by Ray Gordon
"Then, it's about time you did."
"We'd better give her a good hosing down first," Reece said. "The filthy tart's covered in spunk and piss. We'll clean her up and then spunk her again."
Was I a filthy tart? I didn't know what I was.
Watching as he grabbed the garden hose, I pondered having two penises driving in and out of my pussy. The water spraying me as the girl turned the tap on, cleansing my naked body, I realized how naive I was. I'd had no sexual experience, other than David using my vagina to deposit his sperm when he felt the need. If I ever returned to England, I'd at least know all there was to know about crude sex. Perhaps I'd lure the barman to the woods and teach him all I'd learned. But I knew in my heart of hearts that the chances of my ever setting eyes on England again were extremely remote.
A bell ringing, Reece dropped the hose and looked at his guests. They began whispering, some dashing into the house in what appeared to be a state of panic. As Maria released my ankles and helped me off the table, I asked what was going on. Saying nothing, she almost dragged my naked body through the lounge and down the steps to the basement. Leaving me in my bewilderment, sperm oozing from the inflamed holes between my thighs, she turned in the doorway.
"I'll bring you food later," she said, slamming and locking the door. I could hear voices in the villa above, shouting, panicking. The bell obviously meant that something was wrong, but what? Was it warning of an intruder? Had someone tried to climb over the wall or the gates? Perhaps it was Sharon. She'd somehow discovered where I was and had alerted the police and... No, I knew it wasn't Sharon. She'd be on her way back to England, thinking how terrible I was for deserting her.
Sitting on the floor, my open vaginal lips becoming sore, I wondered what was happening above me. I also wondered how long I'd have to wait until the girl brought me food. Feeling faint, I knew that I had to eat something substantial before long. Perhaps I'd be forced to eat out of her vagina again, or her hot anal canal. I didn't care where I ate from, as long as I had food. Rising to my feet and pacing the floor for what seemed like an hour, I held my breath as I thought I heard someone coming.
Straining my ears as the voices grew louder, I just managed to make out that Reece had been down to the jetty to have a look. Guessing that a boat had arrived, triggering an alarm, I realized how secure the island was. The only way to escape was to swim. But I had to get over the wall before I even thought of swimming, let alone in which direction. People must visit the island uninvited, I reflected. Holidaymakers hiring a boat might well see the jetty and decide to take a look around the island. Perhaps I could hide in the undergrowth and wait for a passing boat. Perhaps this, perhaps that...
"No," I heard Maria say agitatedly. She must have been close to the basement steps. "It's too risky." Walking across the basement, I pressed my ear to the door.
"We've got to do something," Reece said.
"We do nothing. She's quite safe down there. No one's going to get into the grounds, let alone the basement."
"I don't like it, Maria. The last thing we need is..."
"None of us like it."
"What if it's something to do with her?"
"The chances of that are a million to one against. Go back to the others and I'll check on her."
As the door opened, I watched the girl carry a tray of food towards me. Cheese, ham, potatoes, fresh salad, bread and a bottle of orange juice. My mouth watering as she placed the tray on a small table in the corner of my cell, I forgot about escaping and began to gobble the food like a starving dog. Slurping the orange juice, I stuffed bread into my mouth, ignoring Maria as she stood and watched me.
"Happy now?" she asked.
"Mmm," I mumbled through a mouthful of bread.
"As you might have gathered, we had a slight panic earlier."
"What was it?" I asked.
"Nothing you need worry about."
"Someone coming to look for me, no doubt."
"No one knows where."
"They might not know exactly where I am, but they'll be closing in. Didn't Reece tell you that I made a call on my mobile from the ferry?"
"I... Er... Yes, he did."
"He didn't tell you, did he? He doesn't believe me, but that doesn't bother me. The point is that people are looking for me, in this area, as we speak."
Her dark eyes frowning, she left me to my food and slammed the door shut. She was worried, I knew as I heard the lock click. Whoever had triggered the bell seemed to have caused worry enough, and what with my lie... She'd be telling Reece, saying that she believes my story. He'd be pacing the floor, panicking. Perhaps I could do a deal, I mused as I ate my food. They let me go, and I'll say nothing. No, they'd not trust me to keep quiet.
I looked at the wooden fame, wondering how many girls had been tethered to it. Perhaps I was the only one. Leaning against the wall as I finished eating, a tear rolled down my cheek.
Chapter Seven
I was left locked in the basement for the night. Having slept on the floor, my naked body aching, I desperately needed to have a bath or shower. The sperm between my thighs had become starchy, my vaginal valley sticky. I was still hungry, but not starving. Wondering where everyone had got to, I clambered to my feet and paced the floor. Would there be other guests arriving that evening? I tried not to think about it.
Hearing movements in the villa above, I wondered whether the guests had stayed for the night. They might demand early morning sex, an early morning fuck. Shaking my head despairingly as I looked down at my naked breasts, I sighed. I was eighteen-years-old. I should have been enjoying life, having fun, not... not imprisoned on a Greek island as a sex slave. Where was my life taking me? Hearing someone approaching the door, I lifted my head.
"Good morning," Reece smiled as he entered the basement. "I'm sorry you had to sleep down here, only..."
"Only, someone came looking for me," I smiled.
"No one came looking for you, Kirsty. I was going to say that... It doesn't matter. The point is that the sun is shining, breakfast is ready and the bathroom's all yours."
"And what do I have to do in return?" I asked sarcastically.
"You'll see."
As I left my cell and was about to follow him up the basement steps, I noticed another door, dreading to think what was behind it. My thoughts turning to food, I climbed the steps and walked through the lounge to the patio. Looking up at the clear blue sky, feeling a sense of freedom, I breathed in the fresh morning air. Hoping the guests had gone, I needed a day to relax and rest by the pool. I knew I'd be called upon to perform again with more guests, but I needed time to recover from the previous evening.
"Eggs and bacon?" Reece asked, standing naked before me as I sat on a chair. "Or would you like to take a shower first?"
"I'll have breakfast before a shower," I murmured, wondering at his hospitality.
"And I'll have a quick blowjob in return," he smiled, his penis rising as he jutted his hips forward. "I love to begin the day by being sucked off."
"Go to hell," I returned, leaping up from the chair and storming into the villa.
"No blowjob, no breakfast or bathroom," he called.
Returning to the patio, I grinned at him. "I'll have a swim," I said. "I don't need your shower."
"Swim with your arms chained? You can try, but I don't think you'll manage it."
I looked down at my cuffed wrists and sighed. He was right; there was no way I'd be able to swim. Wandering away from the pool, across the soft grass, I walked around the grounds. Staring at the high wall, I again pondered on escaping. Making my way along the wall, I decided to check the entire parameter. I came across bushes, but no overhanging tree branches. Walking on, I stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed the end of a ladder emerging from the bushes. Was this real? I wasn't dreaming, I knew as I dragged the ladder out.
This was my chance, I knew as I propped it up against the wall. Clambering to the top of the ladder, I looked over my shoulder. There was no sign
of Reece. So far so good, I thought, my heart banging hard against my chest, adrenalin pumping through my veins. My mind flooding with thoughts of returning to England, of loving Sharon, I managed to lift my leg over the wall. I was a long way up, about seven feet. There was only one way down, and that was to jump.
Falling to the ground rather than jumping as I'd planned, I lay there for a moment, wondering whether I was in one piece. I could hardly believe my luck as I clambered to my feet. I was free. At least, free of the grounds. But where to now? Hurriedly making my way through the olive trees, I had no idea where I was going. It was a small island. No matter in which direction I headed, the coast wouldn't be far. Running barefoot across the rough ground, I could see blue water sparkling through the trees ahead of me. The blue water of the sea, of freedom.
Finally emerging from the trees onto a sun-baked sandy beach, I looked about me. No boats, no people... There wasn't a sign of life. Wandering along the shore, I knew that it would only be a matter of time before Reece caught me. Either that, or I'd have to return to the villa to eat. And to be punished for my misbehaviour. But I wasn't going to allow despondency to set in. I'd got this far, and wasn't going to give up. There might well be a passing boat or plane. I had to remain positive.
Finally resting beneath a palm tree, I looked out to sea. Wondering how far the nearest island was, I was tempted to swim out to sea. I wasn't a strong swimming, but the weather was calm, the water like a millpond. I might be able to make it if I could free my arms, I reflected, looking round for something to break the chains with. A stone or...
"Hi," a girl smiled, walking towards me along the sand.
"Oh!" I cried. "You made me jump." She gazed at the collar around my neck, and then lowered her sea-blue eyes to the clips holding the soft pads of my vagina wide apart. "You have to help me," I breathed, clambering to my feet.
"What... Who did that to you?" she asked, her wide eyes staring at my blatantly exposed vulval flesh. "What's happened to you?"
"I was caught by... It doesn't matter. How did you get here?"
"By boat," she murmured, unable to take her eyes off the glistening pink flesh within my wet vaginal valley. "What's happened...?"
"Where is it?"
"What? Oh, my boat's on the beach. Just around the bay."
"You must take me away from here. I need to get off this island and go to the police and..."
"OK, follow me," she said. "I have some spare clothes in the boat."
As we ran along the sandy beach, I prayed that Reece wouldn't come looking for me until we'd made it to the boat. I'd make sure that he and his friends were locked up for what they'd put me through. The tables always turn, I reflected, following the pretty girl. She was about my age with long blonde hair and big blue eyes. A red bikini veiling the most intimate parts of her curvaceous body, she was also very attractive. Eyeing her gentle curves, her rounded buttocks wriggling as she ran, I imagined the swell of her pussy lips, the wetness of her vagina. My clitoris sent ripples of sex through my naked body.
"It's gone!" she gasped, breaking my reverie.
"What has?" I asked.
"My boat. It was here. Look, there's the log I'd tied it to."
Looking out to sea, my heart sinking, I imagined that the boat had been washed away. But there was no tide in the Mediterranean. It crossed my mind that Reece had taken it. Had he been watching me from the trees and seen the girl arrive, he could have taken the boat. Wondering whether he'd dragged it into the bushes, I looked down at the fine sand. There were no marks, nothing to indicate where the boat had gone.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," the girl breathed sullenly.
"Does anyone know that you came here?" I asked hopefully.
"No. I took the boat without telling anyone. Where's the nearest house?"
"The only house isn't far from here. But we can't go there."
"Why not?"
"The man who lives there is... He posed as my uncle and lured me here."
"God," she gasped. "What are we going to do?"
"Hide in the trees until... until what, I don't know. Perhaps someone will come looking for you."
"More than likely. The island we're staying on isn't far from here."
"How far?"
"Only a mile or so."
"Can you swim?"
"No," she sighed. "Well, I can, but not that far."
"Let's get undercover. If Reece finds us he'll take us back to his villa, and as you can see by what he's done to me, you don't want to go there. My name's Kirsty, by the way."
"I'm Donna."
We hid in the trees for an hour or so. Donna tried to remove the collar from my neck but it was held in place by a small padlock. She couldn't remove the belt around my waist, but she managed to release the clips holding the inflamed lips of my vagina open. Placing a large stone on the ground, she told me to position the chains so she could break them with another stone. It worked. At last, I could stretch my arms. My sex valley closed, affording me a little dignity, I found a large leaf and wrapped it around my middle. The flesh of my vulva concealed, I felt a little easier until Donna began to panic.
"We can't stay here," she breathed shakily, her face turning pale. "We have to get away before night falls."
"There's no way of leaving the island," I said firmly. "We'll just have to wait until someone comes looking for you."
"I'm going to have a look round," she murmured, clambering to her feet.
"No, Donna. If you go wandering around, Reece might catch you."
"I can't sit here waiting. I've got to do something. I won't be long."
As she walked through the trees, I didn't really take too much notice of the direction she was heading in until she was out of sight. Only then did it occur to me that she was walking straight towards the villa. Leaping to my feet, I chased after her. I daren't call out in case Reece heard me. Dashing through the trees, I thought I was nearing the wall. When I finally emerged from the bushes and found myself standing by the wrought iron gates, I froze. I hadn't expected to be standing at the entrance to the villa again. Why Donna had gone off I had no idea.
Wondering where she'd got to, I peered through the gates. I couldn't see the villa, only the sweeping drive. There was no sign of Donna and I thought that she must have still been in the woods somewhere. The nightmare was getting worse. Not only was I marooned on the island, but another girl was in danger of being captured by Reece and the tart.
Leaping back as the automatic gates opened, I dived into the bushes. Reece might have decided to head down to the beach to look for me. Unless he was going to another island for supplies. As the minutes passed, the gates remaining open, I wondered where he was. He must have realized that I'd gone, I mused. To my horror, I realized why he'd not appeared as I happened to look up. There was a TV camera mounted on a pole close to the gates. He was watching, spying, keeping the view. He'd obviously seen me and was waiting for me to go through the gates. My hands on my hips, I flashed a salacious grin at the camera. I'd never return to his villa. Turning, I wandered back into the woods to find Donna.
Making my way through the trees in my vain search for the girl, I finally flopped to the ground. I was feeling hungry again. My legs ached, my body needed rest. Gazing at the lush vegetation, the huge green leaves of plants unknown to me, my thoughts turned to England. What was my mother doing? Fluttering around the house like a butterfly? Was Sharon sitting in the pub? Perhaps she was thinking about me, wondering where I was. I wanted to be a butterfly.
"Help!" The scream came from the direction of the villa. It was the cry of a female. "No! Please, no!" Sure that it was Donna, I leapt to my feet and raced through the trees to the wrought iron gates. "Let me go!" Dashing through the open gates I knew I couldn't leave the girl alone to fight Reece. I had to do something to help. "Please, let me go!"
Racing up to the villa, I rounded the building to the pool and stopped on the patio. Hovering, wondering what to do, I stepped back as
Reece emerged from the lounge. He was grinning triumphantly, his dark eyes transfixed on my vulval flesh. The leaf shrouding my intimacy had dropped off during my race to help Donna. The shaved lips of my vagina were once again blatantly displayed. Wondering where Donna was, I turned as the clanking of metal reverberated through the trees. The wrought iron gates had closed.
"We have a visitor," Reece grinned. "Another young beauty."
"Let her go!" I stormed. "She has nothing to do with..."
"Let her go?" he echoed mockingly. "A lovely girl like that, and you want me to let her go?"
"Where is she? What have you done with her?"
"She's in the den. Why don't you go and join her?"
Again I knew I was walking into a trap. But I couldn't leave the frightened girl alone to face Reece. Walking through the lounge, a tear rolling down my cheek, I felt awash with despondency again. I'd almost made it. I'd climbed the wall and got to the beach and... I might have known that I'd be forced to return to the villa. I'd have to forget about England, about Sharon and my mother. David? If his love for me was real, he'd eventually come looking for me. If it was only my pussy he wanted, then...
"Donna," I breathed as Reece pushed me into the den. She was completely naked, her cuffed hands above her head, her curvaceous body chained to the wall.
"I'll leave you to have a chat about the things we do here," Reece said sarcastically. "I'll be back in a while to... to enjoy your naked bodies." He grinned and winked at me. "Why don't you tell our visitor what's expected of her?"
"Are you OK?" I asked Donna as the door closed and the sound of the lock reverberated around the basement.
"I suppose so," she replied sullenly. "I should have listened to you."
"Why did you come here? I told you about Reece and..."
"I just thought that there'd be a phone or..." She locked her blue eyes to mine. "What will he do to me?" she asked.
"Don't think about that now," I smiled. "I'll get you out of here, don't worry."
I couldn't tell her of what lay in store for her. Looking down at the blonde pubes, I knew only too well of the nightmare ahead. No doubt Reece would remove her pubic hair and attach metal clips to the fleshy lips of her pussy. The girl would be forced to endure the humiliation of parading around for all to see.