going on. My naked body forced over the back of
the sofa with my rounded buttocks projected, I guessed what Reece
had planned. A huge blanket thrown over my head, I knew that my
naked body was going to be offered to David. My feet wide apart,
tied to each end of the sofa, I knew that David was nothing like
Reece. He'd never lower himself to fuck an unknown tart. Would
he?

"This will be
filmed," Reece said. "Caught on film with his cock up your arse and
Maria's naked body all over him, I don't think David will want
anyone to know about his visit to my island." Maria's giggles
resounded around the house. "Ah, here they come," Reece chuckled,
clapping his hands. "Let's discover just how faithful your
boyfriend is. Maria will have told him about a filthy little slut
who likes it up her arse. You being the filthy little slut, of
course. Hopefully, he'll not hesitate when he sees your arsehole
exposed."

"I've told
David about my sister," Maria trilled. "Ah, I see she's ready for
him. Well, David, does the sight arouse you?"

"Mmm, very
much," came the soft reply. With the blanket over my head, I
couldn't be sure that the muffled voice was David's.

"I hope you
find your girlfriend," Maria said. "In the meantime, you can enjoy
yourself with my sister. She's dying for it, believe me. She's a
right little slut, into anything and everything. Go ahead, give her
one up her arse."

I heard the
unbuckling of a belt, the unzipping of trousers. Was it really
David? My buttocks crudely yanked apart, a tongue delved into my
anal gully. Warm, wet, the tongue teased the sensitive tissue of my
sperm-oozing anal eye. Licking the full length of my buttock
crease, his hot breath on my private flesh, I waited in
anticipation for the inevitable anal penetration.

I couldn't
believe that David would come all this way to look for me and then
fuck some unknown tart's arse. There again, I didn't really know
him. Perhaps he'd always screwed around. All the time he'd been
going out with me, he might have been shagging every slut he could
get hold of. Had he screwed Sharon's arse? No, Sharon wasn't a
slut. Was she? Whoever the man was crudely attending the sensitive
inlet to my rectum, I was sure that it wasn't David.

"Shove it
right up her tight arse," Maria giggled. "You were saying how
prudish your girlfriend was, so now you've the opportunity to
experience real hardcore sex with a horny little slut."

His bulbous
knob pressing hard against my anus, I jolted as his swollen plum
slipped past the tight portal to my bowels. If it was David, then
surely he'd know who I was. If only he... If only. For all I knew,
this was one of Reece's tricks. David wouldn't screw a slut's arse.
Who was I trying to convince? No doubt any man would slip his cock
up a slut's arse given the opportunity. Was I a slut? His shaft
penetrating the deep shaft to my bowels, I felt like a common
slut.

"Better than
your girlfriend, I'll bet," Reece said mockingly.

"Definitely,"
the man gasped, driving his swollen glans deeper into my inflamed
anal channel. It could have been David's voice. I wasn't sure.

"David was
saying that his girlfriend had mentioned Shirley Valentine when
he'd tried to talk her out of going abroad," Maria said.
"Apparently her mother had been all for it. She should have
listened to David."

"She should
have," Reece said. "Are you going to join in or talk about his
girlfriend all night?"

As I felt
Maria's warm hands parting the firm globes of my weal-lined
buttocks, tears filled my eyes. No one could have known that I'd
mentioned Shirley Valentine to David. Even Sharon hadn't been
present at the time. I couldn't believe that he'd do a thing like
this. Forcing his erect penis into a girl's bottom-hole? Buggering
a girl that, as far as he was concerned, he'd never set eyes on
before. The penis fucking my bottom was the penis that had taken my
virginity by the river, the penis of the man I'd once loved. How
many other girls had he fucked while I'd been going out with him?
How many arseholes had he forced his cock into and spunked? But
that wasn't my concern. All I wanted to do was get off the island
of crude sex and return to England.

"Coming,"
David grunted as his cock swelled within the tightening tube of my
bottom. I felt his sperm gushing, lubricating the illicit union as
Maria's fingers groped between my legs and finally slipped into the
gaping hole of my wet cunt. I moaned through my nose as loud as I
could in the hope that David would think something was wrong. He
obviously thought that I was coming as he slapped my tensed
buttocks and fucked my arse in his crudity.

His swinging
balls battering my taut vaginal lips as Maria finger fucked my
spasming cunt, I knew that David was no different to Reece. Perhaps
all men were the same, I reflected. I should have been different
when I'd been at home. I should have played the field, used men as
they used women. I should have been a whore. One thing was certain,
I was a whore now. When I got home, if I got home, I'd make sure
that David caught me fucking another man. What would he think if he
were to walk into my bedroom and discover another man's huge cock
fucking the tight sheath of my arse? He'd pay for his vulgarity, no
matter how long it took.

"I'll suck the
rest of the spunk out of your cock," Maria said as David withdrew
his deflating penis from my sperm-drenched anal canal. I listened
to the slurping sounds, the long low moans from David as the tart
sucked his purple knob. Perhaps I shouldn't have punished him. Had
I allowed him to come in my mouth, perhaps he'd... Perhaps this,
perhaps that. I couldn't blame myself for the way David was. He
obviously liked whores, not decent girls like me. Decent?

"And now we've
another treat for you," Maria finally giggled. "Donna's ready and
waiting for your beautiful cock."

"Sounds good,"
David chuckled.

"Donna's a
good fuck," Reece said. "You'll really enjoy shafting her tight
cunt."

Listening to
movements in the room as the men laughed, I lay with sperm oozing
from my bottom-hole, waiting for someone to release me. Voices
fading into the distance, I thought I'd been left alone until a
hand slapped my naked buttocks. My trembling body jolting, I
guessed it was Reece as a finger wormed its way into my arse.

"David enjoyed
that," Reece said, massaging the sperm-drenched inner flesh of my
inflamed rectum. "When he's fucked Donna senseless, we'll see him
on his way. He was saying that he's only got a few days left as he
has to be back at work. It seems that his job is more important
than you. There again, with the sluts he has listed in his diary,
I'm not surprised that he's not too bothered about you."

Trying to
block out the shocking truth about my so-called boyfriend, I lay
quivering while Reece continued to finger fuck my tight anal canal.
David would tell Sharon that his search had been fruitless and
they'd probably forget about me. They'd think that I'd gone off
with some man or other and was having the time of my life. I didn't
know what my mother would think. She'd be fluttering around the
kitchen making cakes, wondering when I was going to call her. I
doubted that I'd ever be able to call her. Sadness engulfed me as
Reece forced at least three fingers into the dank tube leading to
my bowels.

"A lot of
girls go missing while they're on holiday," Reece said pensively as
he finally slipped his fingers out of my sore bottom-hole. "They go
off abroad and are never seen again. I reckon that the majority of
them were unhappy at home and found new lives. But the few such as
you get themselves... You're a beautiful young woman, Kirsty. When
you first arrived I looked at your shapely legs. I imagined your
pussy, the pouting lips, the wet crack, the tight hole. I knew as
we arrived that I'd be licking your clitoris and fucking your
beautiful cunt. When I wiped the dilapidating cream between your
legs... You were fast asleep, Kirsty. I stood by the bed and
wanked, shot my spunk all over your cunt."

As I felt
Reece's penis pressing against the entrance to my rectum, I
shuddered. Another cock fucking my bum. David was screwing Donna's
arse while Reece was screwing mine. Was anyone screwing Sharon's
arse? As Reece's shaft impaled me completely, my tight ring
gripping the root of his cock, I felt the juices of my vagina
seeping. Anal sex was arousing me, sending me soaring. What had I
become in my enslavement?

"Shit!" Maria
spat as she entered the room. "Fucking shit!"

"What is it?"
Reece asked, making his last thrusts deep into my arse before
slipping his spent cock out.

"David's
coming back."

"What?"

"Are you
fucking deaf? I said he's coming back."

"OK, calm
down."

"Calm down?
For fuck's sake, David's coming back to the fucking island."

"Why? More to
the point, when?"

"Tomorrow, the
day after... He didn't say."

"But he said
that..."

"It's your
fault, Reece. Because you allowed him to fuck the slags, he wants
to come back for more. I told him that it wasn't possible but he
said he'd come back anyway. He reckons that it'll be nice to visit
us, for shit's sake."

"It doesn't
matter, Maria. Let him come back, if that's what he wants. He'll
have to return to England before long, so what the fuck does it
matter?"

"It matters
because I think he's suspicious."