by Ray Gordon
The swollen lips of my pussy pulled apart, I felt the bulbous knob of Reece's erect penis stabbing at the entrance to my defenceless vagina. He drove his broad shaft deep into my tight sex sheath, the globe of his swollen glans invading my femininity, violating my naked body. Only David had driven his penis into the sanctity of my pussy, but now... "She's very tight," he murmured as his hairy scrotum pressed against the wet flesh of my parted vaginal lips. I felt his lower belly meet my burning buttocks, his warm hands gripping my naked hips. Our genitals were locked, my fidelity shattered.
Fidelity? I'd made love with Sharon. Did that constitute infidelity? Let no man put asunder. A female tongue, female fingers... No, I hadn't been unfaithful to David. Perhaps I should have been. Perhaps I should have experienced sex with another man, taken another man's sperm into my vaginal throat. At least I'd have gained experienced in my own time rather than suffer enforced sexual acts in all their crudity.
The penis invading my vagina withdrew and then thrust into the cushiony sheath of my sex duct again. There were squelching sounds, my juices squelching within my hot love sheath. I could feel his balls as they swung to and fro, battering the swell of my taut outer lips. His lower belly repeatedly slapped the crimsoned flesh of my whipped buttocks. I was being fucked. Fuck. I didn't like the word. It sounded crude, vulgar. But what other word described the indecent and vulgar act I was being forced to endure? I was enduring an enforced fucking.
His swollen plum driving in and out of the wet heat of my vagina, repeatedly pummelling the creamy softness of my cervix, I finally opened my eyes. Above his swinging balls his pistoning shaft was wet, glistening with the juices of my pussy. I watched the folds of my inner petals clinging to his veined member, dragging in and out, in and out. The sight aroused me, but fear still engulfed me. I knew that my bottom-hole would be violated next. And then... And then, I dreaded to think.
"While you're enjoying her cunt, I'll attend her sweet bottom," Maria said huskily. I heard her moving about as Reece continued to thrust his solid penis in and out of my drenched pussy. The rounded cheeks of my buttocks suddenly yanked apart, I jumped as a fingertip encircled the brown tissue within my anal gully. I was nothing more than a sex object, I knew as the fingertip slipped past my sphincter muscles and delved into the fiery heat of my rectal duct. As her finger drove slowly along my anal canal, massaging the inner flesh of my bottom, Reece increased his pistoning rhythm. Never had I known that such incredible sensations existed. The two orifices between my legs crudely violated by strangers, the hot juices of my penis-inflated pussy spurting from my stretched vaginal entrance and spraying my inner thighs, I did my best to hold back my orgasm. I didn't want them to know the immense pleasure I was enjoying. I didn't want to admit the heavenly sensations to myself, let alone my captors.
"Here it comes," Reece breathed. I could feel his sperm, deep into my vagina it rushed, filling my tightening sheath. I watched the sperm bubbling from my sex hole and stream down my inner thighs as he crudely fucked me. Mingling with my juices of arousal, the rivers of white liquid flowed down my legs, dripping onto the floor and forming a pool of sex. My naked body jolting with every thrust, my anal canal crudely pistoned by a girl's finger, I stifled my whimpers as my own climax erupted within the swollen nub of my pulsating clitoris.
Again and again shockwaves of pure sexual ecstasy rolled through my trembling body. My entire being centring on my vagina, my pulsating clitoris, I thought I'd never recover from my drug-like state. The sensations from my anal duct rippling throughout my tethered body, I wondered why I'd never explored my secret hole. Not once had I ventured between my firm buttocks, teased the sensitive rosebud of my anal inlet, penetrated my hot anal sheath. When I'd told David that I wanted him to lick me there, I hadn't meant it. I was simply trying to shock him. But now? Would Sharon finger my rectum? Would she lick the brown portal to my bowels? I imagined licking her anal inlet, teasing her there with the tip of my wet tongue. Wondering at the taste of her secret hole, I was sure that I'd never see her again. If only I'd... If only.
My orgasm finally receding, I was looking forward in a fearful way to the next bout of sex. As Reece finished, emptying his balls, he slowly extracted his deflating penis from my vagina. I heard the squelch of the withdrawal, the squelching of sperm and girl juice. He chuckled as Maria yanked her finger out of my inflamed bottom-hole like a cork popping out of a bottle. What had he planned next?
"It's time she had something to eat," he said, opening the door. "I won't be a minute."
"You can't eat in that position," Maria giggled, pulling the horizontal beam up.
I was desperate to eat as she secured the catches. My body at right angles to my legs, I watched as she placed a low table beneath my head. My mouth would be a few inches above the plate. Low enough for me to eat, albeit like an animal. I didn't care what position I was in, as long as I had food. As Reece returned and Maria removed the gag from my mouth, my stomach rumbled in anticipation. I waited impatiently as they moved about behind me. I heard them whispering to each other, no doubt making their plans for me. At that time, I'd have done anything to eat.
"Right," Maria smiled, lying on the table with her suntanned thighs parted wide. I gazed at the open valley of her sex-wet vagina, her rubicund inner folds, the bared entrance to her lust sheath. "You want to eat?"
"Yes," I murmured. "But I want food, not..."
"Fresh cucumber for starters," Reece laughed. I watched as he pushed the green shaft of the fruit deep into Maria's accommodating vaginal duct. "Help yourself, Kirsty," he said as I gazed in awe at the girl's taut inner lips encompassing the huge shaft.
"Eat it out of my cunt," my hostess giggled. "I'm well juiced, so it should taste nice."
Lowering my head, I took the cucumber into my mouth and bit off the protruding end. Hungry for more, I forced my mouth hard against the warm swell of her lips and sucked the cucumber out of her creamy vagina. Eating like a starved dog, the taste of her vaginal juices mingling with the fruit, I wondered what the main course was. I needed something substantial. Cucumber was better than nothing, but...
"Eat it all up like a good girl," Maria smiled, squeezing her vaginal muscles and ejecting the hot green shaft. I watched the taut skin of her outer lips part as the cucumber slipped inch by inch out of her vagina. However humiliating and degrading, at least I'd survive. But this was nothing in comparison to what was to come, I knew. Her clitoris emerging between the inverted V where her inner lips fused, I knew I'd be forced to lick her to orgasm once I'd consumed the pussy-wet fruit.
Hanging from my cuffed wrists, I realized how easy it was to lure girls to the island and use them as sex slaves. Once a girl had landed at Athens and hopped onto a ferry, it would prove very difficult to trace her movements. Had Reece done this before? Was I the first, or one of many? If there had been others before me, where were they?
Swallowing the last of the cucumber, I watched Maria take the swollen pads of her outer lips between her fingers and thumbs. Pulling the fleshy cushions wide apart, she bared the cream-drenched hole to her sex sheath. I thought that I'd be instructed to lick her there, told to suck out the juices of her drenched cunt. Moving between my parted feet, Reece began to push green olives into the girl's vaginal throat. I counted them. One, two three... Her sex sheath swallowed at least twelve. I didn't like olives, but that didn't bother me.
"Eat them," the girl giggled. I watched as an olive emerged between her inner lips. Holding it there for a few seconds, she somehow managed to suck it back inside her vagina. Again, the olive emerged and I took it into my mouth before she could tease me. Another one appeared between the wet petals of her inner lips. I locked my mouth to her vaginal portal and ate all the olives from her body.
Maria turned over and lay on her stomach with her naked buttocks just below my face. As Reece parted the cheeks of her bottom I scrutinized the tissue of Maria's little anal starfish. I imagined the bulbous knob of a penis driving past her sphincter mus
cles and deep into the heat of her bowels. Did David want to fuck my bottom?
Massaging what appeared to be butter over the inlet of her anal canal, Reece produced a peeled banana and pushed the pointed and against her secret hole. The banana slipping into her rectal duct with surprising ease, I wondered how far I'd be plunged into the murky depths of sexual depravity. I'd endured a merciless thrashing and Reece's penis fucking and sperming my pussy. I'd eaten from Maria's vagina, and now...
"Eat it," Reece ordered me as he pushed the banana deeper into the girl's anal hole, leaving only the end emerging between the firm orbs of her buttocks.
"I need the loo," I said.
"Then, go," he chuckled, kneeling behind my projected buttocks and parting the fleshy swell of my outer labia. "I'm ready when you are. Go on, have a good piss."
"No!" I returned.
"In that case, eat the banana."
Lowering my head, I sucked the end of the fruit into my hungry mouth. I was starving, and had no qualms about eating from the girl's bottom. My bladder was full, but I daren't... Taking another bite as she squeezed her muscles and ejected the banana, my stomach rumbling, I swallowed the hot fruit. The bittersweet taste was surprisingly pleasant, and I imagined eating from Sharon's bottom-hole. Would she enjoy it? Would David like to watch me sucking a banana out of another girl's bottom?
My meal over, I wondered what I was to endure next as Maria clambered off the table and stood up. Would Reece force his erect penis deep into the tight duct of my bottom and pump his sperm into my bowels? As Maria released my hands, I managed to straighten my aching body. Her breasts were well rounded, her chestnut areolae topped with long, wedge-shaped nipples. I imagined that she was Sharon. I wanted to suck her nipples.
"That'll do for now," she said, taking something from a shelf. "We'll take her upstairs and give her some fresh air." I looked down as she ran a leather belt around my waist. Wondering what she was doing as she grabbed two straps hanging from the front of the belt and ran them between my thighs, I thought it might be some kind of chastity device. Fixing the straps to the back of the belt, she took two metal clips from the shelf and knelt before me.
"You'll enjoy this," Reece chuckled, watching Maria fix the clips to the straps running either side of my pussy slit. "Not only will you remain naked, but your fanny will be forever open for our pleasure." My eyes widening as the girl stretched my outer labia wide apart, I grimaced as she attached the clips to my fleshy hillocks. The valley of my vagina held wide open, my clitoris clearly visible, she stood back and admired her handiwork.
"Now your cunt is open for all to see," she said proudly. Leaning forward, I focused on the gaping crack of my pussy. I wondered what she'd meant by for all to see. People were arriving at six. Was I to act as waitress whilst so blatantly displayed?
Fixing a leather collar around my neck, Reece grabbed two thin chains and attached them to my wrists with single cuffs. Fixing the other ends of the chains to the collar, he ordered me to follow him upstairs. The chains would only allow me to lower my hands to my hips. I couldn't reach down and release the clips holding my sex cushions apart. They seemed to have every horrendous device imaginable, I reflected, walking up the basement steps. My vaginal valley crudely exposed as I entered the lounge, I was told to go and sit by the swimming pool.
"Our guests will be here at six," Reece said, pouring me a drink as Maria dived into the pool. "We're going to have a good evening. With you serving the food and drink, we're going to have a great evening."
"I'm not serving food or doing anything," I returned, sitting on a chair by the pool. The lips of my vagina hurt.
"I really don't think you have a choice," he said threateningly. "Unless you want to go hungry..."
"I hate you," I spat.
"You might be wondering why we've clamped your pussy lips apart."
"I know why. Because you're a sad pervert and she's a filthy lesbian."
"My male guests enjoy a dip in the pool. They also enjoy a dip in a girl's cunt. Your cunt is wide open, very wet and ready for as many fuckings as they wish. Needless to say, my guests are into naked buttock spanking."
As he dived into the pool, I sighed and prayed for David to come and rescue me. I was being repeatedly fucked by several men, my naked buttocks spanked. My fate was sealed, my body nothing more than a sex object, my life destroyed. What had I done to deserve such cruelty? As Reece leapt out of the pool, his bronzed body glistening, he laughed. Closing my eyes, I didn't want to look at him.
"My male guests also enjoy anal sex," he chuckled. "Ever had two cocks up you? One up the front, one up the back and... and I think one or two in your mouth would be rather interesting. You're going to be pumped full of spunk, Kirsty. You're going to have so much spunk pumped into you and over you that you'll drown in the stuff."
"I need the loo," I said shakily, immediately wishing I hadn't.
"And I need to watch you going to the loo," he smiled. "Go on, I'm watching. Piss for me."
"I'd like to piss all over you!" I returned.
"Oh, you will, Kirsty. And I'll be pissing all over you. Pissing, spunking... We'll enjoy everything, believe me."
I'd found my hell. Lucifer was near.
Chapter Six
The first guest arrived and stood by the pool gazing longingly at my naked body. He was in his mid-thirties, his bronzed body naked, his massive penis erect with his purple plum fully exposed. His eyes were dark, his hair jet-black. I assumed that he was Greek. His heavy balls rolling, I knew that I'd be taking his sperm. My mouth, my pussy, my bottom-hole? Which orifice would he violate with his huge cock?
Reece came out onto the patio and passed him a drink. I didn't know where Maria was, and I didn't care. All I wanted was to get out of the prison of debased sex. The two men began whispering, their eyes glancing at my nakedness now and then. I felt as if I was for sale. I was a manikin in a shop window, my body discussed by a salesman. I dreaded to think what plans the potential purchaser had for me.
"She's not bad looking," the man said, sipping his drink. The ice chinked enticingly in the glass. My pink tongue peeped. Feeling thirsty, I licked my dry lips. "Is she a good cock sucker?" he asked crudely. "I like a tart who's a good cock sucker."
"Why don't you find out?" Reece laughed.
"And why don't you fuck off," I spat. The vulgar words tumbled from my mouth without my thinking. But then I thought. "Just fuck off."
"She's a fiery little thing," the man chuckled.
"She'll have the whip unless she behaves herself," Reece murmured angrily. His dark eyes glared at me. "Kirsty, you'll do as you're told or you won't eat for several days."
"I don't want to eat," I returned.
"Who have we here?" a second guest asked as he joined us on the patio.
"This is Kirsty," Reece said, turning to face the naked man. "She's our waitress for the evening."
"Is that all?"
"Our waitress, our plaything... She's here to please, aren't you, Kirsty?"
Wandering around the pool, wet vaginal crack exposed, I walked through the grounds to escape the men. Escape? I knew there was no escape, but I felt easier sitting alone on the grass by the wall. There were no daisies to chain, but the grass cooled my burning buttocks. I dreaded another whipping. Perhaps they didn't have daisies in Greece. They had villa prisons, chains of bondage, leather whips... But no daisies
At least Reece hadn't followed me, allowing me some time alone to ponder on my horrific predicament. Perhaps that was the idea. Give me time to think, time to realize that the only way to survive was to give in. Did I have a choice? I either gave my body willingly to the men, or endured enforced sex. They'd take me whether I was willing or not. I didn't want to fight or argue. But I didn't want strangers fucking me. Squatting, I tried to drain my bladder. For some reason, I couldn't do it. Perhaps I should make one more attempt at escaping, I reflected, looking up at the high wall.
I tried to reach the belt around my waist, but
it was two inches below my tethered hands. Neither could I detach the leather collar around my neck. There was nothing I could do to release the clamps holding my inflamed pussy lips apart. To reach an island naked was one thing. But to arrive with the lips of my vagina crudely held apart? Gazing down at the pink flesh within my wet sex crack, I knew I was to be fucked by several men. It was inevitable. But as long as I had food and was aloud to sleep, I hoped I could put up with the sexual slavery.
"Oh, there you are," Maria smiled as she rounded the bushes and stood before me. Her curvaceous body was brown, Mediterranean brown. "You're wanted by the pool."
"I'm not going," I returned, gazing at threads of white liquid trickling between the inner folds of her pussy and running down her legs.
"It's sperm," she grinned, her dark eyes following my gaze. "Come on, the men want you."
"I've told you, I'm not going."
"Kirsty, you have to do as you're told."
"Why?"
"Because you'll be punished. And it'll be far more serious than a mere whipping."
"How many other girls have you abducted and forced into crude sex?" I asked accusingly.
"Come on, let's go."
"How many?" I repeated firmly. "And where are they now?"
"Have you found her?" Reece bellowed from the pool. "Maria, have you found her?"
"Yes!" Maria called. She looked down at me and smiled again. "Do you want the leather whip again, Kirsty?"
"No, of course not."
"Or the cane?"
"No."
"But you do want to eat?"
"Yes."
"Right, let's go back to the pool. After you've... You'll be eating in a while."
Rising to my feet, I followed the girl through the grounds to the pool where there were now six young men with Reece. All naked, their penises snaking over their hairy balls, they scrutinized my nude body, the rudely exposed valley of my once-secret vagina. They were grinning as they turned their heads and looked at something. As I turned and looked, I gasped in disbelief. There was a hideous-looking contraption by the pool. A padded table with two metal poles rising from the corners. Leather stirrups hung ominously from the tops of the poles. I knew exactly what they were for.
