by Ray Gordon
"Ah, there you are," he smiled as he walked through the patio doors from the pool. Staring at him, my face flushing, my hands trembling, I folded my arms and covered the swell of my breasts as I gazed in disbelief at his naked body. "Go and sit by the pool and I'll bring you a drink," he said. Staring at his flaccid penis snaking over his hairy scrotum, my embarrassment and fear rising, I asked him where my things were. "In the room opposite yours," he replied, seemingly unaware of my naked body, or his. "I thought you might prefer the other room as it's bigger. And it looks out onto the garden." As he walked past me to a small bar, I dashed out to the pool, desperately hoping to find a towel.
"Are you all right, Kirsty?" he asked concernedly, his dark eyes frowning as he emerged from the lounge with a tray of drinks.
"I... I need a towel," I replied shakily. Apart from David, no man had ever seen me naked.
"You won't need a towel in this heat," he laughed, placing the tray on the patio table. "You'll be as dry as a bone within minutes of climbing out of the pool."
"Uncle Jack," I as said firmly as I could without appearing rude. I felt trapped. "I need something to wear. The doors to the other rooms are locked and... I can't walk around like this."
"I'm so sorry, Kirsty," he said, holding his hand to his head. "It's my fault, I should have explained. No one wears clothes on the islands. I've become so used to it over the years that I don't even think about it."
"Do you have the key to the room?" I asked. I'd never felt so embarrassed.
"There are no keys. Turn the doorknob to the right and then to the left." He glanced at the table. "Have a drink first," he smiled. "Or take a dip in the pool if you're feeling hot."
"I think I'll put something on first," I murmured. "I'll go and get my bikini."
"As you wish. I'm afraid I have to go out for a while. We need some supplies. Help yourself to the drinks, I won't be long."
He walked back into the lounge, leaving me with my thoughts as I stood naked by the pool. My anxiety subsiding as I told myself I was being silly, I looked down at my naked breasts, my erect nipples. I supposed it was customary to wear nothing. The heat was intense and the garden surrounded by a high wall, so why wear clothes? At least I'd get an even suntan. But no. Customary or not, I wasn't going to walk around naked and decided to get my bikini.
I turned the doorknob this way and that and finally managed to open the door. The room was huge with a massive four-poster bed set in an alcove. The bed made me think of loving Sharon, licking her vaginal folds and sucking her clitoris to orgasm. Wandering out onto the balcony which overlooked a beautiful garden, I knew I'd be happy. I'd slip into my bikini and then go for a swim in the pool. Once Sharon arrived, we'd... I looked about the room. Where was my suitcase? Searching the wardrobe and the chest of drawers, I again thought I must have the wrong room. Walking into the hall, I tried the other doors. I couldn't open them and finally went downstairs. My predicament was ridiculous. All I wanted was a towel.
Wandering through the lounge, I walked out onto the patio. The sun shining in a clear blue sky, I decided to sit by the pool and wait for my uncle. He'd open the door to my room, whichever one it was, and I'd find my bikini. Feeling a little easier, I settled on the bed chair and sipped my drink. Vodka and orange. The ice cubes chinked, music drifted from the lounge, the air was clean and fresh. Sharon would soon arrive to keep me company, and love me. At last, I began to relax beneath the Greek sun.
After an hour, my uncle appeared and asked whether I was all right. He was naked, his huge, snake-like penis hanging over his balls. I told him that I didn't know which room was mine, that I couldn't open the other doors. Initially, he smiled. But then he looked worried, his dark eyes frowning as he stared at me. He seemed to have changed, his expression wasn't so friendly. Had I done something wrong? I became acutely aware of my naked body as he focused on the sparse blonde down covering my pussy lips. I felt uneasy, wishing that I'd taken the towel into the shower rather than leave it on the bed. But he was my uncle, I tried to reassure myself. He was family. Family or not, I wasn't expecting to stay at a nudist camp.
"I need my clothes," I said shakily, my eyes widening as his penis began to swell and rise. My heart rate increased as he stared at my sex crack. "Uncle Jack, I need my clothes," I repeated firmly.
"All in good time," he murmured pensively He let out a wicked chuckle and grinned at me. "A beautiful girl like you shouldn't hide her body."
A bolt of fear shook me. "I want my clothes!" I cried. Adrenalin coursed through my veins. "Please, I..."
"Relax by the pool," he said, his penis now fully erect. I tried not to look as his purple glans peeped at me through the opening in his foreskin. "My guests never wear clothes."
Panic gripped me. "Uncle Jack! Please, I..."
"Calm down," he said sternly. "I can't abide hysterics." He sounded like a stern schoolteacher. I felt afraid. "There's no way off the island and your clothes are hidden. You might as well get used to walking around naked."
"Hidden?" I gasped. I was horrified. "But..."
"Kirsty, you'll remain naked while you're here."
"It might be customary, but..."
"It's been a long time since I've had a sexy thing like you in the house." He focused on my sex crack again. "And I intend to make the most of you."
As he went into the lounge, I knew that I was in serious trouble. Nice? Caring? What sort of man was he? I wondered. I doubted very much that he was my uncle. Make the most of me? He could only mean one thing. Thinking that this must be a bad dream, I looked around the garden. The stark reality of spending the rest of my holiday as his prisoner hitting me, I walked around the pool and wandered through the grounds. There had to be a way out. But, with no clothes, where would I go? Cold fear gripping me, my stomach churning, I wondered whether he'd imprison Sharon when she arrived. I had no way of getting word to her. I had no way of getting word to anyone in the outside world. I was trapped.
I hid in the grounds until the sun began to sink below the trees. Again and again I told myself that this wasn't happening. I'd mistaken my uncle's intentions. Perhaps he been in a bad mood. He was nice, caring, friendly... But his penis had become erect as he'd eyed the swell of my pussy lips. Uncles don't react like that to their eighteen-year-old nieces. Do they? His thoughts had been obvious to me as his penis had stiffened. Sex was on his mind.
Dusk falling, I finally crept back to the villa. The lights were on in the lounge. My uncle was watching television. And he was still naked. Nearing the open patio doors, my heart racing, I hesitated. Dare I face him? He'd scrutinize my naked body again, gaze longingly at my girl slit and think his male thoughts of sex. Again telling myself that I'd mistaken his intentions, I finally plucked up the courage to confront him.
"Uncle Jack," I said, wandering into the lounge. "I need my clothes and..."
"You've been a long time," he broke in.
"I was in the garden."
"It's lovely out there in the evenings. Now that you're here, I'll go and prepare dinner."
He seemed normal, friendly. "I need my clothes," I repeated firmly. How many times did I have to ask? "I don't care what people normally do here, I want my clothes and my..."
"Let's get things straight, Kirsty." He paused, his dark eyes tracing the contours of my breasts, the rise of my nipples. "I'm a wealthy man and you're a beautiful young lady. I get lonely living here. I need company. I need... Let's just hope you get used to your new home before long."
"New home?" I echoed fearfully. I knew only too well what his intentions were. I'd made no mistake.
"Yes, this is your home now."
"Only for two weeks," I returned shakily, fear gripping me again. "Only while I'm on holiday."
"No one knows where you are, Kirsty. The address on the letter I sent you... Let's not worry about that. Are you hungry?"
"No," I lied.
"You will be, later. Relax and watch television while I prepare the meal."
; "I'm leaving," I said, walking to the patio doors. "Naked or not, I'm getting out of here. I'll go to the police station and..."
He let out a chuckle. "I omitted to mention one thing," he grinned triumphantly. "I'm the only one living on the island. There are no police stations. Or anything else, for that matter. You're stuck here with me, whether you like it or not. I suggest that you get to like it, and quickly. If you don't... I wouldn't want to see you go hungry, Kirsty."
"You can't keep me here as your prisoner!" I returned angrily. I hated anger.
Leaving the room, he turned in the doorway and smiled at me. "You're my guest," he said. "Well, that's not strictly true. You'll pay for your keep, of course."
"Pay? I have no money. You've taken my things and..."
"I don't mean that you'll pay with money."
When he'd gone, I broke down and cried. My heart racing, my hands trembling, I had to escape before... before what? He obviously wanted sex, and I shuddered at the thought. Hearing him in the kitchen, I looked around the room. There was no point in trying to escape with nothing to wear. Apart from that, if the island really was deserted, there was no point leaving the villa. I couldn't swim to the neighbouring islands. I had no idea how far away or in which direction they were. And he'd have made sure that I couldn't use his boat.
Climbing the stairs, I walked into my room and lay on the mattress. Tears streaming down my face, I thought of Sharon. Even if she'd managed to get to Athens, she'd have no idea where to find me. I should have listened to David. No, I should never listen to David. Perhaps my mother would... She'd not think anything wrong for at least two weeks. No one would have any concern for two weeks, or longer. Closing my eyes, hot and exhausted after the long journey, I finally fell into a deep sleep. Unbeknown to me, my nightmare was only just beginning.
Waking with a start, I leaped up and looked around the room. Thoughts of my uncle filtered into my mind as sleep left me. My surroundings soon became familiar. The light was on, the air warm, but I felt cold between my thighs. Looking down, I gasped as I found myself gazing at a large patch of thick white cream covering my vulval flesh. What had he done? I wondered apprehensively. He'd touched me while I was asleep, he violated my body and...
Dashing into the shower, I knew what the evil man had done to me. The hot water rinsing the foam away, I stared in horror at my hairless vaginal lips, the smooth flesh of my naked mons. This was no longer a bad dream. It was like something out of a weird film. Were monsters lurking? The only monster was my so-called uncle.
Standing by my bed, I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. What sort of man was I dealing with? A sex maniac? A psychopath? Was he really my uncle? No uncle would do this to his niece. My mind hurting me, I wanted to go home.
I had to control myself, I knew as fear churned the pit of my stomach and I began to tremble. I had to compose myself, try to think straight. Whatever happened, whatever the man had planned for me, I knew I'd survive. Unless he planned to... I tried to push the fearful thought from my mind. I'd heard the TV news often enough, read the newspaper articles. Girls go on holiday and never return. They're sold into sexual slavery, never to be seen again. Shuddering at the notion, I came up with what I thought was a good idea.
I'd humour him, play along with him. If I gained his confidence, his trust, I might eventually find a way to escape. If I convinced him that I liked him, that I was quite happy to spend my holiday naked with him... My plan was probably futile, but it was all I could think of. If nothing else, it might give me time, I reflected as I walked downstairs to the lounge. My legs were like jelly, my heart banging hard against my chest. Although acutely embarrassed, shaking with fear, I had to pull myself together and face him.
"You slept for two hours," he smiled nonchalantly. "Oh, yes!" he beamed, focusing on the swell of my naked vagina lips. "That's much better."
"Why did you...?" I began.
"Are you hungry?" he suddenly said.
"No," I smiled, sitting on the sofa and crossing my legs. I was absolutely starving. I had to play the game, come across as friendly. "What are you doing this evening?" I asked, forcing a bright smile.
"I thought we'd have a few drinks and get to know each other. Spend some time chatting and get to know each other a little better."
"Yes, I'd like that," I said, folding my arms and covering my naked breasts. "My friend, Sharon, she was going to ring me when she arrived at Athens Airport."
"I'm afraid I had to turn your phone off. Mobile phones send out signals which can be traced. The location of the phone... Would you like a drink?"
"Vodka and lime, please. With plenty of ice."
"I'm having a few friends over tomorrow evening," he said, walking to the bar. I hated the sight of his balls swinging below the moons of his naked buttocks. "I thought it would be a good idea if you were to act as waitress."
"Waitress?" I echoed.
"Serve the food and drinks. There'll only be half a dozen of us."
"I'd love to," I replied, hoping I'd find a means of escape.
"Tell me," he said, passing me a drink. "Do you masturbate?"
My face reddening, I didn't know what to say. "No, no I don't," I finally stammered. I was wasting my time. Humouring him wasn't going to work. "Uncle Jack, I'm really worried about Sharon."
"Once she realizes that she can't contact you, she'll get a flight back to London. Have you never masturbated? I only ask because my friends will expect you to put on a little show for them."
My heart sank. "What... what sort of show?" I stammered.
"Masturbation." He retook his seat and sipped his drink. "Most men like to watch a girl masturbating. Especially a beautiful girl like you. You'll have to get some practice in."
He was completely insane, I thought, as he knocked back his drink and chatted about his so-called friends. Even in my wildest dreams I'd never have thought I'd find myself in such a situation. And apart from frightened, I was also very hungry. I couldn't think properly with hunger pains in my stomach. Recalling his words, I knew what he had in mind. I wouldn't want to see you go hungry.
"I think I'll eat something now," I said, waiting fearfully for his reaction.
"Of course," he smiled. "And as I said earlier, you'll have to pay for your keep."
My heart missed a beat. "How?" I finally asked.
"I want you to practice for the show tomorrow evening."
"What do you mean?"
"Kirsty, you know very well what I mean. Let's not play silly games. You want food, and you know what I want in return. Nothing in life is free. As it is, you owe me for the flight and the ferry. Let's not talk about your debts. Do you fancy a Greek salad? Fresh salad tossed in virgin olive oil with feta cheese and..."
"I've changed my mind," I said. Anger and frustration welled from my heart. "I'm not hungry."
"In that case, you can practice for the show. In way of payment for the drinks you've had, you can masturbate and..."
"Never!" I screamed, leaping up from the sofa. My anger had finally erupted. I was rat food. "If you think that you can blackmail me into... into putting on some sort of kinky sexual act for you..."
"All right, all right," he smiled. "Calm down, for goodness sake."
"I don't want to be here."
"Then, go."
"I need my clothes."
"You'll also need your passport. What can I ask in exchange for your things? Let me think about it for a minute."
I wasn't going to win, I knew. Pacing the floor, I was becoming oblivious to my nudity. The least of my problems was a man ogling my naked body. I wondered whether he would allow me my freedom in exchange for my masturbating. No, I knew he'd do no such thing. He had time on his side. Whether it took hours or days to break me, he could wait. Could I wait? Without food, could I survive? In my confusion, I pondered on masturbating in front of him. I could slip my fingers between my pussy lips and rub myself and gasp as if enjoying it. I had to do something. Without food, I stood
no chance of escaping.
"I'm going out for an evening walk," he said, rising to his feet. "It's lovely down by the sea at this time of day. I'll give you some time to think about my proposition. When I get back, I'm sure you'll be only too happy to pay me for a lovely meal."
As he left the room, I sighed. Despondency setting in, I knew I had to come up with a plan, but what? His demands had started with masturbation. He'd then want me to touch him, and then he'd touch me and then... I'd enjoyed the delights of my body. I'd often masturbated, and I'd given my body to David and Sharon. Was I now to give my body to a stranger in return for my survival? Prostitutes worked to survive. I'd be doing nothing worse. Would he really watch me starve? I could call his bluff.
As the front door closed, I raced through the hall to the kitchen. The door was locked. The windows would be shut, there was no way in. Recalling the oranges hanging from the trees in the garden, I knew I could at least survive for a while. Returning to the lounge, I lifted the telephone. As I'd expected, it didn't work. He'd planned the operation well. From using another address on his letters to hiding every piece of material in the house, he'd planned the operation very well.
Nothing was perfect, I mused. No one was perfect. There must be a flaw in his plan, a loophole. I could burn the house down. Set fire to his boat and someone on a neighbouring island would see the smoke. There had to be something I could do to attract attention. I searched the house for a lighter or a box of matches, and found nothing. I could have smashed the place up, thrown bottles through the windows. I could have thrown the furniture into the swimming pool. But to what end? There was no end. Apart from conceding to his lewd demands, there was nothing I could do.
When he returned, he poured himself a drink and sat in his armchair. Gazing at my nakedness, he smiled. I knew that he was wondering at my thoughts. Saying nothing, he sipped his drink, whiling away the time as I paced the floor in my anger and rising frustration. I was already putting on a show for him, I knew as he scrutinized my vagina lips. As I walked, parading my naked body, his dark eyes followed, his penis stiffened. He was winning, and he knew it.
