Sinful Deceit (26 page)

Psychological
scars would run deep, I knew. The terrible experiences would be
forever etched in my memory. Once back in England, what sort of
person would I be? Having endured cold sex in all its crudity, I'd
never be able to physically love a man. Or make love to a woman. A
tongue, a penis, fingers... Anything entering the tight sheath of
my vagina would trigger terrible memories. The taste of sperm or
girl-juice would flood my mind with images of debased sexual acts.
Never would I be the same again.

Turning my
thoughts to David, I wondered whether his boat had sunk. Reece
wasn't a murderer, was he? He was a sad creep, but I couldn't see
him killing anyone. There again, he might go to any lengths to
escape prison. Shuddering at the thought, I prayed for the escape
plan to work.

Wondering
where Reece was going as I tried to eject the massive cylinder from
the wet sheath of my aching pussy, it occurred to me that he might
be meeting another unsuspecting girl at the airport. How many other
men were there in the world like Reece? Perhaps there was a ring
who swapped their victims, or sold them into sexual slavery. A
terrible thought struck me. The doctor's plan might be a trick.
Perhaps Reece was in on the plan, the idea being to take me to the
mainland and sell me. But there'd be no need to devise such a
scam.

For all I
knew, Reece might change his mind or postpone his trip. The doctor
might not be able to visit the island or the girls might decide not
to go in search of a trespasser. What if Maria stayed at the villa
while Christine went to the far side of the island? What if, what
if? My mind in a state of utter confusion, I had to stop thinking
about escaping.

Feeling tired,
I wondered whether I'd be allowed to lie down and sleep. My body
used several times a day, I desperately needed to rest before
enduring the next bout of sexual acts.

"You'd better
eat," Reece said as he entered the room with a tray of sandwiches
and fresh fruit. "No doubt you'll be pleased to hear that I'm going
away for a couple of days." I remained silent as he placed the tray
on the table and released the handcuffs. "I have some business to
attend to in Athens. The girls will look after you while I'm
gone."

Grabbing a
sandwich, I began to eat. Ham and tomato. I didn't like tomato but
was prepared to eat anything. Watching Reece pick up the gold ring,
I breathed a sigh of relief as he placed it in a drawer. He picked
up the needle and stood before me. His penis was semi-erect, his
heavy balls rolling. Was I to suck him to orgasm and drink his
spunk in return for the food? More than likely, I concluded as he
turned and placed the needle in the drawer.

"The doctor
will be back tomorrow morning to continue with his experiments," he
said, eyeing the end of the cylindrical device protruding between
the inner wings of my aching vagina. "I'll have gone by the time he
arrives, but the girls will assist him." I knew that he was waiting
for a response, but I didn't react. "You're probably thinking it
odd that we haven't made the videos yet," he continued. "We've been
pretty busy, what with repairing the power cables and the visit by
the police. But all's well now. When I return from my trip, well,
let's just say that your demise is imminent."

Munching the
sandwiches, I took little notice of his threats. But when Reece
mentioned my mobile phone, I look up.

"Maria
answered a call," he said. I stared hard at him, wondering whether
to believe him as he grinned at me. "It was from your mother. Maria
told her you'd gone for a swim. She said you'd both met in Turkey
and were having a great time. She also said you'd been unable to
ring as your phone had been playing up and none of the call boxes
worked."

As he rolled
his foreskin back and forth over his swelling knob, I was sure that
he was lying. He'd never have allowed Maria to answer my mobile.
Taking a risk like that would have been crazy. I watched his purple
plum balloon, sure that I was going to be ordered to swallow his
spunk as he wanked his inflating cock. His heavy balls swinging, he
breathed deeply as his shaft became fully erect.

"I expect
you're tired," he said as I finished eating the fruit.

"I'd like to
have a shower," I murmured.

"I'll show you
to your room. You'll need a good night's sleep to prepare you for
tomorrow."

He released
the buckles and removed the web of leather straps from my sticky
body. Yanking the cylindrical device out of my sore pussy, I
followed him up the basement steps. I couldn't believe that I was
to be allowed the comfort of a bed. I needed sleep to prepare me
for my escape the following day, I reflected as we walked through
the lounge to the hall. Thank God, there was no sign of the girls.
Food and sleep would set me up nicely and give me the strength to
overpower the so-called doctor. As I followed Reece up the stairs
into a beautiful room, I wondered why he was being so hospitable. I
also wondered where the guests were lurking.

As he ordered
me to lie on the bed, I noticed that the mattress was covered with
a plastic sheet. I didn't care what he had planned as I reclined on
my back and he spread my limbs. Pulling my arms behind my head and
cuffing my wrists to the bedstead, he moved to the bottom of the
bed and cuffed my ankles. My feet wide apart, the inflamed crack of
my vagina gaping, I wasn't particularly comfortable. But I'd have
no trouble sleeping.

As he left the
room and closed the door, I wondered how long I'd been held
prisoner in the villa. I'd lost track of the days, lost all sense
of time. However long I'd been there, I hoped this was my last
night. Sleep engulfing me, I dreamed of England and daisy chains.
Visitors took tea on the patio. But the child had grown into a
woman - a woman whose sole purpose was to entertain guests by
performing crude sexual acts.

I woke with a
start and lifted my head. The sun shining, I took in my
surroundings as reality filtered into my mind. There were no
sounds, no movements downstairs. Had Reece gone? I wondered,
looking at the closed door. I was tempted to call out but decided
against it. It was best to wait and see what happened. Although I
couldn't wait for long as my bladder was full again.

"Good
morning," Reece smiled as he finally made his appearance. "I trust
you slept well?"

"Yes," I
replied. He was dressed in a white shirt and blue trousers. "Are
you going now?" I asked.

"In a short
while," he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking the
swell of my vaginal lips. "The girls are downstairs. They'll bring
you food and..."

"And
what?"

"They have
their plans for you, Kirsty. I think they'll quite enjoy having you
all to themselves. Anyway, I'll be back the day after tomorrow." He
hesitated, his dark eyes locked to mine. "Don't you want to know
where I'm going?"

"The only
place I'd be happy for you to go is to hell," I returned.

"There's no
need to be like that."

"There's every
need."

"I'm going to
arrange your demise, Kirsty," he said sternly. "I haven't finished
with you, but you've caused me so much trouble that I have no
choice. It doesn't matter because there's another girl on her way
to visit her Uncle Jack. Right, I must finish packing," he said,
rising to his feet. "I'll see you soon - with the man from... Have
fun."

As he left, I
prayed for the doctor's plan to work. Although I thought Reece
might be bluffing, I didn't want to hang around to find out. After
an hour or so, the girls appeared in the doorway. They were naked
with huge grins across their faces. Christine obviously hadn't been
deterred by my lies, I reflected as she stood beside the bed.
Perhaps it was just as well, I mused. Had she disappeared, Reece
might have become suspicious and postponed his trip.

"We have a
surprise for you," Christine said, eyeing my sperm-starched body.
"I'll bet you'd give anything to have a shower."

"Yes, I
would," I replied, sure that she was playing games with me.

"I thought so.
It's not so much a surprise but a punishment for lying to me."

"Lying?" I
echoed.

"All that crap
about the police following you and Reece having plans for me. You
must think me a fool."

"I think
you're a fool for hanging around here. Still, the choice is
yours."

"Bring them
in," she said, turning to Maria.

Watching with
bated breath as a dozen or more naked men filed into the room, I
realized that the girls had double-crossed Reece. He obviously knew
nothing about this, I reflected as they stood around the bed with
their erect penises in their hands. So this was what the tart had
meant by my having a shower. What would the doctor do when he
arrived? I wondered dolefully. The plan was in ruins.

Four men
kneeling around my head, their huge solid cocks hovering
threateningly above my face, I gazed at the swollen globes of their
purple knobs. They began wanking, running their hands up and down
their veined shafts to bring out their spunk. This was better than
being pissed on, I thought as I watched their heavy balls swinging.
But I was already reeking of sex. The dried sperm and urine
irritating me, the last thing I wanted was a gang of men shooting
their spunk all over my face.

"We've got two
days without Reece," Christine giggled. "Two days to do exactly
what we like to you." My heart sinking, I knew that the plan was a
non-starter. Even if the doctor turned up, he'd not have the
opportunity to take me away. Sadness engulfed me as I watched the
men wanking. And fear gripped me. The only chance I had now was to
convince Christine I'd not been lying. And as for Maria...

"All come
together," Christine said eagerly as one man began gasping. Gazing
at the hairy ball bags swinging below the fleshy shafts, I focused
on the sperm-slits. Which one would come first? The four knobs were
only inches above my face. Pubic curls tickling my cheeks, my chin
and forehead, I breathed in the sex-scent of the male genitals. Did
all men wank? I wondered, listening to the heavy breathing of men
approaching orgasm, the panting and grunting of male
masturbation.

A drop of
sperm landed on my nose, although I didn't see which swollen knob
it had come from. My eyes darting between each sperm-slit, I
focused on one as a long thread of creamy white liquid ejaculated
from the swollen glans and landed on my peeping tongue. Another
knob exploded in orgasm, the white strands of sperm jetting through
the air and finding my open mouth. The other two men gasped as they
loosed their orgasmic cream, the spunk splattering my face and
streaming down my temples to my ears. The bed bouncing, I let out a
rush of breath as a solid penis drove deep into the wet heat of my
cunt. I was an object of male desire, a rag doll to be wanked over
and fucked. I'd be subjected to crude sex for two days and
then...

"The next four
get ready," Christine said eagerly as I watched two of the purple
knobs come into contact with each other. As they parted, a strand
of sperm hung between them until it sagged under its own weight and
finally reached my nose. The white rain finally ceasing, the men
were done in their wanking. Licking the salty liquid from my
drenched lips, I watched as the deflating penises made way for
fresh cocks. More wanking, more swollen knobs hovering ominously
above my spermed face waiting to sperm me again.

I could feel
the next wave of male orgasmic fluid coursing down my temples,
running into my ears. My blonde hair, already matted with sperm and
urine, was awash with spunk again. My eyes stinging, I watched the
four purple knobs appear and disappear as the men wanked and gasped
in their debauchery. My cunt juices squelched as a man fucked me,
his full balls battering my tensed buttocks. I was a rag doll, a
shagged doll.

Sperm pooling
on the plastic sheet beneath my head, I thought I'd drown in the
stuff as the four men wanked their rock-hard cocks faster. My naked
body jolting with the enforced vaginal fucking, I heard a long low
moan of male satisfaction as the hugging sheath of my tight cunt
filled with spunk. The purple knobs above my face deepening in
colour, swelling in the beginning of orgasm, I watched as thin
strands of sperm ejaculated from all four slits. My face splattered
with male come yet again, the liquid running in rivers down my
cheeks and neck, I felt the cocktail of girl-juice and spunk
leaking from my spasming cunt.

The flow of
sperm finally stemming, the spent cock withdrawing from my drenched
cunt, I lay trembling on the bed as the men clambered to their
feet. How much more was I to endure? Another four men knelt on the
bed with their penises above my face. How much more sperm was to
rain onto me before I'd be left in peace?

My naked body
already beginning to stick to the plastic sheet, I eyed the four
fresh knobs hovering threateningly. The men began wanking. I'd
never seen a man wank before I'd left David in the lurch, forcing
him to do it. Now I'd seen so much it was commonplace. I'd been
subjected to every act I could imagine.

"Come on,"
Maria urged the men as they wanked faster. "The sooner you spunk
the sooner you'll recover and be able to spunk the cum-slut for the
second time." Again and again and again, I mused as pubic hairs
brushed my sperm-drenched cheeks.

The sperm
jetting from the four purple plums in long threads, I swallowed the
viscous sap.

As the four
cocks moved away and the men climbed to their feet, Maria clambered
onto the bed with her knees either side of my head. Hovering above
my drenched face, I gazed at the unfurling wings of her inner lips.
I pushed my tongue out in readiness to penetrate the tight duct of
her cunt.