Sinful Deceit (10 page)

"And what do I
have to do in return? Commit vulgar sexual acts to satisfy your
kinky desires?"

"Kirsty,
Kirsty," he sighed. "You're eighteen-years-old. You have a
wonderful body. All I'm asking is that you masturbate for me. You
have a beautiful pussy. Every woman in the world has a pussy. It's
not as if I've never seen a naked woman before. And I'm not asking
you to do anything that you've not done before."

"It's not like
that. A woman's body is private, only to be shared with someone she
loves."

"And when you
masturbate..." He looked down at my naked sex crack and smiled.
"All women masturbate, Kirsty. When you masturbate, do you share
that with someone you love? Or do you do it alone?"

"I share it
with someone I love. Me."

"That's
ridiculous." He locked his dark eyes to mine. He was angry again.
"You have two choices, Kirsty. You either behave and do as you're
told, or..."

"Or what?"

"Let's not
talk about that. I want you to come and meet a friend of mine. Her
name's Maria. She's a nice girl."

"I doubt that
very much. What's the den?"

"I should have
guessed that you'd be listening. The den is... Come with me and
I'll show you."

"No, I
won't."

"Kirsty, if
you want something to eat, then come with me."

Following him
into the lounge, I knew I was walking into a trap. But I was hungry
and also intrigued by the girl. Perhaps she was compassionate. When
she saw me and realized my plight, she might take pity on me. There
again, I very much doubted it. Becoming used to my nudity as I
followed Reece down a flight of stone steps to the basement, my
nipples becoming erect in the cool air. I was no longer
embarrassed, only fearful. But, whatever my fate, it couldn't be
too bad I tried to convince myself. Masturbating and feigning
orgasm wouldn't be too embarrassing. Walking through a door into a
well-lit room, I realized how very wrong I was.

"Welcome to
the den," the girl grinned. I gazed at her naked body, the shaved
lips of her vagina, the swell of her breasts. Horror engulfed me.
"I'm told that you won't cooperate, Kirsty. Is that correct?"

"I... All I
want..." I stammered, looking at the chains and whips hanging from
the walls. All I wanted was to go home.

"Take a good
look round," she grinned. "This is where we deal with those who
won't cooperate." She moved across the room to a large,
square-shaped wooden frame. "The whips speak for themselves," she
said, waving her hand at the walls. "But this..." She pointed at
the frame. "As you can see, handcuffs are attached to each end of
the horizontal beam. Handcuffs are also attached to the bottom
section. The two upright posts are hinged in the centre, enabling
me to bend my victims over."

"No!" I
screamed as Reece grabbed my arms from behind and frogmarched me
across the room. "Let me go!"

"It's no good
protesting," he said as he raised my right arm high above my head.
As I struggled to break free, the girl cuffed my wrist to the top
of the frame. He was right, protesting was futile. There was
nothing I could do to save myself.

"This is used
for correcting those who misbehave," the girl informed me, grabbing
my other arm and cuffing my wrist.

"Please..." I
whimpered, my hands high above my head. "Why are you doing this to
me?"

"Because you
won't cooperate," Reece chuckled, pulling on my right leg and
cuffing my ankle to the base of the frame. "Maria is an expert when
it comes to breaking girls. She's never failed yet." Grabbing my
other foot, he parted my legs wide and cuffed my ankle to the base
of the frame. "That's it," he grinned. "You're ready for
Maria."

"She's not a
bad specimen," the girl remarked pensively, running her fingertip
up my anal crease. "Give me an hour and she'll be eating out of
your hand."

"Out of my
trousers," he laughed, slapping my buttocks.

As the girl
stuffed a gag into my mouth, I knew that my fate was sealed. A
million thoughts drifted through my head. Where was Sharon? Had she
returned to England and told my mother that she'd not been able to
contact me? What would become of me? Maria's fingertip teasing the
brown tissue encircling my bottom-hole, I squeezed my eyes shut. No
one could save me. I was at the mercy of my captors. No one knew
where I was, let alone that I was in trouble.

"We'll begin
with a spanking," Maria said, running her palm over the smooth
globes of my naked buttocks. Releasing two metal catches on the
upright posts, she grabbed the horizontal beam and lowered it until
my hands and feet were on the floor, my buttocks were projected.
Unable to kneel because my feet were wide apart, I shuddered as
Reece squatted behind me and scrutinized the swell of my vagina
lips blatantly displayed beneath my bottom-hole. The most private
part of my body rudely exposed, this was degradation in the
extreme.

"She has well
formed outer lips," he remarked, stroking the fleshy swell of my
sex cushions. "As you said, she's a fine specimen."

"You've done
well, Reece," the girl said. "Your meticulous research has paid
off."

"I knew I
couldn't go wrong with this one. She has relatives scattered all
over the world. An Uncle Jack making contact out of the blue
wouldn't generate suspicion."

"She might do
for our schoolgirl videos," the girl murmured. "She's looks the
part."

"Now there's a
thought. I can see it now. We'll dress her in a gymslip and white
ankle socks and plait her hair in ribbons. She'll wear navy-blue
knickers, of course. The teacher comes in and catches her with her
hand up her skirt. He places her over his knee, pulls her knickers
down and spanks her."

"Sounds good
to me," Maria giggled. "A nice little money-maker."

"Of course,
she'll end up with the teacher's penis up her fanny."

"Undoubtedly."

"And her
arse."

As they talked
about me as if I wasn't there, I realized the full horror of my
predicament. I shouldn't have jumped on a plane without finding out
exactly where I'd be staying. To fly to Greece at the invitation of
a man whom I knew nothing about was naive, to say the least. This
was my fault. I'd been stupid. I should have checked... My rounded
buttocks crudely yanked apart, my naked body jolted as I felt a
tongue licking the sensitive brown tissue surrounding the once
secret opening to my rectal sheath.

"Reece," Maria
sighed. "I thought we were going to begin with a spanking."

"I just
couldn't resist it," he chuckled, pulling my buttocks further apart
and crudely pushing the tip of his tongue into my tight
bottom-hole.

"You can do
what you like with her after the spanking."

"When you've
taught her a lesson, I'm going to sink my cock deep into her
beautiful arse and fuck her," he said, rising to his feet.

My heart
racing as I imagined him forcing his huge penis into the tight
sheath of my bottom, I began to tremble as cold fear gripped me. It
was obvious that he was a lech, but to sink to such sexual
depravation was horrendous. I'd never dreamed of taking a penis
into my bottom-hole. I'd never seen or touched another man's penis,
only David's. The thought of a man abusing my anal canal sickened
me, and terrified me. Reece was a monster, an evil monster.

My tethered
body jolting as a leather strap landed squarely across my tensed
buttocks, I moaned through my nose. The pain permeating the
firmness of my naked bottom, I felt my vaginal juices seeping
between the delicate wings of my inner lips as the strap again
flailed my stinging nether cheeks. Tears streaming from my eyes as
the gruelling thrashing continued, I wondered what else I'd have to
endure during my so-called holiday. This was only the beginning, I
instinctively knew. First, the whip. And then anal sex and then...
I couldn't even imagine what horrendous ordeal I'd be put
through.

Again and
again the leather strap flailed my burning buttocks. My naked body
convulsing wildly, my long blonde hair matted with perspiration, I
squeezed my eyes shut as the flesh of my bottom burned like a
furnace. I couldn't endure much more, I knew as the strap
repeatedly cracked loudly across the stinging orbs of my bottom.
Crack after crack resounded around the basement until I thought I'd
pass out with the agonising pain. Gagged and unable to scream, I
could only pray for my captors to give me some quarter and halt the
beating. My prayers had never been answered in the past.

Thoughts of
Sharon filtered into my tormented mind as the ruthless thrashing
continued. I was pleased she'd not come with me. She'd have been
handcuffed and forced to endure a thrashing. I couldn't have
watched a girl as beautiful as her suffering sexual torment. Would
I ever set eyes on her again? Would I ever see my mother or David
again? All I could do was pray that someone would come searching
for me. Perhaps God would have pity on me. I should have gone to
church when I was young. Was this punishment for turning my back on
the church? I'd been cast into the eternal fires of the villa from
hell.

"That's enough
for now," Maria said. She dropped the leather strap to the floor
where it lay like snake with fangs bared ready to pounce. My tensed
globes of bottom stinging, tears streaming from my eyes, I wished I
could scream. Trembling like a leaf, I waited in fear and
trepidation as I heard movements behind me. I wanted to be a leaf
blowing high and free on the wind. I should have been a bird.

My eyes
closed, I daren't look as my jailers busied themselves behind me. I
didn't want to know what they were doing, what appalling plans they
had in store for my defenceless body. Completely vulnerable to
their every whim, I felt I was nothing more than a naked body to be
used. I wasn't looked upon as a person with feelings and
emotions.

The swollen
lips of my pussy pulled apart, I felt the bulbous knob of Reece's
erect penis stabbing at the entrance to my defenceless vagina. He
drove his broad shaft deep into my tight sex sheath, the globe of
his swollen glans invading my femininity, violating my naked body.
Only David had driven his penis into the sanctity of my pussy, but
now... "She's very tight," he murmured as his hairy scrotum pressed
against the wet flesh of my parted vaginal lips. I felt his lower
belly meet my burning buttocks, his warm hands gripping my naked
hips. Our genitals were locked, my fidelity shattered.

Fidelity? I'd
made love with Sharon. Did that constitute infidelity? Let no man
put asunder. A female tongue, female fingers... No, I hadn't been
unfaithful to David. Perhaps I should have been. Perhaps I should
have experienced sex with another man, taken another man's sperm
into my vaginal throat. At least I'd have gained experienced in my
own time rather than suffer enforced sexual acts in all their
crudity.

The penis
invading my vagina withdrew and then thrust into the cushiony
sheath of my sex duct again. There were squelching sounds, my
juices squelching within my hot love sheath. I could feel his balls
as they swung to and fro, battering the swell of my taut outer
lips. His lower belly repeatedly slapped the crimsoned flesh of my
whipped buttocks. I was being fucked. Fuck. I didn't like the word.
It sounded crude, vulgar. But what other word described the
indecent and vulgar act I was being forced to endure? I was
enduring an enforced fucking.

His swollen
plum driving in and out of the wet heat of my vagina, repeatedly
pummelling the creamy softness of my cervix, I finally opened my
eyes. Above his swinging balls his pistoning shaft was wet,
glistening with the juices of my pussy. I watched the folds of my
inner petals clinging to his veined member, dragging in and out, in
and out. The sight aroused me, but fear still engulfed me. I knew
that my bottom-hole would be violated next. And then... And then, I
dreaded to think.

"While you're
enjoying her cunt, I'll attend her sweet bottom," Maria said
huskily. I heard her moving about as Reece continued to thrust his
solid penis in and out of my drenched pussy. The rounded cheeks of
my buttocks suddenly yanked apart, I jumped as a fingertip
encircled the brown tissue within my anal gully. I was nothing more
than a sex object, I knew as the fingertip slipped past my
sphincter muscles and delved into the fiery heat of my rectal duct.
As her finger drove slowly along my anal canal, massaging the inner
flesh of my bottom, Reece increased his pistoning rhythm. Never had
I known that such incredible sensations existed. The two orifices
between my legs crudely violated by strangers, the hot juices of my
penis-inflated pussy spurting from my stretched vaginal entrance
and spraying my inner thighs, I did my best to hold back my orgasm.
I didn't want them to know the immense pleasure I was enjoying. I
didn't want to admit the heavenly sensations to myself, let alone
my captors.

"Here it
comes," Reece breathed. I could feel his sperm, deep into my vagina
it rushed, filling my tightening sheath. I watched the sperm
bubbling from my sex hole and stream down my inner thighs as he
crudely fucked me. Mingling with my juices of arousal, the rivers
of white liquid flowed down my legs, dripping onto the floor and
forming a pool of sex. My naked body jolting with every thrust, my
anal canal crudely pistoned by a girl's finger, I stifled my
whimpers as my own climax erupted within the swollen nub of my
pulsating clitoris.

Again and
again shockwaves of pure sexual ecstasy rolled through my trembling
body. My entire being centring on my vagina, my pulsating clitoris,
I thought I'd never recover from my drug-like state. The sensations
from my anal duct rippling throughout my tethered body, I wondered
why I'd never explored my secret hole. Not once had I ventured
between my firm buttocks, teased the sensitive rosebud of my anal
inlet, penetrated my hot anal sheath. When I'd told David that I
wanted him to lick me there, I hadn't meant it. I was simply trying
to shock him. But now? Would Sharon finger my rectum? Would she
lick the brown portal to my bowels? I imagined licking her anal
inlet, teasing her there with the tip of my wet tongue. Wondering
at the taste of her secret hole, I was sure that I'd never see her
again. If only I'd... If only.