Sinful Deceit (21 page)

"Of course
he's not suspicious. He had no idea who he was fucking."

"Reece, he was
talking to someone on the ferry. He was told that a girl answering
Kirsty description got off the ferry with an older man. He's been
asking questions, Reece. Too many bloody questions for my
liking."

"OK, OK.
There's no immediate panic."

"There's
something else. When he was fucking Donna, I thought she whispered
something to him."

"Surely, you'd
gagged her?"

"Yes, but I
think she still managed to say something to him. If she mentioned
the slut's name, then..."

"We don't know
that she did. She might not have said anything."

"I'll go and
beat the truth out of the cow."

"Don't go too
far, Maria. You know what happened to..."

"Shut up, for
Christ's sake. You and your bloody big mouth."

"Where are the
others?"

"In the
studio."

"OK, we won't
allow this to spoil the evening. Send them up and they can have
their fun with Kirsty."

For the first
time I felt positive about the future. Reece was playing the
episode down, but I knew he was concerned. David might have shown
his true colours by fucking what he thought to be a slag, but all
that mattered was that he came back to rescue me. I needed the
opportunity to speak to Donna, to find out exactly what she'd said
to David. If she'd mentioned my name to him, then he'd...

"Now you're
really going to get it," Reece growled, ripping the blanket off my
head. "You're going to have half a dozen men up your sweet arse,
fucking and spunking your bowels." Pulling the gag down, he grinned
at me. "So mush for your boyfriend's fidelity," he chuckled.

"He'll be
back," I returned. "And he'll bring the police with him."

"By the time
he comes back, with or without the police, you won't be here."

"What do you
mean?" I asked fearfully.

"Things are
hotting up. I was hoping to use you for several months but, to play
it safe, I'd better do away with you as soon as possible. Tonight,
I think. After you've been... Ah, here come the guests. This will
be your last session, Kirsty. Make the most of it."

The naked men
walked into the lounge and stood behind me with their erect penises
pointing to the ceiling. Make the most of it? Was this it? Was this
the end of the line? Reece wasn't a killer, I was sure. Whatever
had happened to the other girls who'd fallen into his trap, I was
sure that they'd not been... Done away with? What had he meant by
that? Only one thing.

"I'll tell you
what," Reece said as several hands mauled my naked buttocks. "Why
don't you all spunk over the slut's face?"

"Sound good,"
someone chortled.

"We'll take a
few cum-shot photos of the tart's face dripping with spunk."

Releasing my
bonds as the men readily agreed, Reece flung my naked body to the
floor and pinned me down. I was a rag doll, a shagged doll. As the
men knelt on the floor with their purple knobs hovering above my
face, I gazed at their veined shafts. What would they get out of
wanking and sperming over me? What was the psychology? Was it some
kind of power thing? Was it to convince themselves that man was the
all-powerful and woman nothing but dirt?

Rolling their
foreskins back and forth over their purple plums, their balls
jolting as they increased their wanking rhythm, I imagined David
wanking. He wouldn't be thinking of me, my cunt. He'd be picturing
his cock stuffed up some dirty little whore's arse. Little did he
know that I was the dirty little whore he'd arse fucked. No, I
wasn't a whore, a tart, a slut, a slag. I was still a woman. I had
retained my dignity although Reece had done his utmost to strip me
of my self-respect. I was still a woman, despite... I didn't know
what I was as the solid penises swelled above my flushed face. I
was alive, for the time being.

The men came
quickly, in unison. Their sperm jetting from their knob slits in
white ribbons, raining over my face, I opened my mouth and pushed
my tongue out. I was trying to appear eager to impress Reece. I
hadn't wanted to taste the spunk splattering my face, spraying into
my mouth. I hated the raining sperm, but I wanted to impress my
jailer. My very life might be in the balance. It was now down to me
to convince Reece that I was worth hanging on to.

The men's
gasping filling my ears, their spunk filling my mouth, I knew only
too well that I wanted to drink from their beautiful cocks. I loved
every drop of the showering spunk. The white threads streaming from
the swollen knobs, spurting into my thirsty mouth, I couldn't get
enough spunk. Why had I tried to convince myself otherwise? I was a
whore.

It was David's
fault. Had he not destroyed our relationship with his wonton
infidelity, I'd have shunned the idea of swallowing the downpour of
sperm. It was Sharon's fault for deserting me. It was my mother's
fault. My father shouldn't have died. I'd needed a father figure.
No, it was down to me. It was my doing. I hated myself.

The lubricious
sperm spattering all over my face, the salty liquid bathing my
tongue, I felt my juices of arousal gushing from my yawning cunt as
my passion for crude sex reached frightening heights. I watched the
sperm spurting from the knob slits in long white strands, dripping
from the solid shafts. I licked my spermed lips, swallowed as much
male sex-juice as I could. The men's heavy balls jolted, their
purple plums appearing and disappearing as they wanked their solid
cocks. I wanted more men, more cocks, more sperm sperming over my
naked body.

My face
drenched with male come, my long blonde hair matted with orgasmic
fluid, I gazed at the deflating purple plums as the men squeezed
the remnants of spunk from their cocks. Now what? They'd need time
to recover before doing it again, I knew as they stood up and
joined Reece for a drink. I supposed that they had no concern for
me as I clambered to my feet and walked across the lounge. Ignoring
me, they knew damn well that I'd be around the next time they
wanted to de-sperm their huge balls. Descending the basement steps
as ice chinked in their glasses and laughter filled the air, I was
determined to find Donna.

The door to
the den ajar, I spied through the crack. The sight that met my eyes
sent a shudder up my spine, and a quiver through my stomach. Donna
was lying on the floor with a wooden box beneath her buttocks. Her
naked body painfully arched over the box, her vagina oozing liquid,
I held my hand to my mouth. She'd been shaved, the swollen lips of
her pussy completely devoid of hair. Her hands cuffed to the far
wall, her feet held wide apart by ropes fixed to steel rings in the
floor, she wasn't moving.

"Donna," I
breathed, dashing into the room. "Donna, are you OK?"

"Just about,"
she murmured, opening her eyes and gazing up at me.

"What have
they done to you?" I asked.

"That
man."

"Which
man?"

"His name was
David. He fucked my bottom."

"Did you
mention my name to him?"

"Earlier, I'd
heard Maria mention you to him. I gathered he'd come to Greece to
look for you. Even though I was gagged I managed to mumble your
name."

"What did he
say?"

"He asked me
where you were. I tried to tell him but the gag prevented me. I
couldn't make him understand. Maria suspected something and stuffed
it deeper into my mouth. David fucked my bottom and then Maria took
him away."

"What did
David look like?"

"I don't know;
it was dark. Before he left he whispered in my ear. He said he'd be
back."

"Thank God for
that."

"He also said
something about a Mini and a BMW. Does that mean anything to
you?"

"Yes it does,"
I murmured. "It proves it was David."

"Will he come
back?" she asked hopefully.

"I hope so," I
sighed. "God, I hope so."

A Mini and a
BMW? It was definitely David. No one knew about the conversation
we'd had in the pub or in my bedroom. Although David had behaved
despicably by screwing my arse, and Donna's, at least he now knew
where I was and would return with help. Reece and his evil
accomplices would soon be behind bars. At last, I could see light
at the end of the tunnel. There was a God. There again, what sort
of God would force me to endure...

"Kirsty,"
Donna whispered. "I ache all over. See if you can release the ropes
so I can at least get off this box."

"Ok," I
smiled. Hearing a noise outside the door, I hesitated. "Hang on," I
said, moving to the door.

"There's
someone in the room next door," Donna enlightened me. "I don't know
who it is, but I heard Maria talking to someone in there."

"I'll be
back," I murmured, slipping out of the room.

Standing outside the studio door, I heard muffled voices. It
was a girl and a man. Sure that it wasn't Maria, I pressed my ear
to the door. The girl was saying something about David. I could
only make out a few words.
Boat. Tampered
with. End of that problem
. The man laughed
as he talked about someone having their comeuppance for
interfering. More laughter emanated from the studio. I knew that
they'd done something to David's boat. Sabotage.

Dashing up the
stone steps, I'd had enough of Reece and his gang. If anything
happened to David... I didn't know what to do as I crept into the
lounge. The men were on the patio, drinking and chatting. Sneaking
into the hall, I tried the front door. To my surprise, it wasn't
locked. Slipping outside, I was about to dash down the drive in the
hope that the gates were open when I had an idea.

It occurred to
me that I'd not walked all the way round the perimeter wall.
Thinking there might be another way out of the grounds, I decided
to make my way across the field. I recalled seeing electricity
cables running from a pole to the house. If I could find where the
cables came from, I might be able to cut them. With no electricity,
Reece would have a major problem on his hands. He'd have to call
someone out to the island to repair the damage. Hopefully, that
someone would help me escape.

There was a
wooden pole at the edge of the field, where the cables ran into the
woods. Undercover of the trees, I hoped to be able to pull the
cables down. It would be risky, but I was becoming desperate.
David's life was in danger, as well as Donna's. This was a last
ditch attempt at bringing an outsider to the island. If I failed,
if Reece caught me... The consequences didn't bare thinking about.
All I knew was that I'd be better off dead rather than recaptured
by Reece.

I followed the
electricity cables into the woods but it was too dark to climb a
tree and attempt to cut them. Wandering around naked in the dark
wasn't a good idea, and I began to wish that I'd come up with a
better plan. Even if I could reach the cables, I had nothing to cut
them with. I'd probably end up electrocuting myself.

Returning to
the field where the moon at least gave me some light, I looked up
at the pole supporting the cables. Deciding to try to pull the
cables down and disrupt the power supply to the villa, I looked
around me. Noticing a length of rope hanging over a fence, I
grabbed it and returned to the pole. I thought my idea stupid as I
threw the rope high in the air, managing to fling one end over the
cables. Grabbing both ends, I pulled hard. The cables sagged, but
were obviously well secured to the supporting pole. It would be
impossibly to pull them down.

Walking across
the field and dragging the rope along the cables, I stopped roughly
halfway between two poles. The cables were a lot slacker, the rope
almost bringing them together as I pulled on the ends. I didn't
know what would happen if the cables touched each other, but I
thought I'd give it a try. Yanking on the rope, the cables only
inches apart, I gave one almighty pull.

"God!" I
screamed as a shower of sparks shot into the air. Letting go of the
rope and dashing away, I turned and watched the sparks diminish.
The cables had welded themselves together. Presumably, the power to
the villa had been cut off. So far so good, I mused, gazing in the
direction of the villa. It looked as if my sabotage attempt had
worked; there were no lights. But now what? I had to hide until the
sun came up. If I was lucky, someone would arrive by boat to repair
the cables, and I'd make my escape. Unless... unless Reece caught
me first.

It had been
later than I'd realized. The sun coming up after only a couple of
hours, it must have been well into the night when I'd sabotaged the
cables. Sitting on the soft grass, my vagina aching, oozing with
sperm, I clambered to my feet and decided to make my way through
the woods. There was no sign of a perimeter wall, which surprised
me. I'd thought the grounds impenetrable and inescapable. Nothing
was perfect, I ruminated. Not even Reece's security.

If I hid in
the bushes by the beach, I'd be able to look out to sea and spot an
approaching boat. It occurred to me that Reece would probably go
down to the jetty to greet the man from the electricity company.
What I was going to do, I had no idea. If I could get a message to
the man or steal his boat once he was in the field...

Hearing
shouting as I trekked through the woods, I knew Reece had
discovered the sabotaged cables. He was probably with Alan and Ian.
In their anger they'd dash back to the villa and phone for help.
Knowing I was the culprit, they were sure to be on their guard. One
would probably stay at the jetty while another accompanied the
repairman to the field. Whatever happened, I had to think
positively.

"The fucking
bitch!" Reece's voice echoed menacingly around the island.
Frightened birds fluttered from the trees. I wished I could fly
away. My heart banging hard against my chest as a blend of fear and
glee engulfed me, I grinned. Reece wasn't a happy man. I'd caused
him nothing but trouble since I'd arrived, and was determined to
cause more. There were two other voices, shouting, swearing. "Find
her!" Reece bellowed. "Don't rest until you find the fucking
bitch!"