by Ray Gordon
"Hi," Reece smiled as he emerged from the lounge. "I've had to give the mouthy little tart a good thrashing."
"Oh?" I smiled.
"For her insolence. Listen, I've had an idea. You seem to be... How can I put it? You're eager to be cruel to our guest, aren't you?"
"More than eager," I grinned. "I'm rearing to go."
"I'm about to take her into the... You've not been to the studio, have you?"
"Is that where you make the porn videos?"
"Yes. And a hell of a lot of money. Come with me and I'll show you."
He was talking to me like a colleague, and I felt that he was beginning to trust me. I'd lost all hope in David and Sharon. As far as I knew, they were probably sitting in the pub together moaning about my having a good time. Perhaps David now thought of Sharon while he was wanking. Perhaps he was wanking himself off up her pussy, fucking and sperming her. Did I trust Sharon? I didn't care what David was doing, as long as it didn't involve Sharon. But my immediate concern was Reece, what he thought of me and what plans he had for me.
The studio was through the second door in the basement. A large room with a double bed surrounded by expensive camera equipment. There were chains hanging from the walls and shelves lined with gruesome-looking instruments. Vibrators, shaving equipment, massive dildos, speculums, handcuffs...
"What do you think?" Reece asked, switching the floodlights on.
"Very nice," I smiled. "How many videos have you made down here?"
"Dozens. No, hundreds."
"It's a shame that my friend Sharon didn't make it. She's a right one in front of the camera."
"I'll bet you're pretty good, too," he chuckled. "But today's filming will concentrate on our new victim. I think we'll start with her masturbating on the bed."
"And end with?"
"The endings are all pretty much the same. After she's been fucked by several men, whipped and beaten, she'll... I always save that for the last tape. I usually get a dozen or so tapes out of each girl before... before the grand finale. Have a look around while I go and get the girl."
Before the grand finale? Finale, the end, the finish, termination, the final curtain... Shuddering at the thought, I knew that I didn't have a great deal of time to rescue Donna. A dozen or so tapes? That might take several days, maybe a week. Reckoning that I had at least three days to flee the island with Donna, I knew that I was going to have to work on Reece non-stop. Feeling hungry, I decided to offer to suck him to orgasm and swallow his sperm in return for a meal. He'd be more than happy, and I'd get to eat.
"Here she is," he laughed, dragging her naked body into the studio. As he turned her round and pushed her onto the bed, I gazed in horror at the broad red weals adorning her naked buttocks. The whip had caught the backs of her legs, her thighs glowing a fire-red. As she lay on her stomach with her hands cuffed beneath her naked body, Reece rolled her over and cuffed her ankles to the bedstead. Her feet wide apart, her thighs spread, she gazed up in horror as he pulled a chain down from the ceiling.
"This is an ingenious device," he said, taking a leather sling from a drawer and attaching one end to the chain. Running the sling beneath her waist, he fixed the other end to the chain and moved to the far wall. I looked up at the chain moving over a system of pulleys as he cranked a handle. The girl's naked body beginning to rise, she cried out. Her terror-stricken wide eyes caught mine. She struggled to free herself, but there was no escape as her buttocks cleared the bed. Her tear-flooded eyes sought sympathy, help. Averting my gaze, I focused on the gaping crack of her vagina. The inner folds of her slit were glistening in the light, her juices of desire flowing from her sheath. Her naked body arched, she was completely defenceless to the whims of the monster.
"Grab that candle," Reece said, pointing to a shelf. The candle was huge, its foot-long shaft at least three inches in diameter. There was no way her tight pussy would accommodate the wax phallus, I knew as Reece instructed me to force it up her cunt. Cunt. I again pondered on the crude word as I took the candle from the shelf. I was beginning to like it. Cunt. Wet cunt, tight cunt, fucked cunt.
"Go on, then," Reece said irritably as he pulled her arms behind her head and cuffed her wrists to the bedstead. Settling on the bed, I gazed at the cone of pink flesh surrounding Donna's vaginal entrance. Her copious sex juices would assist penetration, but could she take the massive shaft? I gently pushed the end of the wax dildo between her inner lips. Struggling, she whimpered helplessly as the phallus opened her, forcing her taut vagina lips wide apart.
"Keep going," Reece chuckled as the candle slipped deeper into the tight sheath of her cunt. "Ram it fully home and then force another one up her arse." Her inner lips clinging to the wax shaft, dragged into her cunt, I knew it would be impossible to squeeze another candle into her. But I had to appear to be Reece's ally; not only go along with him but show eagerness to torment Donna. I looked up at Reece.
"Why don't you leave me alone with her for a while?" I smiled.
"What for?" he asked, fiddling with a video camera set on a tripod.
"I want to warm her up before you start filming."
"OK," he said. "I've got to go and get some new tapes so I'll leave you to it."
As he left the room, I moved to Donna's side and brushed her perspiration-matted blonde hair away from her flushed face. Tears filling her blue eyes, she offered me a smile as I leaned over and kissed her succulent lips. Slipping my tongue into the wet heat of her pretty mouth, my clitoris swelling, I wanted to lick her passion spot to orgasm. But not in the studio. When we were far away, free of Reece, I'd make love to her. When we were far away? Was this my chance to release her? Perhaps we could overpower Reece. Take his boat and get to another island and contact the police.
"Are you all right?" I asked stupidly. Of course she wasn't all right.
"Help me," she murmured, her pretty face grimacing as she squeezed her muscles and tried to eject the phallus.
"I will," I replied. "I have to go along with Reece to gain his confidence. Once he trusts me implicitly, I'll be allowed more freedom. I'll get us off this island, believe me."
"When? What am I going to have to endure before...?"
"Don't think about it, Donna. I'll be as gentle as I can, but you must do your bit."
"What do you mean?"
"Scream and make out that I'm really hurting you. Keep pleading and squirming so that he believes..."
"All right," she sighed, obviously resigned to her terrible fate.
"Trust me, Donna," I said, stroking her full red lips. "If we work together, we'll be out of here sooner than you think."
"You wouldn't want to stay here with Reece, would you?"
"No, of course not."
"If you were happy here, enjoying good food and the sun... I mean, you seem to get on with Reece."
"I don't get on with him at all, Donna. It's all an act. I hate the bastard."
"If you escape, you'll go straight to the police?"
"Yes, and have him imprisoned. I'll see to it that he's put behind bars and..."
"I think he's coming."
Standing by the bed as I heard footsteps approaching, I winked at Donna. I was sure that she felt a little easier now. Her renewed strength might help her to endure what lay ahead. It was the night I was dreading. The guests would soon arrive and use the poor girl's naked body to satisfy their base desires. They'd fill her every orifice with sperm, repeatedly fuck her until she was on the verge of passing out. All I could do was stay with her and reassure her as best I could.
"How's it going?" Reece asked, his penis pointing to the ceiling as he walked across the room.
"Very well," I smiled. "I don't think she'll give us too much trouble now."
"What have you done to her?"
"Enough to teach her obedience."
"Let's see just how well the little slut's learned her lesson," he grinned, grabbing another candle from the shelf and perching his naked buttocks on the end of the bed.
Parting the girl's taut bum cheeks, he pressed the pointed end of the candle against the brown tissue surrounding the portal to her anal canal. I could only stand and watch as he pushed the wax shaft into the tight sheath of her arse, forcing her anal ring to open to the extreme. She cried out, her chained body trembling as the candle drove deeper into the dank heat of her bowels. Amazed she could accommodate two huge candles, I wondered what other acts Reece had in store for the whimpering girl.
"That's it," he grinned, pushing both candles fully home. "And now for her mouth."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I'm going to fuck her mouth. The guests will be here soon. I always like to have my fun before they arrive."
Crawling over Donna's body, he placed his knees either side of her head. His balls swinging above her mouth, his purple knob brushing her forehead, he swivelled his hips. His swollen glans pressing against her pursed lips, he ordered her to suck him. Complying, she parted her red lips and took his purple plum into her wet mouth. Watching his veined shaft sinking into her pretty mouth as he drove his bulbous glans to the back of her throat, I recalled her saying that she was a virgin. She'd never have had her mouth fucked before. She'd never have sucked a man to orgasm and swallowed his jetting sperm. But life was for learning and experiencing, wasn't it?
Coughing and spluttering as Reece repeatedly withdrew his solid cock and rammed his knob to the back of her throat, she finally calmed herself and breathed deeply through her nose. His swinging balls battering her chin, his rock-hard shaft glistening with her saliva as he fucked her pretty mouth, I watched in anticipation. His sperm would soon gush from his knob-slit, bath her tongue and fill her cheeks. She'd then have to endure the guests fucking her mouth, shooting their sperm to the back of her throat.
"Suck hard," Reece breathed, his glistening knob repeatedly emerging between the girl's taut lips and driving into her bloated mouth. Her blue eyes wide, her cheeks ballooning, she was taking the mouth fucking well. But how would she react when his sperm issued from his swollen knob? She'd be forced to swallow, to drink his come until his heavy balls had drained. How many cocks would mouth fuck her that night? How much sperm would be pumped into her wet mouth, her juiced cunt, her tight bottom?
As Reece grunted in his oral fucking, I realized that I could easily grab one of the wooden dildos from the shelf and bash him over the head. But no. The guests would probably arrive before we'd managed to get off the island. Besides, how could we flee the island without the keys to the boat? It was too early to think of escaping. I had to bide my time, wait for the perfect opportunity and then go for it.
"Coming," Reece cried, his salivated knob emerging between Donna's full lips, his sperm jetting over her pretty face. Ramming his cock deep into her mouth again, his swinging balls battering her sperm-drenched chin, he continued his crude mouth fucking. The girl choking and spluttering, obviously doing her best to swallow the product of his orgasm, I licked my dry lips. Did I want him to mouth fuck me? Did I want to drink his sperm? My clitoris swelling in anticipation, I was thirsty for crude sex. I was becoming more like Reece with every passing hour.
Moving to the top of the bed, I had a better view of Reece's solid penis driving in and out of Donna's bloated mouth. Sperm running in white rivers down her cheeks, her wet lips rolling along his veined shaft, I heard her swallow again and again. This was only her first taste of male orgasm, I knew as Reece slipped his spend knob out of her drenched mouth. Watching her splutter and cough, I imagined a second penis fucking her mouth, and then a third and fourth and...
"The next time I shove my cock in your mouth, it won't be spunk you'll be drinking," Reece chuckled. He was a vulgar man.
"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing only too well what he was talking about.
"You'll find out, Kirsty," he smiled. "You'll find out because that's what you'll be doing when the guests arrive. You'll be drinking from their cocks."
The thought sending a shudder up my spine, I knew he didn't look upon me as his ally. He intended to use me as much as he did Donna. Thinking about the situation, I realized he'd no need to treat me differently to any other girl. The time had come to make a move, I knew as he asked me to leave him alone with Donna. What he was going to do to her I had no idea. But I obediently left the room and climbed the steps to the lounge.
I'd been a fool to imagine that Reece would treat me as an ally. Sitting on a chair by the pool, I knew that I was to remain as much a prisoner as Donna. I had to escape that evening, with or without the girl. Once I'd reached safety, the police would save Donna. But how would I leave the island? The guests, I mused, suddenly realizing that they'd be arriving by boats. If I could get to the beach while Donna was being crudely fucked by several men, I might be able to steal a boat and make my escape.
"Good evening," a young man smiled as he walked towards me. I'd not seen him before. "Am I the first?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied. "Reece is in the studio with a new girl. Why don't you go and see him?"
"I think I will. Sorry, my name's Alan."
"And I'm... I'm Christine," I lied.
"Reece hasn't mentioned you before."
"No, I've only just arrived."
"Oh?" he frowned. There was suspicion reflected in the dark pools of his eyes. "So, who are you?"
"Christine," I laughed. "An old friend."
"Oh, I see." He looked at the leather belt running around my waist. "The new girl," he began. "Is her name Kirsty?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Reece has told me about her. He reckons that she might be trouble."
"Yes, we were talking about it earlier. But I don't think she'll cause any problems. She's doing very well, settling down nicely."
"He reckons that she might have made a phone call from the ferry. I hope..."
"Don't worry, Alan. Reece has everything under control."
"I'm not sure about that. After the escapade with that Belinda girl, I'm not sure at all."
"Oh, Belinda," I smiled. "All's well that ends well."
"Yes, but look how it ended."
"She was..." I stammered, wondering how to get information from him. "Belinda was..."
"A bloody nightmare," he broke in. "When that bloke arrived asking questions about... I just hope that you're right and he has got things under control."
"Trust him," I said. "Go and see him and I'll pour you a drink."
"Why don't you go and tell him that I'm here?" he smiled, his eyes focused on the melons of my firm breasts as he slipped his T-shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt.
"OK," I replied, leaping to my feet. "I won't be a minute."
Walking into the lounge as he sat by the pool, I began to feel panicky. How could I explain why I'd lied about my name? Pacing the floor, desperately trying to think of a plan, I looked through the patio doors at his clothes strewn across a chair. He'd have a boat moored at the jetty. Clothes, a boat... This was my chance.
"Reece wants you to go down to the studio," I said, wandering out onto the patio.
"I'd like you to go down on me," he grinned, toying with his stiffening penis.
"Don't keep him waiting," I smiled, trying not to gaze at his magnificent penis, his huge balls. "He's not in the best of moods as it is."
"Come with me," he said.
"I'll pour the drinks while you go and see him," I returned. "Be a good boy and do as you're told. If you don't, then..."
"Then what?"
"Then I might have to punish you."
"Sounds good to me. Don't go away."
"Oh, I won't."
As he disappeared into the lounge, I grabbed his clothes and made a run for it through the grounds. The metal clamps swinging between my legs, battering my inner thighs, strange thoughts roamed through my head. I'd show the police the weals across my buttocks, the belt around my waist and the cuffs around my wrists. They might think me to be an escaped convict and lock me in the cells. They might torture me. Bent policem
en. Maybe they were working with Reece and... Stubbing my toe, reality dissolved my crazy thoughts.
I couldn't believe my luck as I reached the wall. The ladder was still there, my escape route, my salvation. Slipping into the trousers and T-shirt, I pulled the shoes on and climbed the ladder. I knew that I only had a matter of minutes before Alan told Reece that he'd spoken to Christine and they came after me. If they caught me, I'd be put through a living hell. My heart banging hard against my chest, I leaped to the ground and dashed through the olive grove in the direction of the beach. Freedom was nearing fast, and so was the night.
Not setting my hopes too high as I ran along the sandy shore towards the jetty, all I could do was pray for the keys to be in Alan's boat. If not, then I'd find somewhere on the island to hide. I'd need food, drink... But I couldn't think of everything. As long as I remained outside the grounds of the villa, I was sure that I could survive. Were there scary monsters in the woods at night? No monster could equal Reece and his guests.
The boat was tied to the jetty, the water lapping gently at its sides. Leaping aboard, I untied the rope and looked at the controls. Steering wheel, levers... A key. The engine started, smoke bubbling from the gurgling water. My left hand on the wheel, I pushed a lever forward and prayed. My face beaming as the boat moved off, the warm air blowing through my hair as I left the jetty behind me, I let out a cry of delight. Turning my head, I watched the island growing smaller with distance. There was no sign of Reece. I was free.
Not having a clue which direction to take, I scanned the horizon hoping to see land. There was nothing but dark water, the huge orange sun sinking into the sea. Dusk was falling fast. Perhaps I'd see lights shimmering along a shoreline. Looking back, the island had melted into the horizon. Hopelessly lost, I turned the boat through forty-five degrees. Where were the island hoppers? No one would be at sea in the dark, I knew. The sun finally disappearing, I tried to keep my bearings. As long as I didn't head back in the direction from which I'd come, I'd be all right. With hundreds of Greek islands surrounding me, it wouldn't be long before I was on dry land.