Sinful Deceit (13 page)

"No!" I cried
as the girl turned the tap on. The cold water gushing into my
bowels, filling me, I gasped and writhed on the table. Finally
issuing from my stretched bottom-hole, the water sprayed in all
directions, splattering the naked bodies of my chuckling audience.
What had I become? What had become of my life? Far removed from the
safety of England, my boring job, my mother, David and his mundane
life...

"I'll take her
arse once you've washed her out," a man laughed. The cold water
still jetting from my stretched anal ring, I desperately needed the
loo. The lips of my vagina held wide apart by the metal clips, my
urethral opening bared, I knew that I had to hold on. An audience
of naked men watching me, gazing at the blatantly exposed sexual
centre of my naked body, I daren't allow my bladder to drain. I
couldn't endure the humiliation, the sad degradation. As Reece
pulled the hose out of my bloated anal sheath, the water gushing
from my open hole and splattering like a waterfall onto the ground,
I knew that I had to hold on.

"Yes!" the men
cried in unison as my bladder began to drain. The golden liquid
spraying from my bared urethral opening like a shower of rain, my
face flushing, I closed my eyes and turned my head to one side. I
felt Maria's hand between my legs, massaging the golden liquid over
my naked vulval flesh as it issued in torrents from my small
outlet. This was humiliation and degradation at its lowest. There
wasn't one part of my naked body that remained secret. Everything I
had was blatantly on display. Even the once private draining of my
bladder had become a degrading public act. The flow finally
stemming, the warm liquid trickling down between the firmness of my
buttocks and splattering onto the patio, I knew that my disgrace
and debasement had barely begun.

"And now for
her arse," the young man said with an eagerness that frightened me.
He yanked the wet orbs of my taut buttocks wide apart, exposing the
secret entrance to my flooded rectal tube. I could feel his bulbous
knob pressing against the eye of my anus, trying to gain entry to
my bowels. I was nothing more than a naked body with holes to be
fucked and filled with sperm. My every orifice was nothing more
than an aperture to be crudely used by men to satisfy their base
desires and drain their heavy balls. I was a sex slave.

"Right in!"
the man chuckled as his shaft glided into my water-filled rectum.
His girth stretching me, bloating me, impaling me, I wondered how
many more men were to have me that evening. Would tomorrow evening
bring another group of men all eager to fuck me? Tomorrow evening,
the day after, the week after...

The penis
stretching my bottom suddenly withdrawing, I felt the ring of my
anus hugging the ridge of his glans. Holding his cock there, he
grinned as he gazed at the lewd sight. I tried to picture the brown
tissue of my bottom-hole stretched wide open to accommodate his
huge glans. Never had I scrutinised my anus, let alone inserted an
object, and I couldn't imagine the sight. I wondered whether Maria
had read my mind as the solid cock drove deep into my bum and she
clambered onto the table. Her knees either side of my head, she
held the cheeks of her bottom apart.

"Who's going
up my arse?" she giggled in her crudity. A willing young man moving
behind her with his erect penis waving from side to side, I watched
as he lubricated his knob with the juice between her pussy lips. I
could clearly see her tight ring yielding as he pressed the glans
of his cock between her buttocks and drove his hips forward. My
eyes wide as my own rectal sheath was repeatedly pistoned by the
intruding cock, I watched the man's bulb sink into the girl's
bottom.

"Keep going,"
she murmured, his solid organ driving deeper into her tight bottom.
Her delicate brown ring slowly expanding as his broadening shaft
entered her, I gazed in awe as he completely impaled her. His heavy
balls swinging above my forehead, I instinctively opened my mouth
as she lowered her naked body and forced her dripping vaginal folds
hard against my face. Sucking the juices of desire out of her hot
sex sheath, the salty taste of fresh sperm lingering on my tongue,
my naked body rocked as the penis within the duct of my bottom
pistoned faster.

I could feel
the sperm gushing into my bowels as the man gasped in his debased
pleasure. The penis shafting Maria's tight bottom hole quickening
its crude fucking motion as the heavy, sperm-laden balls swung to
and fro, I felt my clitoris swelling and pulsating in the
beginnings of an orgasm. I needed desperately to come, but again
daren't show my pleasure by allowing my orgasm to erupt. Orgasms
come with love, not lust. I managed to hold back until sperm jetted
from Maria's tight brown ring, splattering my face as I sucked her
open sex entrance and swallowed her copious flow.

My climax
shaking my naked body as sperm oozed passed the massive cock
driving in and out of my inflamed anus, I fervently sucked on
Maria's vagina and drank her orgasmic fluids. I'd come in lust. On
and on my pleasure rolled through my trembling body, my clitoris
pulsating intensely, my vaginal milk flowing between my inner lips,
sperm seeping from my fucked bottom. More seepage running down the
penis fucking Maria's bottom and dripping onto my flushed face, I
was awash with spunk.

My climax
finally waning, I lay shuddering in the aftermath of my incredible
pleasure as the penis within my sperm-brimming anal duct slowly
withdrew. The cock leaving Maria's bottom-hole, sperm dripping all
over my face, I watched as she swivelled her hips and aligned her
anal entrance with my open mouth. Reaching behind her back and
lowering her trembling body, she parted her buttocks and pressed
her anus against my mouth.

"Suck it all
out," she ordered me. "Suck his spunk out of my arse." Complying, I
sealed my wet lips to her sperm-bubbling anal ring and sucked as
hard as I could. My mouth filling, the warm liquid swirling,
bathing my tongue, I swallowed. Again, I sucked the sperm out of
her rectal tube, sucking and swallowing until I'd completely
drained her. The bittersweet, salty taste lingering on my tongue, I
gasped for breath as she clambered off the table and stood gazing
at me.

"You did
well," she praised me. I offered her a slight smile, hoping that
I'd be given food. "But not well enough."

"What do you
mean?" I asked, surprised.

"Have you ever
had two cocks up your cunt?"

I shuddered at
the thought. "No," I murmured, wondering whether it was
possible.

"Then, it's
about time you did."

"We'd better
give her a good hosing down first," Reece said. "The filthy tart's
covered in spunk and piss. We'll clean her up and then spunk her
again."

Was I a filthy
tart? I didn't know what I was.

Watching as he
grabbed the garden hose, I pondered having two penises driving in
and out of my pussy. The water spraying me as the girl turned the
tap on, cleansing my naked body, I realized how naive I was. I'd
had no sexual experience, other than David using my vagina to
deposit his sperm when he felt the need. If I ever returned to
England, I'd at least know all there was to know about crude sex.
Perhaps I'd lure the barman to the woods and teach him all I'd
learned. But I knew in my heart of hearts that the chances of my
ever setting eyes on England again were extremely remote.

A bell
ringing, Reece dropped the hose and looked at his guests. They
began whispering, some dashing into the house in what appeared to
be a state of panic. As Maria released my ankles and helped me off
the table, I asked what was going on. Saying nothing, she almost
dragged my naked body through the lounge and down the steps to the
basement. Leaving me in my bewilderment, sperm oozing from the
inflamed holes between my thighs, she turned in the doorway.

"I'll bring
you food later," she said, slamming and locking the door. I could
hear voices in the villa above, shouting, panicking. The bell
obviously meant that something was wrong, but what? Was it warning
of an intruder? Had someone tried to climb over the wall or the
gates? Perhaps it was Sharon. She'd somehow discovered where I was
and had alerted the police and... No, I knew it wasn't Sharon.
She'd be on her way back to England, thinking how terrible I was
for deserting her.

Sitting on the
floor, my open vaginal lips becoming sore, I wondered what was
happening above me. I also wondered how long I'd have to wait until
the girl brought me food. Feeling faint, I knew that I had to eat
something substantial before long. Perhaps I'd be forced to eat out
of her vagina again, or her hot anal canal. I didn't care where I
ate from, as long as I had food. Rising to my feet and pacing the
floor for what seemed like an hour, I held my breath as I thought I
heard someone coming.

Straining my
ears as the voices grew louder, I just managed to make out that
Reece had been down to the jetty to have a look. Guessing that a
boat had arrived, triggering an alarm, I realized how secure the
island was. The only way to escape was to swim. But I had to get
over the wall before I even thought of swimming, let alone in which
direction. People must visit the island uninvited, I reflected.
Holidaymakers hiring a boat might well see the jetty and decide to
take a look around the island. Perhaps I could hide in the
undergrowth and wait for a passing boat. Perhaps this, perhaps
that...

"No," I heard
Maria say agitatedly. She must have been close to the basement
steps. "It's too risky." Walking across the basement, I pressed my
ear to the door.

"We've got to
do something," Reece said.

"We do
nothing. She's quite safe down there. No one's going to get into
the grounds, let alone the basement."

"I don't like
it, Maria. The last thing we need is..."

"None of us
like it."

"What if it's
something to do with her?"

"The chances
of that are a million to one against. Go back to the others and
I'll check on her."

As the door
opened, I watched the girl carry a tray of food towards me. Cheese,
ham, potatoes, fresh salad, bread and a bottle of orange juice. My
mouth watering as she placed the tray on a small table in the
corner of my cell, I forgot about escaping and began to gobble the
food like a starving dog. Slurping the orange juice, I stuffed
bread into my mouth, ignoring Maria as she stood and watched
me.

"Happy now?"
she asked.

"Mmm," I
mumbled through a mouthful of bread.

"As you might
have gathered, we had a slight panic earlier."

"What was it?"
I asked.

"Nothing you
need worry about."

"Someone
coming to look for me, no doubt."

"No one knows
where."

"They might
not know exactly where I am, but they'll be closing in. Didn't
Reece tell you that I made a call on my mobile from the ferry?"

"I... Er...
Yes, he did."

"He didn't
tell you, did he? He doesn't believe me, but that doesn't bother
me. The point is that people are looking for me, in this area, as
we speak."

Her dark eyes
frowning, she left me to my food and slammed the door shut. She was
worried, I knew as I heard the lock click. Whoever had triggered
the bell seemed to have caused worry enough, and what with my
lie... She'd be telling Reece, saying that she believes my story.
He'd be pacing the floor, panicking. Perhaps I could do a deal, I
mused as I ate my food. They let me go, and I'll say nothing. No,
they'd not trust me to keep quiet.

I looked at
the wooden fame, wondering how many girls had been tethered to it.
Perhaps I was the only one. Leaning against the wall as I finished
eating, a tear rolled down my cheek.

I was left
locked in the basement for the night. Having slept on the floor, my
naked body aching, I desperately needed to have a bath or shower.
The sperm between my thighs had become starchy, my vaginal valley
sticky. I was still hungry, but not starving. Wondering where
everyone had got to, I clambered to my feet and paced the floor.
Would there be other guests arriving that evening? I tried not to
think about it.

Hearing
movements in the villa above, I wondered whether the guests had
stayed for the night. They might demand early morning sex, an early
morning fuck. Shaking my head despairingly as I looked down at my
naked breasts, I sighed. I was eighteen-years-old. I should have
been enjoying life, having fun, not... not imprisoned on a Greek
island as a sex slave. Where was my life taking me? Hearing someone
approaching the door, I lifted my head.

"Good
morning," Reece smiled as he entered the basement. "I'm sorry you
had to sleep down here, only..."

"Only, someone
came looking for me," I smiled.

"No one came
looking for you, Kirsty. I was going to say that... It doesn't
matter. The point is that the sun is shining, breakfast is ready
and the bathroom's all yours."

"And what do I
have to do in return?" I asked sarcastically.

"You'll
see."

As I left my
cell and was about to follow him up the basement steps, I noticed
another door, dreading to think what was behind it. My thoughts
turning to food, I climbed the steps and walked through the lounge
to the patio. Looking up at the clear blue sky, feeling a sense of
freedom, I breathed in the fresh morning air. Hoping the guests had
gone, I needed a day to relax and rest by the pool. I knew I'd be
called upon to perform again with more guests, but I needed time to
recover from the previous evening.

"Eggs and
bacon?" Reece asked, standing naked before me as I sat on a chair.
"Or would you like to take a shower first?"

"I'll have
breakfast before a shower," I murmured, wondering at his
hospitality.