Sinful Deceit (24 page)

"I no find
clothes," the policeman sighed as he entered the room. "And no find
key."

"There must be
a way to get me out of here," I said irritably. Desperation was
getting the better of me.

"You wait. I
talk to men. I come back soon."

"Please,
hurry."

Watching him
leave, I began to feel despondent. The overwhelming relief of
seeing a policeman was fast being replaced by uncertainty. Perhaps
it was my growing cynicism, I mused. My escape over the wall had
ended in my returning to the villa. The elation I'd felt when I'd
taken Alan's boat and headed out to sea had terminated in my
recapture. Destroying the electricity cables had done me harm
rather than good. But this was different, I tried to convince
myself.

After half an
hour, the policemen returned with Reece. I'd hoped that I'd not set
eyes on the evil man until he was in the dock. Why wasn't he in
handcuffs? I wondered. Making out that he had no idea where the key
was, he turned to me and grinned. The look in his eyes wasn't one
of a man who'd just been arrested for gross sexual indecency, for
rape, for torture... If anything, I saw glee reflected in his
expression rather than fear.

"This girl at
your party?" the policeman asked Reece.

"Yes, she's
one if us," Reece replied with an air of confidence that worried
me. "There's no law against consenting adults enjoying kinky sex,
is there?"

"I think not,"
came the reply.

"No!" I cried,
unable to believe what was happening. "I was brought here and
forced to..."

"You came here
because I invited you," Reece smiled. "No one forced you to do
anything, Kirsty."

"Is he telling
truth?" the policeman asked me. His look was accusing. I was the
aggrieved, not the accused! "How you come here?"

"She flew to
Athens," Reece said before I could answer. "I met her at the
airport and we came here."

"He sent my
passport to a hotel in Athens to make people believe that..."

"Your passport
is in your room with your things," Reece grinned. "Why are you
lying like this?"

"You won't get
away with this," I spat.

"Get away with
what, Kirsty? Maria, Christine, Alan... They've all told the truth.
And the truth is that you came here of your own accord, as they
did, and have enjoyed every minute of your stay. I can understand
your embarrassment, but lying isn't going to..."

"I've been
held prisoner here!" I cried hysterically.

"We will
check," the policeman said.

"Yes, you
check," Reece returned. "I sent Kirsty a plane ticket and she flew
to Athens. I met her at the airport and we got a taxi to the ferry
terminal."

"And what
about Donna?" I returned. "Will she tell the truth?"

"Who is
Donna?" the policeman asked, turning to Reece.

"I have no
idea. I don't know anyone of that name."

"You liar!" I
screamed.

"Might I have
a word, Inspector?" Reece asked, placing his hand on the man's
shoulder. "Come upstairs and I'll show you the girl's room, and her
passport and plane ticket."

"You have to
listen to me," I breathed, doing my best to remain calm.

"I'll show the
Inspector your things and then we'll look for the key," Reece said
as he led the man out of the room. "This isn't the first time the
key's gone missing, Inspector."

"Wait!" I
cried. The policeman came back into the room and gazed at me with
suspicion in his expression. "I was lured here and..."

"Inspector,"
Reece said as he stood by the man. "We have a private club. It's a
sex club and it's perfectly legal. Our members enjoy kinky sex with
each other. Kirsty is a relatively new member. She's come over from
England for a couple of weeks to have a good time. I don't know why
she's lying, but..."

"We talk about
this with my superior," the policeman broke in. "I talk to superior
on radio."

"Yes, you do
that and we'll have this cleared up in no time."

As they left
the room, I tugged hopelessly on my bonds. Why the policeman hadn't
done something to help me, I had no idea. And if Reece really did
have my passport upstairs... My mind muddled, riddled with a
cocktail of confusion and fear, I didn't know what to think. Where
was Donna? What the hell had Reece done with her? Hidden her in the
wooden hut? As he'd said that he'd never heard of the girl, I was
sure that she wasn't his ally. If she'd been working with him, then
she'd have openly admitted that she was a member of the so-called
private club. She'd have substantiated his lies.

"Well," Reece
said when he finally returned. "That's that little problem dealt
with."

"Where's the
policeman?" I asked fearfully.

"Gone. He was
quite happy after he'd seen your passport and chatted to the
others. His superior checked your flight from Gatwick to Athens
and..." Pausing, he laughed. "He, er... The Inspector wants to join
our private club."

"You're
lying," I said, scowling at him.

"Believe what
you like, it doesn't bother me. He came here because one of the
boats was adrift. I must admit that I was pretty worried when we
were down at the jetty and he wandered off. I didn't realize that
he'd come up to the villa. Still, all's well that ends well."

"I don't
believe that he was a policeman. After seeing me like this, and
hearing what I had to say, he wouldn't leave and do nothing about
it."

"He did do
something. I told you, he checked you out. I think it helped when I
said that you'd been on the vodka. He thought you were drunk
and..."

"And when the
police finally get word that I'm missing, he'll come back
and..."

"You have a
point there, Kirsty. You'll eventually be listed as a missing
person and... Mind you, by then there'll be no trace of you.
Anyway, I doubt that the Inspector will say anything once he's been
here and fucked the tight arse off you."

"What have you
done with Donna?"

"Donna? She's
fine. Well, not fine, exactly. She's with Christine. Let's just say
that she's tied up at the moment."

"You won't get
away with this," I said softly, realizing that he probably
would.

"That's not
your concern, Kirsty. What is your concern is Christine. She's not
at all happy. After the visit from the police, she's seething with
anger and eager to take it out on someone. She becomes psychotic at
times, and this is one of those times. She'll be here soon to vent
her anger on you."

As shouting
emanated from upstairs, Reece left. I recognized Christine's voice,
and Donna's screams. Fear and despondency flooded me. From elation,
I'd been plunged into desolation. What was Reece going to do with
me? No trace of me? I recalled the girls' clothes I'd seen in the
wooden hut. No doubt they'd be burned now that the police had
called. And my clothes and passport. "My passport must be
upstairs," I breathed. If Reece had shown the policeman my things,
then...

"Ah, it's the
little cum-slut!" Christine scowled as she frog-marched Donna into
the room and threw her naked body to the floor. "You have been more
trouble that you're worth," she hissed, slapping my sperm-starched
face. "The electricity supply, the police..."

"The police
had nothing to do with me," I returned shakily. "I didn't call
them."

"I know, but
you're going to pay for it. And as for this little slag," she
grinned, rolling Donna onto her back with her foot. "You're going
to find out what it's like to have your arse filled with a pint of
piss. The men are drinking heavily. No doubt they'll have gallons
of piss between them before long. And your arse is where it's
going."

As the
sadistic bitch left the room and closed the door, I watched Donna
clamber to her feet and support herself against the table. She'd
obviously been whipped, and I was sure now that she wasn't one of
Reece's accomplices.

"Have the
police been here?" she asked quietly. "I overheard..."

"Yes, they've
been here. And they've gone."

"Gone?" she
gasped. "You said one of the men was going to tell the police
about..."

"I lied,
Donna. I was testing you."

"Testing me? I
don't understand."

"There was no
trace of your boat, not a mark in the sand. You went to the villa,
even though I'd warned you about Reece. No one's come looking for
you, and I thought you might be working with Reece."

"Working with
Reece?" she echoed in surprise. "Look at the state of me. How could
you think such a thing?"

"I'm sorry,
but I had to be sure. I destroyed the power lines and I lied about
one of the guests going to the police."

"That's great.
So what do we do now?"

"I don't know.
This is a nightmare."

"And it's
going to get worse, Kirsty. Christine said there's a doctor coming
over later."

"A
doctor?"

"I doubt he's
a real doctor. She said he's coming to experiment on us."

"Oh, God," I
breathed, wondering what things he was going to do.

"She said he
makes medical instruments and wants to test them on us."

"I don't know
why the policeman went away," I murmured pensively, trying not to
think about a weird doctor wielding a speculum. "I suppose he
believed Reece. I'm dying to go to the loo. Will you take the pipe
off my head?"

"I'd better
not, Kirsty. They'll go mad if I do. I don't want another
thrashing."

"I suppose
so."

"What do you
suppose?" Christine asked as she walked into the room with a length
of rubber pipe connected to a small plastic cup.

Remaining
silent as she ordered Donna to go upstairs to the men, I focused on
the needle and gold ring on the table. My time had come, I knew as
Christine pushed one end of the hose over a small pipe emerging
from the wall. Flicking a switch, she squeezed my breasts as she
knelt beside me and placed the cup over my left nipple. There was a
hissing sound as my areola was sucked into the clear plastic cup.
The sensitive nipple distending, I grimaced.

"I like vacuum
pumping girls' nipples," Christine giggled. "And I'm going to pump
up your clitoris in a minute," she added huskily. "When it's
swollen I'll pierce it with the needle and insert the ring." Gazing
down at the extruded protrusion of my nipple, I gave up all hope of
escape. David had been and gone, the police had spoken to me... The
chances of my escaping were nil, and as for being rescued... It
seemed that I was doomed to remain in the dungeon of debased sex
for the rest of my days. My only hope was that David had somehow
managed to reach safety. A terrible picture loomed from the
wreckage of my mind. He was entangled in a thick bed of weed on the
ocean floor.

As Christine
dragged my naked body up, I pondered on lashing out and attacking
her. If she was going to pierce my clitoris, then she'd have to
release the cuffs securing my ankles to the wall. I'd have to be
facing her if she was going to stick the needle through my
clitoris. There again, with the men upstairs, there wasn't a great
deal of point in attacking the tart. I'd end up worse off in the
long run, I knew. As she released my feet and turned me to face
her, she untied my hands and lifted my arms above my head. Cuffing
my wrists to steel rings set high in the wall, she caught my gaze.
There was evil reflected in her cold eyes. Was she the Devil's
daughter?

The funnel
still held between my swollen vaginal lips by the leather straps,
the end of the rubber pipe taped to my forehead, I looked down as
she removed the plastic cup from my painfully enlarged nipple.

"And now for
your clitoris," she murmured, kneeling before my naked body.
Placing the plastic cup above the funnel, air hissing as the open
end began to seal itself over my erect clitoris, she sat back on
her heels. "You have a good sized clitoris," she whispered
abstractly, watching my sex button enlarge as the vacuum built.
Grimacing, I tried not to cry out as my sensitive clit swelled. The
hissing sound faded as the seal between the rim of the cup and my
pink flesh became airtight. I was now desperate for the loo.

"I'll give
your clitty ten minutes or so to expand fully," she said, rising to
her feet and taking the needle from the table. As she moved to the
cupboard and rummaged about, I again wondered whether she was
bluffing. Many of the threats made had come to nothing. I prayed
they were designed to frighten me. Wondering what on earth they
hoped to achieve with their threats I wondered whether a so-called
doctor really was coming to the island.

"The day will
come when you'll pay for this," I said as Christine closed the
cupboard.

"I doubt that
very much," she mocked. "Anyway, I'm not really bothered what
happens here. I'm off to South America soon, so I don't care."

"Wherever you
go, I'll find you."

"Oh," she
chuckled arrogantly, "I very much doubt that."

"I might as
well tell you something before you carry on," I said, a crazy
notion looming in my desperation. "I checked out my so-called Uncle
Jack before I left England."

"Checked out?"
she echoed, locking her frowning eyes to mine.

"Only a fool
would jump on a plane and travel to Greece to meet a complete
stranger without making a few checks first. I needn't go into the
details, but the authorities were very interested in Uncle
Jack."

"I don't know
what you're talking about, and neither do you."

"I didn't say
anything to Donna as I believed she was working with Reece. I still
have my suspicions about her."

"Why tell me
all this?"

"Because I
want to do a deal with you."

"No, no deals.
What do you take me for?"

"Not a fool,
if that's what you're thinking. Are you really going to South
America?"