Tracey

'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.