Sinful Deceit

by Ray Gordon

  "Yes," the man gasped as the flow of urine finally ceased and his spunk shot into my mouth. I watched the white liquid streaming from his knob-slit as the shaft of his cock visible twitched with every pump of his orgasm. Issuing in long threads, the spunk landed in my hair, ran down my cheeks, dripped from my chin and bathed my urine-drenched breasts. My naked body dripping in male come and Donna's piss, I wondered whether I'd be allowed to wash. Doubting it very much as the man's black cock continued to pump out its white spunk, splattering my face with the slippery liquid of orgasm, I licked the urine and sperm from my lips.

  "Next!" Reece laughed as the man's sperm-dripping knob slipped out of the buzzing ring. Another erect cock hovered before my face, the purple head swollen in arousal as the owner placed it in the vibrating ring, I turned my thoughts to David. Had he made it safely to another island? There were too many unanswered questions. What had Reece done with the others? Why risk inviting David to the villa when he could have sent him on his way at the jetty? Why had no one come looking for Donna? Having gone to all the trouble of luring me to the island, why hadn't Reece waited for Sharon to arrive and dragged her into the den? No one would know where she was any more than they knew where I was.

  The purple plum visibly pulsating only inches from my face as Reece pushed my head further forward, I pondered on Donna. There'd been no sign of her boat. Had Reece dragged it away, there'd have been marks in the sand. Unless he'd driven it around the island and moored it somewhere. The boat must have had an engine. There was no way Donna would have rowed from another island. Thinking back, I realized that I'd not heard an engine when she'd arrived. And why did she go to the villa when I'd not only warned her about Reece but she'd seen what he'd done to me?

  Feeling uneasy about Donna as the gasping man's penis twitched and his spunk rained over my face, I recalled Reece's concern for the girl when I'd been eager to enjoy her. I wondered whether she was working with Reece as spunk continued to spurt from the swollen knob and splatter my face. But I couldn't see what they'd gain by pretending Donna was a victim. They didn't want information from me. There was nothing Donna could learn from me.

  "I'll get the camera and take some photographs for the website," Reece said as he left the room.

  I couldn't stop wondering about Donna. It wasn't so strange that she should be out in a boat and happen to come across the island. But it was rather odd that Reece should leave a ladder by the perimeter wall knowing that I was wandering around the grounds. What with the wrought iron gates and TV camera, security was tight. To leave a ladder by the wall was... was probably planned.

  If Reece didn't know about the ladder, then he'd have wondered how I'd escaped from the grounds. And if he'd taken Donna's boat, then he must have been hiding near to the beach and seen her arrive. It didn't add up, there were too many loopholes. After my escape, he'd have checked the wall and discovered the ladder. Deciding that Donna was Reece's ally, I tried to work out what they hoped to gain from such deception.

  "God," the man before me breathed as a long thread of thick sperm erupted over my face. Glancing at Donna, hatred welling in my heart, I decided to feed her false information. The next time we were left alone I'd tell her that one of the previous guests had felt sorry for me and was going to send help.

  The man moved aside. As two men stood either side of me with their knobs pressing on my cheeks, I thought I'd be instructed to suck them to orgasm and drink their sperm. A fresh knob slipping into the vibrating ring, Christine and Maria began to wank the solid shafts hovering either side of my head. Three lots of sperm, I mused, my breasts becoming starched as the white liquid and urine dried. Gazing at each purple crown in turn, I licked my salty lips. At least I'd not received the whip for my sabotage, I reflected as I waited for the sperm to rain over my face. I'd not had my naked buttocks whipped in way of punishment - yet.

  I was soon to discover whether or not Reece was bluffing. If he was, then why? Was it to teach me obedience? I heard Reece moving about as the three men surrounding me began to gasp and tremble. Was he taking photographs of my tethered body? Sperm suddenly shooting from one knob and then the other two, I closed my eyes. I wondered how many were left in the queue.

  "Suck their cocks," Christine hissed, forcing the orgasming knobs deep into my mouth. "Drink their spunk, you dirty little tart." I repeatedly swallowed. I really was nothing any more. My dignity, my femininity... I'd been stripped of my self-respect.

  "Now," Christine murmured pensively, and I knew her mind was brimming with wicked thoughts, "she hasn't been punished for cutting the electricity supply off."

  "Or for trying to kill me," Maria added angrily.

  As the men filed out of the room, Christine took Maria's arm and led her through the door. Perhaps they were planning my so-called punishment, I mused. The door closing, I hoped I'd have a few minutes alone with Donna before my wicked captors returned. Focusing on her pretty face, I smiled. If I was to feed her false information, then I couldn't let her know of my suspicions. She appeared so innocent. But her angelic look wasn't going to fool me.

  "I reckon we'll soon be out of here," I whispered.

  "We should be so lucky," she returned sarcastically.

  "Luck doesn't come into it. One of the guests the other day... He said that he'd send help."

  She opened her mouth and hesitated. "Who?" she finally asked, frowning at me. "Which one?"

  "I don't know his name, but he said that things had gone too far."

  "What did he look like?"

  "What does that matter? The point is that he's going to tell the police everything."

  "I can't see that someone who's involved would tell the police."

  "He implied that he's an undercover cop. From what he was saying... Reading between the lines, I reckon that the police are aware of what's been going on here."

  "Really?" she gasped, her eyes darting between the door and me.

  "Can I trust you, Donna?"

  "What sort of question is that? Of course you can trust me."

  "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you. I was trying to escape last night and..."

  "And you cut the electricity wires."

  "No, I didn't sabotage the cables."

  "Then, who..."

  "I reckon that the cops did it. The raid will be very soon now."

  "Raid?"

  "I reckon that the police are all over the island. It won't be long before we're free."

  "What are you two whispering about?" Christine asked as she ambled into the room. "Well?" she scowled at Donna.

  "Nothing," the girl replied softly.

  "Take a look at this," Christine grinned, turning and facing me. I looked up at a gold ring she was holding. "Reece wants me to pierce your clitoris. After all the trouble you've caused, he wants you on the end of a chain. A chain attached to this ring."

  "No!" I cried as she released Donna's naked body.

  "You have no choice," she giggled, slipping the funnel out of Donna's vaginal crack. "What Reece wants, he gets. And he wants you up stairs," she said, pushing the girl out of the room.

  I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have my clitoris pierced. As she closed the door and placed the gold ring on the table, I began to tremble. I'd thought I could endure anything, but I'd not imagined having my clitoris pierced. My stomach churning as I watched Christine take a long needle from the drawer and place it on the table, a wave of fear rocked my tethered body.

  "Christine!" Reece called with an urgency that made her jump. She opened the door as he called her again. Had Donna told Reece what I'd said about the police? I wondered as Christine left the room and climbed the stone steps. I could hear them talking. There was a note of concern in their loud whispers. If they believed the lies I'd told Donna, they might flee the island. But what would become of me? Chained up like an animal, I'd have no way to escape. I'd starve. Perhaps they'd take me with them? Looking at the needle and gold ring on the table, I realized how close I'd come to h
aving my clitoris pierced. Perhaps Donna had said nothing.

  Taking a deep breath, I strained my ears as the whispers drifted down the basement steps. Christine and Reece sounded agitated, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Was I to be freed, or left in the basement to rot? If only the police really were aware of Reece and his friends, I reflected as I realized I needed the loo.

  Chapter Twelve

  The electricity had come on, the lights in my basement cell burning brightly again. Over an hour had passed and I knew I couldn't control my bladder for much longer. I'd heard nothing, and seriously wondered whether my captors had fled the island. Someone must have repaired the cables, but I didn't really know what to think. All I could do was wait and listen for signs of life. My anal canal aching, I'd failed several times to eject the cylinder. The sperm and urine dried, my naked body stiff and starched, I desperately needed a shower - and food and drink.

  Thinking back to when I'd stepped onto the plane at Gatwick Airport, I wondered why I'd been such a fool. But hindsight was useless. I'd made a fatal mistake and now faced the prospect of rotting in a basement. Surely, Sharon and my mother must have been wondering why they'd not heard from me, I reflected. My mobile phone worked abroad. Perhaps they thought that I'd lost it. But they must have expected me to ring from a call box. What had happened to David? If he'd come to grief in his boat, then his family would be wondering why they'd not heard from him. Someone some day would come looking, I knew.

  My mind awash with a million thoughts, I recalled licking Sharon's vaginal folds. My heart had raced, my juices seeped as I'd sucked on the solid nub of her ripening clitoris and breathed in the aphrodisiacal aroma of her girl-scent. Why the hell had I ruined everything by going to Greece? I wondered. I'd needed a holiday, wanted to get away from David for a while and spend my nights loving Sharon. What I'd wanted didn't matter any more. It's what I was going to get that worried me.

  Hearing movements in the lounge above, I froze. Someone was up there. I heard footsteps. Someone was coming down to the basement. Reece or one of his tarts? Perhaps I was now going to have my clitoris pierced. Anxiety gripping me as the door opened inch by inch, I waited in fear and trepidation. The needle caught my eye. The gold ring...

  "Holy Mother!" a policeman muttered as he walked into the room and stared at my naked body. "You OK?"

  "Yes!" I beamed excitedly. "I am now you're here!"

  "My English not too good," he said. "Why you like this?"

  "I've been held prisoner," I returned.

  "Prisoner?" Pulling on the cuffs around my ankles, he looked into my eyes. "Key," he said. "I need key."

  "I don't know where it is," I replied, looking about me. "Who sent you here? How did you know that I was here?"

  "We saw boat adrift. My colleague talking to men on beach." He stood up and moved to the table.

  "I can't believe that you're here," I grinned as he hunted for the key to the handcuffs. "Can you find something to cover me with?" I asked as he gazed at my naked breasts, my sperm-encrusted nipples.

  "I see what I find," he smiled. "Key is somewhere. You wait. I get clothes."

  As he left the basement, I couldn't stop grinning. At last, I'd be able to return to England. My mother, David, Sharon... Praying that David was all right, I looked at the needle and gold ring lying on the table. A close shave, I reflected. Shave? Looking down at the hairless flesh of my mons, I knew my pubes would soon grow. The sense of relief was overwhelming. My heart racing as a bolt of excitement shot though me, I couldn't wait to climb aboard a boat and leave the island.

  Pondering Donna as I waited for the policeman to return with some clothes, I wondered where she was. Perhaps she'd been arrested along with Reece and his accomplices. Maria was sure to have been taken into custody, I mused. I'd have to make a statement and give evidence in court. To see Reece sentenced was going to be a glorious moment. I'd flash him a triumphant grin as he was led out of the dock. A Sunday Tabloid would probably pay thousands for my story. Hopefully, enough money to enable me to buy a flat. Would Sharon come and live with me?

  "I no find clothes," the policeman sighed as he entered the room. "And no find key."

  "There must be a way to get me out of here," I said irritably. Desperation was getting the better of me.

  "You wait. I talk to men. I come back soon."

  "Please, hurry."

  Watching him leave, I began to feel despondent. The overwhelming relief of seeing a policeman was fast being replaced by uncertainty. Perhaps it was my growing cynicism, I mused. My escape over the wall had ended in my returning to the villa. The elation I'd felt when I'd taken Alan's boat and headed out to sea had terminated in my recapture. Destroying the electricity cables had done me harm rather than good. But this was different, I tried to convince myself.

  After half an hour, the policemen returned with Reece. I'd hoped that I'd not set eyes on the evil man until he was in the dock. Why wasn't he in handcuffs? I wondered. Making out that he had no idea where the key was, he turned to me and grinned. The look in his eyes wasn't one of a man who'd just been arrested for gross sexual indecency, for rape, for torture... If anything, I saw glee reflected in his expression rather than fear.

  "This girl at your party?" the policeman asked Reece.

  "Yes, she's one if us," Reece replied with an air of confidence that worried me. "There's no law against consenting adults enjoying kinky sex, is there?"

  "I think not," came the reply.

  "No!" I cried, unable to believe what was happening. "I was brought here and forced to..."

  "You came here because I invited you," Reece smiled. "No one forced you to do anything, Kirsty."

  "Is he telling truth?" the policeman asked me. His look was accusing. I was the aggrieved, not the accused! "How you come here?"

  "She flew to Athens," Reece said before I could answer. "I met her at the airport and we came here."

  "He sent my passport to a hotel in Athens to make people believe that..."

  "Your passport is in your room with your things," Reece grinned. "Why are you lying like this?"

  "You won't get away with this," I spat.

  "Get away with what, Kirsty? Maria, Christine, Alan... They've all told the truth. And the truth is that you came here of your own accord, as they did, and have enjoyed every minute of your stay. I can understand your embarrassment, but lying isn't going to..."

  "I've been held prisoner here!" I cried hysterically.

  "We will check," the policeman said.

  "Yes, you check," Reece returned. "I sent Kirsty a plane ticket and she flew to Athens. I met her at the airport and we got a taxi to the ferry terminal."

  "And what about Donna?" I returned. "Will she tell the truth?"

  "Who is Donna?" the policeman asked, turning to Reece.

  "I have no idea. I don't know anyone of that name."

  "You liar!" I screamed.

  "Might I have a word, Inspector?" Reece asked, placing his hand on the man's shoulder. "Come upstairs and I'll show you the girl's room, and her passport and plane ticket."

  "You have to listen to me," I breathed, doing my best to remain calm.

  "I'll show the Inspector your things and then we'll look for the key," Reece said as he led the man out of the room. "This isn't the first time the key's gone missing, Inspector."

  "Wait!" I cried. The policeman came back into the room and gazed at me with suspicion in his expression. "I was lured here and..."

  "Inspector," Reece said as he stood by the man. "We have a private club. It's a sex club and it's perfectly legal. Our members enjoy kinky sex with each other. Kirsty is a relatively new member. She's come over from England for a couple of weeks to have a good time. I don't know why she's lying, but..."

  "We talk about this with my superior," the policeman broke in. "I talk to superior on radio."

  "Yes, you do that and we'll have this cleared up in no time."

  As they left the room, I tugged hopelessly on my b
onds. Why the policeman hadn't done something to help me, I had no idea. And if Reece really did have my passport upstairs... My mind muddled, riddled with a cocktail of confusion and fear, I didn't know what to think. Where was Donna? What the hell had Reece done with her? Hidden her in the wooden hut? As he'd said that he'd never heard of the girl, I was sure that she wasn't his ally. If she'd been working with him, then she'd have openly admitted that she was a member of the so-called private club. She'd have substantiated his lies.

  "Well," Reece said when he finally returned. "That's that little problem dealt with."

  "Where's the policeman?" I asked fearfully.

  "Gone. He was quite happy after he'd seen your passport and chatted to the others. His superior checked your flight from Gatwick to Athens and..." Pausing, he laughed. "He, er... The Inspector wants to join our private club."

  "You're lying," I said, scowling at him.

  "Believe what you like, it doesn't bother me. He came here because one of the boats was adrift. I must admit that I was pretty worried when we were down at the jetty and he wandered off. I didn't realize that he'd come up to the villa. Still, all's well that ends well."

  "I don't believe that he was a policeman. After seeing me like this, and hearing what I had to say, he wouldn't leave and do nothing about it."

  "He did do something. I told you, he checked you out. I think it helped when I said that you'd been on the vodka. He thought you were drunk and..."

  "And when the police finally get word that I'm missing, he'll come back and..."

  "You have a point there, Kirsty. You'll eventually be listed as a missing person and... Mind you, by then there'll be no trace of you. Anyway, I doubt that the Inspector will say anything once he's been here and fucked the tight arse off you."

  "What have you done with Donna?"

  "Donna? She's fine. Well, not fine, exactly. She's with Christine. Let's just say that she's tied up at the moment."

  "You won't get away with this," I said softly, realizing that he probably would.