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,
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,
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