Sinful Deceit by Ray Gordon

from that, I booked you into a hotel in Athens. They've been
paid and their records will show you as having stayed for several
nights. Whether you were there or not doesn't really matter. The
owner doesn't care what goes on in his hotel. The register is
rarely signed and, as long as he gets his money, he doesn't give a
damn who does or doesn't sleep in the rooms. Just to add a little
authenticity to your stay at the hotel, your suitcase is in the
room. Oh, and your mobile phone and your passport. Are you sure
you're not feeling hungry?"
    He had planned
the operation well. But I was still sure that there'd be a loophole
somewhere. He couldn't have covered everything. Or could he? My
stomach rumbling, I knew that I'd have to eat something before
long. I knew only too well that, if I conceded by masturbating in
front of him, even though I'd fake orgasm, he'd demand more and
more of me. Deciding to wait until the morning before making a
decision, I walked to the lounge door.
    "I'm going up
to my room," I said, turning to face him.
    "There's a
nice salad prepared for you in the kitchen," he smiled.
    "No, thank
you. By the way, I rang David from my mobile phone when we were on
the ferry. I told him which island the ferry was going to. I don't
think he'll have too much trouble discovering where I am."
    "If that's
true, and again I don't believe it is, then your friend David will
still have a choice of hundreds of islands to search."
    "All the same,
the search will be narrowed."
    "Marginally.
There's one more thing you should know, Kirsty. After your stay at
the hotel in Athens, you're booked on a ferry to Lesvos. Using your
real name, of course. Your luggage will be sent to Lesvos. From
there, you could easily have gone to another island. Or Turkey.
Sleep well, Kirsty."
    Climbing the
stairs to my room, a tear rolling down my cheek, I flopped onto the
bed and broke down. I might just as well give in, I reflected. I
might as well offer him my naked body to do with as he wished.
There was no point in fighting or humouring him. He had time on his
side, and I had nothing. My fate seemed sealed. I was to become his
sex slave for two weeks - or possibly a lot longer.
     
     

Chapter
Five
     
    Tossing and
turning all night, I hardly slept. There were monsters in my room,
in my head. He was in my dreams, my nightmares. Lying on the bed in
my enforced nakedness, I wondered what to do. I could hear
movements downstairs. He was up and about, skulking like a hunting
animal. There were kitchen noises. Cutlery, china... He was
probably enjoying a decent breakfast. Should I submit? I pondered
as my fingers toyed between the pads of my outer labia. My clitoris
stirred in anticipation of my intimate caress. My juices of desire
seeped between the unfolding wings of my inner lips. I was hungry.
To masturbate while he watched wouldn't be too bad. But what would
it lead to?
    Rising from
the bed, I wandered out onto the balcony and looked at the garden.
Birds were singing, the sun was bright, but my heart neither sang
nor shone. For all I cared, it might as well have been lashing with
rain. No doubt it was still raining in England. The time had come
to make a decision. I either fought or gave in to my so-called
uncle. To procrastinate a moment longer was futile. I could smell
bacon. My mouth watered, my stomach rumbled. Leaving my room, I
went downstairs and marched into the kitchen with an air of
confidence, defiance. He was sitting at the table eating his
breakfast.
    "I'm hungry. I
need to eat," I stated firmly. I eyed his flaccid penis with
disdain and he rose to his feet.
    "Of course you
need to eat," he smiled. "I've just had eggs and bacon. Would you
like some?"
    Had he had a
change of mind? "Yes, please," I replied hopefully. Perhaps he'd
found some compassion within the turpitude of his foul mind.
    "We'll go into
the lounge first," he said with an eagerness I found disquieting.
"You can practice for this evening, and then enjoy a decent