by Ray Gordon
My tethered body rocking back and forth, his swinging balls slapping the swollen pads of flesh rising either side of my juice-drenched sex valley, I tensed my anal muscles as he gasped and grunted in the beginning of his orgasm. His sperm finally jetting from his swollen cock-head, lubricating the enforced illicit fucking, he repeatedly thrust into my arse with a vengeance. He was right. He really was giving me an arse fucking I'd never forget.
"You're a good arse fuck," he gasped as his spunk jetted deep into the dank cavern of my hot bowels. "I'll fuck your arse every day." My juices of lust squirting from my vaginal opening and running down my naked thighs, his sperm oozing from the inflamed eye of my anus, I tried not to think of what the future held.
"God, you're a tight-arsed bitch," he breathed as he pumped the last of his sperm deep into my bowels, draining his swinging balls. "Reece's loss is my gain." My eyes opened wide at the sound of his name. Reece. Reece. But I hadn't mentioned his name to Gary. Racking my brains, I was sure that I'd not uttered his name. I thought back to the gang bang on the beach. Had I mentioned the evils man's name? No, I knew I hadn't. Gary obviously hadn't realized his mistake as he made his last thrusts into my anal canal. What was going on? What part was Gary playing in the deepening mystery?
As he withdrew his spent penis and lay panting on the floor behind me, I decided to play games of confusion. I'd tell him that I'd overheard Reece talking about cutting down the numbers, doing away with some of the male guests. Doing away with... Killing off. Or I could say that Reece was packing up and moving away. In my muddled thinking, my spunked thinking, I didn't know what to say or do. It was best to play it by ear, I decided as Gary finally climbed to his feet.
"That was pretty good for starters," he said. "Once I've trained you, you'll be an excellent sex slave."
"And you'll be dead," I said without thinking.
"What do you mean?" he asked, clutching my hair and lifting my head up. "What the fuck do you mean?"
"It was just something that I overheard Reece talking about."
"What did he say?"
"Why don't you ask him what his plans are?"
"Because... What are you talking about? I don't know the man."
"Don't you?"
"I'd never heard of him until you mentioned him."
"You have nothing to worry about, then."
"No, no I don't."
As he released my hair and left the room, I dragged my aching body up from the floor and sat on the sofa. Sperm oozed from my anus, from my arse-fuck hole. Gary probably had a phone, I reflected. And fuel in his boat. Lies, tricks and deceit. He was obviously working for or with Reece. But what was the idea of taking me to another island? Was this another psychological game? If so, to what end? Games usually produced winners. Who was going to win what in this game?
Gary, if that was his real name, walked into the room and stared hard at me. I wondered what he was thinking as he cast his eyes over the gentle curves of my naked body. What was he planning? He grabbed his can of beer from the table and took a gulp. Was he contemplating beer can-fucking my arsehole? If he blew his mind with alcohol, I might be able to untie my hands and make my escape. Crossing my legs as he focused his dark eyes on the inflamed slit of my pussy, I smiled at him.
"It'll be good staying here with you," I said. "Reece was a terrible man. There was a male guest who stayed late one night. He annoyed Reece and ended up drowning in the swimming pool."
"Drowning?" he echoed, taking another swig from the can.
"Reece drowned him. I saw it from the balcony."
"You didn't mention it earlier."
"He held the man's head beneath the water with his foot. I didn't tell you as I was trying not to think about it. Reece seems to have no qualms when it comes to... I haven't told you the half of it. Some of the things that evil man did were..." I hung my head as I broke off. Snivelling, I looked up at Gary again. "As I was saying, I'll be good staying here with you."
Leaving the door open, he went out into the dark of the Greek night. Was he hoping that I'd try to escape? Did he want me to disappear into the night so that he could deny all knowledge of me? It might have been possible to escape from the island. But there was no escaping from myself. You are what you think you are. I thought that I was a cum-slut. I was what I'd become. Wasn't I?
Chapter Sixteen
I'd slept on the sofa with my hands tied behind my back. Feeling uncomfortable, my body aching, I opened my eyes and gazed through the open door at the sun-bathed beach. Where was Gary? I pondered as I struggled to sit upright. Had he returned to Italy? Perhaps he'd gone to the island to tell Reece where I was. Climbing to my feet, I wandered through the door and looked up and down the coast. Nothing but sand and blue water met my bleary eyes. The place was deserted.
Noticing that Gary's boat had gone, I wriggled my hands in an effort to slip out of the rope. My efforts were futile, the bonds were too tight. But I had to free myself. This was the best chance yet I'd had of escaping. It wouldn't be long before Reece and his accomplices arrived to take me back to the island of hell. The best chance I'd had of making my escape? This was probably my last chance.
Acutely aware of sperm oozing from the inflamed hole of my rectal canal, I turned to go into the house in search of a knife. Once my hands were free... My heart almost stopped as I looked up and found myself face to face with a man standing in the doorway. His hands on his hips, his beady eyes grinning, the doctor stared hard at me. I opened my mouth to speak but couldn't utter one word. Frozen to the spot, I gawked in disbelief as he turned and went into the lounge.
"So," he said as I tentatively followed him. "We meet again, Kirsty."
"What..." I began, my heart racing, adrenalin coursing through my veins. "What are you doing here?" I finally managed to ask, wondering whether or not he was alone. "Where did you come from?"
"You were sleeping when I arrived so I went into the kitchen to make coffee. Reece sent me to get you, to take you back to the villa."
"Where is he?"
"In his villa, waiting for you."
"I thought he'd gone away."
"He returned early. When he discovered that you'd gone, he blew his top."
"How did you know that I was here? It was Gary, wasn't it? Gary went running to..."
"Gary? Who's he?"
"He's the one who brought me here. He knows Reece so don't make out that you..."
"Most people round here know Reece. And they're all terrified of him." He started into my eyes again. "Including me."
"So, how did you know where I was?"
"You were supposed to take my boat to make your escape. When I went down to the jetty and saw the boat, I assumed that you were in hiding somewhere on the island. Why didn't you take the boat as we'd planned?"
"I... I had another idea."
"An idea that didn't work. I thought you'd be hanging around the shore, so I returned late at night to look for you. I was heading along the beach and saw you leaving in a boat with some bloke. It was dark but I knew it was you."
"So, you followed us?"
"Yes. I raced back to my boat and followed you here. I've been anchored a few hundred yards off shore all night. When I saw the man leave I came to find you. My boat's hidden in a bay not far from here."
"I'm glad you're here," I breathed, turning my back to him. "Release me and let's get the hell out of here."
"You won't try anything?" he asked, untying my hands.
"I just want to go," I said, rubbing my aching wrists as the rope fell to the floor. "I want to go to your apartment. That was the deal, wasn't it?"
"Yes," he grinned. "Yes, that was the deal. OK, let's go."
Slipping into the shorts and T-shirt, I followed the doctor along the beach to his boat and we made our getaway. I knew what he had planned for me and was more than willing to go along with him, until the time came to make my move. Once I'd escaped from his apartment in Athens, I'd go to the British Embassy and they'd get me home.
If Reece did have someone working for him in England, I'd undoubtedly have some trouble. But I'd just have to cross that bridge when I came to it. With all I knew I could put Reece, Maria and Christine behind bars. And the doctor.
Thinking of Sharon as salt water sprayed my face and hair, I pondered the wet heat of her tight pussy, the pink inner folds of her vagina. A cock twitching and throbbing in orgasm, or the delicate folds of wet lips surrounding the vaginal entrance, encompassing the nub of a clitoris? I knew what I wanted. The long hard shafts of penises with their bulbous knobs had their uses. No doubt I'd suck sperm from orgasming knobs now and then, maybe take one into my cunt and have it fuck me. But it was the juice of love flowing from Sharon's beautiful cunt that was the nectar of sex for me. Her clitoris ripening beneath my sweeping tongue, her naked body writhing as I fingered and massaged the tight sheath of her love-soaked vagina, her orgasm exploding within my gobbling mouth... My own juices of desire seeping between my inner pussy lips, I stood up and looked across the stretch of blue water that lay before me.
There was land in the distance. Was it Reece's island? I didn't know whether or not to trust the doctor. He wasn't a doctor, that was for sure. He was a sad, ageing creep. Did he really believe I'd live in his apartment as his sex slave? Did he think that I'd suck him off and swallow his spunk and let him fuck me and... Surely, he knew that I'd run the minute I had the opportunity. Run where? To England, to my mother, to David... To Sharon.
"We're almost there!" the doctor called, turning to face me. I smiled as the land grew bigger. High-rise buildings emerged from the shimmering haze. Trees, houses, cars... It was Athens, I knew as we headed towards a marina. Civilisation at last. People, shops, markets, the hustle and bustle of life... As the boat veered away from the marina and followed the coastline, I guessed that we were going to moor somewhere away from prying eyes. Perhaps he had a car parked somewhere away from the marina. I'd have a shower when we reached his apartment. I'd play his game until I'd had a decent meal and...
"Well," the doctor murmured, switching the engine off and leaving the wheel. The boat rocking gently, the sun beating down, he sat opposite me and forced a smile. He looked worried, anxious - guilty. Perhaps he was thinking about Reece, what the man would do if he discovered that he'd taken me to Athens. Something was troubling him, I knew as he hung his head.
"What happens now?" I asked.
He looked up at me and forced another smile. "Donna works with Reece," he said sullenly.
"I thought as much. And Gary?"
"No doubt he knows Reece. Most people round here know him, or know of him."
"Were there other girls? I mean, before me?"
"No, there were no others."
"I found some clothes in a hut. Skirts and panties and..."
"I've known Reece and the others for years. You were the first."
"That's a relief," I sighed.
"Kirsty..." he began. "Kirsty, this is goodbye."
"Goodbye?" I frowned. "What do you mean?"
"You're being picked up soon," he replied, looking at the shore.
"And taken to your apartment?"
Averting his gaze, he looked out to sea. I assumed he'd found some empathy in his heart for me and was giving me my freedom. I supposed he knew it was only a matter of time before I left him. He must have arranged for me to be taken to the marina.
"You're not going to my apartment, Kirsty," he said.
"Thank you," I smiled.
"Thank you?" he echoed. "No, no you..."
"Keep away from Reece, he's no good. When I'm back in England, I'll..."
"No, you don't understand."
"You're letting me go, aren't you?"
"I've... I've sold you, Kirsty."
"Sold me?" I gasped in disbelief.
"A man... I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Right, that's it!" I screamed, lunging at him.
"No, don't!" he cried, the boat rocking as I lashed out at him. "It's no use, Kirsty! What's done is done." He looked at the shore as I grabbed his arm. "It's too late, for Christ's sake."
"Is that him?" I asked, watching a boat speeding towards us.
"Yes, yes it is."
I stood motionless for several seconds as the boat approached. I didn't know what to do. There were markets buzzing with people only a few hundred yards away. Freedom was no near. Finally deciding to make a move, I dragged the doctor from his seat and managed to find the strength to throw him overboard. He looked up at me as he surfaced. He was evil, I knew as he swam away. Reece was evil, the doctor, Maria, Christine... Dashing to the steering wheel, I turned the key and started the engine. Pushing the lever forward, the boat moving off and picking up speed, I looked behind me. The doctor was being pulled out of the water by the man in the other boat. I had a head start. It was only a few minutes, but I had a head start.
Turning the boat, I headed for the marina. There were people there, safety in numbers. I felt like a girl in a James Bond film as I raced towards the marina with the other boat closing in behind. What was I going to do? Knowing my luck, I'd crash into a jetty. Turning the wheel, I headed straight for a section of the beach. Grounding the boat, the engine stalling, I turned and looked out to sea. The other boat slowed, the men watching as people came running towards me.
I thought that was the end of my horrendous ordeal in Greece as a man helped me out of the boat. People surrounding me and asking whether I was all right, I thought I was safe at last. The doctor and the other man heading towards the marina, Reece unable to touch me, all I had to do now was get back to England.
Taken to a local taverna by the man, I sat at a shaded table while he ordered me a drink. This was how my holiday should have been, I reflected, gazing at the suntanned faces of the other customers. They had no idea of the ordeal I'd been through. As far as they were concerned, I was just another holidaymaker. I should have been sitting outside a taverna with Sharon. She'd have been wearing a bikini top, her nipples clearly outlined by the flimsy material. I wanted to squeeze her breasts, suck her nipples and... She'd be naked beneath her short skirt, her vagina yearning for my tongue.
"You drink," the man smiled, placing a glass on the table. Sipping the clear liquid, I coughed and grimaced. "It is good," he smiled.
"God, what is it?" I asked, my lips burning. "It tastes like petrol."
"Firewater," he chuckled. "Firewater good for you."
"If you say so," I returned disbelievingly, placing the glass on the table. "Can you tell me where the British Embassy is?"
"Why you want embassy?"
"I have to get back to England but I don't have a passport. I have no money, either."
"No passport, no money... Where you staying?"
"I'm not. It's a long story. I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name's Kirsty."
"I Nicky. You stay with me until you sort out passport, OK?"
"Thank you. I need clothes and..."
"No problem. I live not far. You have drink and we go."
"I leave drink and we go," I smiled.
"No problem."
Walking along the narrow street, the hot cobbles burning my naked feet, I felt a wave of relief roll through me. Reece couldn't track me down now, I was sure. He might order his man in England to deal with me, to shut me up, but I'd go straight to the police the minute I landed at Gatwick Airport. Civilization, I thought happily, watching the holidaymakers milling around the gift shops.
"I live here," Nicky said, climbing the stone steps running up the side of a white building. Following him, I was looking forward to taking a shower and enjoying a decent meal. And sleeping on a bed knowing that I wouldn't wake up to find my body in chains with depilating cream smeared over my vulval flesh. To wear decent clothes, and panties, would be a luxury, I reflected as I followed Nicky into his apartment.
"You have a nice place," I remarked, wandering out onto a balcony overlooking the street.
"You are hungry, yes?" he called.
"Very."
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"You wait here. I go to market and we have fish. You like fish?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Use bathroom if you need," he said as I joined him in the lounge. "Through there. I not be long."
As he left, I wandered into the bathroom and slipped out of the shorts and T-shirt. Pulling a plastic curtain back, I marvelled at the shower as if I'd never seen one before. It was strange to think that something I'd taken for granted over the years was now a luxury. Stepping into the shower, a feeling of elation engulfing me, I pulled the curtain across and turned the tap on. Closing my eyes as the warm water cascaded over the gentle curves of my naked body, trickled down the valley between the lips of my vagina, I felt my clitoris swell. Should I masturbate? Running my fingertips over the smooth plateau of my stomach, I stroked the pink hood of my passion spot. The beautiful sensations transmitting deep into my quivering womb as I massaged the fleshy protuberance faster, I began to gasp. Nicky might return at any minute and hear my gasps of female orgasm, I reflected. Dragging my fingers away from my vaginal crack, I decided to wait until I could masturbate undisturbed.
Grabbing the shampoo bottle, I lathered my hair, washing away the sand and seawater. At home, I'd showered every day. I'd lost count of the days I'd been held prisoner on the island, the times my naked body had been spunked on, pissed over. There had been times when I'd thought that I'd never be allowed to wash properly. Times when I'd thought that I'd not have a living body to...
"Is that you, Nicky?" I called, hearing movements in the lounge. Wondering what sort of fish he'd bought, I took the soap from the shelf and lathered the fleshy folds of my pussy. Massaging between my rounded buttocks, paying particular attention to the eye of my anal inlet, I decided to eat and drink until I was bloated. After a good sleep, I'd visit the embassy and make arrangements to fly home to England.
"What have we here?" a female voice asked as the plastic curtain was ripped off the pole. Turning, I screamed as Christine and Maria grabbed my arms and yanked me out of the shower. Forced onto my knees, I couldn't believe what was happening as my head was painfully pulled up by my hair. How had they found me? I wondered fearfully. Had they followed me from the beach? Perhaps they'd seen me at the taverna. Staring into Christine's cold eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks, I was sure that the end had come. Was Nicky involved? I pondered as Maria slapped my face. Had he called the girls?