Sinful Deceit

by Ray Gordon

  "How's it going?" Reece asked.

  "Very well," the old man grinned. "Leave me alone with the girl for a while longer, will you?"

  "Of course. Come and have a drink by the pool when you're done."

  "Thank you. I won't be very long."

  "When you've finished with her, I'll put my plan into action."

  "Oh?" the old man frowned.

  "It's nothing for you to worry about. I've come up with a way to be rid of the little tart once and for all. She'll disappear - without a trace. We'll celebrate her imminent demise. I'll go and pour you a large vodka."

  Chapter Thirteen

  Eager to talk to Reece, the so-called doctor had left me with the huge cylindrical device embedded deep within my inflamed vagina. Alone at last, I drained my bladder. Hoping that no one would hear the splashing between my feet, I was thankful that the rubber pipe wasn't fixed to my forehead. My body bound in leather straps, drenched in Donna's urine and the men's dried sperm, I didn't need another golden shower.

  Feeling positive at the prospect of escaping, it occurred to me that I might be able to overpower the evil little doctor. Once the girls had gone to the other side of the island in search of a trespasser, the doctor would release me and take me to his boat. He was short and slim, and probably not very strong. I'd strike out, push him overboard and...

  There again, he probably wasn't as stupid as he looked. He might handcuff me or... But he'd hardly lead me through the streets of Athens in chains. Even if we travelled by car to his apartment, he'd have to escort me from the boat. A feeling of excitement rushing through me, I grinned as I thought of freedom. But I knew that I had to appear morose. If Reece noticed my elation and suspected that something was going to happen while he was away, he'd make contingency plans.

  Looking at the needle and gold ring lying on the table, I wondered whether Christine had fled the island. After listening to my lies, she might well have decided to make a run for it. I just hoped I'd make my escape before my clitoris was pierced. The weals adorning my body would eventually heal and my pubic hair would grow back, but my pierced clitoris would always be a reminder of the time I'd spent on the island.

  Psychological scars would run deep, I knew. The terrible experiences would be forever etched in my memory. Once back in England, what sort of person would I be? Having endured cold sex in all its crudity, I'd never be able to physically love a man. Or make love to a woman. A tongue, a penis, fingers... Anything entering the tight sheath of my vagina would trigger terrible memories. The taste of sperm or girl-juice would flood my mind with images of debased sexual acts. Never would I be the same again.

  Turning my thoughts to David, I wondered whether his boat had sunk. Reece wasn't a murderer, was he? He was a sad creep, but I couldn't see him killing anyone. There again, he might go to any lengths to escape prison. Shuddering at the thought, I prayed for the escape plan to work.

  Wondering where Reece was going as I tried to eject the massive cylinder from the wet sheath of my aching pussy, it occurred to me that he might be meeting another unsuspecting girl at the airport. How many other men were there in the world like Reece? Perhaps there was a ring who swapped their victims, or sold them into sexual slavery. A terrible thought struck me. The doctor's plan might be a trick. Perhaps Reece was in on the plan, the idea being to take me to the mainland and sell me. But there'd be no need to devise such a scam.

  For all I knew, Reece might change his mind or postpone his trip. The doctor might not be able to visit the island or the girls might decide not to go in search of a trespasser. What if Maria stayed at the villa while Christine went to the far side of the island? What if, what if? My mind in a state of utter confusion, I had to stop thinking about escaping.

  Feeling tired, I wondered whether I'd be allowed to lie down and sleep. My body used several times a day, I desperately needed to rest before enduring the next bout of sexual acts.

  "You'd better eat," Reece said as he entered the room with a tray of sandwiches and fresh fruit. "No doubt you'll be pleased to hear that I'm going away for a couple of days." I remained silent as he placed the tray on the table and released the handcuffs. "I have some business to attend to in Athens. The girls will look after you while I'm gone."

  Grabbing a sandwich, I began to eat. Ham and tomato. I didn't like tomato but was prepared to eat anything. Watching Reece pick up the gold ring, I breathed a sigh of relief as he placed it in a drawer. He picked up the needle and stood before me. His penis was semi-erect, his heavy balls rolling. Was I to suck him to orgasm and drink his spunk in return for the food? More than likely, I concluded as he turned and placed the needle in the drawer.

  "The doctor will be back tomorrow morning to continue with his experiments," he said, eyeing the end of the cylindrical device protruding between the inner wings of my aching vagina. "I'll have gone by the time he arrives, but the girls will assist him." I knew that he was waiting for a response, but I didn't react. "You're probably thinking it odd that we haven't made the videos yet," he continued. "We've been pretty busy, what with repairing the power cables and the visit by the police. But all's well now. When I return from my trip, well, let's just say that your demise is imminent."

  Munching the sandwiches, I took little notice of his threats. But when Reece mentioned my mobile phone, I look up.

  "Maria answered a call," he said. I stared hard at him, wondering whether to believe him as he grinned at me. "It was from your mother. Maria told her you'd gone for a swim. She said you'd both met in Turkey and were having a great time. She also said you'd been unable to ring as your phone had been playing up and none of the call boxes worked."

  As he rolled his foreskin back and forth over his swelling knob, I was sure that he was lying. He'd never have allowed Maria to answer my mobile. Taking a risk like that would have been crazy. I watched his purple plum balloon, sure that I was going to be ordered to swallow his spunk as he wanked his inflating cock. His heavy balls swinging, he breathed deeply as his shaft became fully erect.

  "I expect you're tired," he said as I finished eating the fruit.

  "I'd like to have a shower," I murmured.

  "I'll show you to your room. You'll need a good night's sleep to prepare you for tomorrow."

  He released the buckles and removed the web of leather straps from my sticky body. Yanking the cylindrical device out of my sore pussy, I followed him up the basement steps. I couldn't believe that I was to be allowed the comfort of a bed. I needed sleep to prepare me for my escape the following day, I reflected as we walked through the lounge to the hall. Thank God, there was no sign of the girls. Food and sleep would set me up nicely and give me the strength to overpower the so-called doctor. As I followed Reece up the stairs into a beautiful room, I wondered why he was being so hospitable. I also wondered where the guests were lurking.

  As he ordered me to lie on the bed, I noticed that the mattress was covered with a plastic sheet. I didn't care what he had planned as I reclined on my back and he spread my limbs. Pulling my arms behind my head and cuffing my wrists to the bedstead, he moved to the bottom of the bed and cuffed my ankles. My feet wide apart, the inflamed crack of my vagina gaping, I wasn't particularly comfortable. But I'd have no trouble sleeping.

  As he left the room and closed the door, I wondered how long I'd been held prisoner in the villa. I'd lost track of the days, lost all sense of time. However long I'd been there, I hoped this was my last night. Sleep engulfing me, I dreamed of England and daisy chains. Visitors took tea on the patio. But the child had grown into a woman - a woman whose sole purpose was to entertain guests by performing crude sexual acts.

  I woke with a start and lifted my head. The sun shining, I took in my surroundings as reality filtered into my mind. There were no sounds, no movements downstairs. Had Reece gone? I wondered, looking at the closed door. I was tempted to call out but decided against it. It was best to wait and see what happened. Although I couldn't wait for long as my bladder was full again.
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  "Good morning," Reece smiled as he finally made his appearance. "I trust you slept well?"

  "Yes," I replied. He was dressed in a white shirt and blue trousers. "Are you going now?" I asked.

  "In a short while," he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking the swell of my vaginal lips. "The girls are downstairs. They'll bring you food and..."

  "And what?"

  "They have their plans for you, Kirsty. I think they'll quite enjoy having you all to themselves. Anyway, I'll be back the day after tomorrow." He hesitated, his dark eyes locked to mine. "Don't you want to know where I'm going?"

  "The only place I'd be happy for you to go is to hell," I returned.

  "There's no need to be like that."

  "There's every need."

  "I'm going to arrange your demise, Kirsty," he said sternly. "I haven't finished with you, but you've caused me so much trouble that I have no choice. It doesn't matter because there's another girl on her way to visit her Uncle Jack. Right, I must finish packing," he said, rising to his feet. "I'll see you soon - with the man from... Have fun."

  As he left, I prayed for the doctor's plan to work. Although I thought Reece might be bluffing, I didn't want to hang around to find out. After an hour or so, the girls appeared in the doorway. They were naked with huge grins across their faces. Christine obviously hadn't been deterred by my lies, I reflected as she stood beside the bed. Perhaps it was just as well, I mused. Had she disappeared, Reece might have become suspicious and postponed his trip.

  "We have a surprise for you," Christine said, eyeing my sperm-starched body. "I'll bet you'd give anything to have a shower."

  "Yes, I would," I replied, sure that she was playing games with me.

  "I thought so. It's not so much a surprise but a punishment for lying to me."

  "Lying?" I echoed.

  "All that crap about the police following you and Reece having plans for me. You must think me a fool."

  "I think you're a fool for hanging around here. Still, the choice is yours."

  "Bring them in," she said, turning to Maria.

  Watching with bated breath as a dozen or more naked men filed into the room, I realized that the girls had double-crossed Reece. He obviously knew nothing about this, I reflected as they stood around the bed with their erect penises in their hands. So this was what the tart had meant by my having a shower. What would the doctor do when he arrived? I wondered dolefully. The plan was in ruins.

  Four men kneeling around my head, their huge solid cocks hovering threateningly above my face, I gazed at the swollen globes of their purple knobs. They began wanking, running their hands up and down their veined shafts to bring out their spunk. This was better than being pissed on, I thought as I watched their heavy balls swinging. But I was already reeking of sex. The dried sperm and urine irritating me, the last thing I wanted was a gang of men shooting their spunk all over my face.

  "We've got two days without Reece," Christine giggled. "Two days to do exactly what we like to you." My heart sinking, I knew that the plan was a non-starter. Even if the doctor turned up, he'd not have the opportunity to take me away. Sadness engulfed me as I watched the men wanking. And fear gripped me. The only chance I had now was to convince Christine I'd not been lying. And as for Maria...

  "All come together," Christine said eagerly as one man began gasping. Gazing at the hairy ball bags swinging below the fleshy shafts, I focused on the sperm-slits. Which one would come first? The four knobs were only inches above my face. Pubic curls tickling my cheeks, my chin and forehead, I breathed in the sex-scent of the male genitals. Did all men wank? I wondered, listening to the heavy breathing of men approaching orgasm, the panting and grunting of male masturbation.

  A drop of sperm landed on my nose, although I didn't see which swollen knob it had come from. My eyes darting between each sperm-slit, I focused on one as a long thread of creamy white liquid ejaculated from the swollen glans and landed on my peeping tongue. Another knob exploded in orgasm, the white strands of sperm jetting through the air and finding my open mouth. The other two men gasped as they loosed their orgasmic cream, the spunk splattering my face and streaming down my temples to my ears. The bed bouncing, I let out a rush of breath as a solid penis drove deep into the wet heat of my cunt. I was an object of male desire, a rag doll to be wanked over and fucked. I'd be subjected to crude sex for two days and then...

  "The next four get ready," Christine said eagerly as I watched two of the purple knobs come into contact with each other. As they parted, a strand of sperm hung between them until it sagged under its own weight and finally reached my nose. The white rain finally ceasing, the men were done in their wanking. Licking the salty liquid from my drenched lips, I watched as the deflating penises made way for fresh cocks. More wanking, more swollen knobs hovering ominously above my spermed face waiting to sperm me again.

  I could feel the next wave of male orgasmic fluid coursing down my temples, running into my ears. My blonde hair, already matted with sperm and urine, was awash with spunk again. My eyes stinging, I watched the four purple knobs appear and disappear as the men wanked and gasped in their debauchery. My cunt juices squelched as a man fucked me, his full balls battering my tensed buttocks. I was a rag doll, a shagged doll.

  Sperm pooling on the plastic sheet beneath my head, I thought I'd drown in the stuff as the four men wanked their rock-hard cocks faster. My naked body jolting with the enforced vaginal fucking, I heard a long low moan of male satisfaction as the hugging sheath of my tight cunt filled with spunk. The purple knobs above my face deepening in colour, swelling in the beginning of orgasm, I watched as thin strands of sperm ejaculated from all four slits. My face splattered with male come yet again, the liquid running in rivers down my cheeks and neck, I felt the cocktail of girl-juice and spunk leaking from my spasming cunt.

  The flow of sperm finally stemming, the spent cock withdrawing from my drenched cunt, I lay trembling on the bed as the men clambered to their feet. How much more was I to endure? Another four men knelt on the bed with their penises above my face. How much more sperm was to rain onto me before I'd be left in peace?

  My naked body already beginning to stick to the plastic sheet, I eyed the four fresh knobs hovering threateningly. The men began wanking. I'd never seen a man wank before I'd left David in the lurch, forcing him to do it. Now I'd seen so much it was commonplace. I'd been subjected to every act I could imagine.

  "Come on," Maria urged the men as they wanked faster. "The sooner you spunk the sooner you'll recover and be able to spunk the cum-slut for the second time." Again and again and again, I mused as pubic hairs brushed my sperm-drenched cheeks.

  The sperm jetting from the four purple plums in long threads, I swallowed the viscous sap.

  As the four cocks moved away and the men climbed to their feet, Maria clambered onto the bed with her knees either side of my head. Hovering above my drenched face, I gazed at the unfurling wings of her inner lips. I pushed my tongue out in readiness to penetrate the tight duct of her cunt.

  "Tongue fuck me," she breathed as she lowered her naked body, pressing her hot cuntal flesh over my open mouth. She tasted of sperm, and I knew that she'd recently been fucked. She'd probably had several cocks fucking her tight cunt, spunking over her ripe cervix as she'd gasped in the grip of her orgasm. And now I was to suck her to yet another orgasm while the men watched. My sole purpose in life was to attend the desires of both men and women. It was a life of debauchery, but at least I had a life.

  Pushing my tongue deep into the wet duct of her pussy, I licked the creamy walls of her hot cunt. She writhed and gasped above me as I tongue fucked her vaginal sheath, licked the cocktail of female lust juice and sperm from the sexual centre of her naked body. The lapping and slurping sounds of my lesbian act resounding around the room, I pressed my lips against the sex-wet flesh surrounding her cunt hole and sucked. My mouth filling with the nectar of sex, I repeatedly swallowed the lubricious cream.

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bsp; "Lick my arsehole," she panted, swivelling her hips and aligning the brown entrance to her rectal sheath with my open mouth. My tongue entering her tight duct of illicit pleasure, tasting her inner flesh, I breathed in the musky fragrance of her anal valley. Would David have liked me to tongue his bottom-hole? I pondered as I licked and sucked her anal eye. Would he like me to wank him to orgasm as I tongue fucked his arsehole? I wanted Sharon's bottom, not David's

  The yawning valley of Maria's open cunt above my wide eyes as I licked her brown hole, I watched her juices of lesbian desire trickling over the petals of her inner lips. Her pleasure was increasing, I knew as her sex juices oozed from her hot cunt and dripped onto my face. Teasing the sensitive nerve endings surrounding the delicate portal to her anal duct, I repeatedly pushed my tongue into her tight hole and sucked on her brown ring. She gasped and quivered, her juices of lust decanting in torrents from her fiery cunt as her muscles spasmed.

  "My clit," she gasped, grinding her hips. I could feel the hardness of her ripening clitoris pressed against my wet tongue. Swelling further, her clitoris grew to an incredible size as I tongue masturbated her. She was close to orgasm. Her naked body shaking violently, her gasps now screams of ecstasy, she came with a cloudburst of cuntal fluid. Drenched with the product of her orgasm, I licked and slurped and swallowed. Again and again I snaked my wet tongue over her pleasure spot, sustaining her shuddering climax as she ground hard against my face.

  The hairless lips of my pussy yanked apart, I felt fingers enter my hot cunt. My inner flesh expertly massaged, my juices flowing and trickling over my anal inlet, I knew they were female fingers. The pulsating nub of my clitoris inflating as I sucked and licked Maria's solid passion spot, I desperately needed the relief of orgasm. My cunt attended, my inner lips rolling over the pistoning fingers, my yearning clitoris was neglected. I craved a tongue, longed for fingers to massage my bud of lust and take me to orgasm as I sucked the pleasure from Maria's pulsating clitoris. I longed for Sharon.