by Ray Gordon
"This will be filmed," Reece said. "Caught on film with his cock up your arse and Maria's naked body all over him, I don't think David will want anyone to know about his visit to my island." Maria's giggles resounded around the house. "Ah, here they come," Reece chuckled, clapping his hands. "Let's discover just how faithful your boyfriend is. Maria will have told him about a filthy little slut who likes it up her arse. You being the filthy little slut, of course. Hopefully, he'll not hesitate when he sees your arsehole exposed."
"I've told David about my sister," Maria trilled. "Ah, I see she's ready for him. Well, David, does the sight arouse you?"
"Mmm, very much," came the soft reply. With the blanket over my head, I couldn't be sure that the muffled voice was David's.
"I hope you find your girlfriend," Maria said. "In the meantime, you can enjoy yourself with my sister. She's dying for it, believe me. She's a right little slut, into anything and everything. Go ahead, give her one up her arse."
I heard the unbuckling of a belt, the unzipping of trousers. Was it really David? My buttocks crudely yanked apart, a tongue delved into my anal gully. Warm, wet, the tongue teased the sensitive tissue of my sperm-oozing anal eye. Licking the full length of my buttock crease, his hot breath on my private flesh, I waited in anticipation for the inevitable anal penetration.
I couldn't believe that David would come all this way to look for me and then fuck some unknown tart's arse. There again, I didn't really know him. Perhaps he'd always screwed around. All the time he'd been going out with me, he might have been shagging every slut he could get hold of. Had he screwed Sharon's arse? No, Sharon wasn't a slut. Was she? Whoever the man was crudely attending the sensitive inlet to my rectum, I was sure that it wasn't David.
"Shove it right up her tight arse," Maria giggled. "You were saying how prudish your girlfriend was, so now you've the opportunity to experience real hardcore sex with a horny little slut."
His bulbous knob pressing hard against my anus, I jolted as his swollen plum slipped past the tight portal to my bowels. If it was David, then surely he'd know who I was. If only he... If only. For all I knew, this was one of Reece's tricks. David wouldn't screw a slut's arse. Who was I trying to convince? No doubt any man would slip his cock up a slut's arse given the opportunity. Was I a slut? His shaft penetrating the deep shaft to my bowels, I felt like a common slut.
"Better than your girlfriend, I'll bet," Reece said mockingly.
"Definitely," the man gasped, driving his swollen glans deeper into my inflamed anal channel. It could have been David's voice. I wasn't sure.
"David was saying that his girlfriend had mentioned Shirley Valentine when he'd tried to talk her out of going abroad," Maria said. "Apparently her mother had been all for it. She should have listened to David."
"She should have," Reece said. "Are you going to join in or talk about his girlfriend all night?"
As I felt Maria's warm hands parting the firm globes of my weal-lined buttocks, tears filled my eyes. No one could have known that I'd mentioned Shirley Valentine to David. Even Sharon hadn't been present at the time. I couldn't believe that he'd do a thing like this. Forcing his erect penis into a girl's bottom-hole? Buggering a girl that, as far as he was concerned, he'd never set eyes on before. The penis fucking my bottom was the penis that had taken my virginity by the river, the penis of the man I'd once loved. How many other girls had he fucked while I'd been going out with him? How many arseholes had he forced his cock into and spunked? But that wasn't my concern. All I wanted to do was get off the island of crude sex and return to England.
"Coming," David grunted as his cock swelled within the tightening tube of my bottom. I felt his sperm gushing, lubricating the illicit union as Maria's fingers groped between my legs and finally slipped into the gaping hole of my wet cunt. I moaned through my nose as loud as I could in the hope that David would think something was wrong. He obviously thought that I was coming as he slapped my tensed buttocks and fucked my arse in his crudity.
His swinging balls battering my taut vaginal lips as Maria finger fucked my spasming cunt, I knew that David was no different to Reece. Perhaps all men were the same, I reflected. I should have been different when I'd been at home. I should have played the field, used men as they used women. I should have been a whore. One thing was certain, I was a whore now. When I got home, if I got home, I'd make sure that David caught me fucking another man. What would he think if he were to walk into my bedroom and discover another man's huge cock fucking the tight sheath of my arse? He'd pay for his vulgarity, no matter how long it took.
"I'll suck the rest of the spunk out of your cock," Maria said as David withdrew his deflating penis from my sperm-drenched anal canal. I listened to the slurping sounds, the long low moans from David as the tart sucked his purple knob. Perhaps I shouldn't have punished him. Had I allowed him to come in my mouth, perhaps he'd... Perhaps this, perhaps that. I couldn't blame myself for the way David was. He obviously liked whores, not decent girls like me. Decent?
"And now we've another treat for you," Maria finally giggled. "Donna's ready and waiting for your beautiful cock."
"Sounds good," David chuckled.
"Donna's a good fuck," Reece said. "You'll really enjoy shafting her tight cunt."
Listening to movements in the room as the men laughed, I lay with sperm oozing from my bottom-hole, waiting for someone to release me. Voices fading into the distance, I thought I'd been left alone until a hand slapped my naked buttocks. My trembling body jolting, I guessed it was Reece as a finger wormed its way into my arse.
"David enjoyed that," Reece said, massaging the sperm-drenched inner flesh of my inflamed rectum. "When he's fucked Donna senseless, we'll see him on his way. He was saying that he's only got a few days left as he has to be back at work. It seems that his job is more important than you. There again, with the sluts he has listed in his diary, I'm not surprised that he's not too bothered about you."
Trying to block out the shocking truth about my so-called boyfriend, I lay quivering while Reece continued to finger fuck my tight anal canal. David would tell Sharon that his search had been fruitless and they'd probably forget about me. They'd think that I'd gone off with some man or other and was having the time of my life. I didn't know what my mother would think. She'd be fluttering around the kitchen making cakes, wondering when I was going to call her. I doubted that I'd ever be able to call her. Sadness engulfed me as Reece forced at least three fingers into the dank tube leading to my bowels.
"A lot of girls go missing while they're on holiday," Reece said pensively as he finally slipped his fingers out of my sore bottom-hole. "They go off abroad and are never seen again. I reckon that the majority of them were unhappy at home and found new lives. But the few such as you get themselves... You're a beautiful young woman, Kirsty. When you first arrived I looked at your shapely legs. I imagined your pussy, the pouting lips, the wet crack, the tight hole. I knew as we arrived that I'd be licking your clitoris and fucking your beautiful cunt. When I wiped the dilapidating cream between your legs... You were fast asleep, Kirsty. I stood by the bed and wanked, shot my spunk all over your cunt."
As I felt Reece's penis pressing against the entrance to my rectum, I shuddered. Another cock fucking my bum. David was screwing Donna's arse while Reece was screwing mine. Was anyone screwing Sharon's arse? As Reece's shaft impaled me completely, my tight ring gripping the root of his cock, I felt the juices of my vagina seeping. Anal sex was arousing me, sending me soaring. What had I become in my enslavement?
"Shit!" Maria spat as she entered the room. "Fucking shit!"
"What is it?" Reece asked, making his last thrusts deep into my arse before slipping his spent cock out.
"David's coming back."
"What?"
"Are you fucking deaf? I said he's coming back."
"OK, calm down."
"Calm down? For fuck's sake, David's coming back to the fucking island."
"Why? More to the point, w
hen?"
"Tomorrow, the day after... He didn't say."
"But he said that..."
"It's your fault, Reece. Because you allowed him to fuck the slags, he wants to come back for more. I told him that it wasn't possible but he said he'd come back anyway. He reckons that it'll be nice to visit us, for shit's sake."
"It doesn't matter, Maria. Let him come back, if that's what he wants. He'll have to return to England before long, so what the fuck does it matter?"
"It matters because I think he's suspicious."
"Of course he's not suspicious. He had no idea who he was fucking."
"Reece, he was talking to someone on the ferry. He was told that a girl answering Kirsty description got off the ferry with an older man. He's been asking questions, Reece. Too many bloody questions for my liking."
"OK, OK. There's no immediate panic."
"There's something else. When he was fucking Donna, I thought she whispered something to him."
"Surely, you'd gagged her?"
"Yes, but I think she still managed to say something to him. If she mentioned the slut's name, then..."
"We don't know that she did. She might not have said anything."
"I'll go and beat the truth out of the cow."
"Don't go too far, Maria. You know what happened to..."
"Shut up, for Christ's sake. You and your bloody big mouth."
"Where are the others?"
"In the studio."
"OK, we won't allow this to spoil the evening. Send them up and they can have their fun with Kirsty."
For the first time I felt positive about the future. Reece was playing the episode down, but I knew he was concerned. David might have shown his true colours by fucking what he thought to be a slag, but all that mattered was that he came back to rescue me. I needed the opportunity to speak to Donna, to find out exactly what she'd said to David. If she'd mentioned my name to him, then he'd...
"Now you're really going to get it," Reece growled, ripping the blanket off my head. "You're going to have half a dozen men up your sweet arse, fucking and spunking your bowels." Pulling the gag down, he grinned at me. "So mush for your boyfriend's fidelity," he chuckled.
"He'll be back," I returned. "And he'll bring the police with him."
"By the time he comes back, with or without the police, you won't be here."
"What do you mean?" I asked fearfully.
"Things are hotting up. I was hoping to use you for several months but, to play it safe, I'd better do away with you as soon as possible. Tonight, I think. After you've been... Ah, here come the guests. This will be your last session, Kirsty. Make the most of it."
The naked men walked into the lounge and stood behind me with their erect penises pointing to the ceiling. Make the most of it? Was this it? Was this the end of the line? Reece wasn't a killer, I was sure. Whatever had happened to the other girls who'd fallen into his trap, I was sure that they'd not been... Done away with? What had he meant by that? Only one thing.
"I'll tell you what," Reece said as several hands mauled my naked buttocks. "Why don't you all spunk over the slut's face?"
"Sound good," someone chortled.
"We'll take a few cum-shot photos of the tart's face dripping with spunk."
Releasing my bonds as the men readily agreed, Reece flung my naked body to the floor and pinned me down. I was a rag doll, a shagged doll. As the men knelt on the floor with their purple knobs hovering above my face, I gazed at their veined shafts. What would they get out of wanking and sperming over me? What was the psychology? Was it some kind of power thing? Was it to convince themselves that man was the all-powerful and woman nothing but dirt?
Rolling their foreskins back and forth over their purple plums, their balls jolting as they increased their wanking rhythm, I imagined David wanking. He wouldn't be thinking of me, my cunt. He'd be picturing his cock stuffed up some dirty little whore's arse. Little did he know that I was the dirty little whore he'd arse fucked. No, I wasn't a whore, a tart, a slut, a slag. I was still a woman. I had retained my dignity although Reece had done his utmost to strip me of my self-respect. I was still a woman, despite... I didn't know what I was as the solid penises swelled above my flushed face. I was alive, for the time being.
The men came quickly, in unison. Their sperm jetting from their knob slits in white ribbons, raining over my face, I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue out. I was trying to appear eager to impress Reece. I hadn't wanted to taste the spunk splattering my face, spraying into my mouth. I hated the raining sperm, but I wanted to impress my jailer. My very life might be in the balance. It was now down to me to convince Reece that I was worth hanging on to.
The men's gasping filling my ears, their spunk filling my mouth, I knew only too well that I wanted to drink from their beautiful cocks. I loved every drop of the showering spunk. The white threads streaming from the swollen knobs, spurting into my thirsty mouth, I couldn't get enough spunk. Why had I tried to convince myself otherwise? I was a whore.
It was David's fault. Had he not destroyed our relationship with his wonton infidelity, I'd have shunned the idea of swallowing the downpour of sperm. It was Sharon's fault for deserting me. It was my mother's fault. My father shouldn't have died. I'd needed a father figure. No, it was down to me. It was my doing. I hated myself.
The lubricious sperm spattering all over my face, the salty liquid bathing my tongue, I felt my juices of arousal gushing from my yawning cunt as my passion for crude sex reached frightening heights. I watched the sperm spurting from the knob slits in long white strands, dripping from the solid shafts. I licked my spermed lips, swallowed as much male sex-juice as I could. The men's heavy balls jolted, their purple plums appearing and disappearing as they wanked their solid cocks. I wanted more men, more cocks, more sperm sperming over my naked body.
My face drenched with male come, my long blonde hair matted with orgasmic fluid, I gazed at the deflating purple plums as the men squeezed the remnants of spunk from their cocks. Now what? They'd need time to recover before doing it again, I knew as they stood up and joined Reece for a drink. I supposed that they had no concern for me as I clambered to my feet and walked across the lounge. Ignoring me, they knew damn well that I'd be around the next time they wanted to de-sperm their huge balls. Descending the basement steps as ice chinked in their glasses and laughter filled the air, I was determined to find Donna.
The door to the den ajar, I spied through the crack. The sight that met my eyes sent a shudder up my spine, and a quiver through my stomach. Donna was lying on the floor with a wooden box beneath her buttocks. Her naked body painfully arched over the box, her vagina oozing liquid, I held my hand to my mouth. She'd been shaved, the swollen lips of her pussy completely devoid of hair. Her hands cuffed to the far wall, her feet held wide apart by ropes fixed to steel rings in the floor, she wasn't moving.
"Donna," I breathed, dashing into the room. "Donna, are you OK?"
"Just about," she murmured, opening her eyes and gazing up at me.
"What have they done to you?" I asked.
"That man."
"Which man?"
"His name was David. He fucked my bottom."
"Did you mention my name to him?"
"Earlier, I'd heard Maria mention you to him. I gathered he'd come to Greece to look for you. Even though I was gagged I managed to mumble your name."
"What did he say?"
"He asked me where you were. I tried to tell him but the gag prevented me. I couldn't make him understand. Maria suspected something and stuffed it deeper into my mouth. David fucked my bottom and then Maria took him away."
"What did David look like?"
"I don't know; it was dark. Before he left he whispered in my ear. He said he'd be back."
"Thank God for that."
"He also said something about a Mini and a BMW. Does that mean anything to you?"
"Yes it does," I murmured. "It proves it was David."
"Will he come back?" sh
e asked hopefully.
"I hope so," I sighed. "God, I hope so."
A Mini and a BMW? It was definitely David. No one knew about the conversation we'd had in the pub or in my bedroom. Although David had behaved despicably by screwing my arse, and Donna's, at least he now knew where I was and would return with help. Reece and his evil accomplices would soon be behind bars. At last, I could see light at the end of the tunnel. There was a God. There again, what sort of God would force me to endure...
"Kirsty," Donna whispered. "I ache all over. See if you can release the ropes so I can at least get off this box."
"Ok," I smiled. Hearing a noise outside the door, I hesitated. "Hang on," I said, moving to the door.
"There's someone in the room next door," Donna enlightened me. "I don't know who it is, but I heard Maria talking to someone in there."
"I'll be back," I murmured, slipping out of the room.
Standing outside the studio door, I heard muffled voices. It was a girl and a man. Sure that it wasn't Maria, I pressed my ear to the door. The girl was saying something about David. I could only make out a few words. Boat. Tampered with. End of that problem. The man laughed as he talked about someone having their comeuppance for interfering. More laughter emanated from the studio. I knew that they'd done something to David's boat. Sabotage.
Dashing up the stone steps, I'd had enough of Reece and his gang. If anything happened to David... I didn't know what to do as I crept into the lounge. The men were on the patio, drinking and chatting. Sneaking into the hall, I tried the front door. To my surprise, it wasn't locked. Slipping outside, I was about to dash down the drive in the hope that the gates were open when I had an idea.
It occurred to me that I'd not walked all the way round the perimeter wall. Thinking there might be another way out of the grounds, I decided to make my way across the field. I recalled seeing electricity cables running from a pole to the house. If I could find where the cables came from, I might be able to cut them. With no electricity, Reece would have a major problem on his hands. He'd have to call someone out to the island to repair the damage. Hopefully, that someone would help me escape.
