Sinful Deceit (25 page)

"Yes, I am.
You might as well save your breath, Kirsty. You're bluffing, so
don't bother wasting your time, or mine."

"OK, if that's
the way you want it."

"That's the
way it is. Had you discovered something about Reece, then you
wouldn't have come out here."

"Wouldn't
I?"

"Of course
not. Besides, there's nothing anyone could discover about him."

"You can't be
sure of that. He's known, believe me."

"Shut up, for
fuck's sake."

"What's the
matter? Are you worried?"

"No, of course
not."

"Reece is
known to the police. They don't know where he is, but they want
him."

"Shut up,
Kirsty."

"No, I won't.
They've been looking for him for some time, now."

"In connection
with what?"

"They wouldn't
tell me."

"How would the
police link your Uncle Jack with Reece? Answer me that."

"They didn't,
at first. I went to the local police station. The man behind the
desk wasn't much help. All he could suggest was that I check the
records for an Uncle Jack. I was about to leave when a CID man took
me to one side. Apparently, he was looking into a case of a girl
who went abroad to see a relation she'd never met before. She was
never seen again."

"That doesn't
answer my question. Why would the police connect your Uncle Jack
with...?"

"The girl flew
to Athens Airport. She was seen boarding a ferry with a grey-haired
man. Anyway, the police said that they'd follow me."

"So, where are
they?"

"I don't know.
There was a man on the ferry who smiled at me and held his thumb
up. I suppose he lost me somewhere. But there'll be looking for me,
Christine. You can be sure of that."

"I'm going to
tell Reece," she said, moving to the door.

"You won't be
going to South America," I smiled. "I overheard Reece and... They
have plans for you."

She hesitated,
biting her lip as she gazed at me. I felt pleased with myself. My
story not only sounded feasible, but it had got her thinking. She
wouldn't risk telling Reece, I was sure. If she thought for one
moment that he had plans for her, then she daren't say anything to
him. I had no idea what my plan was designed to do, apart from
worry the tart. At the most, she'd flee the island and leave me in
the evil hands of the monster.

"You said you
didn't tell Donna?" she murmured pensively.

"That's
right."

"And you've
told no one else?"

"You're the
only one, Christine. I wasn't going to tell you, but..."

"But
what?"

"When you said
that you were going to South America, I thought we might do a
deal."

"Go on."

"No, I don't
trust you. If you manage to escape before Reece... You wouldn't
send help. You'd only incriminate yourself if you told the police
about this place."

"Not
necessarily."

"Forget it,
Christine. I doubt that you'll be going anywhere, so it doesn't
matter."

As she left
the room, I grinned. I felt proud of my efforts. If nothing else,
I'd worried the life out of Christine. If I could do the same to
Maria, I might cause unrest within the camp, or even panic. I
wouldn't have been at all surprised if I'd never seen Christine
again. In her shoes, I'd have fled the island without hesitation.
Her thoughts would lurch this way and that. She'd ponder on my
words, believing me one minute and feeling unsure the next.
Suspicion leads to confusion. Confusion leads to chaos.

If only I'd
been able to free myself, I reflected, again focusing on the gold
ring. Perhaps I should have put up a fight when Christine had
turned me round. If... If only. Hearing male voices, I watched the
door with bated breath. The voices grew louder as footsteps neared.
Had Christine confided in Reece? If she had, then I was in for the
thrashing of my life.

"There she
is," Reece grinned, showing a balding man into the room.

"A perfect
specimen," the besuited man chuckled, dumping a leather bag on the
floor as he eyed the swell of my vaginal lips stretched tautly
around the funnel and the plastic cup. "Just what I need for my
experiments."

"This is
Doctor Schmitz," Reece enlightened me. "He works for a company
which manufacture medical equipment."

"He's no more
a doctor than..."

"What or who I
am doesn't matter, young lady," the man broke in. "And I'm not
interested in what or who you might be. I have no wish to know your
name or anything about you. All I'm interested in is your vaginal
canal. And your anal canal, of course." He turned to Reece. "I'll
get started, if it's all right with you."

"Be my guest,
Doctor."

"Mr Reece,
I... I have to warn you that the girl might not..."

"I understand.
What becomes of her is of no interest to me. In fact, she's caused
me so much trouble that I'd welcome her demise."

"In that case,
I shall begin without further delay."

As Reece left
the room, the so-called doctor knelt on the floor. My heart racing,
my naked body trembling, I watched him take what looked like a huge
vibrator from the leather bag. He looked up, his beady eyes
catching mine as he yanked the plastic funnel out of my inflamed
vaginal crack. At least I wouldn't shower myself with my own piss,
I reflected as he removed the plastic cup from my painfully swollen
clitoris. My bladder was about to burst.

Closing my
eyes as he forced the vibrator past my vaginal opening and drove it
deep into my aching cunt, I wondered what he was going to do. I
heard a chair being dragged across the floor as I prayed for mercy.
Through my eyelashes, I watched him stand on the chair and tug his
trousers down. His penis was erect, the purple glans fully exposed.
Another man's cock to suck, I reflected as he wanked, his balls
rolling. More sperm to swallow.

"I'll help you
to get out of here," he whispered, pressing the silky-smooth crown
of his cock hard against my pursed lips. "Suck me off, and I'll
help you to escape."

"I don't
believe you," I returned, breathing in the heady aroma of his
genitalia.

"I'll help you
escape if you come and live with me. I have an apartment in Athens.
You'd like it there. You'd be happy, Kirsty."

"You mean that
you'd be happy," I said, looking up at his smiling face.

"We'd both be
happy. I need someone like you to keep me company."

"Tell me
more," I said, deciding to call his bluff.

"After you've
sucked me and swallowed my spunk, I'll tell you my plan."

"OK," I
smiled, taking the crown of his penis into my wet mouth.

He gasped and
writhed as I snaked my tongue over the swollen bulb of his erect
cock. I had nothing to lose by going along with him, I reflected,
Once in Athens, I'd stand a far better chance of escaping. He was
in his sixties, short and of a slim build. It wouldn't take much to
overpower him. When installed in his apartment, I'd play the game
and eagerly offer him crude sex. And then strike out. If I ever got
to Athens, that was.

"Lick my
balls," he breathed, slipping his knob out of my wet mouth. "I want
to feel your tongue licking my balls." Licking the hairy bag, the
rock-hard shaft of his penis pressing against my nose, his purple
plumb brushing my forehead, I knew that he was my best chance yet.
But with Reece and his cronies around, there was no way I was going
to get off the island. How did the old man plan to effect my
escape? I wondered as he trembled in his debauched pleasure.

His swollen
knob slipping into my mouth again, I gently sucked. I was becoming
used to sperm. My body drenched in the stuff, my holes oozing with
the cream of male orgasm, another load shot down my throat wasn't
going to make any difference. "Yes," he breathed as he clutched my
head and mouth fucked me in his crudity. My wet lips rolling back
and forth along his veined shaft, repeatedly encompassing the rim
of his glans, I knew that he was about to shoot his spunk down my
throat. His swinging balls battering my sperm-starched chin, he
gripped my head harder, grunting with every thrust of his solid
cock.

His body
shaking, his gasping resounding around the room, he finally loosed
his orgasmic cream. I could feel his spunk gushing over my snaking
tongue, filling my cheeks as his glans swelled and throbbed. Again
and again his spunk issued from his knob-slit, pumping into my
mouth, running down my chin as I repeatedly swallowed. I'd never
known a man come so much. His seemingly perpetual orgasm shaking
his rigid body, his spunk gushing from his fountainhead, he thrust
his swollen glans to the back of my throat. I thought I was going
to choke as I tried to swallow. His pubic curls tickling my nose,
the salty liquid spurting from his purple knob, spraying from my
bloated mouth, I coughed and spluttered for air.

"Swallow the
lot," he breathed, withdrawing his shaft until my spermed lips
hugged the crown of his cock. Sweeping my tongue over his
silky-smooth glans, I sucked the last of his spunk from his
deflating shaft and swallowed hard. He finally slipped his spent
knob out of my mouth, his salivated shaft hanging before me like a
snake as I licked my drenched lips. Had I pleased him? He smiled
and winked. Yes, I'd pleased him.

"My plan is
simple," he said, tugging his trousers up and buckling his belt. He
yanked his zip up. His penis was back in hiding, until the next
time it desired the heat of my wet mouth. Or the hugging sheath of
my tight cunt. "Reece is going away for a couple of days. He's
leaving Maria and Christine in charge. I'll arrive and tell them
that I saw someone roaming around on the beach on the far side of
the island. I'll suggest that they go and investigate while I carry
on with my experiments. I'll take you to my boat and get you away
from here."

"What about
Reece?" I asked, the taste of sperm lingering on my tongue.

"I'll tell
Reece that you overpowered me and ran off. I'll say that I saw you
swimming out to sea and gave chase in my boat. You clambered
aboard, managed to overpower me again and made it to another
island. In reality, I'll have taken you to my apartment. What do
you think?"

I didn't know
what to think. The plan sounded good, but what would Reece do when
he discovered I'd gone? I supposed there wouldn't be a great deal
he could do. Apart from vent his anger on Donna. I finally agreed
to go along with the plan.

"Good," he
smiled. "I thought you'd see sense."

"What's your
apartment like?" I asked, wondering how secure the place was.

"Hopefully,
you'll find out before long. Reece is going away tomorrow. He
doesn't allow the men to visit while he's away. Maria and Christine
are more than capable of minding the shop, so to speak. Reece
trusts me implicitly. He'll not blame the girls for going to
investigate a trespasser, and he'll not blame me when I tell him
that you attacked me."

"Of course
he'll blame you," I returned. "If you say that you released me, for
whatever reason..."

"I'll tell him
that I'd drugged you for the experiment. The drug didn't work and
you attacked me."

"What about
Donna?"

"Who's
Donna?"

"Another girl
being kept prisoner here."

"I know
nothing about that. I'd better carry on with my work. Reece will be
back shortly to see how I'm getting on."

"You're not
going to hurt me, are you?"

"No, not now
that you've agreed to my proposition." He turned and faced the door
as footsteps neared. "I'll be here about mid-morning," he said as
Reece entered the room.

"How's it
going?" Reece asked.

"Very well,"
the old man grinned. "Leave me alone with the girl for a while
longer, will you?"

"Of course.
Come and have a drink by the pool when you're done."

"Thank you. I
won't be very long."

"When you've
finished with her, I'll put my plan into action."

"Oh?" the old
man frowned.

"It's nothing
for you to worry about. I've come up with a way to be rid of the
little tart once and for all. She'll disappear - without a trace.
We'll celebrate her imminent demise. I'll go and pour you a large
vodka."

Eager to talk
to Reece, the so-called doctor had left me with the huge
cylindrical device embedded deep within my inflamed vagina. Alone
at last, I drained my bladder. Hoping that no one would hear the
splashing between my feet, I was thankful that the rubber pipe
wasn't fixed to my forehead. My body bound in leather straps,
drenched in Donna's urine and the men's dried sperm, I didn't need
another golden shower.

Feeling
positive at the prospect of escaping, it occurred to me that I
might be able to overpower the evil little doctor. Once the girls
had gone to the other side of the island in search of a trespasser,
the doctor would release me and take me to his boat. He was short
and slim, and probably not very strong. I'd strike out, push him
overboard and...

There again,
he probably wasn't as stupid as he looked. He might handcuff me
or... But he'd hardly lead me through the streets of Athens in
chains. Even if we travelled by car to his apartment, he'd have to
escort me from the boat. A feeling of excitement rushing through
me, I grinned as I thought of freedom. But I knew that I had to
appear morose. If Reece noticed my elation and suspected that
something was going to happen while he was away, he'd make
contingency plans.

Looking at the
needle and gold ring lying on the table, I wondered whether
Christine had fled the island. After listening to my lies, she
might well have decided to make a run for it. I just hoped I'd make
my escape before my clitoris was pierced. The weals adorning my
body would eventually heal and my pubic hair would grow back, but
my pierced clitoris would always be a reminder of the time I'd
spent on the island.