Sinful Deceit (11 page)

My orgasm
finally receding, I was looking forward in a fearful way to the
next bout of sex. As Reece finished, emptying his balls, he slowly
extracted his deflating penis from my vagina. I heard the squelch
of the withdrawal, the squelching of sperm and girl juice. He
chuckled as Maria yanked her finger out of my inflamed bottom-hole
like a cork popping out of a bottle. What had he planned next?

"It's time she
had something to eat," he said, opening the door. "I won't be a
minute."

"You can't eat
in that position," Maria giggled, pulling the horizontal beam
up.

I was
desperate to eat as she secured the catches. My body at right
angles to my legs, I watched as she placed a low table beneath my
head. My mouth would be a few inches above the plate. Low enough
for me to eat, albeit like an animal. I didn't care what position I
was in, as long as I had food. As Reece returned and Maria removed
the gag from my mouth, my stomach rumbled in anticipation. I waited
impatiently as they moved about behind me. I heard them whispering
to each other, no doubt making their plans for me. At that time,
I'd have done anything to eat.

"Right," Maria
smiled, lying on the table with her suntanned thighs parted wide. I
gazed at the open valley of her sex-wet vagina, her rubicund inner
folds, the bared entrance to her lust sheath. "You want to
eat?"

"Yes," I
murmured. "But I want food, not..."

"Fresh
cucumber for starters," Reece laughed. I watched as he pushed the
green shaft of the fruit deep into Maria's accommodating vaginal
duct. "Help yourself, Kirsty," he said as I gazed in awe at the
girl's taut inner lips encompassing the huge shaft.

"Eat it out of
my cunt," my hostess giggled. "I'm well juiced, so it should taste
nice."

Lowering my
head, I took the cucumber into my mouth and bit off the protruding
end. Hungry for more, I forced my mouth hard against the warm swell
of her lips and sucked the cucumber out of her creamy vagina.
Eating like a starved dog, the taste of her vaginal juices mingling
with the fruit, I wondered what the main course was. I needed
something substantial. Cucumber was better than nothing, but...

"Eat it all up
like a good girl," Maria smiled, squeezing her vaginal muscles and
ejecting the hot green shaft. I watched the taut skin of her outer
lips part as the cucumber slipped inch by inch out of her vagina.
However humiliating and degrading, at least I'd survive. But this
was nothing in comparison to what was to come, I knew. Her clitoris
emerging between the inverted V where her inner lips fused, I knew
I'd be forced to lick her to orgasm once I'd consumed the pussy-wet
fruit.

Hanging from
my cuffed wrists, I realized how easy it was to lure girls to the
island and use them as sex slaves. Once a girl had landed at Athens
and hopped onto a ferry, it would prove very difficult to trace her
movements. Had Reece done this before? Was I the first, or one of
many? If there had been others before me, where were they?

Swallowing the
last of the cucumber, I watched Maria take the swollen pads of her
outer lips between her fingers and thumbs. Pulling the fleshy
cushions wide apart, she bared the cream-drenched hole to her sex
sheath. I thought that I'd be instructed to lick her there, told to
suck out the juices of her drenched cunt. Moving between my parted
feet, Reece began to push green olives into the girl's vaginal
throat. I counted them. One, two three... Her sex sheath swallowed
at least twelve. I didn't like olives, but that didn't bother
me.

"Eat them,"
the girl giggled. I watched as an olive emerged between her inner
lips. Holding it there for a few seconds, she somehow managed to
suck it back inside her vagina. Again, the olive emerged and I took
it into my mouth before she could tease me. Another one appeared
between the wet petals of her inner lips. I locked my mouth to her
vaginal portal and ate all the olives from her body.

Maria turned
over and lay on her stomach with her naked buttocks just below my
face. As Reece parted the cheeks of her bottom I scrutinized the
tissue of Maria's little anal starfish. I imagined the bulbous knob
of a penis driving past her sphincter muscles and deep into the
heat of her bowels. Did David want to fuck my bottom?

Massaging what
appeared to be butter over the inlet of her anal canal, Reece
produced a peeled banana and pushed the pointed and against her
secret hole. The banana slipping into her rectal duct with
surprising ease, I wondered how far I'd be plunged into the murky
depths of sexual depravity. I'd endured a merciless thrashing and
Reece's penis fucking and sperming my pussy. I'd eaten from Maria's
vagina, and now...

"Eat it,"
Reece ordered me as he pushed the banana deeper into the girl's
anal hole, leaving only the end emerging between the firm orbs of
her buttocks.

"I need the
loo," I said.

"Then, go," he
chuckled, kneeling behind my projected buttocks and parting the
fleshy swell of my outer labia. "I'm ready when you are. Go on,
have a good piss."

"No!" I
returned.

"In that case,
eat the banana."

Lowering my
head, I sucked the end of the fruit into my hungry mouth. I was
starving, and had no qualms about eating from the girl's bottom. My
bladder was full, but I daren't... Taking another bite as she
squeezed her muscles and ejected the banana, my stomach rumbling, I
swallowed the hot fruit. The bittersweet taste was surprisingly
pleasant, and I imagined eating from Sharon's bottom-hole. Would
she enjoy it? Would David like to watch me sucking a banana out of
another girl's bottom?

My meal over,
I wondered what I was to endure next as Maria clambered off the
table and stood up. Would Reece force his erect penis deep into the
tight duct of my bottom and pump his sperm into my bowels? As Maria
released my hands, I managed to straighten my aching body. Her
breasts were well rounded, her chestnut areolae topped with long,
wedge-shaped nipples. I imagined that she was Sharon. I wanted to
suck her nipples.

"That'll do
for now," she said, taking something from a shelf. "We'll take her
upstairs and give her some fresh air." I looked down as she ran a
leather belt around my waist. Wondering what she was doing as she
grabbed two straps hanging from the front of the belt and ran them
between my thighs, I thought it might be some kind of chastity
device. Fixing the straps to the back of the belt, she took two
metal clips from the shelf and knelt before me.

"You'll enjoy
this," Reece chuckled, watching Maria fix the clips to the straps
running either side of my pussy slit. "Not only will you remain
naked, but your fanny will be forever open for our pleasure." My
eyes widening as the girl stretched my outer labia wide apart, I
grimaced as she attached the clips to my fleshy hillocks. The
valley of my vagina held wide open, my clitoris clearly visible,
she stood back and admired her handiwork.

"Now your cunt is open for all to see," she said proudly.
Leaning forward, I focused on the gaping crack of my pussy. I
wondered what she'd meant by
for all to
see
. People were arriving at six. Was I to
act as waitress whilst so blatantly displayed?

Fixing a
leather collar around my neck, Reece grabbed two thin chains and
attached them to my wrists with single cuffs. Fixing the other ends
of the chains to the collar, he ordered me to follow him upstairs.
The chains would only allow me to lower my hands to my hips. I
couldn't reach down and release the clips holding my sex cushions
apart. They seemed to have every horrendous device imaginable, I
reflected, walking up the basement steps. My vaginal valley crudely
exposed as I entered the lounge, I was told to go and sit by the
swimming pool.

"Our guests
will be here at six," Reece said, pouring me a drink as Maria dived
into the pool. "We're going to have a good evening. With you
serving the food and drink, we're going to have a great
evening."

"I'm not
serving food or doing anything," I returned, sitting on a chair by
the pool. The lips of my vagina hurt.

"I really
don't think you have a choice," he said threateningly. "Unless you
want to go hungry..."

"I hate you,"
I spat.

"You might be
wondering why we've clamped your pussy lips apart."

"I know why.
Because you're a sad pervert and she's a filthy lesbian."

"My male
guests enjoy a dip in the pool. They also enjoy a dip in a girl's
cunt. Your cunt is wide open, very wet and ready for as many
fuckings as they wish. Needless to say, my guests are into naked
buttock spanking."

As he dived
into the pool, I sighed and prayed for David to come and rescue me.
I was being repeatedly fucked by several men, my naked buttocks
spanked. My fate was sealed, my body nothing more than a sex
object, my life destroyed. What had I done to deserve such cruelty?
As Reece leapt out of the pool, his bronzed body glistening, he
laughed. Closing my eyes, I didn't want to look at him.

"My male
guests also enjoy anal sex," he chuckled. "Ever had two cocks up
you? One up the front, one up the back and... and I think one or
two in your mouth would be rather interesting. You're going to be
pumped full of spunk, Kirsty. You're going to have so much spunk
pumped into you and over you that you'll drown in the stuff."

"I need the
loo," I said shakily, immediately wishing I hadn't.

"And I need to
watch you going to the loo," he smiled. "Go on, I'm watching. Piss
for me."

"I'd like to
piss all over you!" I returned.

"Oh, you will,
Kirsty. And I'll be pissing all over you. Pissing, spunking...
We'll enjoy everything, believe me."

I'd found my
hell. Lucifer was near.

The first
guest arrived and stood by the pool gazing longingly at my naked
body. He was in his mid-thirties, his bronzed body naked, his
massive penis erect with his purple plum fully exposed. His eyes
were dark, his hair jet-black. I assumed that he was Greek. His
heavy balls rolling, I knew that I'd be taking his sperm. My mouth,
my pussy, my bottom-hole? Which orifice would he violate with his
huge cock?

Reece came out
onto the patio and passed him a drink. I didn't know where Maria
was, and I didn't care. All I wanted was to get out of the prison
of debased sex. The two men began whispering, their eyes glancing
at my nakedness now and then. I felt as if I was for sale. I was a
manikin in a shop window, my body discussed by a salesman. I
dreaded to think what plans the potential purchaser had for me.

"She's not bad
looking," the man said, sipping his drink. The ice chinked
enticingly in the glass. My pink tongue peeped. Feeling thirsty, I
licked my dry lips. "Is she a good cock sucker?" he asked crudely.
"I like a tart who's a good cock sucker."

"Why don't you
find out?" Reece laughed.

"And why don't
you fuck off," I spat. The vulgar words tumbled from my mouth
without my thinking. But then I thought. "Just fuck off."

"She's a fiery
little thing," the man chuckled.

"She'll have
the whip unless she behaves herself," Reece murmured angrily. His
dark eyes glared at me. "Kirsty, you'll do as you're told or you
won't eat for several days."

"I don't want
to eat," I returned.

"Who have we
here?" a second guest asked as he joined us on the patio.

"This is
Kirsty," Reece said, turning to face the naked man. "She's our
waitress for the evening."

"Is that
all?"

"Our waitress,
our plaything... She's here to please, aren't you, Kirsty?"

Wandering
around the pool, wet vaginal crack exposed, I walked through the
grounds to escape the men. Escape? I knew there was no escape, but
I felt easier sitting alone on the grass by the wall. There were no
daisies to chain, but the grass cooled my burning buttocks. I
dreaded another whipping. Perhaps they didn't have daisies in
Greece. They had villa prisons, chains of bondage, leather whips...
But no daisies

At least Reece
hadn't followed me, allowing me some time alone to ponder on my
horrific predicament. Perhaps that was the idea. Give me time to
think, time to realize that the only way to survive was to give in.
Did I have a choice? I either gave my body willingly to the men, or
endured enforced sex. They'd take me whether I was willing or not.
I didn't want to fight or argue. But I didn't want strangers
fucking me. Squatting, I tried to drain my bladder. For some
reason, I couldn't do it. Perhaps I should make one more attempt at
escaping, I reflected, looking up at the high wall.

I tried to
reach the belt around my waist, but it was two inches below my
tethered hands. Neither could I detach the leather collar around my
neck. There was nothing I could do to release the clamps holding my
inflamed pussy lips apart. To reach an island naked was one thing.
But to arrive with the lips of my vagina crudely held apart? Gazing
down at the pink flesh within my wet sex crack, I knew I was to be
fucked by several men. It was inevitable. But as long as I had food
and was aloud to sleep, I hoped I could put up with the sexual
slavery.

"Oh, there you
are," Maria smiled as she rounded the bushes and stood before me.
Her curvaceous body was brown, Mediterranean brown. "You're wanted
by the pool."

"I'm not
going," I returned, gazing at threads of white liquid trickling
between the inner folds of her pussy and running down her legs.

"It's sperm,"
she grinned, her dark eyes following my gaze. "Come on, the men
want you."

"I've told
you, I'm not going."

"Kirsty, you
have to do as you're told."

"Why?"