Authors note:- This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca Xxx. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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With the previous nights events still playing back in my head I slowly opened my door and took a peek out into the corridor. There was nothing out there except for a large beach towel rolled up outside on the mat. I took it and went back inside.
I had hoped Tony would have been to see me in the night, but guessed it was too risky to make a plan after the first night at the villa.. He was still blending in and gaining their trust. At least that's what I would have done in his position.
I threw the towel on the sofa and watched it unroll to reveal a bikini. It was lime green, the same colour as my dress and panties from the previous night. They were still on the floor where I had stepped out of them before going to bed. I picked them up and put them in the wicker laundry hamper in the corner of the room near the patio door. I assumed the maid would come and wash them for me. They certainly needed it. The dress had a couple of cum stains on it from Sanchez's dribbling cock and my knickers were heavily stained with my own mess.
It would appear that we had each been allocated a colour to wear by Sanchez. Mine was now lime green and I guessed all my clothes would be this colour for as long as I stayed there. I took a quick look at the bikini and then pulled the bottoms on. They were a stringy thong design and wouldn't leave much of a tan line, ideal for sunbathing around the glorious pool all day. I slipped the bikini top on and opened up the curtains to a bright blue sky and blazing sun. The air con was doing a great job and the heat hit me as I opened up the patio door onto my first floor balcony.
I stepped out and surveyed the scene.
The Mediterranean sea stretched out in front of me until it met the horizon. I could of easily mistaken this for a holiday, but that illusion was soon shattered when I saw all the armed guards around the villa's grounds. They were on the private beach, the jetty and at all strategic points. I counted ten of them, all wearing chinos and white shirts, working in pairs. Most of the them were smoking and chatting, probably bored out their minds. There would be more of them at the front of the villa and some working as bodyguards for Sanchez, one of which was now Tony.
I scanned back to the pool area and saw a blonde girl in a white bikini was sunbathing topless. It was Alice. I'd recognise her anywhere after seeing her abused last night. She seemed timid and reserved, not surprisingly after being practically raped by her husband at the dinner table last night in front of us. She had her sunglasses on and was laying out catching the rays. Sanchez was no where to be seen.
As I searched for Tony I saw Sara and Chloe arrive at the pool area. They selected a couple of sun beds on the opposite side of the pool to Alice and whipped their tops off. Chloe wore orange and Sara wore pink, so I was right about colours being allocated to us. After laying out their towels they started to rub sun tan lotion on. I decided to go and join them and see if I could get some information from Alice while Sanchez was out of the picture.
I grabbed my towel and headed down to the pool.
As I walked through the dining room I saw Tammy and Aggie. They were just finishing breakfast which was laid out like a buffet so we could help ourselves. They walked with me out to the pool.
"Becca, are you ok after last night?" asked a concerned Tammy.
"Yes, I think so. I wasn't expecting him to hit me quite so hard though," I replied rubbing the side of my cheek.
"Men shouldn't hit women at all ," said Aggie.
"Too fucking right they shouldn't," I said.
"He just turned on you for no reason," said Tammy. "We were all shocked by what went on last night."
We arrived at the sun beds with Sara and Chloe and they got the gist of the conversation as we started to get settled.
"What the fuck was all that about?" swore Sara.
"I guess he wants us to know who's in charge," I said.
"Well, he could of just said he was in charge instead of abusing his wife in front of us and then slapping you," said Chloe.
"I guess actions speak louder than words. His show last night has certainly told us who's in charge," I replied.
"The guy scares me," whispered Tammy.
"Me too," said Chloe.
"How's your face?" asked Sara.
"It hurt at the time, but its fine now."
"He gave his wife a good pounding, didn't he. Fucking hell I bet she's sore this morning," said Aggie. "Was she really as tight as he made out?"
"Ridiculously tight. I couldn't believe it," I whispered.
Alice was only a few metres away on the other side of the pool and I didn't want her to know we were talking about her. If she could hear us she wasn't letting on.
"You seemed to be enjoying yourself until he hit you," laughed Chloe.
"I was," I smiled. "He had a pretty tasty cock."
"Dirty bitch," spat Sara. "It was a surreal experience. I've never been to a dinner party where the host rapes his wife in front of his guests and then throat fucks a whore."
"Oi! Less of the whore, you cheeky bitch," I said, throwing my bikini top at her.
We all giggled.
I opened a bottle of sun tan lotion and started to rub it on my legs. The smell of coconut oil filled my lungs and I started to feel more like I was on holiday. I watched the girls do the same. If they'd been any men watching us, they would have got a nice view of five hot sexy girls rubbing cream into their firm young bodies. I loved seeing my friends massage the lotion into their breasts. It was an erotic sight to see these girls touching themselves. Sara and Chloe did each others backs and Tammy and Aggie did the same. Another sight to behold, even though it was not meant to be sexual. Sara rubbed cream into my back and we all settled down for a relaxing morning.
Alice was still on her back with her sunglasses on. She hadn't moved.
I looked at each of my friends in turn and enjoyed them each on their own merits. These girls were some of the best looking women I'd ever met and their bodies were second to none. No wonder Sanchez had handpicked us all.
Sara was petite with huge boobs and tiny pink nipples. Her long blonde hair stretched out behind her, hanging off the sun bed. She was extremely toned and had a perfectly flat stomach. Her legs looked short, but muscular as I looked her up and down. My gaze settled on her pink bikini bottoms. She had pulled them up tight to move the side straps above her hips to minimise her tan lines. This had made the fabric pull between her pussy lips and gave her an amazing camel toe. Her puffy outer lips were just visible between the fabric and the inside of her thigh. She looked delicious.
Chloe still looked like a skanky rock chick with short spikey hair. Her nipple piercings sparkled in the sun. I could see the outline of her pussy piercings showing through her bikini, one through her clit and two lower down through her labia. It made her bikini bottoms look misshapen, but I knew she still had a sweet tasting cunt.
Tammy was thinner than all of us. She always watched her figure and her tits were spectacular. I looked at her big brown eyes, so deep I could get lost in them. I scanned down over her tits to her toned abs and down to her bikini area. She had her legs spread wide, almost inviting me in. Her bright blue bottoms hugged her bugling vulva as she lay their baking in the morning sun. I imagined her sweaty scent inside her bikini and the look of her dark lips and pink insides. I felt my cunt swell in my own swimsuit and thought I better move on before I got myself too wet.
Aggie was a bigger build and made an excellent dominatrix. I hadn't fucked her, but I had seen her in action sitting on a guys face and smothering another with her huge boobs. She was a double D cup, but they looked smaller on her large frame. Her ass was juicy and would be lovely to bury my face into. No wonder guys loved her face sitting antics. Her thighs were strong and looked like they could crush a guys head as they went down on her. I'd seen her pussy and it was extremely meaty. Both her inner and outer labia were fat and suckable. My own genitals looked like a ham sandwich, but hers were much darker, almost like beef. No wonder guys called them beef curtains.
These were my friends and I would do anything for them. I loved them all in their own unique way and vowed to stay in touch with them once this was all over.
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After laying in the sun for about forty minutes I decided to go for a dip. I was hot and sweaty and needed to cool off. I slipped into the pool and felt the instant relief of the cool water. I swam about on my back with my boobs sticking out of the water and felt as though I was being watched. I looked up to the balcony and saw a small dark-haired head pop out of view on the second floor balcony.
It was Rafee. Sanchez's son.
I only got a glimpse, but it was defiantly him. The curious virgin would have a raging hard on looking down at six topless whores. He knew what we were and what we did. He wasn't stupid. His father had forbidden him from talking to us, but had told him he could admire us from a far. That's exactly what he was doing albeit in a sneaky, perverted young boys way.
I thought of him peeking over the balcony playing with his cock. He'd be thinking of all the things we could do to him and what he'd like to do to us. Six pairs of tits to play with, six young girls pussies, each one being slightly different in look, feel, taste and smell.
I looked away from the balcony and swam over to Alice's side of the pool. As I looked up to the balcony again I saw Rafee disappearing once more. He was enjoying himself so I left him to it. No doubt they'd be a sticky mess in his hands pretty soon if he was wanking himself off.
I got out of the pool and sat on the edge scraping my hair back to remove the water. I was right next to Alice's sun-bed, but she wasn't on it. I caught a glimpse of her walking off towards the dining room and thought I'd take my opportunity to talk to her.
I stood up and trotted after her, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind me. It didn't look suspicious, as I hadn't had any breakfast. It would look like I was going to get some food or drink.
I entered the dining room and found Alice pouring some juice.
"Can you pour me some?" I asked in a friendly voice.
"Oh...errr...it's you," she stammered. "Sure, here you go."
She handed me some orange juice and poured herself another one.
"Thank you. I'm Becca by the way. I don't think we got properly introduced last night."
She seemed afraid of me. Maybe she was afraid of everyone. Some people are just like that.
"He never introduces me properly," she said, with sadness in her voice.
"But you're his wife. Right?"
"Ha. Yeah one of many," she scoffed.
"What?"
"He has eight wives. I'm just his latest prize."
"Eight. What the fuck?" I gasped.
She looked around to make sure there were no guards in ear shot. She obviously wanted to tell me something.
The coast was clear, we were alone.
"He's Algerian and likes the old fashioned customs. Having a hareem is one of them and treating women like dirt is another," she whispered.
"Algerian. I thought he was Spanish?"
"His mother was Spanish, but his father was Algerian. Some military leader or something," she replied. "He has another villa in Algeria. That's where I flew in from yesterday with Rafee."
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed.
She looked around for anyone listening again and then moved a little closer.
"Are you with Tony?" she asked.
"In what way?" I played dumb. She might have been testing me.
"He's my fucking uncle. I've not seen him for years. To be honest I thought he was dead."
Something clicked in the back of my mind. She'd said something I needed to know, but now wasn't the time to figure it out.
"Are you here to rescue me?" she continued.
I took her arm and moved her into a quiet corner and we sat down.
"It's complicated, but yes we are here to get you out. Where's all the other girls?"
She looked like a giant weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
"I thought I'd be here forever," she sighed. "The other girls are in Algeria."
