by Ray Gordon
"You know where you're going, don't you?" Maria grinned, holding my chin. "You're going back to the villa where you'll be bound and whipped until you scream for mercy."
"You can't do this!" I cried as they dragged my naked body across the floor and forced me to lean over the side of the bath.
"We can do what we like," Christine returned, grabbing a shampoo bottle and moving to the basin. "And we'll begin by giving you an enema."
Listening to water gushing from the tap as my naked buttocks were crudely yanked apart, I wondered what would happen when Nicky returned. If he wasn't involved and he discovered the girls abusing me... He must have been involved, I reflected as the open end of the shampoo bottle was forced against the sensitive brown tissue surrounding my bottom-hole. He must have met the tarts in the street and let them into the apartment.
My anal sphincter muscles yielding as the end of the plastic bottle entered my rectum, I cried out. My naked buttocks pulled further apart, I grimaced as the bottle glided into me.
"Keep going," Maria said as the tapering bottle drove deeper into my arse duct, the delicate brown tissue of my anal rosebud painfully stretching to capacity. Gasping, I squeezed my eyes shut as a rush of cold water bloated my bowels. The swollen lips of my pussy spread by unseen fingers, I whimpered as a fist drove into the creamy cavern of my vaginal. Sobbing as the bottle was forced even deeper into my anal canal, my vaginal sheath painfully stretched by the twisting fist, I screamed as my naked buttocks were repeatedly spanked.
"Please!" I howled, the pain permeating the firm flesh of my anal orbs as the gruelling spanking continued. Ignoring my cries, the girls fisted my cunt, pistoned my inflamed arse with the bottle. The squelching noises of my vaginal juices echoing around the bathroom, mingling with sucking sounds as the bottle drove in and out of my anal tube, I clung to the edge of the bath in desperation. My bowels full of water, my naked buttocks stinging like hell as the ruthless spanking continued, I screamed out in the hope that a neighbour might here me.
"Shut the cum-slut up," Maria hissed, withdrawing her fist from the inflamed sheath of my drenched cunt. Leaving the bottle embedded within my bloated anal canal, Christine pulled my quivering body up as Maria knelt on the floor. "Lick my arsehole," Maria ordered me, resting her head on the floor and lifting her skirt up over her back. Projecting her naked buttocks, presenting the brown eye of her anus as Christine pushed my head down, she again ordered me to lick here there.
The warm orbs of Maria's naked bottom pressed against my cheeks, I poked my tongue out and tentatively tasted the brown tissue of her anal inlet. She squirmed and gasped as the tip of my tongue entered her small hole, teasing the dank flesh of her rectum. My wet lips sealing our illicit union, I poked my tongue further into her anal tube as she reached behind her back and parted her rounded buttocks. The inlet to her bowels stretched wide open, my tongue slipped easily into her hot anal channel. The bittersweet flavour of her inner sheath tantalising my taste buds, I breathed in the heady aroma of her anal crease as the cheeks of my bottom were yanked apart. Pulling the bottle out of my tightening anal duct, Christine began licking my arsehole, teasing the sensitive nerve endings there with her wet tongue.
"You taste good," she murmured as my muscles spasmed, the water gushing from my anal hole and splattering her face as I licked the dank walls of Maria's tight rectal sheath. Christine's tongue delving deeper into the distended canal of my sore arse as I tongued Maria's hot rectum, I knew that I'd spend the rest of my days committing one vile sexual act after another. There'd be no let up. The whipping, the fucking and sperming, sucking and licking... I was sure that I'd never see England or Sharon again.
Hearing the front door slam shut, I wondered whether Reece had arrived to drag me back to his island of vulgar sex. He'd said that he was going to Athens. Perhaps he'd seen me outside the taverna, or entering Nicky's apartment. How were they going to take me to their boat? The street was busy with holidaymakers, humming with people. They'd probably roll me up in a blanket and throw me into the back of a van, and once back in the villa I'd be subjected to their every whim.
"Hey!" Nicky cried as he walked into the bathroom. "What the hell you doing?"
"Help me!" I screamed. "For God's sake, help me!"
Hauling Christine to her feet, he helped me up as the girl fled the apartment. As Maria clambered to her feet and ran, he sat me on the edge of the bath and brushed my wet hair away from my face. A wave of relief rolling through me as I realized that he wasn't involved with the vile duo, I hung my head and sobbed uncontrollably.
"What they do to you?" he asked.
"They... I want to go home," I wailed as he put his arm around my shoulders and comforted me. "I just want to go home." Lifting my head, I looked at him as he gazed longingly at my erect nipples. Was he going to take advantage of me? That's what my naked body was for, wasn't it? As he lowered his head and stared at the hairless lips of my vagina, I parted my thighs.
"Here," he said, grabbing the shorts and T-shirt from the floor. "You dress now."
"Dress?" I echoed disbelievingly. "Aren't you going to fuck me?"
"Fuck you?" he repeated, shock registering in his expression. "Why you think I fuck you?"
"All men fuck me," I sighed.
"I like fuck you but... You dress now."
Leaving the bathroom, he smiled as he closed the door. I sat motionless for several seconds, unable to comprehend the situation. I was naked, the swollen lips of my vagina devoid of hair, the crack of my pussy gaping, inviting a solid penis to enter my well juiced cunt and fuck me. Was Nicky abnormal? I found myself wondering in my confusion. Didn't he want my body? Why didn't he want to push his hard cock into my cunt and spunk me? Perhaps he was gay.
Grabbing a towel, I dried myself and slipped into the shorts and T-shirt. Finding Nicky in the kitchen, I started to explain about the tarts, what they were doing in his apartment, but he didn't want to know. His only concern was that I was all right. Telling me to relax in the lounge while he prepared the meal, he passed me a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"You no worry any more," he said. I felt guilty for thinking that he was involved with Reece and the tarts. Pouring the wine, I wondered whether there'd be another attack. Reece was sure to realize that I'd be going to the embassy at some stage. Perhaps he was planning to grab me in the street or... My mind spinning, I couldn't think about it any more. What if this, what if that... I had to relax my aching head.
"OK," Nicky said as he brought in the food. "We eat and then I take you to embassy." He was a lovely man. Warm, friendly, and a gentleman, he'd make an ideal partner. But I wanted Sharon. I thought about her as I ate. Where was she? What was she doing? As for David... If he wanted to hear the patter of tiny feet, then he'd have to fuck someone else. There was no way I wanted him anywhere near me.
The people at the embassy were extremely helpful. Flying me back to Gatwick and even arranging for a taxi to take me home, I couldn't have asked for more. Nicky had bought me a pair of tight-fitting jeans, a lovely T-shit and a pair of shoes. He'd given me his phone number and asked me to come back and stay with him one day. But I knew that I'd never return to Greece. I swore to stay several thousand miles away from the islands. Perhaps I'd invite him to England. Would Sharon like him? I hoped not.
It seemed strange standing outside my mother's house. It was cold and raining, as I'd expected. Wintry England, summery Greece. Safe England, I hoped. When my mother opened the front door she just smiled and asked whether I'd had a good time. Making tea and opening a packet of biscuits, she knew nothing of what I'd been through, and I wasn't going to tell her about it. She didn't think it odd that I hadn't contacted her. To the contrary, she said she'd thought me to be having such a good time that she hadn't expected to hear from me. A good time?
"But you should have called Sharon," she said as she hovered in the kitchen. "She's phoned a hundred times asking whether I've heard from you."
"I lost my phone," I said, fee
ling comfortable in the familiar surroundings of the kitchen. "None of the pay phones seem to work in Greece." I paused, wondering whether to ask about the whore-slag. "Has David been in touch?" I finally asked as disinterestedly as possible. He'd been up my arse.
"He's been in hospital," she replied. "Didn't you know?"
"No, I... Is he all right?"
"The day you left, he broke his ankle playing football. He was in hospital for two days and the poor boy's been stuck in his flat ever since."
As my mother rambled on, a thousand thoughts ran through my head. David's alibi was perfect, he was innocent. But, if it wasn't David who'd fucked my arse it must have been one of the so-called guests, I mused. But how did Reece know so much about me? How did he know that I'd mentioned Shirley Valentine to David?
"Have you seen David?" I interrupted my mother as she talked about making a cake. He might have lied to her. "Have you seen his ankle?"
"I went to see him the other day," she replied. "His ankle's in plaster. He's in a lot of pain, I can tell you. Sharon was with him."
"Sharon?" I echoed, jealousy gripping me. Had she sucked him off? "Sharon was at his flat?"
"Yes. She said that she was passing and had called in to see whether he wanted anything."
Had he wanted a blowjob? "Did she mention me?"
"Only to complain about you not phoning her. David said that he'd spoken to Julie so we knew that you were OK."
"Julie? Who's she?"
"The friend you made in Greece. David called and she answered your mobile. Apparently, you'd gone into the town."
"Oh, right," I smiled. "That was just before I lost my phone. What did Julie say?"
"Just that you were having a nice time and the weather was good. David chatted to her for a long time. He said that she sounded really nice."
"Yes, yes she is."
"You'd better ring Sharon."
"Yes, I will."
Calling from the phone in the hall, I realized David must have mentioned Shirley Valentine to whoever had answered my phone. It would have been Maria, I mused. She'd probably got David chatting and he'd mentioned one or two things about me. But why had Reece gone to all the trouble of conning me? Why did he want me to think that David had been to the villa and... It didn't matter why.
"It's me," I said softly as Sharon answered the phone.
"Hi," she trilled. "I couldn't get a flight and..."
"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine. You are naughty, Kirsty. You should have called me."
"I lost my phone and..."
"I hear that you made a new friend. Julie, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Just a friend? How old is she?"
"Yes, Sharon; just a friend. She's... she's about fifty."
"Oh, right. Shall I come round? We've so much to talk about."
"Yes, I'd like that."
"OK, give me ten minutes. By the way, David broke his ankle."
"Yes, I know. I'll see you soon."
No one knew anything of my plight. As far as they were concerned, I'd simply enjoyed a holiday abroad. I'd returned somewhat later than I'd intended, but no one seemed to notice. Perhaps they were all too busy with their own lives. David and his ankle, my mother and her cakes and her incessant hovering, Sharon and... I wanted her. The soft wet folds of her cunt, her lubricious juices of lust, her ripe clitoris, her elongated nipples... I desperately wanted and needed her naked body.
My mother decided that she needed to go into town, which was fortuitous. Perhaps she knew that I needed to be alone in the house with Sharon. Perhaps she knew that I was in love, in lust. Changing into a miniskirt and loose-fitting blouse, I said goodbye to my mother and paced the lounge. Waiting is a terrible thing. Waiting, needing, longing... When the doorbell rang, my stomach somersaulted. Hesitating, I looked at my reflection in the hall mirror. I'd caught the sun. My hair seemed blonder. Perhaps the sperm and urine had lightened the colour. Slipping my hand up my short skirt, I felt the wetness between my outer lips. No knickers. My cunt was free, available, yearning.
"Hi," Sharon smiled as I opened the door. She didn't know that I'd been spermed over, arse fucked, whipped, tongued, fingers... "You look well."
"I've missed you," I said huskily as she followed me upstairs to my bedroom, to my lair, my lesbian sex den. Perching on the end of the bed, she smiled at me with her diamond-sparkling eyes. Had she fucked David? "I want you, Sharon," I murmured.
"Kirsty," she began. "Kirsty, I..."
"I want to lick your cunt."
"I've been thinking while you've been away."
"And?" I asked anxiously.
"You and David... He seems to think that you're getting married. If we're going to... Well, you know."
"David might be getting married but I'm not. I want you, Sharon. I want you like I've never wanted anyone."
"I'm all yours," she grinned, tugging her skirt down her long naked legs.
As we tossed our clothes to the floor and slipped beneath the quilt, I ran my finger up and down the warm gully between her rounded buttocks. Her fingers seeking the wet entrance to my yearning cunt as my fingers penetrated the tight sheath of her rectum, we both gasped and shuddered. I'd found my soul-mate, I knew.
Reece and the others... They didn't matter any more. I decided to make an anonymous call to the police at some stage. But I felt that Reece would already have cleared the evidence from his villa. Donna wasn't in danger, I reflected. Part of the scam. But why bother with such a complex scam in the first place? Why go to all the trouble of... Sharon's tongue delving into the wet valley of my pussy, it didn't matter why.
"David wanted me to suck his cock," she breathed as she licked my pulsating clitoris.
"And did you?" I asked.
"No. I told him to go to hell. Fancy saying that he's marrying you and then asking me to..."
"He's a man, Sharon," I giggled. "A perfectly normal man."
"I don't want men."
"And neither do I."
Her tongue entering the drenched sheath of my cunt, Sharon's gentle lovemaking aroused me no end. But it was crude lesbian sex that I wanted, that I had become used to. I'd have to initiate her, I mused as she tentatively teased the brown eye of my anus with her fingertip. I wanted her pink tongue up my arse, her clenched fist forced deep into my beautifully wet cunt. Handcuffs, speculums, whips, chains... Chains of bondage had replaced chains of daisies.
When I was young I'd frolic in the garden. Now I wasn't so young. I'd have to initiate Sharon. Changes around me had changed things within me. I had found my domain.
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