Sinful Deceit (32 page)

There was land
in the distance. Was it Reece's island? I didn't know whether or
not to trust the doctor. He wasn't a doctor, that was for sure. He
was a sad, ageing creep. Did he really believe I'd live in his
apartment as his sex slave? Did he think that I'd suck him off and
swallow his spunk and let him fuck me and... Surely, he knew that
I'd run the minute I had the opportunity. Run where? To England, to
my mother, to David... To Sharon.

"We're almost
there!" the doctor called, turning to face me. I smiled as the land
grew bigger. High-rise buildings emerged from the shimmering haze.
Trees, houses, cars... It was Athens, I knew as we headed towards a
marina. Civilisation at last. People, shops, markets, the hustle
and bustle of life... As the boat veered away from the marina and
followed the coastline, I guessed that we were going to moor
somewhere away from prying eyes. Perhaps he had a car parked
somewhere away from the marina. I'd have a shower when we reached
his apartment. I'd play his game until I'd had a decent meal
and...

"Well," the
doctor murmured, switching the engine off and leaving the wheel.
The boat rocking gently, the sun beating down, he sat opposite me
and forced a smile. He looked worried, anxious - guilty. Perhaps he
was thinking about Reece, what the man would do if he discovered
that he'd taken me to Athens. Something was troubling him, I knew
as he hung his head.

"What happens
now?" I asked.

He looked up
at me and forced another smile. "Donna works with Reece," he said
sullenly.

"I thought as
much. And Gary?"

"No doubt he
knows Reece. Most people round here know him, or know of him."

"Were there
other girls? I mean, before me?"

"No, there
were no others."

"I found some
clothes in a hut. Skirts and panties and..."

"I've known
Reece and the others for years. You were the first."

"That's a
relief," I sighed.

"Kirsty..." he
began. "Kirsty, this is goodbye."

"Goodbye?" I
frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You're being
picked up soon," he replied, looking at the shore.

"And taken to
your apartment?"

Averting his
gaze, he looked out to sea. I assumed he'd found some empathy in
his heart for me and was giving me my freedom. I supposed he knew
it was only a matter of time before I left him. He must have
arranged for me to be taken to the marina.

"You're not
going to my apartment, Kirsty," he said.

"Thank you," I
smiled.

"Thank you?"
he echoed. "No, no you..."

"Keep away
from Reece, he's no good. When I'm back in England, I'll..."

"No, you don't
understand."

"You're
letting me go, aren't you?"

"I've... I've
sold you, Kirsty."

"Sold me?" I
gasped in disbelief.

"A man... I'm
sorry."

"Sorry? Right,
that's it!" I screamed, lunging at him.

"No, don't!"
he cried, the boat rocking as I lashed out at him. "It's no use,
Kirsty! What's done is done." He looked at the shore as I grabbed
his arm. "It's too late, for Christ's sake."

"Is that him?"
I asked, watching a boat speeding towards us.

"Yes, yes it
is."

I stood
motionless for several seconds as the boat approached. I didn't
know what to do. There were markets buzzing with people only a few
hundred yards away. Freedom was no near. Finally deciding to make a
move, I dragged the doctor from his seat and managed to find the
strength to throw him overboard. He looked up at me as he surfaced.
He was evil, I knew as he swam away. Reece was evil, the doctor,
Maria, Christine... Dashing to the steering wheel, I turned the key
and started the engine. Pushing the lever forward, the boat moving
off and picking up speed, I looked behind me. The doctor was being
pulled out of the water by the man in the other boat. I had a head
start. It was only a few minutes, but I had a head start.

Turning the
boat, I headed for the marina. There were people there, safety in
numbers. I felt like a girl in a James Bond film as I raced towards
the marina with the other boat closing in behind. What was I going
to do? Knowing my luck, I'd crash into a jetty. Turning the wheel,
I headed straight for a section of the beach. Grounding the boat,
the engine stalling, I turned and looked out to sea. The other boat
slowed, the men watching as people came running towards me.

I thought that
was the end of my horrendous ordeal in Greece as a man helped me
out of the boat. People surrounding me and asking whether I was all
right, I thought I was safe at last. The doctor and the other man
heading towards the marina, Reece unable to touch me, all I had to
do now was get back to England.

Taken to a
local taverna by the man, I sat at a shaded table while he ordered
me a drink. This was how my holiday should have been, I reflected,
gazing at the suntanned faces of the other customers. They had no
idea of the ordeal I'd been through. As far as they were concerned,
I was just another holidaymaker. I should have been sitting outside
a taverna with Sharon. She'd have been wearing a bikini top, her
nipples clearly outlined by the flimsy material. I wanted to
squeeze her breasts, suck her nipples and... She'd be naked beneath
her short skirt, her vagina yearning for my tongue.

"You drink,"
the man smiled, placing a glass on the table. Sipping the clear
liquid, I coughed and grimaced. "It is good," he smiled.

"God, what is
it?" I asked, my lips burning. "It tastes like petrol."

"Firewater,"
he chuckled. "Firewater good for you."

"If you say
so," I returned disbelievingly, placing the glass on the table.
"Can you tell me where the British Embassy is?"

"Why you want
embassy?"

"I have to get
back to England but I don't have a passport. I have no money,
either."

"No passport,
no money... Where you staying?"

"I'm not. It's
a long story. I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name's
Kirsty."

"I Nicky. You
stay with me until you sort out passport, OK?"

"Thank you. I
need clothes and..."

"No problem. I
live not far. You have drink and we go."

"I leave drink
and we go," I smiled.

"No
problem."

Walking along
the narrow street, the hot cobbles burning my naked feet, I felt a
wave of relief roll through me. Reece couldn't track me down now, I
was sure. He might order his man in England to deal with me, to
shut me up, but I'd go straight to the police the minute I landed
at Gatwick Airport. Civilization, I thought happily, watching the
holidaymakers milling around the gift shops.

"I live here,"
Nicky said, climbing the stone steps running up the side of a white
building. Following him, I was looking forward to taking a shower
and enjoying a decent meal. And sleeping on a bed knowing that I
wouldn't wake up to find my body in chains with depilating cream
smeared over my vulval flesh. To wear decent clothes, and panties,
would be a luxury, I reflected as I followed Nicky into his
apartment.

"You have a
nice place," I remarked, wandering out onto a balcony overlooking
the street.

"You are
hungry, yes?" he called.

"Very."

"You wait
here. I go to market and we have fish. You like fish?"

"Yes, thank
you."

"Use bathroom
if you need," he said as I joined him in the lounge. "Through
there. I not be long."

As he left, I
wandered into the bathroom and slipped out of the shorts and
T-shirt. Pulling a plastic curtain back, I marvelled at the shower
as if I'd never seen one before. It was strange to think that
something I'd taken for granted over the years was now a luxury.
Stepping into the shower, a feeling of elation engulfing me, I
pulled the curtain across and turned the tap on. Closing my eyes as
the warm water cascaded over the gentle curves of my naked body,
trickled down the valley between the lips of my vagina, I felt my
clitoris swell. Should I masturbate? Running my fingertips over the
smooth plateau of my stomach, I stroked the pink hood of my passion
spot. The beautiful sensations transmitting deep into my quivering
womb as I massaged the fleshy protuberance faster, I began to gasp.
Nicky might return at any minute and hear my gasps of female
orgasm, I reflected. Dragging my fingers away from my vaginal
crack, I decided to wait until I could masturbate undisturbed.

Grabbing the
shampoo bottle, I lathered my hair, washing away the sand and
seawater. At home, I'd showered every day. I'd lost count of the
days I'd been held prisoner on the island, the times my naked body
had been spunked on, pissed over. There had been times when I'd
thought that I'd never be allowed to wash properly. Times when I'd
thought that I'd not have a living body to...

"Is that you,
Nicky?" I called, hearing movements in the lounge. Wondering what
sort of fish he'd bought, I took the soap from the shelf and
lathered the fleshy folds of my pussy. Massaging between my rounded
buttocks, paying particular attention to the eye of my anal inlet,
I decided to eat and drink until I was bloated. After a good sleep,
I'd visit the embassy and make arrangements to fly home to
England.

"What have we
here?" a female voice asked as the plastic curtain was ripped off
the pole. Turning, I screamed as Christine and Maria grabbed my
arms and yanked me out of the shower. Forced onto my knees, I
couldn't believe what was happening as my head was painfully pulled
up by my hair. How had they found me? I wondered fearfully. Had
they followed me from the beach? Perhaps they'd seen me at the
taverna. Staring into Christine's cold eyes, tears streaming down
my cheeks, I was sure that the end had come. Was Nicky involved? I
pondered as Maria slapped my face. Had he called the girls?

"You know
where you're going, don't you?" Maria grinned, holding my chin.
"You're going back to the villa where you'll be bound and whipped
until you scream for mercy."

"You can't do
this!" I cried as they dragged my naked body across the floor and
forced me to lean over the side of the bath.

"We can do
what we like," Christine returned, grabbing a shampoo bottle and
moving to the basin. "And we'll begin by giving you an enema."

Listening to
water gushing from the tap as my naked buttocks were crudely yanked
apart, I wondered what would happen when Nicky returned. If he
wasn't involved and he discovered the girls abusing me... He must
have been involved, I reflected as the open end of the shampoo
bottle was forced against the sensitive brown tissue surrounding my
bottom-hole. He must have met the tarts in the street and let them
into the apartment.

My anal
sphincter muscles yielding as the end of the plastic bottle entered
my rectum, I cried out. My naked buttocks pulled further apart, I
grimaced as the bottle glided into me.

"Keep going,"
Maria said as the tapering bottle drove deeper into my arse duct,
the delicate brown tissue of my anal rosebud painfully stretching
to capacity. Gasping, I squeezed my eyes shut as a rush of cold
water bloated my bowels. The swollen lips of my pussy spread by
unseen fingers, I whimpered as a fist drove into the creamy cavern
of my vaginal. Sobbing as the bottle was forced even deeper into my
anal canal, my vaginal sheath painfully stretched by the twisting
fist, I screamed as my naked buttocks were repeatedly spanked.

"Please!" I
howled, the pain permeating the firm flesh of my anal orbs as the
gruelling spanking continued. Ignoring my cries, the girls fisted
my cunt, pistoned my inflamed arse with the bottle. The squelching
noises of my vaginal juices echoing around the bathroom, mingling
with sucking sounds as the bottle drove in and out of my anal tube,
I clung to the edge of the bath in desperation. My bowels full of
water, my naked buttocks stinging like hell as the ruthless
spanking continued, I screamed out in the hope that a neighbour
might here me.

"Shut the
cum-slut up," Maria hissed, withdrawing her fist from the inflamed
sheath of my drenched cunt. Leaving the bottle embedded within my
bloated anal canal, Christine pulled my quivering body up as Maria
knelt on the floor. "Lick my arsehole," Maria ordered me, resting
her head on the floor and lifting her skirt up over her back.
Projecting her naked buttocks, presenting the brown eye of her anus
as Christine pushed my head down, she again ordered me to lick here
there.

The warm orbs
of Maria's naked bottom pressed against my cheeks, I poked my
tongue out and tentatively tasted the brown tissue of her anal
inlet. She squirmed and gasped as the tip of my tongue entered her
small hole, teasing the dank flesh of her rectum. My wet lips
sealing our illicit union, I poked my tongue further into her anal
tube as she reached behind her back and parted her rounded
buttocks. The inlet to her bowels stretched wide open, my tongue
slipped easily into her hot anal channel. The bittersweet flavour
of her inner sheath tantalising my taste buds, I breathed in the
heady aroma of her anal crease as the cheeks of my bottom were
yanked apart. Pulling the bottle out of my tightening anal duct,
Christine began licking my arsehole, teasing the sensitive nerve
endings there with her wet tongue.

"You taste
good," she murmured as my muscles spasmed, the water gushing from
my anal hole and splattering her face as I licked the dank walls of
Maria's tight rectal sheath. Christine's tongue delving deeper into
the distended canal of my sore arse as I tongued Maria's hot
rectum, I knew that I'd spend the rest of my days committing one
vile sexual act after another. There'd be no let up. The whipping,
the fucking and sperming, sucking and licking... I was sure that
I'd never see England or Sharon again.

Hearing the
front door slam shut, I wondered whether Reece had arrived to drag
me back to his island of vulgar sex. He'd said that he was going to
Athens. Perhaps he'd seen me outside the taverna, or entering
Nicky's apartment. How were they going to take me to their boat?
The street was busy with holidaymakers, humming with people. They'd
probably roll me up in a blanket and throw me into the back of a
van, and once back in the villa I'd be subjected to their every
whim.