Sinful Deceit (30 page)

"What made you
think that he was your uncle? I mean, you must have know whether he
was a relation or not."

"He wrote to
me. I had no reason not to believe him. My father..." Sitting on
the sofa, I sighed. "My father died when I was young. I have
relations scattered all over the world. An Uncle Jack writing to me
from Greece didn't seem odd. He said that he was my father's
brother and he wanted to get to know me."

"Didn't you
ask your family about him?"

"My mother,
yes. She'd not heard of him but, like me, she didn't find it
surprising that my father had a brother."

"What is
surprising is that this man, whoever he is, got away with it."

"I'm not
surprised. It was simplicity itself. He met me at Athens Airport
and took me to the island. It wasn't as if he had to drag me or
anything. I went willingly so no one would have thought I was being
abducted. I wasn't being abducted. He was friendly, kind... Or so I
thought. When you think how many Greek islands there are... No one
would have known where I was."

"From what
you've told me it would appear to be incredibly easy to carry
out."

"As I said,
it's simplicity itself."

"But, when
people realize that you're missing and the police are called in,
surely someone who saw you at the airport or the ferry terminal
will come forward and..."

"There must be
hundreds of blondes at the airport and ferry terminal every day of
the week. Why would someone recall me in particular?"

I told Gary
the whole story. Leaving out the sordid details, I told him
everything that had happened from the day I'd arrived at the
island. It was good to have to someone to talk to, someone who
listened and sympathised. Although he'd been one of the gang, he
seemed nice. Perhaps it had just been the others egging him on and
the effect of alcohol, I reflected. Or was I trying to make excuses
for him?

"You say he
wrote to you?" Gary asked.

"Yes, he did.
He asked me to spend a couple of weeks with him. He even sent me a
plane ticket."

"He must have
someone working for him in England," he mused. "Someone must have
followed you, discovered where you lived."

"I hadn't
thought of that," I murmured. "Yes, you're right. He'd obviously
got my name and address from somewhere. And he must have known that
I had relations all over the world."

"I suppose it
wouldn't take much to discover a few things about a girl such as
you. Once you've got her name and address, it would be pretty easy
to learn a little about her. I wonder whether you're the first? He
might have lured other girls to his villa."

"I told you
about Donna. God only knows what she's going through."

"So, no one
has a clue as to where you are?"

"As I said,
David came to the island looking for me. But he doesn't know where
I am."

"You've had no
contact with anyone outside the island?"

"No, none
whatsoever. I made out that one of the men had felt sorry for me
and was going to send help. I also said the police had followed me
from England. I was looking for a way to escape. I was trying to
frighten them, I suppose. I thought they might let me go if they...
I'm just so relieved to be away from that island."

Pacing the
floor, Gary rubbed his chin. I thought that he was thinking about
reporting Reece and the others to the police until he turned and
faced me. He frowned, and then looked me up and down. I wasn't sure
whether he was suspicious or worried about something as I crossed
my legs and flashed him a smile. Perhaps both, I mused as he stared
hard at me. I wouldn't have told the police about the rape, if
that's what was worrying him. I suddenly felt awkward, uneasy as he
stood before me.

"You'll stay
here with me," he said. His tone was stern, threatening.

"And in the
morning we'll..."

"No one knows
where you are and I need a young lady to keep me company."

My heart sank.
"I'll stay tonight," I said. "In the morning..."

"You'll stay
for good," he returned.

"I can't," I
breathed shakily, looking up at him as he towered above me. "I
can't stay here for good."

"You can't go
back to England. With all you know about this man, you'd be whisked
away and never seen again. You'll stay here with me."

"How long for?
I mean..."

"As I said,
you'll stay for good."

"No, I wont,"
I said firmly. "I'm not going to be a slave to..."

"You have two
choices, Kirsty," he grinned. "You either stay here with me, or I
take you back to the island." He walked to the kitchen door and
turned to face me. "Want another beer?"

My hands
trembling as he went into the kitchen, I couldn't believe that I
was in yet another disastrous situation. To be captured and
enslaved by another man on another island was the last thing I'd
expected. At least Reece and his associates couldn't get their
hands on me, I tried to console myself. But I was now in a worse
situation. No one other than Gary knew where I was. A couple of
dozen people had known that I was staying with Reece in his villa.
There'd been a chance that someone might have let slip that I was
being held prisoner. The doctor might have made an anonymous call
to the police and... Now I'd disappeared without a trace. Fear
gripped me as it had when I'd arrived at the villa and taken a
shower. My clothes had gone, I'd nothing to wear. Reece had made
light of my predicament, and then turned on me and...

I knew what
Gary expected of me as he returned as passed me a can of cold beer.
There was evil mirrored in his dark eyes. I'd seen it before; the
cold eyes, the strange expression. Was Gary another Reece? Did all
men think and behave like Reece? After the way David had behaved
when he'd visited the villa, I could only think the worst. I was to
be Gary's housekeeper, his cook, his maid-servant, his... his sex
slave.

"I'll take you
back to the island in the morning if you're unhappy with the
arrangement," he said mockingly, swigging from his can. He meant
it, I knew. I felt that I was worse off than I'd ever been. Not
even his gang bang friends knew that he'd abducted me. I'd
disappeared from Reece's island in the dark of the night. Without a
trace, without leaving a clue as to where I'd gone, I'd vanished
into thin air. Never to be seen again?

For the time
being, all I could do was agree to the arrangement. With only one
man as my jailer, I stood a pretty good chance of escaping. He'd
have to leave the island to get supplies and... He'd said that he
was on holiday. He'd have to leave at some stage. He'd have to go
home, go back to work. What would he do with me when he returned to
Italy? Take me with him?

"You'd best
familiarize yourself with the kitchen," he said, flopping into an
armchair.

"Gary, I'm not
staying here," I stated firmly. "How can you do this to me after
all I've been through? After all I've said, you..."

"I don't
believe a word of it," he smiled. "A fantastic plan to lure you to
a Greek island? A plan devised to imprison and sexually abuse you?
None of it's true, is it?"

"It is!" I
cried, throwing my beer can across the room. I hated anger.
"Everything I told you is true."

"I reckon that
you saw us on the beach and thought you'd have some fun. Be honest,
Kirsty. You're just a tart who likes to get fucked."

"Gary, every
word of it is true," I said, scowling at him. "I've been..."

"Your story
seemed feasible until you said your boyfriend turned up and fucked
you."

"He didn't
know it was me. There was a blanket over my head so..."

"Huh. Some
boyfriend. You said that the police arrived and not only saw your
naked body in chains in the basement but spoke to you. And you're
asking me to believe that they left you like that and went away?
Admit it, you made the whole thing up."

"I can see
that I'm not going to convince you," I sighed. "But, whatever you
believe, you can't keep me here as your slave."

"Why not? If
your story is true, then no one knows where you are."

"And if I'm
lying? As you seem to think I am."

"If you're
lying, then it serves you right. I reckon that you're on holiday.
Perhaps you really are staying with your uncle. I reckon that you
were taking a walk along the beach. You saw us having a barbeque
and a few beers and stripped off to..."

"So why was I
still on the beach when you came back? I was naked and it was pitch
dark, Gary. And why did I try to steal your boat? If I'd wanted
sex, as you're suggesting, why did I try to steal your bloody
boat?"

"There could
be several reasons. The way your mind works, it's anyone's guess.
Think about it, Kirsty. The police not only saw you in chains but
spoke to you. Your boyfriend fucked you and didn't know who you
were. A doctor saw you, a girl turned up in a boat and was
abducted, you wrecked the power cables..." He laughed and shook his
head disbelievingly. "And you say that you escaped in a boat and
were led back to the island by a man in another boat. You go on
holiday and your boyfriend doesn't hear from you so he flies out to
Greece to look for you? It's not as if you've been missing for
several months, is it? And out of the hundreds of islands he just
happens to get the right one. Not only was he lucky enough to get
the right island, he was taken to the villa where he was invited to
fuck you. And then leaves and goes on his merry way. It's fiction,
Kirsty. Pure bloody fantasy."

"It's not," I
said softly. "It's all true."

"There's a
simple way to determine whether or not you're lying." He flashed me
a grin and then smirked at me. "I'll take you back to the island
first thing in the morning."

"No!" I cried,
clenching my fists.

"It's either
that... Or you stay here as my sex slave."

"I'll stay
with you," I said eagerly.

"In that case,
take your clothes off."

"Gary,
I..."

"The choice is
yours, Kirsty."

I had no
choice, I knew as I pulled the T-shirt over my head and revealed my
breasts. I looked down as my nipples stood proud in the cool of the
night air. Tugging the shorts down my thighs, exposing the lips of
my vagina, I kicked them aside. Standing naked before my captor, I
realized how stupid I'd been. It hadn't occurred to me that all
he'd wanted was more sex. He'd planned it all. A naked girl alone
on the beach of a deserted island was easy prey for someone like
Gary - easy prey to be whisked away. I was ever the fool.

But there was
nothing Gary could do to me that I'd not already been subjected to,
I reflected. Less, if anything. He had no whips or handcuffs, no
suction device or wooden frame to tie me to.

"Pull your
cunt lips open and show me your dirty little cock-hole," he said,
swigging beer from the can. I did as I was told and peeled my
vagina open. He locked his eyes to my clitoris, the pink wings of
my inner sex folds. My cunt in all its intricacy was exhibited to a
young man yet again. My naked body was solely for a man's pleasure.
He was going to fuck me, I knew as his penis bulged in his shorts.
It didn't matter any more. Men used my naked body when it took
their fancy as if it was perfectly normal. Did Sharon want to
spread my legs and lick my sex? What did David want?

"Stand with
your feet wide apart and bend over," Gary said. Complying, I parted
my feet and touched my toes. The gaping crack of my cunt blatantly
displayed, the pink entrance to my juiced sex duct crudely bared, I
anticipated the solid shaft of his cock driving into my hot pussy.
Where was Sharon? I wondered for the umpteenth time. Was David
fucking her? Perhaps she'd found another girl to hold and love and
lick. Was a female tongue seeking the creamy walls of her
pussy?

"Push a finger
up your arse," Gary ordered me in his crudity. I'd expected nothing
less of him. No words shocked me any more. No sexual acts
traumatized me. Reaching behind my back, I push my finger past the
tight portal to my bowels and drove it deep into the dank shaft of
my hot rectum. The crude sight obviously arousing Gary's base
desires, he knelt behind me and ordered me to push a second finger
into my bum. My bum, my arsehole... That once sacrosanct place that
even David hadn't dared to venture into. Did Sharon want to tongue
fuck my arsehole?

The gentle and
graceful curves of the naked female form obviously didn't concern
men. Their only interest was watching women commit vulgar sexual
acts such as fingering their bottom-holes and masturbating with
dildos and vibrators. Cum-sluts and tarts who got fucked by three
or four rock-hard cocks at once were the only thing that turned men
on. Slags who sucked off two men at once, whores who took one cock
up the arse and one up the cunt while sucking spunk out of another
huge knob was...

Why did women
bother with nice clothes and makeup when all men wanted was to
watch them finger fuck their arseholes? Bras designed to accentuate
the cleavage, panties that bulged alluringly with the fleshy sex
lips of girls' pussies, stockinged legs and suspender belts... Men
wanted none of the refinements of femininity. They wanted crude
sex.

"Use this,"
Gary said, grabbing a screwdriver from a nearby table and passing
it to me. "Shove the handle right up your arse." I was right. All
men wanted was vulgar and illicit sex. Slags who cock sucked and
loved facials, whores who fucked their arseholes with cucumbers,
piss-sluts who peed over each other... My sentiments didn't matter
any more. I was nothing, I had no emotions, no love... I was a lump
of female flesh to be fucked and spunked. I was a cum-slut.

Slipping my
fingers out of my hot anal sheath as Gary slapped the tensed orbs
of my firm buttocks, I pushed the plastic handle of the screwdriver
against the brown tissue of my inflamed anal ring. The handle
slipping into my tight rectal duct witch ease, I knew that I'd have
to commit one vile act after another. The vulgar sex would take me
deep into the night, continue until the sun rose above the
Mediterranean. The session of debauchery would inevitably terminate
in a crude arse fucking. Later, I'd be fucked again. Tomorrow, I'd
be fucked again and again and the next day I'd...