by Ray Gordon
The fingers leaving the wet sheath of my spasming cunt, I gasped as a solid penis entered me and began fucking me. My clitoris massaged by the thrusting shaft, I finally came in an explosion of love juice. My inner thighs wet, I sucked on Maria's cumbud with renewed vigour, her orgasm rolling on and on as she cried out and writhed.
"Enough!" she finally gasped, her quivering body lolling to one side as she gasped for breath. "God, that's enough. The wet flesh of her cunt leaving my face, I watched as she almost fell off the bed and staggered across the room. My audience chuckling as she leaned against the wall, I waited for Christine to force the wet valley of her vagina against my mouth. Sucking sperm from a solid knob, drinking the juices of orgasm from a hot cunt, tongue fucking a bottom-hole... I craved sex in all its crudity.
"Are you lot ready to spunk her face again?" Christine asked in her crudity. I looked at the veined shafts of the men's penises. Most were fully erect, their purple knobs swollen in arousal, in readiness to shoot more spunk over my drenched face. How many men had I sucked off? I wondered, eyeing the silken purple knobs. How much sperm had I taken into my mouth and swallowed since arriving at the island of sin? More to the point, how many more orgasming knobs was I to suck? I'd lose count, I knew as four men knelt on the bed with their erect penises hovering above my face. I'd already lost count.
I pondered on the so-called doctor as four pairs of heavy balls hung ominously above my spermed and girl-juiced face. He'd arrive and discover that his plan had been shattered. Why the hell the girl-sluts had to invite men to fuck me behind Reece's back, I had no idea. I supposed they thought it would be fun while the boss was away. Focusing on the men's sperm slits as they began wanking their hard shafts, I imagined Reece's boat sinking. Poetic justice? Where was David? Had his boat sunk? I'd not been in contact with anyone on the outside world. Why hadn't someone done something? Why the hell had David fallen prey to his base desires instead of searching for me? Perhaps he didn't care.
A pool of sperm lay between the plastic sheet and my naked body, and I wondered how long I'd have to endure such inhumane conditions. My face drenched with girl-juice and sperm, my naked body sticky and starched, I wondered whether I'd be pissed upon. Would David piss in my mouth? He'd fucked the tight sheath of my arse. No doubt he'd love to treat me like a common whore by pissing all over me. Where had his love gone? He'd never loved me. He'd only lusted after my wet cunt.
As I watched the men wanking, I pondered on the videos Reece said I'd be starring in. So many idle threats, I reflected.
"Come on," Christine urged the men impatiently. "You lot are useless."
"Give them a chance," Maria said. "They've already spunked over her once."
"We should have invited real men," Christine sighed. "Real men would have managed at least four loads of spunk."
Listening to the banter as the huge cocks swelled above me, I wondered what the girls had planned for me. There'd come a time when the men were done in their wanking and sperming. What would happen then? Perhaps they'd piss until they were done in their pissing. I knew that the sperm was about to flow again as the men began gasping in their arousal. Wanking faster, their heavy balls bouncing, they positioned their swollen knobs over my face. Any minute now, I mused, poking my tongue out. The white rain of male orgasm would shower me once more. Sperm would flow over my lips, run down my cheeks and trickle into my ears.
"Yes," one man breathed as a strand of satiny liquid ejected from the slit of his glans. Streaming through the air, the sperm landed on my face, splattering me as another knob exploded in orgasm and released it spunk. All four deep-purple knobs spunking over my face, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and swallowed the nectar or sex. The white rain continued to pour, running over my cheeks and flooding my neck. My long blonde hair soaked, my eyes stinging with the salty fluid, I watched as the trembling men wanked their cocks until they'd again drained their beautiful balls.
"This would make some great cum shots," one of the girls giggled. I think it was Maria. Cum shots? I pondered on the term. I'd heard it somewhere in connection with porn on the Internet. Is that what men liked to see? A pretty face showered with spunk? It must have been a male domination thing, I reflected as the last of the spunk dribbled from the deflating knobs and trickled over the starched skin of my cheeks.
"Someone's here," Christine breathed with an urgency that sent Maria scurrying out of the room like a frightened rabbit. The men looked at each other and then dashed to the window to join Christine. It would be the doctor, I was sure as I licked my spermed lips. He'd come to implement his plan, his plan to abduct me and use my naked body solely for his kinky pleasures. Selfish in the extreme. Share and share alike.
"It's OK," one of the men said with more than a hint of relief. "It's the doctor."
"What does he want?" another asked.
"He's come to carry out his experiments," Christine said. "It's all right, Maria will get rid of him."
"I hope so. We don't want him telling Reece that we were here."
"Reece won't mind," another laughed.
"You know he doesn't like visitors while he's away."
"It's the doctor," Maria said as she breezed into the room. "He saw someone skulking around on the beach on the other side of the island."
"Who?"
"I don't know, but it doesn't sound good."
"We'd better go and take a look."
As the men filed out of the room followed by Christine, Maria gazed out of the window. I could hear loud voices, arguing. Panic was setting in. But the plan had gone terribly wrong. Maria turned and looked at the doctor as he wandered into the room. He looked worried as he joined her at the window. If the girl stayed while the others went on the manhunt, the plan would fail.
"There may have been two of them," the doctor said. "I was rounding the island when I thought I saw someone on the beach."
"Was there a boat?" Maria asked.
"By the time I'd noticed the first man, I'd gone round the bay and couldn't see. Why don't you go with the others?"
"No, I'll stay here," she said, looking out of the window again.
"I'll continue with my experiments and you go and help the others," he persisted.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"Of course not. It's just that. To be honest, I'm very worried. It might be nothing more than holidaymakers having a look round. There again, it might be..."
"There are enough men to deal with it," Maria broke in. "They'll tell whoever it is that this is a private island and they're trespassing. Or they might..."
"They might what? You do realize that it could be the police."
"If it is... All we can do is wait and see."
"We'd better get the girl out of the way," the doctor said, casting his eyes over my naked body. "If it is the police and they come here..."
"Shut up," Maria snapped. She was becoming agitated. "Don't say anything in front of the girl. Come downstairs with me."
As they left and closed the door, I wondered whether the doctor would be able to persuade Maria to join the others. If not, then... then all would be lost. Including my life, if Reece was to be believed. My face sperm-starched, my body lying in a pool of spunk, I closed my eyes and prayed. My fate seemed to be sealed, I reflected. My escape attempts had all failed miserably, David's search had seemingly ending in... Hope drained from me like urine draining from a bladder, like sperm draining from balls. I was condemned to... I daren't even think about it.
Chapter Fourteen
For an hour I'd lain on the bed, the sperm almost dry, my naked body glued to the plastic sheet. Perhaps everyone had gone dashing to the far side of the island, I pondered. I had no idea where Donna was, where she was being held prisoner, what she was having to endure. Perhaps the doctor had taken her instead of me. At least Reece was out of the way for a couple of days. Perhaps I'd have a chance to escape without the doctor's help.
The ageing doctor finally entered the room and sat on the
bed beside me. He was wearing a white shirt and tight trousers; too tight for a man of his age. Rubbing his pointed chin as he eyed the naked lips of my spermed vagina, he looked anxious. I knew from his expression that the plan had flown out of the window. Maybe he'd come up with another idea, I mused as he ran the tips of his fingers over the full lips of my spermed mouth.
"I'm sorry," he sighed, moving his hand down to the erect nipple of my breast. "I've failed."
"You were only going to imprison me elsewhere," I returned angrily. "I might as well be abused by these creeps as by you."
"My prison, if that's what you want to call it, is a comfortable apartment in Athens," he said irritably. "You'd have had the run of the place, your own room and..."
"And you'd have violated my body in return. You'd have carried out your vile experiments and fucked me and..."
"No, it wasn't going to be like that," he broke in. "You're different. I... I wanted you to stay with me and enjoy sex with me, yes. But you weren't going to be a prisoner, as such."
"As such? I'd either be your prisoner or I wouldn't. Would I have been free to return to England to see my family and friends?"
"We're wasting time, Kirsty."
"You don't want to answer, do you?"
"Of course I couldn't let you return to England. I'd never see you again."
"I'd be a prisoner in your apartment, then. Just as I'm a prisoner here."
"I'd have treated you properly."
"Oh, really? You wouldn't have stuffed dildos up my cunt and fucked me as if I was a common whore, then?"
"We... Maria is downstairs. I couldn't talk her into leaving me to guard you."
He glanced at the door before taking the key to the handcuffs from the table. Was he going to release me? What was the catch? He probably wanted to treat me like a cum-slut and spunk all over my face. Would David like to wank and shoot his spunk all over my face?
"I'll release you and then you'll be on your own," the doctor whispered. "I'll keep Maria talking while you escape. My boat's by the jetty. The key's in the ignition. Take the boat and... Good luck, Kirsty."
"Thanks," I said softly as he freed me. This was another trick, I knew. But, trick or not, it was worth attempting another escape. Peeling my starched body away from the plastic sheet and dashing to the door, I looked down at my naked body. "Clothes," I murmured. "I need something to wear."
"There is nothing," he said. "You'll have to go as you are. Let me go down stairs first. I'll keep her talking in the kitchen."
"OK," I whispered.
I was highly suspicious, but decided to take the risk and make a run for it. Perhaps the old man had found some sympathy in the vile swamp of his sex-crazed mind. There was no sympathy on the island of sin. Hearing voices, I slipped down the stairs and crept through the lounge. I had no idea whether the wrought iron gates would be open as I stole across the patio. Out of sight of the villa, I dashed through the grounds, realizing that I might bump into the men. All I could do was run like hell and hope that freedom would meet me.
The gates were open, and I sprinted down the track to the jetty. My bare feet hurting I ran on to the jetty and looked about, my eyes darting between the dozen or so boats. Which one? My heart banging hard against my chest, I felt panicky as I leaped from boat to boat. None had keys, and I was sure that I'd been tricked yet again. The water lapped, the boats bobbed, the open sea beckoned me. If only...
"Kirsty!" Donna called from the beach. "Quickly, follow me!"
"Where to?" I asked, leaping out of a boat. "We have to take a boat! For God's sake, we have to take a bloody boat and get away from here!"
"There's a boat in the bay. Come on, before we're caught!"
I was in two minds as I bounded along the jetty and dashed towards Donna. Another boat? How did she know? Had she escaped earlier and been hiding in the trees? She seemed to know where she was going as she sprinted along the sandy beach and rounded a corner. She was naked, the roundness of her buttocks exciting me, the violin curves of her hips wetting my vaginal sheath. Chasing after her, I thought I must be mad. I'd been on the jetty where a dozen boats were moored, but now... Stopping as I rounded the corner, I couldn't see Donna.
"Here," she called in a loud whisper from the bushes.
"Donna," I panted. "What the hell..."
"There's a boat in the next bay," she said as I squatted beside her. "Had you tried to steal one from the jetty you'd have had the whole gang after you."
"But..."
"Kirsty," she began, locking her sparkling eyes to mine, "I'm pretty sure it was a trick."
"Why would they trick me like that? I mean, why let me think I've escaped and then... How do you know what happened?"
"I've been spying, listening. Don't you see?" she frowned, shaking her head. "They're playing with you. I worked that out ages ago."
"No, I don't agree," I returned. I spied her hairless pussy lips bulging between her shapely thighs. "The doctor planned this escape," I said, dragging my eyes away from the wet crack of her cunt. "Reece is away and..."
"He's not gone away. I heard them talking. This whole thing was devised by Reece to play games with you."
"Why? What would he gain?"
"Obedience, for one thing. His idea is to let you think that you've escaped. Again and again he recaptures you. He reckons that, eventually, you'll give up even thinking about escaping, let alone..."
"That's crazy, Donna. He's had me here in chains, chained up in a basement. Why go to all the trouble of..."
"Look, we're wasting time. We've got to get to the boat and get away before they realize that we're missing."
"Where have you been? I haven't seen you for ages."
"They've been keeping me in the stable. I managed to untie the ropes and get away. They plan to..."
"Let's go and find this boat," I said. "You go on. I need the loo so I'll catch up with you."
"Hurry, then," she smiled, leaving the bushes. "The boat's just around the corner."
Dashing into the undergrowth as she started along the beach, I decided this was a trap. I didn't know what sort of trap or why it had been set up, but my instincts told me to steer clear of the girl and make my own escape. I no longer had trust in anyone. From Donna to David, I trusted no one. Whether or not I trusted myself, I didn't know. Let loose in a pub full of good-looking men in England, who knows what I might do? I prayed the day would soon come when I'd find out.
I heard Donna calling me as I made my way through the trees. I couldn't see the beach, but knew I was keeping up with her as she neared the bay. Should I join her if there really was a boat? I wondered, peering through the bushes. I saw her stop and turn round. She was looking for me. Casting my eyes up and down the deserted beach, I couldn't see a boat. Had she tricked me? I felt despondent, drained. I couldn't go on. The crude sex, the whipping, the perpetual spunking, my failed escape attempts... I was running out of energy, both mentally and physically.
"Kirsty!" she called, rather too loudly for someone who was trying to escape a bunch of creeps. I kept still behind the bush, watching, spying, wondering what she'd do next. My fingers toying between my sticky vaginal lips, my juices of desire coursing from my tightening pussy, I realized that I needed to come. My clitoris swelling beneath my massaging finger, I managed to drag my hand away from my sex crack. Hadn't I had enough sex? I wondered, watching Donna trace her steps back along the beach.
Licking my sex juices from my finger, I continued on my way through the trees. I'd never been to the far side of the island, and decided to explore. The trees giving me cover, I listened for sounds of life as I crept through the bushes. I'd hear them before they heard me, I was sure as Donna's voice called in the distance. She called out again. If she was trying to escape she was doing a good job of letting the men know where she was.
I'd trekked through the trees for twenty minutes or more and decided to peer through the bushes at the beach. Nothing but sand lay stretched out along the coastline. Sand and
blue water. If only I could swim, I mused. I'd have risked my life swimming away from the island to find freedom. Freedom? My life in England couldn't really have been described as free. Living with the restrictions of my mother, hounded by David and his plans for marriage and the patter of tiny feet... Whatever the situation, there was no freedom.
If ever I returned to England, I'd change my life. But my life had been changed for me, Reece had seen to that. But no one would know of my experiences, I reflected.
Deciding to walk on, I wondered how big the island was. I'd walk full-circle and eventually return to the jetty unless I was careful, I mused. Looking up at the sun sparkling through the trees, I took my bearings. All the time the sun was to my left, I'd be heading away from the jetty. Sharon might be in her garden beneath the sun, I thought, wondering what she was doing. We might both be looking at the sun, and yet we were miles apart. She was free, and I... She wasn't free. No one was free.
Reece might have thought he was free living in his luxury villa on a Greek island. But he was a slave to his kinky desires, ruled by his cock.
Again peering through the bushes at the beach as I sat on the ground, I reckoned that I'd walked at least a mile. The sun was hot, my naked body starched with sperm and scented with urine. Dare I risk washing in the sea? Leaving the bushes, I walked across the hot sand to the water's edge. I paddled, the cooling water soothing my aching feet as I splashed. Watching the sparkle of the sun reflected in the water, I was about to wash my body when I thought I heard music drifting in the breeze.
I turned this way and that, listening intently as the music grew louder and then faded with the changing wind. Was it coming from the villa? No, they'd hardly be having a party knowing that I'd escaped. Walking along the shore in the direction of the music, my heart racing, I prayed I'd come across civilization. Maybe there was a village nearby. The smell of burgers filling my nostrils, I slipped into the bushes and stole though the undergrowth.
