by Ray Gordon
"How did you escape?" she asked me.
"Escape? All I did was get to the beach, which was hardly escaping."
"Have you been here long?"
"Only a few days."
"What did he mean by, what's expected of me?"
"Donna, I... You'll be expected to have sex with men. Basically, we're nothing more than sex slaves."
"How many men?" she asked fearfully.
"I don't know. Six, seven... There's a woman, too. She's a lesbian. Well, she's bisexual."
"Kirsty, I'm a virgin. I've never..." She hung her head and sighed. "I want to go home."
"I know you do."
Perching my whipped buttocks on the table, I didn't know what to do. Fate was cruel, I reflected. I'd got away from the villa, Donna had arrived by boat... There was no point in dwelling on what might have been, I knew as I gazed at the sweet slit of Donna's pussy. A virgin? Reece and his cronies would soon change that. I didn't think she'd be able to endure the extreme sex. I had to do something to help her.
"Kirsty," she murmured. "I'm desperate for the loo."
"Oh, God," I sighed.
"I'm sorry."
"No, don't be sorry. You'll just have to go where you are."
"In front of you?" she breathed. "Over the floor?"
"Donna, that's the way it is here. If I were you, I'd do it before Reece comes back."
"I... I can't. Not like this."
"You'll have to try."
Turning the other way as tears steamed down her flushed cheeks, I knew that she wouldn't be able to endure the degradation. I at least had some strength. So far I'd been able to cope with the situation. But would Donna? "I can't do it," she murmured. Turning and facing her, I didn't know what to say. If she found pissing on the floor too humiliating in front of me, then what would she do when half a dozen men were watching? They'd ridicule her, laugh at her.
"Right," Reece said as he threw the door open. Wielding a leather whip, he grinned at me. "Kneel before the girl," he instructed me.
"No," I returned firmly.
"Kneel before her or you'll have the whip." I eyed his penis rising slowly above his rolling balls. "Kneel and lick her cunt out."
Complying, I gazed at Donna's swollen vaginal lips, the pink peeping of her inner petals. Looking up into the blue pools of her wide eyes, I offered her a smile of reassurance, understanding, sympathy. She bit her lip and wriggled her hips. I knew that she was in dire need of the loo and prayed for her to hang on until the monster had gone.
"Lick her cunt out," he ordered me again. I felt the tails of the whip running up my spine like an icy finger. He meant it, I knew as I moved forward and gazed at Donna's pink valley of desire. I either licked her vaginal folds, or received the most gruelling punishment yet. And I doubted that Donna would be spared a severe thrashing. Parting the swollen cushions of her outer labia, exposing the glistening wet flesh surrounding the entrance to her virginal sex sheath, I pushed my tongue out.
"Kirsty," she breathed. "Kirsty, I..." A globule of golden liquid appearing between the petals of her inner lips, I moved back.
"Do it, Kirsty," Reece said sternly. "Lick the juices out of her cunt."
"When I'm ready," I returned, my eyes focused on the liquid trickling from her urethral opening.
Hoping that Reece wouldn't see as the trickle became a steady stream, I moved as close as I could, my mouth only half an inch from her sex. Grabbing my head, he forced my mouth hard against her pubic flesh as the golden liquid flowed. "Drink her piss," he chuckled, holding me in the degrading position. Warm fluid ran over my chin, rained over the mounds of my naked breasts and cascaded over my stomach. Letting go completely, Donna drained her bladder, the golden liquid spraying overt my face, running in torrents down my naked body and flooding my vulval flesh.
"This is only the beginning," Reece laughed as the flow finally ceased. "Now push your tongue right up her cunt." The tangy taste of urine tingling my tongue, I entered the creamy sheath of her vagina and licked her wet inner walls. My clitoris stirring as she sobbed her tears of humiliation, I wondered at my rising arousal. My face wet, my body dripping, I realized that I was deriving great pleasure from the crude lesbian act. Was it pleasure from licking another girl's vagina? Or had the golden rain sent my libido soaring?
"Fingers," Reece said. "Push all your fingers deep into her tight cunt." Hovering behind me, he watched as I slipped first one and then two fingers into the slippery duct of her pussy. Pondering on her virginity, I wondered why her sex sheath readily accommodated my intruding fingers. There again, just because a penis had never penetrated her pussy, it didn't mean to say her fingers hadn't.
"And now use this," Reece said. I turned and faced him, my eyes level with the solid shaft of his penis. Looking up, I gazed at the thick shaft of a cucumber he was clutching. "Warm her up by fucking her cunt with this, and then I'll fuck her with this," he grinned, grabbing his huge penis and fully retracting his foreskin. Donna whimpered as I took the cucumber. The cut off end was at least two inches in diameter, and I wondered whether she'd be able to take it. No doubt she, too, was wondering.
Parting the wet folds of her inner lips, I pushed the cut off end of the green shaft against the pink cone of flesh surrounding the portal to her tight sex duct. Twisting and pushing as she cried out, I watched the fruit slip into her tight vaginal cavern. Her inner lips stretched tautly around the green phallus, clinging to the gnarled surface as I pushed it deeper into her pussy, I gazed in awe at the incredibly arousing sight. I almost understood Reece's desires. My thinking worried me.
Donna's creamy vaginal fluid running down the cucumber as I pushed it fully home, my lesbian passion rising, I pondered on the tight shaft of her bottom. Trying to push the lewd thoughts from my mind, I couldn't help but imagine my finger entering her there, slipping into the hotness of her dank anal sheath. I wanted to taste her there, tongue fuck her bottom-hole. Was I as bad as Reece? A desperate urge to spank the girl's naked buttocks overwhelming me, I decided to pretend to side with Reece. If he thought that I was all for abducting women I might eventually gain his confidence and trust. I'd have to explain to Donna. Tell her of my plan so that she wouldn't think badly of me.
"And now her arse," Reece chuckled. "Push the cucumber right up her arse." Looking up at Donna, the tears in her eyes, I smiled. She knew I had to do as he told me. If I didn't she'd undoubtedly have her naked buttocks whipped as well as me. "Come on," Reece urged me. "Fuck her arsehole with the cucumber and then I'll fuck her with my cock."
His crude words careering around the sexual wreckage of my mind, I slipped the fruit out of the tight sheath of her pussy and pushed the wet end between the firm orbs of her tensed buttocks. She cried out, her tethered body jolting as I forced the warm end of the creamy shaft hard against her tightly closed brown ring. I was sure that it wasn't going to penetrate her as she grimaced and squirmed. But I was wrong. Her brown eye suddenly opening, yielding, I imagined what it felt like as the green phallus slowly entered the tight duct of her bottom. The stretching, the filling sensation... I wanted the shaft pushed deep into my bottom.
"Please, no," she breathed as I sank the cucumber deeper into her virginal rectum. Her tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, her naked body trembling uncontrollably, I must admit to finding some satisfaction from my obscene act. Leaving the cucumber emerging between the firm moons of her buttocks, I rose to my feet and stood before Reece. He frowned, obviously wondering what I was up to as I took his arm and led him across the basement. Raising the whip, he was about to thrash me when I held my finger to my lips and smiled.
"I have an idea," I whispered. He waited in anticipation, the whip help high above his head. "Turn her round so that I can get to her bottom properly."
"OK," he replied. There was suspicion reflected in his dark eyes.
"Have you anything bigger than the cucumber?"
"Yes," he grinned. "The speculum. On the shelf over there."
Followi
ng his gaze, I grabbed the horrendous metal device. "Perfect," I whispered. "Go and turn her round."
Still clutching the whip he released Donna's handcuffs and spun her round. The cucumber protruding between the unblemished globes of her bottom, I wondered how she'd react to the speculum. I'd be gentle with her, I decided as he pulled her slender arms above her head and cuffed her wrists. I'd ease the device slowly into the duct of her bottom and gently squeeze the levers together. She'd cry out, I knew. But I had to try and gain Reece's confidence if we were to have any chance of escaping. I was doing this to help Donna. Wasn't I?
Kneeling behind the girl, I slipped the cucumber out of her tight anal canal and parted the warm spheres of her bottom. Her anal iris partially open after accommodating the sheer girth of the green fruit, I pressed the cold steel wings of the speculum against the delicate brown tissue of her anus and gently pushed. Kneeling beside me, Reece watched as the chrome wings glided past her tightening sphincter muscles, opening the chestnut eye of her tight bottom-hole. Gasping, Donna tensed her buttocks, her hips wriggling as I drove the device deeper into her rectal sheath. Further I pushed the thing, forcing her anus wide open. The steel wings in place, deep within the dank heat of her anal canal, all I had to do was squeeze the levers together.
"Go on, then," Reece urged me. Hesitating, I didn't want to hurt her. The cucumber was about two inches in diameter, but the speculum opened a lot further. Gently squeezing the levers together, I watched in amazement as the girl's bottom-hole began to open. I could see inside the dank tube of her rectum, the velveteen walls glistening as I opened her further. As her whimpers became screams, I knew that I should stop. But I couldn't help myself as I continued to squeeze the levers. Fascination and arousal gripping me, I opened her anus further, gazing into her rectum as the delicate sheath distended.
"No more!" she finally cried. "Please, no more!" Even Reece grabbed my wrist as I continued to squeeze the levers. Did he have some compassion? Did he feel for the wretch? He released my wrist as I glared at him. I knew that I was gaining his confidence. Soon, he'd believe me to be his ally, look upon me as his partner in the sex crimes rather than his prisoner. Eventually, he'd allow me complete freedom of the island, and then... It was early days.
"Kirsty, please!" the girl screamed as I opened her rectum further. Reece's frown spoke to me. There was a message in his dark eyes. He wanted to have fun with the girl and me, but there were limits even to his tastes. The girl again begging me to stop only drove me further, goaded monstrous desires lurking deep within my subconscious. I wanted to see how far I could open the eye of her anus. I wanted to peer deep into the estuary of her anal inlet. "Stop her, for God's sake!" she screamed.
Grabbing my arm, Reece forced me to release the levers. The girl's inflamed anus closing around the steel wings, I wondered why he hadn't allowed me to go further. He'd no qualms about the whip, so why stop me from using the speculum? Pushing him away, I grabbed the levers again and began to squeeze. "No," he whispered, clutching my arm again. As he pulled the speculum out of her burning bottom-hole and stood up, I rose to my feet.
"I'll be back later," he said, taking the speculum with him as he left the room and closed the door.
"Kirsty!" Donna yelled as the door lock sounded. "What the hell did you think you were doing?"
"I had no choice," I lied. "He said that he'd thrash us to within an inch of our lives unless I used the speculum."
"Why did you take him to the other side of the room and whisper to him?"
"I was... I was begging him to release you. I said that, if he let you go, he could do what he liked to me."
"I would have thought that he'd do what he liked to you regardless."
"I'm sorry, Donna. I was only thinking of you."
"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I came here. I should have listened to you."
"Listen to me now. I'm going to make out that I'm on his side, that I really enjoy abusing you. If I can gain his trust, I might find a way to get us out of this."
"I was beginning to think that you were enjoying my pain as much as he was."
"Of course I wasn't." Was I?
The terrible truth was that I had enjoyed her pain. Had Reece not taken the speculum with him, I know that I'd have used it on Donna again. I was changing. Changes around me changing things within me. Trying to convince myself that I was only doing this in order to make Reece believe that I was his ally, I asked Donna whether she was OK.
"Hardly," she murmured. "How are we ever going to escape?"
"We will, believe me."
"Does anyone know that you're here?"
"No."
"Someone must have an idea where you are?"
"No one knows. I was coming with a friend, but she couldn't get a flight. As far as I know, she made it to Athens but..."
"Someone's coming," she interrupted me. "Kirsty, someone's coming."
"Now what does he want?" I sighed, hearing footsteps approaching.
"And then there were two," Maria smiled as she opened the door and gazed at Donna. "Reece wants to talk to you, Kirsty. He's by the pool. I'll amuse myself with our new victim while you're gone."
Leaving Donna in the vile hands of Maria, I climbed the basement steps and made my way through the lounge. I could see Reece standing by the pool. His penis was stiff, his purple glans swollen in arousal. Did he want me to suck him? As I approached, he waved his hand at a chair and then pointed to a drink on the table. Taking my seat, I smiled at him, praying that my plan was going to work.
"I had to stop you," he said, sipping from his glass. "I didn't want you to tear the girl open."
"I didn't think you cared," I returned.
"I don't. But I do want her in one piece for the video session. After that you can do what you want for all I care."
"I want to thrash her," I said. "Thrash her until she screams with the agonising pain."
"Quite the little sadist, aren't you?"
"That's me. You know, I was looking forward to this holiday. I was hoping to have a lot of sex, get laid and fucked senseless every day. But I never thought I'd have the pleasure of several men, and a couple of girls."
"How come you've changed? I mean, when you first arrived..."
"I wasn't sure about you. I didn't know where you were coming from. You see, I'm used to being in control. Back home I'm known as thirsty Kirsty. Spunk thirsty Kirsty."
"Then why the concern for that tart when she first came here?"
"I told you, I like to be in control."
"Reece," Maria called from the lounge. "A word in your ear."
As he joined her, I grinned. I felt smug, proud of myself. They were probably discussing me, my joining them in their debauchery. My dream of escaping was becoming reality. But I had some way to go before Reece would allow me to use his boat. A hell of a long way to go. I'd have to tell Donna to protest wildly. I'd be gentle of course, but she'd scream as if I were abusing her. No doubt I'd find my limit. If I had one.
Chapter Eight
I woke on to the glow of the evening sun setting over the olive groves. The crickets chirped, the water in the pool glistened. I had no idea how long I'd slept, how long I'd lain naked in the chair. Wandering into the lounge, pondering on my plan, I was about to help myself to a drink when I heard voices coming from the basement. Low murmurs reverberating, whispers drifting in the warm air. Creeping down the stone steps and standing by the partially open door, I listened to Reece talking to Donna. The girl began whimpering when he mentioned a thrashing. I felt a little sorry for her but... But, what? I don't know. I wanted to spank the beautiful spheres of her bottom. Would I be permitted to lick the wet folds nestling between her thighs?
"I'm warning you," Reece said. His voice was dark, stormy. "If you aren't telling me the truth and someone comes here looking for you, then you'll be... Well, I've already told you what happened to the other girls when we'd finished with them. I don't think I need add to that."
Other girl
s? Recalling his words, I cringed. I want her in one piece for the video session. After that you can do what you want for all I care. He wasn't making idle threats, I was sure. How many other girls had there been? He might have lured girls from all over the world to his villa of iniquity. After he'd used them, made his dirty money from dirty videos... Although I felt reasonably safe now that I was gaining his trust, I wondered what would become of Donna.
"Kirsty's coming along nicely," Reece continued. "She seems to be settling in well. I just hope that you'll take a leaf out of her book and do the same."
"Never!" Donna spat. She had to learn how to behave. "You can go to hell!"
"In that case, you'll have a damned good whipping. You'll be whipped during the video so I might as well warm you up with a few lashes before we start."
The door closing, the lock sounding, there was nothing I could do to save her from her terrible fate. Creeping up the steps as the crack of the whip resounded throughout the basement, I heard the girl screaming. Again and again the crack of the whip echoed through my racked mind, the girl's bloodcurdling screams and futile pleas for mercy stabbing my conscience. She shouldn't have answered him back. She should learn to be obedient. Was I becoming like Reece? Did I really want to whip her?
On the patio, I looked up at a cotton wool cloud drifting aimlessly across the blue sky. I could still hear the crack of the whip, the girl's agonising screams. Now captured, she'd never be free. I might have been gaining Reece's confidence, but I was far from free. Perhaps Maria had started out like me, and then eventually joined forces with him. I couldn't see Donna doing that. Not even to save herself. I'd have to speak to her, make her see sense. Sense? I'd not protested when the men fucked me. Was that sensible?
The chirping of crickets filling my ears as the whipping ceased, I pondered on returning to the den to find out what was happening. But instinct told me to keep away. Wondering whether Maria was down there, I tugged on the leather belt around my waist. The metal clips hanging between my thighs, at least I was allowed some dignity. Perhaps Maria had been forced to wear the belt until Reece was sure that she was his true ally. Again pondering on the other girls, I wondered what had become of them. He wouldn't have allowed them freedom, so what... A gruesome thought hitting me, I looked at the grounds. What had Reece buried out there among the olive trees? Surely, he wouldn't have...