Sinful Deceit by Ray Gordon Page B

wine..."
    "And what do I
have to do in return? Commit vulgar sexual acts to satisfy your
kinky desires?"
    "Kirsty,
Kirsty," he sighed. "You're eighteen-years-old. You have a
wonderful body. All I'm asking is that you masturbate for me. You
have a beautiful pussy. Every woman in the world has a pussy. It's
not as if I've never seen a naked woman before. And I'm not asking
you to do anything that you've not done before."
    "It's not like
that. A woman's body is private, only to be shared with someone she
loves."
    "And when you
masturbate..." He looked down at my naked sex crack and smiled.
"All women masturbate, Kirsty. When you masturbate, do you share
that with someone you love? Or do you do it alone?"
    "I share it
with someone I love. Me."
    "That's
ridiculous." He locked his dark eyes to mine. He was angry again.
"You have two choices, Kirsty. You either behave and do as you're
told, or..."
    "Or what?"
    "Let's not
talk about that. I want you to come and meet a friend of mine. Her
name's Maria. She's a nice girl."
    "I doubt that
very much. What's the den?"
    "I should have
guessed that you'd be listening. The den is... Come with me and
I'll show you."
    "No, I
won't."
    "Kirsty, if
you want something to eat, then come with me."
    Following him
into the lounge, I knew I was walking into a trap. But I was hungry
and also intrigued by the girl. Perhaps she was compassionate. When
she saw me and realized my plight, she might take pity on me. There
again, I very much doubted it. Becoming used to my nudity as I
followed Reece down a flight of stone steps to the basement, my
nipples becoming erect in the cool air. I was no longer
embarrassed, only fearful. But, whatever my fate, it couldn't be
too bad I tried to convince myself. Masturbating and feigning
orgasm wouldn't be too embarrassing. Walking through a door into a
well-lit room, I realized how very wrong I was.
    "Welcome to
the den," the girl grinned. I gazed at her naked body, the shaved
lips of her vagina, the swell of her breasts. Horror engulfed me.
"I'm told that you won't cooperate, Kirsty. Is that correct?"
    "I... All I
want..." I stammered, looking at the chains and whips hanging from
the walls. All I wanted was to go home.
    "Take a good
look round," she grinned. "This is where we deal with those who
won't cooperate." She moved across the room to a large,
square-shaped wooden frame. "The whips speak for themselves," she
said, waving her hand at the walls. "But this..." She pointed at
the frame. "As you can see, handcuffs are attached to each end of
the horizontal beam. Handcuffs are also attached to the bottom
section. The two upright posts are hinged in the centre, enabling
me to bend my victims over."
    "No!" I
screamed as Reece grabbed my arms from behind and frogmarched me
across the room. "Let me go!"
    "It's no good
protesting," he said as he raised my right arm high above my head.
As I struggled to break free, the girl cuffed my wrist to the top
of the frame. He was right, protesting was futile. There was
nothing I could do to save myself.
    "This is used
for correcting those who misbehave," the girl informed me, grabbing
my other arm and cuffing my wrist.
    "Please..." I
whimpered, my hands high above my head. "Why are you doing this to
me?"
    "Because you
won't cooperate," Reece chuckled, pulling on my right leg and
cuffing my ankle to the base of the frame. "Maria is an expert when
it comes to breaking girls. She's never failed yet." Grabbing my
other foot, he parted my legs wide and cuffed my ankle to the base
of the frame. "That's it," he grinned. "You're ready for
Maria."
    "She's not a
bad specimen," the girl remarked pensively, running her fingertip
up my anal crease. "Give me an hour and she'll be eating out of
your hand."
    "Out of my
trousers," he laughed, slapping my buttocks.
    As the girl
stuffed a gag into my mouth, I knew that my fate was sealed. A
million thoughts drifted through my head. Where was Sharon? Had she
returned to England and told my mother that