Sinful Deceit

by Ray Gordon

  There was a wooden pole at the edge of the field, where the cables ran into the woods. Undercover of the trees, I hoped to be able to pull the cables down. It would be risky, but I was becoming desperate. David's life was in danger, as well as Donna's. This was a last ditch attempt at bringing an outsider to the island. If I failed, if Reece caught me... The consequences didn't bare thinking about. All I knew was that I'd be better off dead rather than recaptured by Reece.

  I followed the electricity cables into the woods but it was too dark to climb a tree and attempt to cut them. Wandering around naked in the dark wasn't a good idea, and I began to wish that I'd come up with a better plan. Even if I could reach the cables, I had nothing to cut them with. I'd probably end up electrocuting myself.

  Returning to the field where the moon at least gave me some light, I looked up at the pole supporting the cables. Deciding to try to pull the cables down and disrupt the power supply to the villa, I looked around me. Noticing a length of rope hanging over a fence, I grabbed it and returned to the pole. I thought my idea stupid as I threw the rope high in the air, managing to fling one end over the cables. Grabbing both ends, I pulled hard. The cables sagged, but were obviously well secured to the supporting pole. It would be impossibly to pull them down.

  Walking across the field and dragging the rope along the cables, I stopped roughly halfway between two poles. The cables were a lot slacker, the rope almost bringing them together as I pulled on the ends. I didn't know what would happen if the cables touched each other, but I thought I'd give it a try. Yanking on the rope, the cables only inches apart, I gave one almighty pull.

  "God!" I screamed as a shower of sparks shot into the air. Letting go of the rope and dashing away, I turned and watched the sparks diminish. The cables had welded themselves together. Presumably, the power to the villa had been cut off. So far so good, I mused, gazing in the direction of the villa. It looked as if my sabotage attempt had worked; there were no lights. But now what? I had to hide until the sun came up. If I was lucky, someone would arrive by boat to repair the cables, and I'd make my escape. Unless... unless Reece caught me first.

  Chapter Eleven

  It had been later than I'd realized. The sun coming up after only a couple of hours, it must have been well into the night when I'd sabotaged the cables. Sitting on the soft grass, my vagina aching, oozing with sperm, I clambered to my feet and decided to make my way through the woods. There was no sign of a perimeter wall, which surprised me. I'd thought the grounds impenetrable and inescapable. Nothing was perfect, I ruminated. Not even Reece's security.

  If I hid in the bushes by the beach, I'd be able to look out to sea and spot an approaching boat. It occurred to me that Reece would probably go down to the jetty to greet the man from the electricity company. What I was going to do, I had no idea. If I could get a message to the man or steal his boat once he was in the field...

  Hearing shouting as I trekked through the woods, I knew Reece had discovered the sabotaged cables. He was probably with Alan and Ian. In their anger they'd dash back to the villa and phone for help. Knowing I was the culprit, they were sure to be on their guard. One would probably stay at the jetty while another accompanied the repairman to the field. Whatever happened, I had to think positively.

  "The fucking bitch!" Reece's voice echoed menacingly around the island. Frightened birds fluttered from the trees. I wished I could fly away. My heart banging hard against my chest as a blend of fear and glee engulfed me, I grinned. Reece wasn't a happy man. I'd caused him nothing but trouble since I'd arrived, and was determined to cause more. There were two other voices, shouting, swearing. "Find her!" Reece bellowed. "Don't rest until you find the fucking bitch!"

  Reaching the perimeter wall, my heart sinking, I signed. Nothing was perfect? I worked out my rough location. The ladder was some way off, too close to the villa for comfort. I daren't risk going in that direction. I was only too aware that all the time I remained in the grounds, I was in grave danger. Unsure what to do, I followed the wall in the opposite direction. The further away I was from the villa the better.

  I must have walked several hundred yards when I came across a wooden hut. There were no windows and a heavy padlock secured door. Perhaps it contained gardening equipment, I mused, walking around the hut. If Lady Luck was with me, I might find a ladder in the hut. Spying through a crack in the planking, I peered into the gloom at what seemed to be several piles of clothes.

  My eyes becoming used to the dark, I found myself gazing at skirts, T-shirts and bras and panties. I could only think the worst. They must have belonged to the other girls. My stomach churned as an icy chill ran up my spine. If Reece had hidden the clothes in the hut, then what had he done with the girls? Looking around, I could see no signs of the ground having been dug up. "What am I thinking?" I sighed, walking away and following the wall again. My mind showed me images; images of naked girls with their bodies...

  "Enjoying an early morning walk?" Maria asked as she emerged from the bushes. My heart raced, my hands trembled. "I think you'd better come back to the villa with me."

  "Never!" I spat. She was naked, as usual. There were trails of dried sperm running down her inner thighs. She'd been fucked. "You can go to hell!" I hissed.

  "In that case, I'll have to drag you back," she grinned. She lowered her head and gazed at my pussy lips. "Come on," she said, grabbing my arm.

  "Make me," I returned, pulling away.

  As she lunged at me we both fell to the ground. Rolling naked on the grass, our breasts squeezed together, I realized how strong she was as she finally pinned me down. Her fiery eyes wide, her mouth gasping, she stared hard at me as I struggled to push her away. I don't know where I found the strength, but I managed to roll her over and pin her down. The tables always turn. There was fear mirrored in her dark eyes as I forced my arm across her neck. She was perspiring, gasping for breath as I pushed my arm harder against her throat.

  "What were you saying?" I panted.

  "Please!" she managed to gurgle as I grabbed her long black hair with my free hand.

  "You're going to get me off this island," I hissed through gritted teeth.

  "It's all right," she gasped.

  "What's all right?"

  "I want to leave the island as much as you do."

  "You lying bitch," I returned. "If you think I'm going to believe..."

  "It's true. I'm as much a prisoner here as you."

  "I know what happened to the other girls," I said accusingly, releasing her hair and grabbing a short stick from the ground. Pushing the end against her throat, I spat in her face. "This is it, Maria," I laughed. "You've finally met your end."

  "For fuck's sake!" she shrieked, sheer terror reflected in her wide eyes as I pressed the end of the stick harder against her throat. "What the hell are you doing?"

  "I'm going to kill you," I whispered huskily. "I'll drive this stick deep into your throat and..."

  "No, please! Listen to me. You must listen to me."

  "You've got thirty seconds."

  "Reece hasn't killed anyone. There were no other girls. You're the first, you must believe me."

  "I've seen the clothes in the hut."

  "No, you're the first girl."

  "And Donna's the second. Where will it end, Maria?"

  "Donna's..."

  "Donna's what?" I asked, pressing the stick harder against her throat.

  "You're hurting me!" she shrieked. "Let me go and I'll explain..."

  "You're the one with some explaining to do," Reece said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me off the girl. "You've gone too far this time."

  "The bitch tried to kill me!" Maria screamed hysterically, leaping to her feet.

  "Once she's in the den, you can do what you like to her," Reece grinned.

  Maria slapped my face and grabbed me by my throat. "I'll teach her a bloody lesson," she spat, almost choking me. "Trying to escape in Alan's boat, wrecking the power cables, and then trying to kill me...
You'll pay dearly for what you've done, you dirty little whore."

  "Let's get her back to the villa," Reece said, dragging my naked body through the bushes.

  "Back to the villa where she'll meet her fate!" Maria rejoined, slapping my naked buttocks as hard as she could.

  As we neared the villa, I pondered not only on my fate but David's. Had his boat sunk? He wasn't a particularly good swimmer. If the engine had been tampered with and had blown up... Trying not to think about David as Maria slapped my stinging buttocks again and pushed me into the lounge, I shuddered as a blood-curdling scream emanated from the basement. It was Donna, I knew as I was dragged down the stone steps. No doubt she, too, was being punished for my disobedience.

  "This is Christine," Reece said, smiling at a naked blonde. The room was lit by candles. I thought about my candle lover lying beneath my pillow. Would I ever see my bed again? "She's teaching Donna a lesson, as you can see." Her naked body hanging from chains, Donna lifted her head and locked her tearful eyes to mine. "Christine is rather good at correcting the wicked ways of young women, as you'll soon discover," Reece said mockingly. The blonde grinned as she looked me up and down. "Christine's way of thinking as far as sex is concerned is... Let's just say that she has different ideas."

  Her vulval flesh devoid of pubic hair, a gold ring through her swollen clitoris and a tattoo of a skull adorning her naked mons, she appeared to be a most unsavoury character. Wherever she'd come from, I knew that she wasn't Greek. Her breasts firm, her elongated nipples pierced with gold rings, the fair-skinned tart must have been in her late teens. There was evil mirrored in her blue eyes as she stared hard at me. Good at correcting the ways of wicked young women? As she gazed longingly at my vulval crack, I had no doubt in my mind that Reece was right.

  "So this is the little slag responsible for the power failure," she said, painfully pinching my sensitive nipples. "I know exactly how to deal with the likes of her."

  "I'm going to deal with her," Maria broke in.

  "We'll both deal with her," the tart returned. "Get the harness."

  Whatever the harness was, I knew that it would involve pain and sexual degradation. As Maria opened a draw, I watched her pull out a tangle of leather straps and buckles. Reece held me upright by my hair as she began to weave the straps between my thighs, beneath my arms and around my neck and waist. Forcing my arms behind my back as I struggled to escape, she strapped my hands together and secured the buckles. Reece laughed as she returned to the drawer and grabbed something. What horrendous device she was clutching as she stood behind me, I didn't want to know.

  "Hold her still," she ordered Reece angrily as she parted the inflamed lips of my vagina. He pulled my hair up, hurting me as she slipped something over the entrance to my pussy and secured it with the straps. As Reece released my hair, I looked between my thighs at a small funnel pressed between my naked vaginal lips. I couldn't begin to imagine its purpose until she pushed a rubber pipe over the outlet. Where was the other end of the pipe going? I pondered as she stood up and laughed at me.

  "I expect you could do with a shower," she said, running the pipe up my back and fixing the free end to my forehead with sticky tape. Saying nothing as she knelt behind me and yanked the firm orbs of my buttocks wide apart, I realized that I was to endure the worst humiliation yet. "Pass me the rectal ring," she said. Her voice was deep, stern, evil. Chuckling wickedly, Reece took something from the drawer and passed it to the girl. Pushing the object between my weal-lined buttocks, she drove it past the brown portal to my anal canal.

  From the feel of the device and the painful stretching sensations, I guessed that it was a metal cylinder about three inches in length. I dreaded to think what its purpose was, apart from holding the inlet to my rectum wide open. How long I was going to have to endure the web of leather straps restricting my body, I didn't know. Hours, days? What had happened to David?

  "Are you thirsty?" Reece asked, slapping my naked buttocks.

  "No," I replied, turning my head and offering Donna a reassuring smile.

  "I'll force her to drink from the garden hose," Maria said.

  "That won't be necessary," Christine giggled. "She'll drink when she's ready."

  Fixing another funnel to Donna's vaginal outlet, Christine taped the free end of the rubber hose to the top of my head. I wasn't in need of the loo, but I knew that it was only a matter of time before both Donna and I would drain our bladders. My head and face would be drenched, my naked body awash with golden liquid. Degrading as it would be, I could endure it, I reassured myself.

  "Right," Reece grinned, forcing me to sit before Donna. Cuffing my ankles to steel rings set in the wall between Donna's feet, he clapped his hands. "She's all ready for the men."

  "They'll be here soon," Christine murmured. "While we're waiting, she can suck the spunk out of my cunt."

  "Later, she can suck the spunk out of Donna's arsehole," Reece chortled.

  Standing with her feet either side of my legs, she parted her pussy lips and forced her wet sex hard against my mouth. The gold ring adorning her clitoris pressed against my nose, I breathed in the heady scent of her as she ordered me to suck. She squeezed her vaginal muscles, a blend of sperm and girl-juice oozing from her as she grabbed my head. Sucking out the cocktail as she ground onto my face, I swallowed hard. At least I hadn't been thrashed, I thought as she gasped with pleasure. I hadn't been whipped - yet.

  "Set the penis ring up," the girl gasped as her vaginal juices flooded my face.

  "Now that is a good idea," Reece murmured.

  As the tart moved aside, Reece placed a wooden stand beside me. A plastic ring mounted on top of an upright pole a few inches from my wet face, I watched Reece move towards me with his erect penis in his hand. Slipping his purple knob through the ring, he grinned as Christine flicked a switch on the base of the battery-operated device. The plastic ring buzzing, his knob ballooning, I watched his sperm slit in anticipation as he began to gasp and shudder.

  "His spunk will shoot all over your face," Maria giggled. "There are about fifteen guests on their way. One by one they'll use the penis vibrator and spunk all over your face. Of course, you can always wash the spunk off your face by having a piss."

  "You can go to hell," I returned.

  "That's where I've come from," she grinned. "And when I go back, you'll be coming with me."

  "To meet your father?" I asked.

  "What are you talking about?"

  "Go back to hell to meet your father, the Devil."

  "Very funny," she sighed. "But you won't be laughing when you meet him."

  Reece's knob visibly twitching, his sperm shot from his slit and showered my face. Long strands of white liquid repeatedly issued from his throbbing glans, raining over my face as he trembled and gasped in his coming. His orgasmic flow seemingly never ending, I closed my stinging eyes as the salty liquid jetted through the air and showered me. I was going to turn my head to one side, but knew that I'd be severely punished. Was I learning obedience at last? Was Christine the Devil's daughter?

  "God, I needed that," Reece gasped as Alan and Ian entered the den of vulgar sex.

  "They're here," Alan said, his penis inflating as he gazed at my spermed-dripping mouth. "They're stripping off in the lounge and will be down in a minute."

  "Excellent," Christine smiled. "She's ready for a good facial."

  "And I would imagine the lads are ready to give her one."

  "You're a cum-slut," Christine said, pulling my head up by my hair. "A filthy little cum-slut." She released my hair and turned to Alan. "Why don't you slip your cock into the ring and spunk her? Give her a bloody good facial."

  "Good idea," he smiled, fully retracting his foreskin and pushing his purple plum into the vibrating plastic ring.

  Cum-slut. I pondered on the term, recalling David wanking and shooting his sperm over my breasts. A facial? Never had I known such vile and debased people. Perhaps I was a cum-slut. I should have sucked David's pur
ple knob to orgasm and swallowed his gushing spunk. Cum-slut. I wanted Sharon's vaginal entrance pushed hard against my mouth. Girl-cum-slut.

  Watching the slit of Alan's swollen knob in anticipation as he began gasping, I wondered why men came so easily. It must be nice to have a penis, I mused. Whether it be in a girl's mouth or her bottom or pussy, men could fuck and sperm at a minute's notice. Wanking was easy compared to the clitoral massaging I'd been used to. There seemed to be so much more one could do with a penis than a vagina. There again, I had my candle lover. On reflection, I realized that there were plenty of things to do with a pussy. Candles, cocks, tongues, fingers, cucumbers and carrots...

  "Here it comes," Alan breathed as several naked men filed into the room. His sperm gushing from the slit of his knob, raining over my already wet face, he trembled in his debased pleasure. That was the second cock I'd had spunking my face, I reflected as it ran down my cheeks. Another fifteen or so? It was best to get it over with.

  The liquid dribbling into my mouth, I savoured the salty taste. Running my tongue over my lips, I watched a globule of sperm ooze from Alan's slit and hang in a long thread.

  "Next!" Reece beckoned as Alan staggered to one side. The penis swelling before my wide eyes was black. As the swollen knob slipped into the sperm-dripping ring, I looked up at the coloured owner and licked my lips expectantly as I waited for his orgasmic fluid to shower my face. Watching his balls heave and roll, I knew he was about to come, and turned my head as Donna gasped.

  Catching her eye, I frowned as she mouthed something. The top of my head becoming warm, I realized what her problem was - what my problem was. Golden liquid bathing my hair, running in torrents down my face and neck, the men shrieked with laughter as I squeezed my eyes shut. I was being treated worse than an animal. What else could they do to demean me? Urine flooding down my face as the black man began gasping in the beginning of his orgasm, I opened my eyes and gazed in awe as his huge knob swelled further. There was nothing worse they could put me through. Was there?