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Authors: Ray Gordon

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The liquid
dribbling into my mouth, I savoured the salty taste. Running my
tongue over my lips, I watched a globule of sperm ooze from Alan's
slit and hang in a long thread.

"Next!" Reece
beckoned as Alan staggered to one side. The penis swelling before
my wide eyes was black. As the swollen knob slipped into the
sperm-dripping ring, I looked up at the coloured owner and licked
my lips expectantly as I waited for his orgasmic fluid to shower my
face. Watching his balls heave and roll, I knew he was about to
come, and turned my head as Donna gasped.

Catching her
eye, I frowned as she mouthed something. The top of my head
becoming warm, I realized what her problem was - what my problem
was. Golden liquid bathing my hair, running in torrents down my
face and neck, the men shrieked with laughter as I squeezed my eyes
shut. I was being treated worse than an animal. What else could
they do to demean me? Urine flooding down my face as the black man
began gasping in the beginning of his orgasm, I opened my eyes and
gazed in awe as his huge knob swelled further. There was nothing
worse they could put me through. Was there?

"Yes," the man
gasped as the flow of urine finally ceased and his spunk shot into
my mouth. I watched the white liquid streaming from his knob-slit
as the shaft of his cock visible twitched with every pump of his
orgasm. Issuing in long threads, the spunk landed in my hair, ran
down my cheeks, dripped from my chin and bathed my urine-drenched
breasts. My naked body dripping in male come and Donna's piss, I
wondered whether I'd be allowed to wash. Doubting it very much as
the man's black cock continued to pump out its white spunk,
splattering my face with the slippery liquid of orgasm, I licked
the urine and sperm from my lips.

"Next!" Reece
laughed as the man's sperm-dripping knob slipped out of the buzzing
ring. Another erect cock hovered before my face, the purple head
swollen in arousal as the owner placed it in the vibrating ring, I
turned my thoughts to David. Had he made it safely to another
island? There were too many unanswered questions. What had Reece
done with the others? Why risk inviting David to the villa when he
could have sent him on his way at the jetty? Why had no one come
looking for Donna? Having gone to all the trouble of luring me to
the island, why hadn't Reece waited for Sharon to arrive and
dragged her into the den? No one would know where she was any more
than they knew where I was.

The purple
plum visibly pulsating only inches from my face as Reece pushed my
head further forward, I pondered on Donna. There'd been no sign of
her boat. Had Reece dragged it away, there'd have been marks in the
sand. Unless he'd driven it around the island and moored it
somewhere. The boat must have had an engine. There was no way Donna
would have rowed from another island. Thinking back, I realized
that I'd not heard an engine when she'd arrived. And why did she go
to the villa when I'd not only warned her about Reece but she'd
seen what he'd done to me?

Feeling uneasy
about Donna as the gasping man's penis twitched and his spunk
rained over my face, I recalled Reece's concern for the girl when
I'd been eager to enjoy her. I wondered whether she was working
with Reece as spunk continued to spurt from the swollen knob and
splatter my face. But I couldn't see what they'd gain by pretending
Donna was a victim. They didn't want information from me. There was
nothing Donna could learn from me.

"I'll get the
camera and take some photographs for the website," Reece said as he
left the room.

I couldn't
stop wondering about Donna. It wasn't so strange that she should be
out in a boat and happen to come across the island. But it was
rather odd that Reece should leave a ladder by the perimeter wall
knowing that I was wandering around the grounds. What with the
wrought iron gates and TV camera, security was tight. To leave a
ladder by the wall was... was probably planned.

If Reece
didn't know about the ladder, then he'd have wondered how I'd
escaped from the grounds. And if he'd taken Donna's boat, then he
must have been hiding near to the beach and seen her arrive. It
didn't add up, there were too many loopholes. After my escape, he'd
have checked the wall and discovered the ladder. Deciding that
Donna was Reece's ally, I tried to work out what they hoped to gain
from such deception.

"God," the man
before me breathed as a long thread of thick sperm erupted over my
face. Glancing at Donna, hatred welling in my heart, I decided to
feed her false information. The next time we were left alone I'd
tell her that one of the previous guests had felt sorry for me and
was going to send help.

The man moved
aside. As two men stood either side of me with their knobs pressing
on my cheeks, I thought I'd be instructed to suck them to orgasm
and drink their sperm. A fresh knob slipping into the vibrating
ring, Christine and Maria began to wank the solid shafts hovering
either side of my head. Three lots of sperm, I mused, my breasts
becoming starched as the white liquid and urine dried. Gazing at
each purple crown in turn, I licked my salty lips. At least I'd not
received the whip for my sabotage, I reflected as I waited for the
sperm to rain over my face. I'd not had my naked buttocks whipped
in way of punishment - yet.

I was soon to
discover whether or not Reece was bluffing. If he was, then why?
Was it to teach me obedience? I heard Reece moving about as the
three men surrounding me began to gasp and tremble. Was he taking
photographs of my tethered body? Sperm suddenly shooting from one
knob and then the other two, I closed my eyes. I wondered how many
were left in the queue.

"Suck their
cocks," Christine hissed, forcing the orgasming knobs deep into my
mouth. "Drink their spunk, you dirty little tart." I repeatedly
swallowed. I really was nothing any more. My dignity, my
femininity... I'd been stripped of my self-respect.

"Now,"
Christine murmured pensively, and I knew her mind was brimming with
wicked thoughts, "she hasn't been punished for cutting the
electricity supply off."

"Or for trying
to kill me," Maria added angrily.

As the men
filed out of the room, Christine took Maria's arm and led her
through the door. Perhaps they were planning my so-called
punishment, I mused. The door closing, I hoped I'd have a few
minutes alone with Donna before my wicked captors returned.
Focusing on her pretty face, I smiled. If I was to feed her false
information, then I couldn't let her know of my suspicions. She
appeared so innocent. But her angelic look wasn't going to fool
me.

"I reckon
we'll soon be out of here," I whispered.

"We should be
so lucky," she returned sarcastically.

"Luck doesn't
come into it. One of the guests the other day... He said that he'd
send help."

She opened her
mouth and hesitated. "Who?" she finally asked, frowning at me.
"Which one?"

"I don't know
his name, but he said that things had gone too far."

"What did he
look like?"

"What does
that matter? The point is that he's going to tell the police
everything."

"I can't see
that someone who's involved would tell the police."

"He implied
that he's an undercover cop. From what he was saying... Reading
between the lines, I reckon that the police are aware of what's
been going on here."

"Really?" she
gasped, her eyes darting between the door and me.

"Can I trust
you, Donna?"

"What sort of
question is that? Of course you can trust me."

"I'm sorry, I
shouldn't have asked you. I was trying to escape last night
and..."

"And you cut
the electricity wires."

"No, I didn't
sabotage the cables."

"Then,
who..."

"I reckon that
the cops did it. The raid will be very soon now."

"Raid?"

"I reckon that
the police are all over the island. It won't be long before we're
free."

"What are you
two whispering about?" Christine asked as she ambled into the room.
"Well?" she scowled at Donna.

"Nothing," the
girl replied softly.

"Take a look
at this," Christine grinned, turning and facing me. I looked up at
a gold ring she was holding. "Reece wants me to pierce your
clitoris. After all the trouble you've caused, he wants you on the
end of a chain. A chain attached to this ring."

"No!" I cried
as she released Donna's naked body.

"You have no
choice," she giggled, slipping the funnel out of Donna's vaginal
crack. "What Reece wants, he gets. And he wants you up stairs," she
said, pushing the girl out of the room.

I couldn't
imagine what it would be like to have my clitoris pierced. As she
closed the door and placed the gold ring on the table, I began to
tremble. I'd thought I could endure anything, but I'd not imagined
having my clitoris pierced. My stomach churning as I watched
Christine take a long needle from the drawer and place it on the
table, a wave of fear rocked my tethered body.

"Christine!"
Reece called with an urgency that made her jump. She opened the
door as he called her again. Had Donna told Reece what I'd said
about the police? I wondered as Christine left the room and climbed
the stone steps. I could hear them talking. There was a note of
concern in their loud whispers. If they believed the lies I'd told
Donna, they might flee the island. But what would become of me?
Chained up like an animal, I'd have no way to escape. I'd starve.
Perhaps they'd take me with them? Looking at the needle and gold
ring on the table, I realized how close I'd come to having my
clitoris pierced. Perhaps Donna had said nothing.

Taking a deep
breath, I strained my ears as the whispers drifted down the
basement steps. Christine and Reece sounded agitated, but I
couldn't make out what they were saying. Was I to be freed, or left
in the basement to rot? If only the police really were aware of
Reece and his friends, I reflected as I realized I needed the
loo.

 

 

Chapter
Twelve

 

The
electricity had come on, the lights in my basement cell burning
brightly again. Over an hour had passed and I knew I couldn't
control my bladder for much longer. I'd heard nothing, and
seriously wondered whether my captors had fled the island. Someone
must have repaired the cables, but I didn't really know what to
think. All I could do was wait and listen for signs of life. My
anal canal aching, I'd failed several times to eject the cylinder.
The sperm and urine dried, my naked body stiff and starched, I
desperately needed a shower - and food and drink.

Thinking back
to when I'd stepped onto the plane at Gatwick Airport, I wondered
why I'd been such a fool. But hindsight was useless. I'd made a
fatal mistake and now faced the prospect of rotting in a basement.
Surely, Sharon and my mother must have been wondering why they'd
not heard from me, I reflected. My mobile phone worked abroad.
Perhaps they thought that I'd lost it. But they must have expected
me to ring from a call box. What had happened to David? If he'd
come to grief in his boat, then his family would be wondering why
they'd not heard from him. Someone some day would come looking, I
knew.

My mind awash
with a million thoughts, I recalled licking Sharon's vaginal folds.
My heart had raced, my juices seeped as I'd sucked on the solid nub
of her ripening clitoris and breathed in the aphrodisiacal aroma of
her girl-scent. Why the hell had I ruined everything by going to
Greece? I wondered. I'd needed a holiday, wanted to get away from
David for a while and spend my nights loving Sharon. What I'd
wanted didn't matter any more. It's what I was going to get that
worried me.

Hearing
movements in the lounge above, I froze. Someone was up there. I
heard footsteps. Someone was coming down to the basement. Reece or
one of his tarts? Perhaps I was now going to have my clitoris
pierced. Anxiety gripping me as the door opened inch by inch, I
waited in fear and trepidation. The needle caught my eye. The gold
ring...

"Holy Mother!"
a policeman muttered as he walked into the room and stared at my
naked body. "You OK?"

"Yes!" I
beamed excitedly. "I am now you're here!"

"My English
not too good," he said. "Why you like this?"

"I've been
held prisoner," I returned.

"Prisoner?"
Pulling on the cuffs around my ankles, he looked into my eyes.
"Key," he said. "I need key."

"I don't know
where it is," I replied, looking about me. "Who sent you here? How
did you know that I was here?"

"We saw boat
adrift. My colleague talking to men on beach." He stood up and
moved to the table.

"I can't
believe that you're here," I grinned as he hunted for the key to
the handcuffs. "Can you find something to cover me with?" I asked
as he gazed at my naked breasts, my sperm-encrusted nipples.

"I see what I
find," he smiled. "Key is somewhere. You wait. I get clothes."

As he left the
basement, I couldn't stop grinning. At last, I'd be able to return
to England. My mother, David, Sharon... Praying that David was all
right, I looked at the needle and gold ring lying on the table. A
close shave, I reflected. Shave? Looking down at the hairless flesh
of my mons, I knew my pubes would soon grow. The sense of relief
was overwhelming. My heart racing as a bolt of excitement shot
though me, I couldn't wait to climb aboard a boat and leave the
island.

Pondering
Donna as I waited for the policeman to return with some clothes, I
wondered where she was. Perhaps she'd been arrested along with
Reece and his accomplices. Maria was sure to have been taken into
custody, I mused. I'd have to make a statement and give evidence in
court. To see Reece sentenced was going to be a glorious moment.
I'd flash him a triumphant grin as he was led out of the dock. A
Sunday Tabloid would probably pay thousands for my story.
Hopefully, enough money to enable me to buy a flat. Would Sharon
come and live with me?

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