Sexual Revenge by Ray Gordon

Author:Ray Gordon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic fiction, ray gordon, chimera ebooks
Publisher: Chimera Books Ltd

Chapter Nine

I woke to the sun shining in through the window, the shadows of the bars cast across the quilt covering my naked body. A pillow beneath my head, I realized that must have spelt all night. Brushing my sperm-matted hair away from my face, I gazed at my hand and frowned. I was free. Moving my other hand, my feet, I sat upright and tossed the quilt to the floor. Slipping off the table, I looked for my clothes but they'd gone. This was a trick, I was sure as I discovered that the door was unlocked and peered onto the landing.

Slipping into the bathroom, I took a shower, washing the spunk from my hair and my inner thighs. Had they made a mistake? I wondered. Had they inadvertently left the door unlocked and gone out? Grabbing a large towel from the cupboard, I wrapped it around my naked body and crept onto the landing and listened for movements downstairs. The house was silent and, I prayed, deserted. The towel concealing my body, I made my way downstairs and tried the front door. It was locked.

"Shit," I breathed, dashing into the kitchen to find that the backdoor was locked. Noticing that all the windows were barred, I was sure that I could find a way out as I gazed through the window at the back garden. Freedom was so close, I thought, wondering what to do. Walking into the lounge, I hoped that I could attract someone's attention by banging on the window, but it was useless. The high hedge between the garden and the street concealing the house, no one would take any notice. Bashing the glass with a chair leg in the vein hope that someone might investigate, I finally gave up.

Hearing a voice upstairs, I rushed up to the torture room and look about. There was food on a tray on the table. Toast, coffee, orange juice... Someone was in the house, that was obvious. Munching on the toast and sipping the coffee, I knew that I had to eat before doing anything else. Gazing out of the window at the garden as I finished my breakfast, I spun round on my heels as the door slammed shut.

"Who are you?" I asked a naked girl as she walked towards me.

"My name's Angel," she replied.

"Angel? Do you live here?"

"I work here," she said, her long blonde hair cascading over her breasts.

"You work here? What sort of work?"

"Anything and everything," she giggled. "Housework, cooking, entertaining clients..."

"God," I breathed, focusing on the hairless lips of her vulva. "How long have you been here?"

"I've been here for years. My parents moved abroad and Sally and the others took me in."

"They certainly did take you in," I sighed. "You entertain clients?"

"Of course. It's all part of my work. You're new, aren't you?"

"Yes, I suppose I am. How can I get out of here? I need to get out of the house and..."

"Get out? You can't get out."

"You must leave the house sometimes.

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