Sinful Deceit (31 page)

"Don't go
away," Gary said, leaving the room. I wanted a girl, the soft
gentle curves of a female to lick and suck and love. I wanted
Sharon. My heart aching for Sharon's vaginal folds, my mind aching
for freedom, my body aching for rest, I stood upright. The
screwdriver emerging between the rise of my naked buttocks, I
stretched my legs. I pondered on attacking Gary, trying to fight
him and steal his boat. But no. Donna had been right. After so many
failed escape attempts, I'd eventually give up trying. That had
been Reece's idea. Let me go and recapture again and again and I'd
eventually give up. His psychological strategy had worked. I had
given up trying to escape. I was resigned to the fact that my fate
was sealed.

I'd undergone
a series of mental changes. When Reece had first imprisoned me, I'd
experienced cold fear and dread. That fear had turned into
frustration and annoyance at my defencelessness. I felt helpless
now, but anger was welling, bubbling deep within my very being. I'd
been vulnerable and naïve for too long. I'd trusted, only to have
that trust betrayed. Fury was building now; and threatening to
erupt in an explosion of uncontrollable wrath.

Gary returned
with a length of rope and bound my wrists behind my back. Bondage
led to spanking. Spanking led to fucking.

Gary looked
puzzled as I stared at him. Although my hands were tied, this was a
one to one situation. He and I alone. I sat on the sofa and looked
up at him. He rubbed his chin, obviously wondering what I was
thinking, wondering what to do. Now he had a choice.

"Get on the
floor," he ordered me angrily.

"No," I
returned. "You'll let me leave, Gary. You'll untie my hands
and..."

"Let you
leave?" he laughed.

"You're right,
I was lying. I'm staying on the island with my uncle, and my father
and three brothers. Once they realize that..."

"That's a lie,
and you know it," he returned. "I'm going to keep you here as my
sex slave. You'll learn to do as you're told, eventually."

"I've heard it
all before. The threats... I've been there, Gary, and I'm not going
there again. You dare touch me and I'll..."

"You'll what?
I believe in fate, Kirsty. You happened to be on the beach, naked.
You came over to us, obviously wanting sex. I returned to the
island and there you were. It's as if you were waiting for me."

"I thought you
were rescuing me, not..."

"This is fate,
your fate. Now get on the floor and take it up your arse, you
whore."

"I'm not going
to..."

"Perhaps you'd
rather my friends came over and joined in?"

Leaving the
sofa, I dropped to my knees and rested my head on the carpet. The
screwdriver protruding from my tight bottom-hole, the entrance to
my wet vaginal sheath crudely bared, I knew that there was nothing
I could do to prevent the violation of my naked body. He was right;
this was my fate. Anger had given way to submission. Submission was
the offer of my naked body to a virtual stranger to do with as he
wished. I was a fuck-tart, a cum-slut.

As he pulled
the screwdriver out of my rectal sheath, I closed my eyes. I felt
the bulbous glans of his knob running up and down the sensitive
valley of my pussy, my juices of sex lubricating his weapon-head in
readiness for the crude penetration of my arse. Trying to relax my
anal sphincter muscles as he pressed the swollen plum of his cock
hard against my rectal inlet, I took a deep breath and thought of
Sharon. I wanted to push the tip of my tongue against her brown
iris and taste her there.

The delicate
tissue of my anus yielding, opening as he pushed his solid knob
into my rectum, I wondered whether he had bondage equipment and
whips, I mused as his shaft forced its way deep into the inflamed
shaft of my anal cylinder. His heavy balls coming to rest against
the lips of my cunt, my ring hugging the broad root of his organ, I
imagined a church candle forced deep into my arsehole as he gripped
my hips. Was that what I wanted?

"I'll give you
an arse fucking you'll never forget," he breathed, withdrawing his
huge cock. Driving his swollen knob deep into my defenceless body,
his stomach meeting my naked buttocks with loud slaps as he
repeatedly withdrew his cock and rammed his bulbous knob into my
tight arse, I felt my pelvic cavity inflating and deflating. The
sensations were different, unlike the ones I'd had when I'd been
arse fucked in the past. Perhaps my anal channel was enlarging, I
mused. Continually fucked and spunked, the sheath of my rectum was
no longer tight and restricting. There again, perhaps he was just
big.

My tethered
body rocking back and forth, his swinging balls slapping the
swollen pads of flesh rising either side of my juice-drenched sex
valley, I tensed my anal muscles as he gasped and grunted in the
beginning of his orgasm. His sperm finally jetting from his swollen
cock-head, lubricating the enforced illicit fucking, he repeatedly
thrust into my arse with a vengeance. He was right. He really was
giving me an arse fucking I'd never forget.

"You're a good
arse fuck," he gasped as his spunk jetted deep into the dank cavern
of my hot bowels. "I'll fuck your arse every day." My juices of
lust squirting from my vaginal opening and running down my naked
thighs, his sperm oozing from the inflamed eye of my anus, I tried
not to think of what the future held.

"God, you're a
tight-arsed bitch," he breathed as he pumped the last of his sperm
deep into my bowels, draining his swinging balls. "Reece's loss is
my gain." My eyes opened wide at the sound of his name. Reece.
Reece. But I hadn't mentioned his name to Gary. Racking my brains,
I was sure that I'd not uttered his name. I thought back to the
gang bang on the beach. Had I mentioned the evils man's name? No, I
knew I hadn't. Gary obviously hadn't realized his mistake as he
made his last thrusts into my anal canal. What was going on? What
part was Gary playing in the deepening mystery?

As he withdrew
his spent penis and lay panting on the floor behind me, I decided
to play games of confusion. I'd tell him that I'd overheard Reece
talking about cutting down the numbers, doing away with some of the
male guests. Doing away with... Killing off. Or I could say that
Reece was packing up and moving away. In my muddled thinking, my
spunked thinking, I didn't know what to say or do. It was best to
play it by ear, I decided as Gary finally climbed to his feet.

"That was
pretty good for starters," he said. "Once I've trained you, you'll
be an excellent sex slave."

"And you'll be
dead," I said without thinking.

"What do you
mean?" he asked, clutching my hair and lifting my head up. "What
the fuck do you mean?"

"It was just
something that I overheard Reece talking about."

"What did he
say?"

"Why don't you
ask him what his plans are?"

"Because...
What are you talking about? I don't know the man."

"Don't
you?"

"I'd never
heard of him until you mentioned him."

"You have
nothing to worry about, then."

"No, no I
don't."

As he released
my hair and left the room, I dragged my aching body up from the
floor and sat on the sofa. Sperm oozed from my anus, from my
arse-fuck hole. Gary probably had a phone, I reflected. And fuel in
his boat. Lies, tricks and deceit. He was obviously working for or
with Reece. But what was the idea of taking me to another island?
Was this another psychological game? If so, to what end? Games
usually produced winners. Who was going to win what in this
game?

Gary, if that
was his real name, walked into the room and stared hard at me. I
wondered what he was thinking as he cast his eyes over the gentle
curves of my naked body. What was he planning? He grabbed his can
of beer from the table and took a gulp. Was he contemplating beer
can-fucking my arsehole? If he blew his mind with alcohol, I might
be able to untie my hands and make my escape. Crossing my legs as
he focused his dark eyes on the inflamed slit of my pussy, I smiled
at him.

"It'll be good
staying here with you," I said. "Reece was a terrible man. There
was a male guest who stayed late one night. He annoyed Reece and
ended up drowning in the swimming pool."

"Drowning?" he
echoed, taking another swig from the can.

"Reece drowned
him. I saw it from the balcony."

"You didn't
mention it earlier."

"He held the
man's head beneath the water with his foot. I didn't tell you as I
was trying not to think about it. Reece seems to have no qualms
when it comes to... I haven't told you the half of it. Some of the
things that evil man did were..." I hung my head as I broke off.
Snivelling, I looked up at Gary again. "As I was saying, I'll be
good staying here with you."

Leaving the
door open, he went out into the dark of the Greek night. Was he
hoping that I'd try to escape? Did he want me to disappear into the
night so that he could deny all knowledge of me? It might have been
possible to escape from the island. But there was no escaping from
myself. You are what you think you are. I thought that I was a
cum-slut. I was what I'd become. Wasn't I?

I'd slept on
the sofa with my hands tied behind my back. Feeling uncomfortable,
my body aching, I opened my eyes and gazed through the open door at
the sun-bathed beach. Where was Gary? I pondered as I struggled to
sit upright. Had he returned to Italy? Perhaps he'd gone to the
island to tell Reece where I was. Climbing to my feet, I wandered
through the door and looked up and down the coast. Nothing but sand
and blue water met my bleary eyes. The place was deserted.

Noticing that
Gary's boat had gone, I wriggled my hands in an effort to slip out
of the rope. My efforts were futile, the bonds were too tight. But
I had to free myself. This was the best chance yet I'd had of
escaping. It wouldn't be long before Reece and his accomplices
arrived to take me back to the island of hell. The best chance I'd
had of making my escape? This was probably my last chance.

Acutely aware
of sperm oozing from the inflamed hole of my rectal canal, I turned
to go into the house in search of a knife. Once my hands were
free... My heart almost stopped as I looked up and found myself
face to face with a man standing in the doorway. His hands on his
hips, his beady eyes grinning, the doctor stared hard at me. I
opened my mouth to speak but couldn't utter one word. Frozen to the
spot, I gawked in disbelief as he turned and went into the
lounge.

"So," he said
as I tentatively followed him. "We meet again, Kirsty."

"What..." I
began, my heart racing, adrenalin coursing through my veins. "What
are you doing here?" I finally managed to ask, wondering whether or
not he was alone. "Where did you come from?"

"You were
sleeping when I arrived so I went into the kitchen to make coffee.
Reece sent me to get you, to take you back to the villa."

"Where is
he?"

"In his villa,
waiting for you."

"I thought
he'd gone away."

"He returned
early. When he discovered that you'd gone, he blew his top."

"How did you
know that I was here? It was Gary, wasn't it? Gary went running
to..."

"Gary? Who's
he?"

"He's the one
who brought me here. He knows Reece so don't make out that
you..."

"Most people
round here know Reece. And they're all terrified of him." He
started into my eyes again. "Including me."

"So, how did
you know where I was?"

"You were
supposed to take my boat to make your escape. When I went down to
the jetty and saw the boat, I assumed that you were in hiding
somewhere on the island. Why didn't you take the boat as we'd
planned?"

"I... I had
another idea."

"An idea that
didn't work. I thought you'd be hanging around the shore, so I
returned late at night to look for you. I was heading along the
beach and saw you leaving in a boat with some bloke. It was dark
but I knew it was you."

"So, you
followed us?"

"Yes. I raced
back to my boat and followed you here. I've been anchored a few
hundred yards off shore all night. When I saw the man leave I came
to find you. My boat's hidden in a bay not far from here."

"I'm glad
you're here," I breathed, turning my back to him. "Release me and
let's get the hell out of here."

"You won't try
anything?" he asked, untying my hands.

"I just want
to go," I said, rubbing my aching wrists as the rope fell to the
floor. "I want to go to your apartment. That was the deal, wasn't
it?"

"Yes," he
grinned. "Yes, that was the deal. OK, let's go."

Slipping into
the shorts and T-shirt, I followed the doctor along the beach to
his boat and we made our getaway. I knew what he had planned for me
and was more than willing to go along with him, until the time came
to make my move. Once I'd escaped from his apartment in Athens, I'd
go to the British Embassy and they'd get me home. If Reece did have
someone working for him in England, I'd undoubtedly have some
trouble. But I'd just have to cross that bridge when I came to it.
With all I knew I could put Reece, Maria and Christine behind bars.
And the doctor.

Thinking of
Sharon as salt water sprayed my face and hair, I pondered the wet
heat of her tight pussy, the pink inner folds of her vagina. A cock
twitching and throbbing in orgasm, or the delicate folds of wet
lips surrounding the vaginal entrance, encompassing the nub of a
clitoris? I knew what I wanted. The long hard shafts of penises
with their bulbous knobs had their uses. No doubt I'd suck sperm
from orgasming knobs now and then, maybe take one into my cunt and
have it fuck me. But it was the juice of love flowing from Sharon's
beautiful cunt that was the nectar of sex for me. Her clitoris
ripening beneath my sweeping tongue, her naked body writhing as I
fingered and massaged the tight sheath of her love-soaked vagina,
her orgasm exploding within my gobbling mouth... My own juices of
desire seeping between my inner pussy lips, I stood up and looked
across the stretch of blue water that lay before me.