Sinful Deceit (22 page)

Reaching the
perimeter wall, my heart sinking, I signed. Nothing was perfect? I
worked out my rough location. The ladder was some way off, too
close to the villa for comfort. I daren't risk going in that
direction. I was only too aware that all the time I remained in the
grounds, I was in grave danger. Unsure what to do, I followed the
wall in the opposite direction. The further away I was from the
villa the better.

I must have
walked several hundred yards when I came across a wooden hut. There
were no windows and a heavy padlock secured door. Perhaps it
contained gardening equipment, I mused, walking around the hut. If
Lady Luck was with me, I might find a ladder in the hut. Spying
through a crack in the planking, I peered into the gloom at what
seemed to be several piles of clothes.

My eyes
becoming used to the dark, I found myself gazing at skirts,
T-shirts and bras and panties. I could only think the worst. They
must have belonged to the other girls. My stomach churned as an icy
chill ran up my spine. If Reece had hidden the clothes in the hut,
then what had he done with the girls? Looking around, I could see
no signs of the ground having been dug up. "What am I thinking?" I
sighed, walking away and following the wall again. My mind showed
me images; images of naked girls with their bodies...

"Enjoying an
early morning walk?" Maria asked as she emerged from the bushes. My
heart raced, my hands trembled. "I think you'd better come back to
the villa with me."

"Never!" I
spat. She was naked, as usual. There were trails of dried sperm
running down her inner thighs. She'd been fucked. "You can go to
hell!" I hissed.

"In that case,
I'll have to drag you back," she grinned. She lowered her head and
gazed at my pussy lips. "Come on," she said, grabbing my arm.

"Make me," I
returned, pulling away.

As she lunged
at me we both fell to the ground. Rolling naked on the grass, our
breasts squeezed together, I realized how strong she was as she
finally pinned me down. Her fiery eyes wide, her mouth gasping, she
stared hard at me as I struggled to push her away. I don't know
where I found the strength, but I managed to roll her over and pin
her down. The tables always turn. There was fear mirrored in her
dark eyes as I forced my arm across her neck. She was perspiring,
gasping for breath as I pushed my arm harder against her
throat.

"What were you
saying?" I panted.

"Please!" she
managed to gurgle as I grabbed her long black hair with my free
hand.

"You're going
to get me off this island," I hissed through gritted teeth.

"It's all
right," she gasped.

"What's all
right?"

"I want to
leave the island as much as you do."

"You lying
bitch," I returned. "If you think I'm going to believe..."

"It's true.
I'm as much a prisoner here as you."

"I know what
happened to the other girls," I said accusingly, releasing her hair
and grabbing a short stick from the ground. Pushing the end against
her throat, I spat in her face. "This is it, Maria," I laughed.
"You've finally met your end."

"For fuck's
sake!" she shrieked, sheer terror reflected in her wide eyes as I
pressed the end of the stick harder against her throat. "What the
hell are you doing?"

"I'm going to
kill you," I whispered huskily. "I'll drive this stick deep into
your throat and..."

"No, please!
Listen to me. You must listen to me."

"You've got
thirty seconds."

"Reece hasn't
killed anyone. There were no other girls. You're the first, you
must believe me."

"I've seen the
clothes in the hut."

"No, you're
the first girl."

"And Donna's
the second. Where will it end, Maria?"

"Donna's..."

"Donna's
what?" I asked, pressing the stick harder against her throat.

"You're
hurting me!" she shrieked. "Let me go and I'll explain..."

"You're the
one with some explaining to do," Reece said as he grabbed my arm
and pulled me off the girl. "You've gone too far this time."

"The bitch
tried to kill me!" Maria screamed hysterically, leaping to her
feet.

"Once she's in
the den, you can do what you like to her," Reece grinned.

Maria slapped
my face and grabbed me by my throat. "I'll teach her a bloody
lesson," she spat, almost choking me. "Trying to escape in Alan's
boat, wrecking the power cables, and then trying to kill me...
You'll pay dearly for what you've done, you dirty little
whore."

"Let's get her
back to the villa," Reece said, dragging my naked body through the
bushes.

"Back to the
villa where she'll meet her fate!" Maria rejoined, slapping my
naked buttocks as hard as she could.

As we neared
the villa, I pondered not only on my fate but David's. Had his boat
sunk? He wasn't a particularly good swimmer. If the engine had been
tampered with and had blown up... Trying not to think about David
as Maria slapped my stinging buttocks again and pushed me into the
lounge, I shuddered as a blood-curdling scream emanated from the
basement. It was Donna, I knew as I was dragged down the stone
steps. No doubt she, too, was being punished for my
disobedience.

"This is
Christine," Reece said, smiling at a naked blonde. The room was lit
by candles. I thought about my candle lover lying beneath my
pillow. Would I ever see my bed again? "She's teaching Donna a
lesson, as you can see." Her naked body hanging from chains, Donna
lifted her head and locked her tearful eyes to mine. "Christine is
rather good at correcting the wicked ways of young women, as you'll
soon discover," Reece said mockingly. The blonde grinned as she
looked me up and down. "Christine's way of thinking as far as sex
is concerned is... Let's just say that she has different
ideas."

Her vulval
flesh devoid of pubic hair, a gold ring through her swollen
clitoris and a tattoo of a skull adorning her naked mons, she
appeared to be a most unsavoury character. Wherever she'd come
from, I knew that she wasn't Greek. Her breasts firm, her elongated
nipples pierced with gold rings, the fair-skinned tart must have
been in her late teens. There was evil mirrored in her blue eyes as
she stared hard at me. Good at correcting the ways of wicked young
women? As she gazed longingly at my vulval crack, I had no doubt in
my mind that Reece was right.

"So this is
the little slag responsible for the power failure," she said,
painfully pinching my sensitive nipples. "I know exactly how to
deal with the likes of her."

"I'm going to
deal with her," Maria broke in.

"We'll both
deal with her," the tart returned. "Get the harness."

Whatever the
harness was, I knew that it would involve pain and sexual
degradation. As Maria opened a draw, I watched her pull out a
tangle of leather straps and buckles. Reece held me upright by my
hair as she began to weave the straps between my thighs, beneath my
arms and around my neck and waist. Forcing my arms behind my back
as I struggled to escape, she strapped my hands together and
secured the buckles. Reece laughed as she returned to the drawer
and grabbed something. What horrendous device she was clutching as
she stood behind me, I didn't want to know.

"Hold her
still," she ordered Reece angrily as she parted the inflamed lips
of my vagina. He pulled my hair up, hurting me as she slipped
something over the entrance to my pussy and secured it with the
straps. As Reece released my hair, I looked between my thighs at a
small funnel pressed between my naked vaginal lips. I couldn't
begin to imagine its purpose until she pushed a rubber pipe over
the outlet. Where was the other end of the pipe going? I pondered
as she stood up and laughed at me.

"I expect you
could do with a shower," she said, running the pipe up my back and
fixing the free end to my forehead with sticky tape. Saying nothing
as she knelt behind me and yanked the firm orbs of my buttocks wide
apart, I realized that I was to endure the worst humiliation yet.
"Pass me the rectal ring," she said. Her voice was deep, stern,
evil. Chuckling wickedly, Reece took something from the drawer and
passed it to the girl. Pushing the object between my weal-lined
buttocks, she drove it past the brown portal to my anal canal.

From the feel
of the device and the painful stretching sensations, I guessed that
it was a metal cylinder about three inches in length. I dreaded to
think what its purpose was, apart from holding the inlet to my
rectum wide open. How long I was going to have to endure the web of
leather straps restricting my body, I didn't know. Hours, days?
What had happened to David?

"Are you
thirsty?" Reece asked, slapping my naked buttocks.

"No," I
replied, turning my head and offering Donna a reassuring smile.

"I'll force
her to drink from the garden hose," Maria said.

"That won't be
necessary," Christine giggled. "She'll drink when she's ready."

Fixing another
funnel to Donna's vaginal outlet, Christine taped the free end of
the rubber hose to the top of my head. I wasn't in need of the loo,
but I knew that it was only a matter of time before both Donna and
I would drain our bladders. My head and face would be drenched, my
naked body awash with golden liquid. Degrading as it would be, I
could endure it, I reassured myself.

"Right," Reece
grinned, forcing me to sit before Donna. Cuffing my ankles to steel
rings set in the wall between Donna's feet, he clapped his hands.
"She's all ready for the men."

"They'll be
here soon," Christine murmured. "While we're waiting, she can suck
the spunk out of my cunt."

"Later, she
can suck the spunk out of Donna's arsehole," Reece chortled.

Standing with
her feet either side of my legs, she parted her pussy lips and
forced her wet sex hard against my mouth. The gold ring adorning
her clitoris pressed against my nose, I breathed in the heady scent
of her as she ordered me to suck. She squeezed her vaginal muscles,
a blend of sperm and girl-juice oozing from her as she grabbed my
head. Sucking out the cocktail as she ground onto my face, I
swallowed hard. At least I hadn't been thrashed, I thought as she
gasped with pleasure. I hadn't been whipped - yet.

"Set the penis
ring up," the girl gasped as her vaginal juices flooded my
face.

"Now that is a
good idea," Reece murmured.

As the tart
moved aside, Reece placed a wooden stand beside me. A plastic ring
mounted on top of an upright pole a few inches from my wet face, I
watched Reece move towards me with his erect penis in his hand.
Slipping his purple knob through the ring, he grinned as Christine
flicked a switch on the base of the battery-operated device. The
plastic ring buzzing, his knob ballooning, I watched his sperm slit
in anticipation as he began to gasp and shudder.

"His spunk
will shoot all over your face," Maria giggled. "There are about
fifteen guests on their way. One by one they'll use the penis
vibrator and spunk all over your face. Of course, you can always
wash the spunk off your face by having a piss."

"You can go to
hell," I returned.

"That's where
I've come from," she grinned. "And when I go back, you'll be coming
with me."

"To meet your
father?" I asked.

"What are you
talking about?"

"Go back to
hell to meet your father, the Devil."

"Very funny,"
she sighed. "But you won't be laughing when you meet him."

Reece's knob
visibly twitching, his sperm shot from his slit and showered my
face. Long strands of white liquid repeatedly issued from his
throbbing glans, raining over my face as he trembled and gasped in
his coming. His orgasmic flow seemingly never ending, I closed my
stinging eyes as the salty liquid jetted through the air and
showered me. I was going to turn my head to one side, but knew that
I'd be severely punished. Was I learning obedience at last? Was
Christine the Devil's daughter?

"God, I needed
that," Reece gasped as Alan and Ian entered the den of vulgar
sex.

"They're
here," Alan said, his penis inflating as he gazed at my
spermed-dripping mouth. "They're stripping off in the lounge and
will be down in a minute."

"Excellent,"
Christine smiled. "She's ready for a good facial."

"And I would
imagine the lads are ready to give her one."

"You're a
cum-slut," Christine said, pulling my head up by my hair. "A filthy
little cum-slut." She released my hair and turned to Alan. "Why
don't you slip your cock into the ring and spunk her? Give her a
bloody good facial."

"Good idea,"
he smiled, fully retracting his foreskin and pushing his purple
plum into the vibrating plastic ring.

Cum-slut. I
pondered on the term, recalling David wanking and shooting his
sperm over my breasts. A facial? Never had I known such vile and
debased people. Perhaps I was a cum-slut. I should have sucked
David's purple knob to orgasm and swallowed his gushing spunk.
Cum-slut. I wanted Sharon's vaginal entrance pushed hard against my
mouth. Girl-cum-slut.

Watching the
slit of Alan's swollen knob in anticipation as he began gasping, I
wondered why men came so easily. It must be nice to have a penis, I
mused. Whether it be in a girl's mouth or her bottom or pussy, men
could fuck and sperm at a minute's notice. Wanking was easy
compared to the clitoral massaging I'd been used to. There seemed
to be so much more one could do with a penis than a vagina. There
again, I had my candle lover. On reflection, I realized that there
were plenty of things to do with a pussy. Candles, cocks, tongues,
fingers, cucumbers and carrots...

"Here it
comes," Alan breathed as several naked men filed into the room. His
sperm gushing from the slit of his knob, raining over my already
wet face, he trembled in his debased pleasure. That was the second
cock I'd had spunking my face, I reflected as it ran down my
cheeks. Another fifteen or so? It was best to get it over with.