Sinful Deceit (15 page)

"Right," Reece
said as he threw the door open. Wielding a leather whip, he grinned
at me. "Kneel before the girl," he instructed me.

"No," I
returned firmly.

"Kneel before
her or you'll have the whip." I eyed his penis rising slowly above
his rolling balls. "Kneel and lick her cunt out."

Complying, I
gazed at Donna's swollen vaginal lips, the pink peeping of her
inner petals. Looking up into the blue pools of her wide eyes, I
offered her a smile of reassurance, understanding, sympathy. She
bit her lip and wriggled her hips. I knew that she was in dire need
of the loo and prayed for her to hang on until the monster had
gone.

"Lick her cunt
out," he ordered me again. I felt the tails of the whip running up
my spine like an icy finger. He meant it, I knew as I moved forward
and gazed at Donna's pink valley of desire. I either licked her
vaginal folds, or received the most gruelling punishment yet. And I
doubted that Donna would be spared a severe thrashing. Parting the
swollen cushions of her outer labia, exposing the glistening wet
flesh surrounding the entrance to her virginal sex sheath, I pushed
my tongue out.

"Kirsty," she
breathed. "Kirsty, I..." A globule of golden liquid appearing
between the petals of her inner lips, I moved back.

"Do it,
Kirsty," Reece said sternly. "Lick the juices out of her cunt."

"When I'm
ready," I returned, my eyes focused on the liquid trickling from
her urethral opening.

Hoping that
Reece wouldn't see as the trickle became a steady stream, I moved
as close as I could, my mouth only half an inch from her sex.
Grabbing my head, he forced my mouth hard against her pubic flesh
as the golden liquid flowed. "Drink her piss," he chuckled, holding
me in the degrading position. Warm fluid ran over my chin, rained
over the mounds of my naked breasts and cascaded over my stomach.
Letting go completely, Donna drained her bladder, the golden liquid
spraying overt my face, running in torrents down my naked body and
flooding my vulval flesh.

"This is only
the beginning," Reece laughed as the flow finally ceased. "Now push
your tongue right up her cunt." The tangy taste of urine tingling
my tongue, I entered the creamy sheath of her vagina and licked her
wet inner walls. My clitoris stirring as she sobbed her tears of
humiliation, I wondered at my rising arousal. My face wet, my body
dripping, I realized that I was deriving great pleasure from the
crude lesbian act. Was it pleasure from licking another girl's
vagina? Or had the golden rain sent my libido soaring?

"Fingers,"
Reece said. "Push all your fingers deep into her tight cunt."
Hovering behind me, he watched as I slipped first one and then two
fingers into the slippery duct of her pussy. Pondering on her
virginity, I wondered why her sex sheath readily accommodated my
intruding fingers. There again, just because a penis had never
penetrated her pussy, it didn't mean to say her fingers hadn't.

"And now use
this," Reece said. I turned and faced him, my eyes level with the
solid shaft of his penis. Looking up, I gazed at the thick shaft of
a cucumber he was clutching. "Warm her up by fucking her cunt with
this, and then I'll fuck her with this," he grinned, grabbing his
huge penis and fully retracting his foreskin. Donna whimpered as I
took the cucumber. The cut off end was at least two inches in
diameter, and I wondered whether she'd be able to take it. No doubt
she, too, was wondering.

Parting the
wet folds of her inner lips, I pushed the cut off end of the green
shaft against the pink cone of flesh surrounding the portal to her
tight sex duct. Twisting and pushing as she cried out, I watched
the fruit slip into her tight vaginal cavern. Her inner lips
stretched tautly around the green phallus, clinging to the gnarled
surface as I pushed it deeper into her pussy, I gazed in awe at the
incredibly arousing sight. I almost understood Reece's desires. My
thinking worried me.

Donna's creamy
vaginal fluid running down the cucumber as I pushed it fully home,
my lesbian passion rising, I pondered on the tight shaft of her
bottom. Trying to push the lewd thoughts from my mind, I couldn't
help but imagine my finger entering her there, slipping into the
hotness of her dank anal sheath. I wanted to taste her there,
tongue fuck her bottom-hole. Was I as bad as Reece? A desperate
urge to spank the girl's naked buttocks overwhelming me, I decided
to pretend to side with Reece. If he thought that I was all for
abducting women I might eventually gain his confidence and trust.
I'd have to explain to Donna. Tell her of my plan so that she
wouldn't think badly of me.

"And now her
arse," Reece chuckled. "Push the cucumber right up her arse."
Looking up at Donna, the tears in her eyes, I smiled. She knew I
had to do as he told me. If I didn't she'd undoubtedly have her
naked buttocks whipped as well as me. "Come on," Reece urged me.
"Fuck her arsehole with the cucumber and then I'll fuck her with my
cock."

His crude
words careering around the sexual wreckage of my mind, I slipped
the fruit out of the tight sheath of her pussy and pushed the wet
end between the firm orbs of her tensed buttocks. She cried out,
her tethered body jolting as I forced the warm end of the creamy
shaft hard against her tightly closed brown ring. I was sure that
it wasn't going to penetrate her as she grimaced and squirmed. But
I was wrong. Her brown eye suddenly opening, yielding, I imagined
what it felt like as the green phallus slowly entered the tight
duct of her bottom. The stretching, the filling sensation... I
wanted the shaft pushed deep into my bottom.

"Please, no,"
she breathed as I sank the cucumber deeper into her virginal
rectum. Her tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, her naked body
trembling uncontrollably, I must admit to finding some satisfaction
from my obscene act. Leaving the cucumber emerging between the firm
moons of her buttocks, I rose to my feet and stood before Reece. He
frowned, obviously wondering what I was up to as I took his arm and
led him across the basement. Raising the whip, he was about to
thrash me when I held my finger to my lips and smiled.

"I have an
idea," I whispered. He waited in anticipation, the whip help high
above his head. "Turn her round so that I can get to her bottom
properly."

"OK," he
replied. There was suspicion reflected in his dark eyes.

"Have you
anything bigger than the cucumber?"

"Yes," he
grinned. "The speculum. On the shelf over there."

Following his
gaze, I grabbed the horrendous metal device. "Perfect," I
whispered. "Go and turn her round."

Still
clutching the whip he released Donna's handcuffs and spun her
round. The cucumber protruding between the unblemished globes of
her bottom, I wondered how she'd react to the speculum. I'd be
gentle with her, I decided as he pulled her slender arms above her
head and cuffed her wrists. I'd ease the device slowly into the
duct of her bottom and gently squeeze the levers together. She'd
cry out, I knew. But I had to try and gain Reece's confidence if we
were to have any chance of escaping. I was doing this to help
Donna. Wasn't I?

Kneeling
behind the girl, I slipped the cucumber out of her tight anal canal
and parted the warm spheres of her bottom. Her anal iris partially
open after accommodating the sheer girth of the green fruit, I
pressed the cold steel wings of the speculum against the delicate
brown tissue of her anus and gently pushed. Kneeling beside me,
Reece watched as the chrome wings glided past her tightening
sphincter muscles, opening the chestnut eye of her tight
bottom-hole. Gasping, Donna tensed her buttocks, her hips wriggling
as I drove the device deeper into her rectal sheath. Further I
pushed the thing, forcing her anus wide open. The steel wings in
place, deep within the dank heat of her anal canal, all I had to do
was squeeze the levers together.

"Go on, then,"
Reece urged me. Hesitating, I didn't want to hurt her. The cucumber
was about two inches in diameter, but the speculum opened a lot
further. Gently squeezing the levers together, I watched in
amazement as the girl's bottom-hole began to open. I could see
inside the dank tube of her rectum, the velveteen walls glistening
as I opened her further. As her whimpers became screams, I knew
that I should stop. But I couldn't help myself as I continued to
squeeze the levers. Fascination and arousal gripping me, I opened
her anus further, gazing into her rectum as the delicate sheath
distended.

"No more!" she
finally cried. "Please, no more!" Even Reece grabbed my wrist as I
continued to squeeze the levers. Did he have some compassion? Did
he feel for the wretch? He released my wrist as I glared at him. I
knew that I was gaining his confidence. Soon, he'd believe me to be
his ally, look upon me as his partner in the sex crimes rather than
his prisoner. Eventually, he'd allow me complete freedom of the
island, and then... It was early days.

"Kirsty,
please!" the girl screamed as I opened her rectum further. Reece's
frown spoke to me. There was a message in his dark eyes. He wanted
to have fun with the girl and me, but there were limits even to his
tastes. The girl again begging me to stop only drove me further,
goaded monstrous desires lurking deep within my subconscious. I
wanted to see how far I could open the eye of her anus. I wanted to
peer deep into the estuary of her anal inlet. "Stop her, for God's
sake!" she screamed.

Grabbing my
arm, Reece forced me to release the levers. The girl's inflamed
anus closing around the steel wings, I wondered why he hadn't
allowed me to go further. He'd no qualms about the whip, so why
stop me from using the speculum? Pushing him away, I grabbed the
levers again and began to squeeze. "No," he whispered, clutching my
arm again. As he pulled the speculum out of her burning bottom-hole
and stood up, I rose to my feet.

"I'll be back
later," he said, taking the speculum with him as he left the room
and closed the door.

"Kirsty!"
Donna yelled as the door lock sounded. "What the hell did you think
you were doing?"

"I had no
choice," I lied. "He said that he'd thrash us to within an inch of
our lives unless I used the speculum."

"Why did you
take him to the other side of the room and whisper to him?"

"I was... I
was begging him to release you. I said that, if he let you go, he
could do what he liked to me."

"I would have
thought that he'd do what he liked to you regardless."

"I'm sorry,
Donna. I was only thinking of you."

"No, I'm
sorry. I'm sorry that I came here. I should have listened to
you."

"Listen to me
now. I'm going to make out that I'm on his side, that I really
enjoy abusing you. If I can gain his trust, I might find a way to
get us out of this."

"I was
beginning to think that you were enjoying my pain as much as he
was."

"Of course I
wasn't." Was I?

The terrible
truth was that I had enjoyed her pain. Had Reece not taken the
speculum with him, I know that I'd have used it on Donna again. I
was changing. Changes around me changing things within me. Trying
to convince myself that I was only doing this in order to make
Reece believe that I was his ally, I asked Donna whether she was
OK.

"Hardly," she
murmured. "How are we ever going to escape?"

"We will,
believe me."

"Does anyone
know that you're here?"

"No."

"Someone must
have an idea where you are?"

"No one knows.
I was coming with a friend, but she couldn't get a flight. As far
as I know, she made it to Athens but..."

"Someone's
coming," she interrupted me. "Kirsty, someone's coming."

"Now what does
he want?" I sighed, hearing footsteps approaching.

"And then
there were two," Maria smiled as she opened the door and gazed at
Donna. "Reece wants to talk to you, Kirsty. He's by the pool. I'll
amuse myself with our new victim while you're gone."

Leaving Donna
in the vile hands of Maria, I climbed the basement steps and made
my way through the lounge. I could see Reece standing by the pool.
His penis was stiff, his purple glans swollen in arousal. Did he
want me to suck him? As I approached, he waved his hand at a chair
and then pointed to a drink on the table. Taking my seat, I smiled
at him, praying that my plan was going to work.

"I had to stop
you," he said, sipping from his glass. "I didn't want you to tear
the girl open."

"I didn't
think you cared," I returned.

"I don't. But
I do want her in one piece for the video session. After that you
can do what you want for all I care."

"I want to
thrash her," I said. "Thrash her until she screams with the
agonising pain."

"Quite the
little sadist, aren't you?"

"That's me.
You know, I was looking forward to this holiday. I was hoping to
have a lot of sex, get laid and fucked senseless every day. But I
never thought I'd have the pleasure of several men, and a couple of
girls."

"How come
you've changed? I mean, when you first arrived..."

"I wasn't sure
about you. I didn't know where you were coming from. You see, I'm
used to being in control. Back home I'm known as thirsty Kirsty.
Spunk thirsty Kirsty."

"Then why the
concern for that tart when she first came here?"

"I told you, I
like to be in control."

"Reece," Maria
called from the lounge. "A word in your ear."

As he joined
her, I grinned. I felt smug, proud of myself. They were probably
discussing me, my joining them in their debauchery. My dream of
escaping was becoming reality. But I had some way to go before
Reece would allow me to use his boat. A hell of a long way to go.
I'd have to tell Donna to protest wildly. I'd be gentle of course,
but she'd scream as if I were abusing her. No doubt I'd find my
limit. If I had one.