Sinful Deceit (9 page)

He was completely insane, I thought, as he knocked back his
drink and chatted about his so-called friends. Even in my wildest
dreams I'd never have thought I'd find myself in such a situation.
And apart from frightened, I was also very hungry. I couldn't think
properly with hunger pains in my stomach. Recalling his words, I
knew what he had in mind.
I wouldn't want
to see you go hungry
.

"I think I'll
eat something now," I said, waiting fearfully for his reaction.

"Of course,"
he smiled. "And as I said earlier, you'll have to pay for your
keep."

My heart
missed a beat. "How?" I finally asked.

"I want you to
practice for the show tomorrow evening."

"What do you
mean?"

"Kirsty, you
know very well what I mean. Let's not play silly games. You want
food, and you know what I want in return. Nothing in life is free.
As it is, you owe me for the flight and the ferry. Let's not talk
about your debts. Do you fancy a Greek salad? Fresh salad tossed in
virgin olive oil with feta cheese and..."

"I've changed
my mind," I said. Anger and frustration welled from my heart. "I'm
not hungry."

"In that case,
you can practice for the show. In way of payment for the drinks
you've had, you can masturbate and..."

"Never!" I
screamed, leaping up from the sofa. My anger had finally erupted. I
was rat food. "If you think that you can blackmail me into... into
putting on some sort of kinky sexual act for you..."

"All right,
all right," he smiled. "Calm down, for goodness sake."

"I don't want
to be here."

"Then,
go."

"I need my
clothes."

"You'll also
need your passport. What can I ask in exchange for your things? Let
me think about it for a minute."

I wasn't going
to win, I knew. Pacing the floor, I was becoming oblivious to my
nudity. The least of my problems was a man ogling my naked body. I
wondered whether he would allow me my freedom in exchange for my
masturbating. No, I knew he'd do no such thing. He had time on his
side. Whether it took hours or days to break me, he could wait.
Could I wait? Without food, could I survive? In my confusion, I
pondered on masturbating in front of him. I could slip my fingers
between my pussy lips and rub myself and gasp as if enjoying it. I
had to do something. Without food, I stood no chance of
escaping.

"I'm going out
for an evening walk," he said, rising to his feet. "It's lovely
down by the sea at this time of day. I'll give you some time to
think about my proposition. When I get back, I'm sure you'll be
only too happy to pay me for a lovely meal."

As he left the
room, I sighed. Despondency setting in, I knew I had to come up
with a plan, but what? His demands had started with masturbation.
He'd then want me to touch him, and then he'd touch me and then...
I'd enjoyed the delights of my body. I'd often masturbated, and I'd
given my body to David and Sharon. Was I now to give my body to a
stranger in return for my survival? Prostitutes worked to survive.
I'd be doing nothing worse. Would he really watch me starve? I
could call his bluff.

As the front
door closed, I raced through the hall to the kitchen. The door was
locked. The windows would be shut, there was no way in. Recalling
the oranges hanging from the trees in the garden, I knew I could at
least survive for a while. Returning to the lounge, I lifted the
telephone. As I'd expected, it didn't work. He'd planned the
operation well. From using another address on his letters to hiding
every piece of material in the house, he'd planned the operation
very well.

Nothing was
perfect, I mused. No one was perfect. There must be a flaw in his
plan, a loophole. I could burn the house down. Set fire to his boat
and someone on a neighbouring island would see the smoke. There had
to be something I could do to attract attention. I searched the
house for a lighter or a box of matches, and found nothing. I could
have smashed the place up, thrown bottles through the windows. I
could have thrown the furniture into the swimming pool. But to what
end? There was no end. Apart from conceding to his lewd demands,
there was nothing I could do.

When he
returned, he poured himself a drink and sat in his armchair. Gazing
at my nakedness, he smiled. I knew that he was wondering at my
thoughts. Saying nothing, he sipped his drink, whiling away the
time as I paced the floor in my anger and rising frustration. I was
already putting on a show for him, I knew as he scrutinized my
vagina lips. As I walked, parading my naked body, his dark eyes
followed, his penis stiffened. He was winning, and he knew it.

"Feeling
hungry yet?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm
feeling hungry for my friend, Sharon," I returned. "It's a shame
you turned my phone off. Sharon and I are lovers. We're lesbians.
You ruined your chances of watching a lesbian show."

He frowned as
he pondered on my words. "Not to worry," he finally said. "I'm
quite happy with you. I really don't think another girl..."

"I don't
believe you've done your homework," I interrupted him. "My
boyfriend, David, will be arriving at Athens tomorrow."

"If that's
true, and I doubt very much that it is, then it'll do him no good.
There are hundreds of islands. Where will he start? And how long
will it take him to search them all? I've not only done my
homework, Kirsty; I've done it meticulously. I'll give you a couple
of examples. Your flight was from Gatwick to Athens, and you'll be
on the passenger list. But the ferry was booked in another name.
Apart from that, I booked you into a hotel in Athens. They've been
paid and their records will show you as having stayed for several
nights. Whether you were there or not doesn't really matter. The
owner doesn't care what goes on in his hotel. The register is
rarely signed and, as long as he gets his money, he doesn't give a
damn who does or doesn't sleep in the rooms. Just to add a little
authenticity to your stay at the hotel, your suitcase is in the
room. Oh, and your mobile phone and your passport. Are you sure
you're not feeling hungry?"

He had planned
the operation well. But I was still sure that there'd be a loophole
somewhere. He couldn't have covered everything. Or could he? My
stomach rumbling, I knew that I'd have to eat something before
long. I knew only too well that, if I conceded by masturbating in
front of him, even though I'd fake orgasm, he'd demand more and
more of me. Deciding to wait until the morning before making a
decision, I walked to the lounge door.

"I'm going up
to my room," I said, turning to face him.

"There's a
nice salad prepared for you in the kitchen," he smiled.

"No, thank
you. By the way, I rang David from my mobile phone when we were on
the ferry. I told him which island the ferry was going to. I don't
think he'll have too much trouble discovering where I am."

"If that's
true, and again I don't believe it is, then your friend David will
still have a choice of hundreds of islands to search."

"All the same,
the search will be narrowed."

"Marginally.
There's one more thing you should know, Kirsty. After your stay at
the hotel in Athens, you're booked on a ferry to Lesvos. Using your
real name, of course. Your luggage will be sent to Lesvos. From
there, you could easily have gone to another island. Or Turkey.
Sleep well, Kirsty."

Climbing the
stairs to my room, a tear rolling down my cheek, I flopped onto the
bed and broke down. I might just as well give in, I reflected. I
might as well offer him my naked body to do with as he wished.
There was no point in fighting or humouring him. He had time on his
side, and I had nothing. My fate seemed sealed. I was to become his
sex slave for two weeks - or possibly a lot longer.

Tossing and
turning all night, I hardly slept. There were monsters in my room,
in my head. He was in my dreams, my nightmares. Lying on the bed in
my enforced nakedness, I wondered what to do. I could hear
movements downstairs. He was up and about, skulking like a hunting
animal. There were kitchen noises. Cutlery, china... He was
probably enjoying a decent breakfast. Should I submit? I pondered
as my fingers toyed between the pads of my outer labia. My clitoris
stirred in anticipation of my intimate caress. My juices of desire
seeped between the unfolding wings of my inner lips. I was hungry.
To masturbate while he watched wouldn't be too bad. But what would
it lead to?

Rising from
the bed, I wandered out onto the balcony and looked at the garden.
Birds were singing, the sun was bright, but my heart neither sang
nor shone. For all I cared, it might as well have been lashing with
rain. No doubt it was still raining in England. The time had come
to make a decision. I either fought or gave in to my so-called
uncle. To procrastinate a moment longer was futile. I could smell
bacon. My mouth watered, my stomach rumbled. Leaving my room, I
went downstairs and marched into the kitchen with an air of
confidence, defiance. He was sitting at the table eating his
breakfast.

"I'm hungry. I
need to eat," I stated firmly. I eyed his flaccid penis with
disdain and he rose to his feet.

"Of course you
need to eat," he smiled. "I've just had eggs and bacon. Would you
like some?"

Had he had a
change of mind? "Yes, please," I replied hopefully. Perhaps he'd
found some compassion within the turpitude of his foul mind.

"We'll go into
the lounge first," he said with an eagerness I found disquieting.
"You can practice for this evening, and then enjoy a decent cooked
breakfast."

I hadn't made
a decision. Fight or give in? Following him into the lounge, I did
as he asked and sat on the sofa. Kneeling on the floor, his face
beaming, he ordered me to slide forward on the cushion and open my
thighs as wide as I could. What was I doing? I asked myself as I
hesitantly slid my naked buttocks forward. This wasn't fighting.
Moving forward a little further, my stomach aching, I parted my
thighs slightly. My vulva was visible to his wide eyes. The naked
lips of my vagina divided as my thighs parted further.

His penis was
now erect, the swollen globe fully exposed as he retracted his
foreskin. It was bigger than David's, broader and longer. His heavy
balls rolled, no doubt awaiting the teasing caress of my
fingertips. Did he want me to lick him? Looking up at his suntanned
faced, I saw lechery reflected in his dark eyes as he focused on my
pussy lips.

"So far, so
good," he grinned without taking his eyes off the naked flesh. "But
you haven't parted your legs far enough. Open them fully, Kirsty. I
want you to show me the secrets within."

"No!" I cried,
leaping to my feet and marching out to the patio. "I won't do
it!"

"You
disappoint me," he called. "But I have all the time in the world.
There's no hurry."

Standing by
the pool, the early morning sun warming the gentle curves and
mounds of my naked body, I tried to quell my anger and compose
myself. I wasn't going to be beaten, and decided to eat a few fresh
oranges for breakfast. Wandering through the grounds, I looked at
the trees and bit my lip. There wasn't one orange left. The bastard
had picked them all. Still determined not to submit to his lewd
demands, I was about to return to the villa and confront him when I
heard voices.

"She'll give
in," Jack was saying as I peered through the bushes. He was talking
to a young woman. "She's starving. It won't be long before she
gives in."

"And if she
doesn't?" the girl asked, brushing her long, jet-black hair away
from her suntanned face. She didn't appear to take any notice of
his semi-erect penis.

"Trust me,"
Jack laughed.

"They're
arriving at six."

"Don't worry.
If she's not prepared to do as she's told, then I'll..."

"Where is
she?"

"In the
grounds somewhere."

"Bring her to
me."

"No, Maria.
It's too early to..."

"There isn't a
great deal of time. I'll be in the den. Bring her to me now,
Reece."

At least I now
knew his real name. But who was the girl? And where and what was
the den? As my uncle called me... I should say, Reece, called me, I
ducked behind the bushes. I had no idea why the girl wanted me, and
I wasn't prepared to find out. As Reece went back into the lounge,
I dashed through the grounds to the wrought iron gates. They were
closed and locked. The woman must have arrived by boat, I
reflected, trying to climb the gates.

Failing
miserably, I walked along the grass beside the high wall. I was a
caged animal. There were no trees overhanging the wall, no way to
break out. Had I been able to make it to the boat, I wouldn't have
minded arriving at another island naked. I'd have done anything to
be free of the evil man who'd posed as my uncle to lure me to his
villa of sin. Sitting on the grass behind a clump of bushes, my
stomach sank. I felt despondent. The villa and the grounds were a
prison, and one I didn't think I'd ever escape.

"Kirsty!"
Reece was angry. "Kirsty! Come here immediately!" Cowering behind
the bushes, I knew that it was only a matter of time before he
caught me. He was the hunter, I the hunted. "Unless you come here
now, you'll be locked out all day and night!" I had no choice, I
knew as I emerged from the bushes and tentatively walked towards
the pool. Naked, abandoned in the dark of the night, starving
hungry... He'd won.

"Yes?" I
murmured, standing by the pool.

"What's the
matter with you?" he asked. He was still naked.

"I have no
clothes, no food and..."

"And no sense,
from what I can gather. There's plenty of food in the kitchen.
There's food, wine..."