Sinful Deceit

by Ray Gordon

  Spying through the foliage as the music played, I couldn't believe my eyes. To my delight I could see several men on the beach. They were wearing swimming trunks, laughing and joking as they swigged from beer cans. Meat sizzled on a barbeque, a boat lay on the sand. This was no trap, I knew as I watched them from my hide. It was a wonder they hadn't been discovered. Lady Luck was on my side, I thought, emerging from the bushes and walking quickly towards them.

  "What have we here?" one asked, his dark eyes focused on the lips of my pussy.

  "I have to get off the island," I cried, wondering where to begin my story. "Please, you must take me to..."

  "Have a drink," one laughed, passing me a can of beer.

  "No, you don't understand," I returned angrily. "I want..."

  "We understand only too well," he laughed. They were drunk. "We know exactly what you want."

  "No!" I screamed as they surrounded me, their hands wandering over my curves, seeking my crevices.

  "Don't play games," someone breathed. "You came here to get fucked, that's pretty obvious."

  Pulling me to the ground, they began kissing me, feeling me, touching my feminine places. My struggles were futile against the power of their bronzed muscular bodies. They mauled me, reeking of beer as they laughed about fucking a little native girl on the beach. Fingers invaded the sheath of my wet vagina, a solid penis pressed against my hip. There were five of them, five hard cocks eager to fuck me, five silky knobs ready to spunk up my cunt.

  As my writhing body was pinned down to the hot sand, I relaxed. A penis entering my vagina, I knew I was to be used like a rag doll yet again. I'd lost all faith. I'd lost all hope. My vaginal juices squelched, heavy balls battered my buttocks as the swollen knob pummelled my cunt. But wasn't that what I'd wanted?

  "She's a right little slut," one man laughed as he pressed the purple plum of his cock against my mouth. "Suck it, bitch!" Opening my mouth, I took his glans inside and sucked. Once they'd drained their balls and the alcohol had worn off, I'd get them to take me away from the island. I could tell them I had an apartment in Athens and they were welcome to come and stay. I could say that... I had to endure their fucking before talking to them.

  Wondering whether Reece and his gang would discover me as another swollen knob tried to gain entry to my bloated mouth, I knew I had to satisfy them as quickly as possible. Sucking on the two salty knobs as my cunt was fucked hard by a huge cock, I squirmed as a finger rudely drove deep into my anal canal. Yet another gang bang, I reflected as a second finger forced its way past my tight bottom-hole and thrust deep into my inflamed rectum. More cocks, more sperm...

  My hips lifted clear of the ground as the two knobs drove to the back of my throat, I felt a third finger penetrate the tight duct of my arse. My clitoris licked by a wet tongue, the erect nipples of my breasts sucked and bitten, I shuddered as a rush of desire rocked me. I didn't want to be a whore-slut, a cum-slut. I loved the crude sex, but was desperate to cling to my femininity.

  "Coming," the man fucking my tightening cunt gasped as he repeatedly drove his huge knob in and out of my squelching sex sheath. I could feel his sperm gushing, lubricating the enforced pistoning, oozing between the stretched flesh of my inner lips. The fingers pistoning my anal canal finding their rhythm with the thrusting cock, my body shaking violently, I choked as my mouth suddenly filled with spunk. Swallowing hard as the knobs spurted their orgasmic cream to the back of my throat, I thought I'd choke. Spunk flowing down my bloated cheeks, my nipples painfully bitten, my cunt fucked and spunked, my arse painfully finger fucked... Had I found my domain?

  "What about me?" a man asked. "I want a fuck too." Drinking from the orgasming plums bloating my mouth, I again hoped it would be over before I was found and taken back to the villa for a good thrashing. I'd get more than a thrashing for trying to escape yet again, I knew. The spunk overflowing from my mouth and running down my cheeks, I gasped for air as the knobs withdrew. The penis leaving my vagina, I licked my lips and waited for the next man to fuck me and drain his balls. It would soon be over; I consoled myself as a cock drove deep into my spunked vaginal sheath. Two more men to go, and then freedom. More than a thrashing? God, I'd be...

  The penis slipping out of my pussy, I wondered what was happening as I was hauled up and forced to get on all fours. A man crawling beneath me and lying on his back, I thought that my sex holes were to be fucked and spunked simultaneously. I could take it, I knew as laughter filled the air. This was nothing in comparison to what I'd endured in the villa of sin. My naked body jolting as the man beneath me forced his solid cock into the tightness of my bottom, I knew I could take anything.

  Another man kneeling behind me and forcing his glans against the stretched brown ring of my bottom, I gasped as his swollen knob slipped past my anal sphincter muscles. Two solid cocks embedded deep with in my hot rectal sheath, I squeezed my eyes shut as the illicit double fucking began. My anal duct stretched to capacity, inflamed and burning, I cried out as someone forced a finger alongside the cocks. I was sure that the delicate tissue of my bottom-hole would rip as a second finger thrust into my arse. My buttocks yanked wide apart, the portal to my anal canal painfully expanding, I begged for mercy as another finger managed to enter my bloated rectum.

  "No!" I screamed as my eye of my bottom suddenly yielded. I was sure that my arsehole had torn open as my pelvic cavity inflated with the rock-hard penises and invading fingers. The juices of my cunt spurting over my inner thighs, my head lifted by my hair, another erect cock drove deep into my gasping mouth. Fingers entering my pussy, massaging the walls of my cunt, I moaned through my nose as someone pulled and twisted my sensitive nipples.

  Trembling as the three cocks fucked me, I wondered whether Donna would stumble across the gang bang and fall prey to the wicked men. Heavy balls pressing against my chin, a swollen knob driven to the back of my throat, my lips hugged the base of the huge organ. I could barely breath as the cock repeatedly withdrew and rammed into my wet mouth. I could taste sperm and a tang of urine as I breathed in the scent of the man's pubic curls. Would they piss on me once they'd finished using me?

  My mouth flooding with spunk as the man gasped, my clitoris exploded in orgasm. Shockwaves of sexual bliss transmitting deep into my contracting womb, my naked body alive, I drank from the knob fucking my mouth until I'd drained the man's balls. All three men finally slowing their fucking rhythm, gasping in the aftermath of their coming, they finally withdrew their deflating members. Rolling to one side as the fingers slipped out of my sated cunt, I lay on my back on the hot sand panting for breath.

  "We'd better go before someone comes looking for the slut," one of the men breathed fearfully.

  "I'll put the things in the boat," another said. "And we'll get the fuck out of here."

  "Take me with you," I gasped, spitting sperm from my mouth.

  "You must be joking!" someone laughed.

  "Please, you must..."

  "What, and have you cry rape?"

  "No, no I won't. Let me explain."

  "For fuck's sake, let's go!" another called, pushing the boat out. "Leave the slag there and get in the fucking boat!"

  "Please take me with you!" I cried, dragging my aching body up and staggering towards the boat. "Drop me off at any island; just get me away from here!"

  "No way."

  "I've been stranded here for weeks. Please, you can't leave me here to die!"

  Stranded?" one echoed, standing before me. "What do you mean?"

  "This island is deserted. I've been stranded here without a boat and..."

  "Are you coming or what?" a man called as the others clambered into the boat.

  "Please, don't leave me!"

  "I... I have to," he said, turning to his friends as they called again. "I have to go."

  "Please! I'll die!"

  Running through the water, he leaped into the boat as the outboard engine burst into life. Dropping to my knees, I watched as the boat grew smaller with distan
ce, leaving a white trail in its wake. That was it, my last chance gone. Turning, I looked at the trees and decided to hide in the undergrowth like a hunted animal. It was only a matter of time before I was found and returned to the villa to take my punishment. It was only a matter of time before I was returned to my life of sexual slavery. And when Reece got his vile hands on me...

  Flopping to the ground beneath the trees, I lay my head on a patch of grass and closed my eyes. I fell into a deep sleep. Dreams of Sharon haunted me. Dreams of her vaginal lips, shaved, smooth, tasting of her juices. In my dreams I saw David fucking her arse, sliding his erect cock in and out of her bottom as she giggled and writhed. She was unfaithful to me. David was a bastard.

  Exhausted, completely drained, I must have slept for hours. When I woke dusk was falling. I had to spend the night in the wood, I knew as I climbed to my feet and walked across the warm sand towards the lapping water. At least no one had caught up with me, I reflected, cooling my feet in the dark waters.

  Reclining, submerging my naked body, I looked up at the stars. My hair floating, I wondered whether Sharon was looking at the stars. Perhaps she was lying on her back beneath the night sky - with David fucking her. Perhaps David was lying on the ocean floor, the stony stare of his grey eyes forever transfixed on the rippling surface of the sea high above him.

  Shuddering at the thought, I ran my fingers through my hair, washing away the spunk and piss and sweat of debased sex. Resting my head on the sand in the shallow water, the calm sea whispering to me, I wondered where Donna had gone. Had she tried to swim to her freedom? Perhaps the cruel sea had taken her. Had she joined David in his watery grave? Or was she back at the villa laughing and drinking with her accomplices? Almost falling asleep to the sound of the lapping water, I leaped to my feet and looked about me.

  There was a light, a small light shimmering on the horizon. Was it coming from another island? I wondered. It blinked, on and off, on and off at irregular intervals. It was a boat, I was sure as I gazed through the dark at the twinkling light. A boat bobbing up and down in the distance. A fishing boat? I pondered. If only they knew that I was standing on the shore praying to be rescued. If only.

  Walking up the beach, I sat on the sand and watched the light. It was growing bigger, I was sure as I strained my eyes and peered through the darkness. The flickering less frequent, the light brighter, the boat was heading towards me. But there'd be no way I could attract attention. Shrouded in the dark, all I could do was call out once the boat was nearer. But the engine would drown my cries, and the sea would drown my chance of freedom.

  The minutes passed and the light grew bigger. I could hear the distant throbbing of an engine. Was it Reece? I wondered, leaping to my feet. Or one of the men out looking for me? The boat was heading for the shore, not passing the island, and I wondered whether to run for it. Dashing into the bushes, I crouched and watched. If I fled, I might miss the chance of being rescued. If I hung around... "Shit," I breathed, not knowing what to do as the engine stopped and the boat grounded in the shallow water.

  A figure jumped out of the boat and waded towards the beach. In the dark, I couldn't determine whether it was a man or a woman, let alone who it was. The figure stood motionless for a few minutes and then walked along the shoreline. Eyeing the boat, I wondered whether I'd be able to push it out to sea and start the engine before whoever it was came back. The figure melted into the dark and disappeared. Now was my chance.

  Running across the soft sand, I waded through the water and tried to push the boat. It was stuck in the sand and wouldn't move. My hands shaking, I looked at the beach but couldn't see anyone. Pushing the boat again, I grinned at it slipped off the sand and drifted away from me. The water splashing as I chased after it and tried to clamber aboard, I was sure that the owner would come running. Finally managing to climb over the side, I lay still on the boards, listening, wondering.

  Sitting at the wheel, I couldn't see what I was doing and felt around for a key or button to start the engine. Silently cursing as the boat gently rocked, I came across what felt like a switch and flicked it. A light coming on at the top of the mast, I flicked the switch again but I was too late. A man was shouting, the water splashing as he dashed towards his boat. I found a button and pressed it. The engine burst into life and throbbed, the boat began to move.

  "Fuck," I breathed, turning the wheel as the boat headed for the shore. The man reached the side, shouting and swearing as he began to climb aboard. He grabbed me from behind, his wet hands gripping my wrists and pulling my arms behind my back. I didn't struggle as he turned me round to face him. There was no point in putting up a fight, I knew as he swore at me and called me a fucking whore.

  Chapter Fifteen

  "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the man asked as he released me. "Trying to steal my fucking boat..."

  "Who are you?" I panted, brushing my hair away from my face.

  "Don't you recognize me? I was on the beach earlier with the others. For fuck's sake. I come back here to rescue you and you try to leave me stranded on the fucking island."

  "I'm sorry," I gasped, realizing that he was the one who had hesitated when the others were leaving. "I thought you were... Do you have anything I could put on? I'm getting cold."

  "No, I don't," he replied irritably. "I'll take you to the island I'm staying on. I have a place on the beach, there are some clothes there."

  Sitting down, I held onto the side of the boat as we moved off. Freedom at last, I reflected, wondering whether this was another trick as we headed out to sea. This was no trick. The man had obviously found some sympathy in his heart after gang raping me. Gang raped, mouth fucked, arse fucked, cunt fucked, spermed... But that was all behind me now. All I could think was that freedom lay ahead.

  Listening to the sound of the engine, the sea air blowing through my wet hair, I couldn't stop smiling. I'd have to go to the British Embassy, and the police. But first, I wanted to linger in a hot bath and find some decent clothes to veil my aching limbs. A drink, a good meal, a rest... I'd get to see Sharon again after all. I'd love her, lust her. And as for David...

  "OK," the man said as we finally arrived, my naked body jolting as we bumped into the jetty. "My place is straight up the path. You go on while I moor the boat." Clambering onto the jetty, I followed the moonlit path to a white building. With potted plants dotted around the patio and towels hanging on a makeshift washing line, it looked like a holiday home. I wondered where the man had come from. He could have been English, I pondered as I opened the door and walked into an airy lounge, but he had a slight accent. Wherever he was from he was my knight in shining armour, despite what he'd done to me.

  "I'll find you something to put on," he said as he entered the room and closed the door. He was wearing shorts and a white T-shirt, his muscular body bronzed by the Greek sun. Recalling him mouth fucking me, I wondered why he'd had a change of heart. Perhaps even the wicked have a streak of goodness in them. Apart from the likes of Reece and his accomplices.

  "Like a drink?" he asked, wandering into the kitchen. "I've only got beer."

  "That's fine," I replied, sitting on the sofa. "Are you on holiday?"

  "Yes," he smiled, returning with two cold cans of lager. "So, tell me all about yourself, what you were doing stranded on that island."

  "It's a long story," I began as he sat in an armchair opposite me.

  "We thought you were a native of the island. When you came up to us with nothing on, we assumed you wanted..."

  "Yes, I understand," I interrupted him, realizing that any man would have done the same in his position. "I suppose I asked for it by walking around naked." My thinking had changed. I believed that it really was my fault. In my nakedness, was I asking for it again? "You said you'd find something for me to wear."

  "Yes, I will in a minute. Are you from England?"

  "Yes, I am. And you?"

  "England, originally," he brushed his dark hair back with his fingers. "I've liv
ed and worked in Italy for ten years now."

  "Do you have a phone?" I asked, suddenly realizing I should call my mother.

  "No, I don't. We're lucky to have electricity on the island, let alone a telephone."

  "I'll put something on and then go to the police station. I have to report..."

  "There's no police station here," he interrupted me with a chuckle. "In fact, there's sod all on this island. In the morning, I'll take you to the neighbouring island. That's where I get my supplies from. There's a police station there. And a few shops and a telephone."

  "Could you take me there tonight?" I asked hopefully.

  "There's not enough fuel in the boat. I've enough to get there but I won't be able to get back. I'll fill up when they're open in the morning. You'll have to spend the night here, I'm afraid."

  "OK," I sighed, wondering how safe I'd be spending the night there. "Where are your friends?" I asked fearfully.

  "Don't worry, they're not here," he smiled. "I'll go and find something for you to wear."

  As he left the room I reclined on the sofa. My nakedness didn't bother me. I'd been used to displaying myself. I'd been subjected to so much nothing bothered me any more. Once back in England I'd have to try to find some kind of normality. I'd have to try to get into a routine, make new friends and even find another job. A fresh start was what I needed. Unless Sharon... A fresh start with Sharon.

  I decided not to tell my mother what I'd been through, or Sharon. No one need know what horrendous sexual ordeals I'd had to endure. It certainly wasn't worth telling the newspapers. The last thing I wanted was publicity. If David was around, then I'd have nothing to do with him. Perhaps I could pick up where I'd left off, I mused. Carry on as if nothing had happened. But I doubted I could pretend what I'd endured hadn't happened. My mother would realize I'd changed. Sharon would know something had happened while I was away.