by Ray Gordon
"No!" I screamed as Ian withdrew his spent cock from my mouth. "No, I don't want..."
"What don't you want?" Maria asked, lifting my head by my hair as Alan stilled his deflating cock within my sperm-brimming anal canal. "What don't you want?" she repeated angrily.
"The horse," I rambled shakily. "I don't want..."
"The horse?" she giggled.
"Look, I'll do anything; I'll go along with..."
"I know you will," she grinned as Alan's penis slipped out of my bottom-hole with a slurping sound. "You'll do anything we demand of you."
"I have money," I lied in desperation.
"It's not your money we want. It's your body."
"I know, but..."
"Reece!" she hissed. "Get the whip! I've just about had enough of this little tart's arguing."
"She tried to escape," Alan broke in.
"Yes, Reece told me. You've caused us too many problems, Kirsty. Stealing Alan's boat and trying to escape. I'll correct your wicked ways if it's the last thing I do. I'll whip your arse, your tits and your cunt until your obedience reaches the stage where you'll jump to attention at our every command."
"No, don't," I whimpered as Reece returned with the leather whip.
"I'm sorry, but your attempted escape has left me no choice," Maria smirked.
"Please... I won't do it again."
"I know you won't."
"Enough talk," Reece said. "Whip the little whore until she passes out."
The first lash of the leather tails across my tensed buttocks sent agonising pain deep into my anal orbs. My naked body jolting as the second and third lashes caught the backs of my thighs, I knew that the gruelling punishment wouldn't be shorted lived. Again and again the leather tails flailed my burning buttocks, the sensitive skin of my firm thighs. The phallus within my inflamed vagina shooting out like a bullet as my muscles spasmed, I felt a flood of hot sex juice coursing down my legs. Sperm oozing from my sore anus as my body convulsed, I thought I'd die as the merciless whipping continued.
"No!" I screamed as Maria thrashed my burning buttocks harder. Ignoring my cries, her giggles were punctuated with grunts as the whip lashed my fiery flesh. Deafening cracks resounding around the lounge, drowning out the laughter of my audience, I knew I couldn't take much more as the pain became intense. Again and again the leather tails bit into the glowing flesh of my quivering buttocks, sending my body into uncontrollable convulsions. Tears flooding my face, my screams echoing through my head, there was nothing I could do to halt the brutal punishment.
"Enough!" I finally managed to cry. Obviously goaded by my plight, Maria increased the pace of the thrashing. The leather tails swishing through the air, the cracks becoming louder, I shuddered as I felt a stream of hot liquid cascading down my legs. My audience sent into shrieks of laughter as the golden liquid sprayed from my gaping vaginal crack, I hoped that this would be the height of my degradation. But I knew only too well that this was nothing in comparison to what Reece had planned for me. I daren't begin to imagine what he had in store for my naked body. I should never have tried to escape.
The golden rain splashing on the floor between my feet, my buttocks on fire, Maria finally dropped the whip to the floor. My naked body shaking violently, I waited in fear and trepidation as the men moved about behind me. What was I to endure next? I had no idea as whispers floated around the room. Another thrashing? Another anal shafting? Recalling Maria's words, I cringed. I'll whip your arse, your tits and your cunt until your obedience reaches the stage where you'll jump to attention at our every command. I couldn't begin to imagine what I'd have to endure if she whipped my breasts, my vaginal lips. My legs aching, I prayed for some time to rest before the next bout. But I was allowed no quarter.
"The weights," Reece said.
"I'll do it," Maria breathed eagerly.
I couldn't even hazard a guess at what they were talking about as the girl opened a drawer. Weights? Whatever I was about to endure, it would surely involve pain. I watched Maria grab something from the drawer and move behind me. Pulling on the inner lips of my vagina, she giggled as I felt her clip something to my sensitive petals. Finally realizing what she was doing as my inner lips began to stretch, I knew it would be futile to protest.
"We'll start with the lightest weights," she said as the inner wings of my vaginal crack distended. "The weights are attached to the chains hanging from the clips," she enlightened me. "Once you've got used to it, I'll increase the weights. You'll end up with your inner lips between your knees."
The men laughing, I grimaced as the weights swung between my legs. My naked buttocks becoming numb, the pain giving way to an almost pleasant burning sensation, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even when the weights were increased, I knew that I'd be able to endure the agony. But how would I fair during a vaginal lip thrashing? If I remained as calm as possible, I was sure that I'd be able to endure anything my captors put me through. But remaining calm wasn't going to be easy.
"At last," Reece beamed as several naked men filed through the patio doors and congregated around the stocks.
"Sorry we're late," one said. "We had trouble with the boat."
"You're here now, that's all that matters. We've got her cunt lips clamped but her arse is available to anyone who's interested. And her mouth, of course."
"I'll take her arse," a man chuckled.
"And I'll have her mouth."
"Let's both take her arse."
"I'm up for that."
"Whatever turns you on," Reece rejoined. "OK, let's get her onto the floor."
As I was released from the stocks, Maria removed the clips from the wings of my inner lips. At least I'd be able to stretch my limbs, I reflected as I was forced to kneel astride a dark-skinned man lying on the floor. Face to face with the unknown man, I closed my eyes as someone grabbed his penis and forced his swollen knob past the tight entrance to my anal sheath. His glans felt huge as it slipped into my sperm-lubricated rectum. My secret sheath yielding the solid shaft of his penis, I tried not to whimper as another man knelt behind me and yanked my crimsoned buttocks wide apart.
"No!" I cried involuntarily as the second man pushed the ballooning globe of his erect cock against my already stretched brown ring. As usual, my protests were futile. The second penis painfully forcing the delicate tissue of my anus to yield, I gasped and shook violently as my defeated muscles allowed the bulbous glans to enter my anal canal. The pain increasing as both penises glided along the dank tunnel to my bowels, I wondered what sort of men they were to treat a girl like this.
I cried out as another man yanked my head up by my blonde hair. My mouth bloating as he forced the swollen glans of his erect organ to the back of my throat, I almost choked. I was to swallow yet more sperm, have my anal canal filled with a double load of spunk while I drank sperm from the cock fucking my mouth. The perspiration of crude sex matting my tousled hair, the lubricious juices of my vagina running down my inner thighs, I was thankful that the swollen lips of my pussy hadn't been subjected to the leather whip. Yet.
The pubic hairs of the balls pressed against my chin tickling me, the rudely stretched ring of my anal eye hurting me, I found myself pondering on the idea of the leather tails flailing the sensitive cushions of my outer labia. An experience? That was one way of looking at it. Would the vulval pain induce my pussy to flow? Would I come, writhe in the grip of a multiple orgasm as the whip lashed me? I wanted to tie Sharon down to a bed and cane her. I wanted to hurt Sharon for deserting me.
"That just leaves her cunt," Maria breathed. I knew I was to take four penises into my body. One in my mouth, two up my bum and another in my vagina.
My rectal sheath inflating as the solid penises swelled, I sucked on the purple glans throbbing within my wet mouth. The gush of sperm was imminent, I knew as the three men began gasping in their debauchery. My anal iris becoming sore as the cocks repeatedly withdrew and thrust into me again, I desperately needed the oily sperm to lubricate the enforc
ed double fucking of my anal sheath. The glans within my mouth suddenly exploding in orgasm, the white liquid issuing from the pink slit and bathing my snaking tongue, I moaned through my nose as my anal throat swallowed the sperm jetting from the two knobs.
"Yes!" the man behind me cried as he grabbed my hips and rammed his huge penis deep into my inflamed anal tube. The swollen cocks pistoning my arse out of time, the throbbing knobs massaging each other, the sperm flowed in torrents into my velveteen duct. Four balls slapping between my thighs, two balls battering my sperm-wet chin, I shuddered as another mind-blowing orgasm erupted within the pulsating nub of my erect clitoris. My juices of desire flowed in torrents down my inner thighs, mingling with the sperm jetting from the inflamed rosebud of my dilated anus. As I drank the sperm pumping from the bulbous knob within my mouth and my rectal sheath swallowed its share of male orgasmic liquid, I knew that I'd found my sexual heaven. My sexual debauchery.
"I want her cunt," Maria said eagerly as she settled on the floor. I felt her fingers exploring between the dripping lips of my pussy, massaging the intricate folds. She expertly rubbed my pulsating clitoris, sustaining my wondrous climax with her fingers, which entered me, stretching open my cunt.
Swallowing the sperm gushing into my mouth as my climax rocked my very soul, the cheeks of my bottom slapped by a man's lower belly, the lips of my vagina hugging the thrusting female fingers, I lost myself in sexual delirium. On and on the shockwaves of orgasm exploded, transmitting deep into me as my naked flesh perspired. My long blonde hair soaked, I breathed deeply as my very being centred on the intense pleasure.
The sperm issuing from the three penises finally stemming, the cocks stilling within my arse, my mouth, I shook violently as my orgasm began to recede. With a loud sucking sound, the swollen knobs withdrew from the spermed inlet of my hot rectum. The fingers finally slipped out of my cunt, leaving my girl hole gaping, dripping with the juices of illicit sex. Making one last thrust to the back of my throat, the man kneeling before me at last slipped his saliva-dripping penis out of my mouth. Licking my spermed lips, I lolled to one side, my weary body falling to the floor where I lay in a trembling heap. Perspiring, shuddering, I lay in a pool of satisfaction.
"Well," Reece grinned, holding my head up by my chin. "I think you're more than prepared for Mighty."
"Mighty?" I gasped.
"Shall we take her out?" Maria asked. There was a glint of lust in her eyes.
"OK, let's get her out to the field."
The men hauling me up, I grimaced as one pulled me across the lounge to the patio doors. There were lights on outside, strategically placed in the trees and shrubs to illuminate the grounds. Marching me around the side of the villa, the man pushed me into a clearing among the bushes. Lying on the soft grass, my naked body aching, I watched as the men gathered around me. Where was the entrance to the field? Why had they taken me into the bushes? Pondering my fate as a foot rolled me onto my back, confusion flooded me.
"Right," Reece grinned, a light in the tree above him silhouetting his naked body. "Now the fun really begins. Someone go and get Mighty."
"I'll do it," Alan said, leaving the group and wandering off.
"While we're waiting, we'll give the little slut a thrashing."
"With this?" Maria asked, breaking a branch off a nearby bush.
"Perfect. Will you do the honours?"
"I'd be delighted. Stake her down with her legs apart."
My wrists and ankles fixed to the ground with U-shaped metal stakes, I knew I'd not been the first girl to be dragged to this spot. Looking up at Maria as she knelt by my side, I saw no compassion in her dark eyes. Where was Donna? Where was David, Sharon, my mother...? Maria stood up and raised the branch above my trembling body. I closed my eyes and tensed my muscles.
Chapter Ten
There'd been sheer panic. Maria had dropped the branch and dashed off with the men to investigate the sound of a boat engine. I'd been left staked to the ground for at least an hour. Perhaps someone had hired a boat and come looking for me? Perhaps David had become a knight in shining armour? Was it a passing tourist boat? No, not in the dark of night. A fishing boat, perhaps?
As I listened to the trees rustling in the warm breeze, I felt something crawling over my lower stomach. Lifting my head, I watched in horror as a spider roamed towards the rise of my hairless mons. I shuddered as it stopped at the top of my sex-wet vaginal crack. It was looking, smelling, tasting. I froze as it ventured into the pink valley of my pussy and crawled over the sensitive nub of my exposed clitoris. Praying for the thing to go away as it explored the creamy cone of flesh surrounding the hot entrance to my cunt, I imagined being left staked to the ground all night. Monsters would emerge from the bushes and get me. Sexual monsters would take me.
Breathing a sigh of relief as the spider completed his uninvited tour of my vaginal flesh and crawled away, I gasped with fright as Donna emerged from the bushes. A rope attached to a leather collar around her neck, the weals of a cruel whipping fanning out across her pert breasts, there was sadness reflected in her blue eyes. What horrendous sexual torture she'd had to endure, I dreaded to think.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"Not really," she sighed, pulling on the rope. "The other end is fixed to the wall of the villa," she said dolefully. "I've been let out for some fresh air."
"Do you think you could pull these stakes out?" I asked. "Once I'm free I might be able to cut the rope with a stone and..."
"I can't reach you," she replied, tugging on the rope. "It's not long enough."
"We have to get out of here, Donna."
"How? You're staked to the ground, I'm tied by a rope. There's no way."
"Are you just going to accept what they're doing to us?"
"No, but... Kirsty, there's something I didn't tell you."
"What?"
Lowering her head, she hesitated. "Kirsty, we have to leave this place before..."
"Before what?" I asked, praying the men wouldn't return for a while.
"Before they strip us of all dignity."
"They've already done that," I returned.
"They have worse planned. Especially for you, Kirsty."
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Reece asked as he emerged from the bushes. "Get back to the house, you whore," he hissed, pushing Donna with his foot.
"There's no need to behave like a pig," I said. "I know you're a bastard, but..."
"Are you talking to me?" Reece asked.
"There's no other bastard here," I quipped as the girl clambered to her feet and scurried off.
"That's another severe whipping you've just earned yourself. No doubt you'll be interested to know that we've had a visitor."
"Who?" I asked expectantly.
"A chap by the name of David. It seems he's looking for you."
"I knew he'd come!" I beamed.
"Maria's going to take him to the villa when Alan and Ian have hidden the stocks and locked that little tart in the den. I don't want David seeing the naked whore running around."
"He'll know I'm here," I said. "He'll sense that..."
"Of course he won't, you silly cow."
"I'll scream."
"No you won't, believe me. Right, I'd better go and prepare to entertain my guest. Maria's chatting to him down by the jetty. You'll have to stay here, of course."
As he walked away, I was sure that David would sense that I was on the island. If he noticed something suspicious, he'd probably return with the police. He might notice a pair of handcuffs or... No, Reece would make sure that the villa was clear of all traces of sexual debauchery. I daren't scream or cry out. All I could do was wait, hope and pray. Would the spider return and crawl into the wet sheath of my cunt?
When Reece came back, I lifted my head and frowned. He was dressed in white trousers and a clean shirt, his hair immaculate and his face beaming. He was up to something, I knew as he tugged on the metal stakes. Finally pulling them out of the ground an
d helping me to my feet, he dragged me out of the bushes and marched me towards the villa.
"David's been missing you," he said as we stopped by a clump of bushes. "He was saying that your mother has been very worried as you've not been in touch with her. Oh, and he reckons Sharon has taken up with some girl she met in a pub."
"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked. Would Sharon really go with another girl?
"I thought you might like to know what's been happening while you've been away. David has searched around a dozen islands so far. He'll be on his way when he's had a bite to eat." Yanking my arm, he dragged me across the grass. "Come on, I haven't got all night," he complained.
"Where are you taking me?"
"I have a plan, Kirsty," he chuckled. "We're going to test David's fidelity. I thought we might offer him a tart's cunt and see whether or not he takes it."
Saying nothing as he marched me past the pool and into the lounge, I wondered whether David would fall pray to his base desires. Perhaps Donna would have to offer herself to him. Or Maria? Test David's fidelity? Would he fuck another girl? I'd love Sharon, but that was different. Whatever happened, I didn't care. All I wanted was for David to suspect something and return with the police.
"Get her ready," Reece ordered two men as he threw my naked body to the floor as if I was a rag doll. As I was blindfolded and gagged, I wondered what was going on. My naked body forced over the back of the sofa with my rounded buttocks projected, I guessed what Reece had planned. A huge blanket thrown over my head, I knew that my naked body was going to be offered to David. My feet wide apart, tied to each end of the sofa, I knew that David was nothing like Reece. He'd never lower himself to fuck an unknown tart. Would he?