Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2011 09:04:20 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Tracey. Chapter Nine

			       Chapter Nine

     He did all what he wanted to do to me and I loved every minute of
it. From the taking off of my dress and him going down on me and then
taking me from behind. I know I've said it more than once, but I loved this
man, especially when he was fucking me.

     We didn't leave our apartment for nearly a week, having our groceries
delivered for me to cook our meals, being in a state of almost nudity the
whole time. We had sex in every room and once even managed it inside a
wardrobe during our self imposed imprisonment in our home.

     Apart from Charlie bringing in our supplies, and Katie of course, we
didn't see anybody else until Charlie came knocking at our door, for we'd
refused to even answer the phone.

     `Excuse me sir,' he started off with, `but you are not answering your
phone and I've had your Mr Spencer twice on the phone asking to speak to
you. It appears to be urgent sir.'

     Marcus had answered the door wearing a robe and Charlie could see that
it was also what I was wearing, and guessed with us still in our dressing
gowns, that we'd not long left our bed.

     `Thanks Charlie. I suppose I'd better speak to him.' With the door
closed, Marcus went and picked up the phone and got through to Spencer.

     `Where the hell have you been?' he barked down the phone, and even I
could hear him sitting a good six feet away from the phone. `I've been
trying to get you all day!' Liar, I thought.

     `Sorry about that sir, but I told my man not to disturb us.'

     `Well make damn sure next time that he does disturb you when I
phone. Now get over here. At once! I suppose you'd better bring over your,
er, Tracey. Be here within the hour.' I even heard the phone slam down at
the other end.

     `Obnoxious bastard,' I said to Marcus from where I was sitting. `He
didn't really know what to call me, did he?'

     `No,' he grinned. `It's one cross we'll have to bear and one that he
will have to suffer. I prefer our cross and can live with that. Now how
about one more session before we go and face the ogre?'

     `Now that's one offer that a lady cannot refuse,' I smiled as I stood
up and took off my robe and presented my backside to him for another
glorious fucking. And what a fucking it was! How lovely to have a hard cock
shoved up inside one, to feel every vein and muscle throb and pulse as he
reamed me, and it was a pleasure that didn't cost a penny. It was about the
only thing that the government hadn't been able to put a tax on.

     Then it was into the shower and after getting dressed, made Marcus
wait until I had my make-up perfect before we set off to see what Spencer
wanted us for.

     `You took your time getting here,' he growled when we entered his
office.

     `Something came up that I had to take care of,' I said with a
malicious grin.

     `I don't appreciate your sexual innuendoes,' he snarled back at
me. `Now take a look at these photographs,' he said to Marcus, pushing a
bunch across his desk.

     `May we sit down?' I asked as Marcus picked them up. Spencer just
waved at the chairs opposite the desk, not deigning to reply to the
question. We sat down as Marcus began to sift through the pictures. There
were about ten in all, four single shots of two men, three of them both
together in what looked like a restaurant and then the others were of them
at a villa with the balance being shots of the villa itself.

     `Recognise any of them?' Spencer asked.

     `Yes,' Marcus replied and I also nodded for one of them was of Wilson,
the ex-Vice Chairman of the London branch of the European Commercial Bank,
and pointed him out.

     `I don't know the other man or where these have been taken,' Marcus
told Spencer.

     `The other man is none other than Herr Strutter, from Berlin.'

     `The one we didn't catch,' I said.

     `Where were these photos taken? Marcus asked.

     `The first ones were taken at Athens airport by one of our
stringers. It was only when the two met up did the stringer start to put
two and two together, so he followed them to the island of Zakynthos, where
the other photos of the two were taken at the villa that they are staying
at.'

     `Are they alone?' Marcus asked.

     `As far as the man there knows,' Spencer replied.

     `So what do you want us to do?'

     `Go out there and bring them back, well Wilson at least. The German
authorities can take care of Strutter if you can't manage him at the same
time.'

     `When do we leave?'

     `You're booked for the first flight out in the morning, direct for
Zakynthos. Here is a pass for you to take your gun on board the plane,
though you must surrender it for the flight and it will be given back to
you after you have landed. Keep in touch with me through our agent in
Athens, good luck.'

     `Bloody ridiculous,' I said to Marcus as we left the office. `What if
the plane was being hijacked and your gun was locked up somewhere?'

     `You do look at things on the black side Tracey,' he laughed.

     `I might do so, for quite a lot seems to happen to you that just
happens to be on the black side.'

     `My, you are full of doom and gloom today.'

     `I wasn't until we came to this bloody place,' I countered as we left
the building that housed that black spider in the middle of his web.

     `So how do we lift your spirits?' he asked.

     `Take me back to bed so that I can lift what would give me the most
pleasure.' He laughed, and we went home and back to bed where I did lift
that lovely organ of his to kiss and suck before having him put it where I
wanted it most. I even got to fuck him twice that night before we went to
sleep. He had me once again in the morning before we got up to get our
things together for our flight to Greece.

     I suppose the one advantage of working for the government is that you
only have to pick up the phone to have a car available to drive you
wherever you want to go. Though we asked Charlie to call for our car to
take us to the airport and without any trouble, we were soon in the
boarding lounge where Marcus, surreptitiously handed over his gun for safe
keeping while aboard the flight. It wasn't long after this that we boarded
and were soon winging our way to Zakynthos.

     It was a terrible flight as our plane developed a fault and we had to
put down at Naples for three hours. Then a passenger went missing and so
his baggage had to be unloaded before we could continue on our journey. By
the time we got to our destination it was early evening and so instead of
getting anything worthwhile done, we went to an hotel for the night. Not
that I minded in the least for it was a new place for me to have sex with
Marcus. When I say new place I mean locality for he always used me in the
same place, if you can follow what I am referring to. It was great as
usual, his throbbing piece of meat vibrating my insides as he slowly moved
himself in and out of me till he reached the point of no return and then
hammered into me to relieve himself to my gratification of having that
prick of his swell to utmost proportions before he came.

     The blessing was the strength of the man to be able to rise up to the
occasion in the morning to do the same again and then for me to suck out
the residue of sperm after taking off the soiled condom. Then I had the
pleasure of him going onto his knees for me to fuck him the same way. This
was a great pleasure for me to have him on his knees with me behind him. To
place my hands on his big hips and gently push my small, by comparison,
organ into him, to have the joy of fucking my own true love. To feel my
length sliding in and out of him while I imagined that I was doing this to
myself was euphoric, and when I came, well, I was in two heavens at the
same time.

     But duty called, well to him it did, and so I was left to take off my
own condom and lick my fingers from my own residue as he went in for a
shower. Fuck you, I said to myself as I then took my time over my own
shower and took extra pains over doing my make-up before we went downstairs
for our breakfast. I later wished that I hadn't been as hard in my thoughts
of him.

     We had our meal and then got a taxi from outside of the hotel and gave
the driver the address that we had been given. Marcus had him stop well
before the villa that we had been told that Wilson and Strutter were
staying at for us to get a view of the place before going in.

     It must have been at least half a mile that Marcus had us dropped from
the taxi and I wished that he'd told me before that was what he had planned
for I would have put on low heeled shoes. My feet were killing me by the
time we'd gone over the rough ground to oversee the villa where Wilson and
Strutter were alleged to be staying.

     Much to our pleasure, well mine really, that after all that hiking, we
found that the two of them were out on the terrace enjoying the
sunshine. Out final position to overlook the place wasn't of a high
elevation, but it gave us a good view of the villa and its grounds. I was
glad that I had brought a bottle of water for I was quite thirsty by the
time we'd reached our observation place. We sat there for an hour and
didn't see any other movement about the place. They appeared to get their
own drinks to have by the large, inviting pool, that shimmered in the haze
of the late morning sun

     After an hour just sitting there, that pool looked so ready for me to
swim in it, and I started to lose myself in a fantasy of swimming naked in
that cool water with Marcus touching me in the right places to give me an
orgasm. I even had a hard on when he gave me a nudge and said that we
should now move down to confront them. Another ten minutes and I would have
been all over him to fuck me and for me to fuck him, but he had other
things on his mind, such as Wilson and Strutter.

     I was beginning to hate these two as we made our way back down to the
road and then onto the villa. It took us about twenty minutes before we
came to the gates, which were open, which was a good sign, and so we went
in.

     We moved quietly but surely up the gravelled drive and skirted the
villa itself to come around the side where the swimming pool and patio
were. In our hour of observation, we didn't think there was anyone else
there and so Marcus went forward, drawing his gun from his shoulder holster
to confront them.

     I held back as he carried on to the other side of the two men on
loungers in front of the villa. They were facing the pool, a small table
between them, and Marcus moved to the far side in front of them. They both
sat up alarmed at seeing him there before them, his gun trained on them
both.

     `Hello Mr Wilson and I believe that it is Herr Strutter that I see
with you,' he said. Both men were only wearing shorts and I'm sure that
Wilson went a whiter shade of pale under his newly acquired suntan at
seeing Marcus in front of him.

     `Gott in Himmel,' was the exclamation from Strutter while Wilson's jaw
just dropped.

     `Nice to see you again,' Marcus said, and then all hell let loose. The
window to one of the patio doors just exploded with a shower of glass and I
saw Marcus dive to one side and fire off a shot as I saw a figure come
hurtling out from this broken door window frame towards me.

     I heard two more gunshots as this man came at me fast and being near
the edge of the pool, knew what was going to happen. This was all taking
just a couple of seconds, but I took in a deep breath just as the big burly
man hit me to carry us both into the pool. I'd turned partly sideways
knowing I couldn't evade him, but at least the impact didn't knocked the
wind out of me. I heard a couple of more shots as the man hit me and
carried me over the lip of the pool into the water.

     At the sound of the first shot and explosion of glass, I thought that
Marcus had been hit the way he had moved, but was reassured when I heard
him fire back, but I now had my own problem to deal with.

     With the man holding me tight round the waist, we hit the water with a
big splash and went deep down under. But this was my element, and having
had just that fraction of warning, I had a lungful of air. As we went
under, he was trying to use his strength to subdue me and instead he found
that I was now entangling him with my legs and twisting round to keep us
under the surface.

     His hands had now come round my upper body to try and squeeze my air
out, but I countered by using my hands to punch his throat while also
clawing at his nose and mouth. Having spent a couple of years as a youth in
a swimming pool, I was now able to keep my eyes open under water and so I
could see what I was doing. This man was just trying to use his brute
strength against me and now found that he was losing and began to now fight
to free himself from my hold on him.

     I was on top now and keeping him under the water and he was starting
to panic when all of a sudden, I had a great weight land on my back which I
wasn't prepared for. Another man had jumped into the pool and this attack
did knock the air out of my lungs and so I had to let the other man go to
now try and fight this second man off to get to the surface for air.

     Needless to say I lost the fight with two of them, and I was dragged
to the side of the pool where I managed to get my head up above the water
and gasp in great gulps of air as I clung to the side. Even above my own
choking gasps I could hear the other man doing the same, fighting to get
air into the lungs that had taken in water.

     I was held tight against the side of the pool and saw the first man
finally get out to retch before he came over on his hands and knees and
give me a belt about the face. It was only the man holding me in the water
that prevented me from slipping back down under the surface.

     Then I was hauled out and dragged, half by my clothes and half by my
hair, into the villa, across the broken glass of the patio window and into
the lounge and then across the carpet and into a bedroom where I was
finally released to fall in a heap.

     `The bitch nearly drowned me,' The first man said to the other. This
was spoken in German, and though I knew what he had said, I kept silent,
not letting them know that I was fluent in that language.

     `That's the first time I've seen a woman get the advantage over you
Klaus,' the other man laughed. `It was a good job I saw what was happening.

      `Cow!' Klaus said, kicking me in the ribs as I lay on the
floor. `I'll have her before the night's out. What about the one that was
with her? Have they got him?'

     `I don't think so. It seems he got away and left his broad here. The
other two are out looking for him.'

     Marcus got away, I shouted to myself. He wasn't killed then. God help
these bastards when he came back then. The two men then carried on speaking
in German and I learned that there were another two men, both English, and
it was them that were out looking for Marcus now.

     I was still in a heap on the floor when Klaus said he was going to get
out of his wet clothes and have a shower before putting on dry ones. So I
was left with the yet un-named German bodyguard, for which we hadn't
countered on when we had surveyed the villa.

     `Come on bitch. You should get those wet clothes off in case you get
pneumonia,' and he grabbed the front of my dress and pulled hard. Instead
of me moving, the front of my dress tore right down to my waist. `Shit,' he
said, and then grabbed at the front of my padded bra and he literally tore
this off of me. My hands automatically came up to cover my non existents
breasts, but I wasn't quick enough for him to see that I had no tits to
hide. `Well fuck me,' he exclaimed as he grabbed at the rest of my dress
and tore that off to reveal me as I really was.

     `Hey Klaus! Kane has got a faggot as a woman!' he cried out as Klaus
came back into the bedroom in a bath robe. Though I had tried to hide the
fact that I didn't have breasts, I had no chance of concealing that I was
indeed a male now that my dress had been torn completely off of me.

     `Well look at this. Stockings and a suspender belt too.' Klaus said
grabbing a handful of my hair. I couldn't help but give out a cry at the
pain as he was almost lifting me up from the floor by it, the roots really
being tugged. `All nice and suntanned too Manfred. Is his backside as brown
as his front?' he asked as he began to pull me across the carpet by my
hair.

     `Yes,' said Manfred, now being behind me as I scrabbled on my hands
and knees to try and keep my hair from not being torn out of my scalp. I
was now shivering from the coldness of my skin from the water and I think
that they thought it was from fear of what I knew was going to happen to
me. `He's got a nice brown bum that just looks just right for fucking.'

     Klaus continued dragging me towards an armchair and heaved me up over
one of the arms so that my bum was up in the air.

     `Here, hold his head while I teach this faggot something about trying
to drown me,' Klaus said. Through the tears in my eyes, I saw Manfred come
over and take hold of my hair as Klaus released his grip and moved round
behind me.

     `He's shaking with fear already,' Manfred laughed, and I heard the
whisper of Klaus' robe being taken off and I heard him spit, and knew that
he was rubbing it onto the head of his cock.

     `Now let's see if he likes this better than Kane,' Klaus said, and I
felt his rough hand on the cheeks of my bum as he roughly parted them and I
felt his finger being pushed up inside me. `A bit tight but I'll soon widen
him up.'

     Then I felt the head of his cock push up against me and then he pushed
hard and entered me. I gave out a cry at the forceful entry and they both
laughed as the large cock was pushed fully inside me. What they didn't know
was that I was enjoying having that cock inside me and that my crying was
for the pain being caused to my hair being pulled so hard from my scalp.

     They both laughed as Klaus kept pounding himself into me and came in
short sharp savage stabs at me before he pulled out.

     `I bet that was better that what Kane gives him,' said Klaus. `You can
have him now,' as he came round the chair and took over pulling at my hair
while Manfred took off his wet clothes and moved out of my vision behind
me. I heard him spit as Klaus had done and then I had him push himself into
me. So I now had Klaus pulling my hair while Manfred fucked me, just as
savagely until he came inside me.

     `Two for the price of one,' Klaus said as Manfred pulled out of me and
I was dragged upright. I didn't see the fist come towards me but felt
it. Right in the midriff which doubled me over and I was then dragged and
thrown onto the bed. `Get your shower while I see to the faggot,' he said
to Manfred. I was left gasping and writhing on the bed for a few minutes
until I felt a pair of handcuffs being put on one wrist and then my arm was
pulled up tight to the brass railing of the bed's headboard and I heard the
click as the other end was fixed to it. I was now also crying from the pain
in my wrist as well as my scalp and stomach. As regards the rape, they
couldn't hurt me there though he must of thought that they had.

     `I think the other two might like to have you later,' he said in
English, his accent quite clear, `Now that you've had two real men you can
make comparisons between the Germans and the English.' So there were four
of them all told. I wondered if Marcus knew this before he came back for
me. Of his coming I had no doubt, but when was the question and who with? I
hoped it was the squad. Just so that they could have the satisfaction of
knocking off these two sods.

     `You bastard,' I hissed, now that I'd got my breath back. `You'll pay
for this.'

     `By Kane?' and he laughed. `He ran like a whipped dog, so you can
forget about him. No, you'll be our night's entertainment until we get
tired of you, and then...Well, I don't know what we'll do with you when
we've finished.' He had been putting on his clothes as he was speaking and
Manfred came back into the bedroom from his shower and also got dressed.

     `We'd better go and see how the other two got on with Kane,' Manfred
said, still speaking in German.

     `Okay,' said Klaus. `The faggot isn't going anywhere,' and with that,
they both left me alone in the bedroom, me hoping that Marcus did get away
safe.

     I was now feeling the cold and I managed to get my stockings off with
one hand, also the suspender belt and drag up the bed's blankets to cover
myself. Eventually I started to warm up and my shivering stopped and I must
have lain there for a couple of hours before the door opened and Wilson
came in with the other two guards and Klaus.

     `Yes, that's her,' Wilson said as he stood next to the bed and looked
down at me. `She was with Kane when he took me at the station.'

     `Her?' Klaus laughed and then whipped the blanket off of me. `Look!
Does this look like a woman?'

     `A man?' Wilson gasped.

     `No, it's not a man, but a faggot,' Klaus said with a broad
smile. `One that likes to be fucked,' and he laughed. `Not a bad bit of
arse either.'

     `This should bring Kane back,' one of the Englishmen said.

     `I hope so Bruce,' Klaus laughed. `We'll be just as ready for him and
he won't get away a second time. He will come for you, won't he?' he asked
of me.

     `Too right and he'll see that you get fucked too,' I snarled at
him. For that, I got a belt across the face.

     `Well make sure you are ready then,' Wilson said. `Give him some food
and make sure he stays chained to the bed.' With that, they all left the
room and about half an hour later, the one called Bruce came back with
Klaus and I was given a paper plate with some bread, cheese and cold meats
on it. Also a plastic beaker of water, but no cutlery.

     I was going to make a scene by throwing it back at them, but it
wouldn't be very dramatic trying to smash a paper plate. Also I was very
hungry and I would need to keep up my strength, little as it was if I was
going to be visited by all four men every night whilst I was there.

     `Can I use the bathroom first?' I asked them.

     `Yeah, but make sure you wipe that pretty arse properly,' Bruce
sneered as Klaus undid the cuff and roughly pulled me off the bed and
pushed me towards the bathroom. I nearly stumbled but managed to keep my
balance even though my legs felt like jelly from laying in that awkward
position for several hours. The bastard followed me in and watched as I had
a pee and a crap, and when I went to wash my hands, he removed the glass
that was in its holder just above the basin. I had noticed it but had no
chance of getting it to use as a weapon against them.

     I had no option but to go back to the bed and have the handcuff put
back on my wrist. With me secured, they then left me to eat the meal on my
own. That was soon finished and I made myself as comfortable as I could and
gave rein to my thoughts of what Marcus might be doing to effect my rescue.

     I had no doubt that he would have contacted Charlie and organised the
squad to come out to Greece to then storm the place and get me as well as
Wilson and Strutter. It was the time element that I couldn't predict and
knew I was going to be here for them to bugger me for several days at
least. That I could handle but I doubt if I could stand up to torture or
physical abuse, for I think my pain threshold was quite low.

     I must have fallen asleep for I suddenly came awake on hearing a
chuckle and having the blanket pulled off of me.

     `What do you think of our little toy boy Mac?' Bruce asked the other
Englishman. So his name was Mac.

     `A bit skinny, but if we pump him enough he might get fatter,' Mac
laughed. My hair was pulled to make me sit upright by Bruce who then leaned
in close to me.

     `Now my little queer. I'm going to get my dick out and you're going to
suck it till I come. Don't even think of taking a bite out of it for I
promise you, you'll be having to use crutches for the rest of your life for
Mac here will smash both kneecaps.' I glanced up at Mac who grinned and
nodded and pulled out a gun from the waistband of his trousers and pointed
it at my legs. I got the message quite clearly.

     `Now see that you make a good job of this,' Bruce said as he pulled
out his erection from his trousers. He hadn't been circumcised and it was
not quite of average size, but big enough to give me pleasure at the same
time. I gave the appearance of doing this reluctantly as I put out a
trembling hand to grasp his tool and felt the heat and pulse of it as it
throbbed. I gave my lips a lick and then took him into my mouth. The angle
I was at wasn't that comfortable, but I managed to take in most of it and
began to tongue and suck on him as I worked my hand up and down on his
shaft.

     `That's good pretty boy,' Bruce said as I did what I could in the
circumstances, `I'm nearly there so take it and swallow what comes out,'
and he then took hold of my head and began to do the pumping himself. I
held onto the base of his cock as he began to ram it into my throat and I
felt it begin to swell and start spitting out his sperm. I'd learned a lot
of how to hold it in my mouth until the man had finished before swallowing
as I did now. His hot sticky liquid filling my cheeks as he continued for a
minute or two to get the last drops out before letting go of my head and
pulling out of my mouth. I then let him see that I had his come in there
before closing my lips and swallowing it.

     `Now that wasn't too bad, was it?' he said smiling down at me as he
tucked himself away. `But Mac wants to get his rocks off a different way,'
and he stepped away from the bed and Mac took his place. I wasn't prepared
for a second pair of handcuffs that he suddenly produced and clamped one
end on my free wrist.

     I started to struggle but he was too quick for me and I was then
shackled with that hand also to the bedstead, but this now meant that I was
on my front with both arms extended up to the headboard. I had to go up
onto my knees to relieve the pressure on my wrists, in the position I would
normally assume for anal sex.

     `Got any cream?' Mac asked Bruce from behind me.

     `Use your spit,' he replied, and so I heard that familiar sound and
then the base of the mattress moved as Mac climbed on the bed behind
me. One of his hands came to my hip and I felt him move closer until I felt
his cock touch my backside. Then like the Germans, just shoved himself
inside me till his thighs met the cheeks of my bum. Then with his right
hand on my other hip, he began to fuck me. He was good and I really enjoyed
having him throb and pulsate inside of me but for appearance sake, made out
that he was hurting me.

     `Tighter than my purse,' he said in his Scottish brogue as he kept
ramming into me and I almost started drooling as I felt myself start to
come before he did. Holding me tightly, he quickened his pace and came in
short sharp bursts inside me, groaning out his pleasure as he did so.

     I gave out a cry as he withdrew, making out that he had pained me, but
it was more for the loss of his cock that made me make the sound that I
did. I buried my face into the pillow and gave out some sobs as I felt the
cold air waft around my now vacant backside.

     `If you was a woman, you'd now be pregnant,' Mac stated with
conviction at his own prowess.

     `If I was a woman, I'd abort your evil spawn you bugger,' I croaked
out and got a hefty swipe across my backside for that, and it bloody well
stung.

     `Did you just hear what the Sassenach queer just said? Mac demanded of
Bruce. `Me with a tool and seed that many women cry out for,' he said as he
got off the bed. `That's rather a nice pair of bracelets he's wearing.'

     `A matching pair too,' Bruce laughed as they left the bedroom.

     I began to sob for my wrists were aching from being shackled in the
handcuffs at a height of my shoulders. As I have said, the bed was a brass
one with one top rail going across near the top and a second rail a few
inches lower that then had rods going down to a lower rail that went across
to the two upright sections. It was to this second rail that I was attached
to and with my arms fixed apart and when my face touched the pillow, I
could feel my shoulder joints really pulling. So I basically had to stay on
my knees to relieve the pressure on my arms and shoulders.

     I heard the door open and I swung my head to one side and saw that it
was the German two now coming in to fuck me again. I was still sobbing when
Klaus got on the bed behind me and pushed his erection up inside me.

     `Does Kane give you as good a fuck as we do, pretty boy?' He said as
he kept moving inside me. `You've got a nice tight arse I must say and such
smooth skin.' He then cruelly pinched the flesh at the side of my rib cage,
`though you could do with a little bit more flesh on these bones.'

     `I like them skinny,' Manfred said, his tool now erect and rubbing my
arm as he spoke. `The nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat I say.'

     I was now grunting in time to Klaus as he approached his climax,
ramming into me hard as he came, straining his thighs up against mine in
his final jerks. I cried out as he pulled out and then cried again when
Manfred entered me. He took longer this time, taking long slow movements in
and out until he began to come, pumping hard into me.

     My bum was now beginning to feel sore as none of them had used either
a condom or cream, and I begged to be let free to go to the toilet. They
grumbled at this but realised that I would have to go now and then and so
undid the cuffs and had to support me to the bathroom as I couldn't walk on
my own.

     I gingerly wiped my bum and asked them if there was any cream that I
could use for if I got too sore at their attentions, they might well get an
infection from me.

     This made them produce a plastic jar of Vaseline from the bathroom
cabinet for which I was grateful as I smeared quite a bit up the crease of
my backside. I also took the pot back with me into the bedroom, oblivious
now to my nakedness in front of them. I protested again when they forced me
onto the bed and put the handcuffs back onto my wrists. I pleaded for them
to reposition the cuffs but they ignored me and left me in tears, forcing
me to stay on my knees.

     That's how they left me the whole night, cramped up, my knees under me
and my arms apart, my head hanging down. I don't think I slept at all while
in that position being unable to lie down flat. It was a night of torture
and torment, and they didn't even heed my screaming when I got cramp, so I
just cried the night away. It was the longest night I have ever known and I
was still crying when Klaus came in with some food on a paper plate and
some weak tea instead of water the next morning.

     He undid the cuffs and I fell off the bed and screamed as blood began
to flow properly around my legs. I think I writhed about on the floor as I
was hit by this new pain as I tried to straighten my legs, still crying out
in agony. He tried to shut me up by hitting me about the head and face, but
I didn't stop, even when he dragged me across the carpet and into the
bathroom.

     I was helpless as he lifted me up onto the toilet seat for me to pee
and crap, still having tears run down my face. I managed to wipe my own bum
but still needed his help to get up and he propped me up at the wash basin
for me to rub my finger across my teeth to try and get the fur off. I had a
shock when I looked at my haggard appearance in the mirror. I'd never
looked so bad, even after a good night's drinking session. The skin under
my eyes were black and I'm sure there were wrinkles there to be seen. My
hair was lank and would need a wire brush to get through the knots that
were there in profusion.

     `Let me lay down,' I begged as he half carried me back to the bed. He
just gave out a grunt as he heaved me onto my front on the bed and he
unclipped the handcuffs from that second rail and re-fixed them to the
bottom one. He then clipped one onto my left wrist and I gave out a groan
of pleasure as I was now able to really stretch myself out.

     `Don't get too comfortable,' he said as I heard him unzip his trousers
and them fall to the floor. `I want to get my end away before you can eat
your breakfast.' I gave out a groan as he lifted my hips up so that I was
back on my knees again and he got onto the bed behind me. At least he
smeared some Vaseline on me before he pushed his cock into me.

     He was as hard as iron and though I loved being reamed out in the
morning with just such an erection, but my thighs and legs didn't like
being back in the same position that they had spent the night in. I
whimpered all through the assault and was glad when I felt him stiffen up
even more inside me and hold me tight as he came. Then when he pulled out,
I was able to gratefully sink back down onto my front as he went and washed
himself before putting his trousers back on.

     `Hurry up and eat that food before I put the other cuff on,' so I
quickly gobbled the food down and drank the now cold tea and then had my
right wrist clamped in the other handcuff.

     I thought by him coming into the room on his own, I was going to be
spared Manfred, but I was wrong. They took it in turns to come in and fuck
me as I lay bare assed on the bed. This then became the pattern for this
day and the following two. It was sometime between fucks that I heard Klaus
and Manfred talk about Wilson and Strutter, these two incidentally not
taking the advantage of taking me as the others were doing. They spoke in
German, not knowing that I understood what they were saying.

     `That Englishman's a chicken livered son of a shit. He wants to get
out before Kane comes after his rent boy, but Strutter won't budge. He
wants Kane to come so that he can be killed and then they would be free,
not having to keep looking over their shoulder to see if he's behind them,'
Klaus said to Manfred.

     `I'll be glad when he does get here and then we can get the job
done. I don't like this keeping watch all the time.'

     `We're being paid well and we get to fuck that in there for free, so I
like this job.'

     `Well I don't like this standing to at dawn or at dusk when the Brits
always seem to attack.'

     Don't you believe it, I said to myself. Marcus does the unexpected,
then I got from Manfred what I expected and a bit more as he came into the
bedroom. He gave himself a bonus by whipping me across the backside with a
cane he'd obviously got from the garden before getting on the bed and
mounting me. With the cheeks of my bum scored and I'm sure, bleeding, was
when he fucked me, ignoring my cries and screams at every bite of this
cane. It must have aroused him for he was really hard and strong with his
cock as he reamed another channel inside me. I was thankful when he'd
finished and pulled out of me.

     He was the second one that morning and the last, though I didn't know
it at the time for it was late morning when the squad hit the villa. So
much for their dawn and dusk standing to when Marcus decided to attack
around eleven o'clock.

     I was laying there drowsing, my bum still smarting from the caning
that I'd got from Manfred, wondering which of the Englishmen was going to
come in next to bone me. I didn't see who it was, just hearing a chuckle
and the sound of his trousers coming down. His hands then came onto my hips
and I felt the head of his cock touch my backside.

     Then we heard the gunfire start.

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