Jodie McNeill put her hand over her mouth and yawned tiredly as the line inched forward. The worst part about travel, she thought, was the damned airports. Not that she should complain with all the delays in American airports, but she couldn't help feeling somewhat contemptuous about many of the poorly laid out and serviced airports elsewhere.
Ankara wasn't so bad, she decided. At least, not compared to some of the third world airports she'd been to. She'd been given permission by her parents, and the funds, which were just as important, to take a whirlwind world tour before returning to college this fall.
Now she was almost finished. She'd been all through Europe, West and East, except for the Mediterranean countries, and then flown to Asia, before returning to the Middle-East, and finally Turkey, Greece, and southern France.
Turkey had been interesting, but decidedly on the boring side when it came to night life. She was looking forward to the night clubs and beaches of Athens and the Riviera. She'd even convinced herself, almost, to try and go topless on the beaches there.
She wasn't sure if she'd have the guts to go through with it. Every time she thought about taking off her top in public, or worse yet, her bottom, she flushed red, both with embarrassment and a kind of dark sexual excitement.
Despite her knowledge that there was nothing wrong with doing as the natives did, and the knowledge that there would be plenty of Greek, French, and other women on the beach in similar dress, she still had that silly old fashioned American taboo against nudity.
Nobody would stare at her; she'd be part of the normal beach scene. Intellectually, she knew this. Emotionally, she knew that everybody would be pointing and staring, and thinking she was some kind of crazy exhibitionist.
She'd only been naked outside two or three times in her life, and always alone, well, except for that one time with Jerry Taggart. That had been the two of them making love on his balcony in the middle of the night. The other two times had just been skinny dipping at a lake in Colorado, where she lived.
She kicked her bags forward another foot as the line moved up. She wasn't overly shy, not shy at all really, but taking it all off in front of everyone was a frightening idea, even if all the girls were similarly nude. She shouldn't be embarrassed, she told herself. Hell, from the looks of the girls in her P.E. classes the last few years, her body was better than most.
She wasn't any blonde goddess of course, though her hair was a very light colored blonde. It was short and rather thin, she thought. She never bothered much with it but it still looked rather attractive, coming down to just about her collar and parted on the left to curve diagonally across her forehead just above her eyes.
Her face was nice, nothing to worry the models, but nice, sweet, one friend had called it, with a small button nose that had a sprinkling of freckles still over the bridge. Her eyes were wide and bright blue, sparkling when she laughed.
She was normal height, a bit petite, but all the curves were there, including her bust, which wasn't too big or too small. Her breasts were high, and firm, and perfectly rounded, with delicate pink nipples in the exact center of each.
Some of the girls she knew claimed their breasts weren't at all sensitive, but with her it was different. She knew from experience that a boy who knew how to knead and caress them could really turn her hot. Her nipples were incredibly responsive to stimulation, becoming hot, hard, and tender when worked on.
Long ago, she'd decided she would remain a virgin until she was married. It hadn't worked, largely because of her breasts. Like all teenage girls, she'd dated, and undergone her share of touchie-feelies. Hell, if you were older than twelve and wouldn't even let a boy feel your boobs you were considered a prude.
That had been her downfall. Most boys were very rough, and squeezed her boobs so hard she usually felt pain rather than arousal. Then she'd gone out with Mike Cooper. When Mike had gotten into her blouse, he'd revealed himself to be far more knowledgeable.
He'd caressed them slowly and gently, his thumb and finger delicately rubbing and pinching her nipples hard. She'd been so excited that she hadn't stopped him from going much further than she usually allowed guys. She'd let him unbutton her shirt completely and then suckle on her nipples.
Within a minute of him getting his lips around her little red buds, she was lost completely. She had been unable and unwilling to resist as he had pushed his luck, squeezing her crotch, then getting his hand down them, then opening her pants and pulling them down and off.
Even as he'd positioned himself between her spread legs, she'd wanted to stop him, been hugely embarrassed at what he was doing and seeing, but been unable to convince her rapturous body to resist.
And so he'd taken her cherry. She'd climaxed almost as soon as his cock had touched her pussy lips. He'd found a tight, but well lubricated sheath for his organ, and had pushed through her hymen and buried himself inside her.
She'd cum again as he pumped her, then had been so excited that after he'd cum, she'd sucked him erect and then let him take her again, this time on her knees like a dog, then she'd cum a third time, as her breasts wobbled and jiggled beneath her and his hands had squeezed them tightly.
They had broken up after a few weeks and she'd started dating again. Just as before most boys didn't know what to do with breasts and squeezed hers as if they were testing melons in the supermarket. Then she'd run into a guy who was gentler and once more had been overcome with arousal and let him fuck her.
That had been the way of her life so far. She hadn't had many guys, exactly four in fact. That was the total number of all the boys she'd dated who knew what to do with girls' breasts. Now the thought of baring her breasts on a public beach in front of who knew how many men was making her pussy wet and hot.
She pushed her bags forward again. Now she was only a couple of people down from the counter. She remembered the first time she'd skinny dipped. It had been at the lake. She'd woken in the middle of the night and gone out there in jeans and blouse, with no underwear.
She'd been planning on doing it for weeks, and finally worked up the courage. It had been so incredibly daring and arousing! Taking off her clothes, she had imagined watchers behind every bush and tree. Then she'd slid into the cover of the water, her warm, soft skin caressed by the cool liquid.
She'd slid through the water as it had slithered like feathers along her flesh, making her hot and cold simultaneously. Immediately after, she'd gone back home, gotten into bed, and jerked off several times.
The next time she'd been even braver and more daring. She'd lain on the beach with her legs spread wide, and as the moon lit the area fully, she'd diddled herself and cum furiously.
As she had relaxed though in the warm afterglow, she'd heard the bushes rustling out beyond the beach. She'd jumped up, grabbed her clothes and dove into the bushes just before half a dozen guys had come out of the woods on the far side.
They hadn't seen her. They went up to the edge of the water, stripped and dove in themselves. She'd watched, her body shaking with adrenalin and the sudden shock and fear that had blown through her when she'd heard them.
That had been the last time she'd dared skinny dip. The thought of what would have happened had the boys, a couple of whom she knew, showed up five minutes earlier made her shake whenever she thought about it.
It wasn't just that they might have raped her. More than that was that they would have caught her doing there, and the mortification she would have had, especially if they blabbed it all over school.
Again, she pushed her bags forward. Now she was next to be served, if that was what it was called. There was a businessman in front of her. She watched idly as the customs man opened his bags and poked his hands through them, pulling things apart as he searched for weapons and drugs and who knew what else.
It made her grateful she'd listened to her friend Sandra and gotten all new, rather bland underwear. She didn't need some hairy middle-aged man pulling out her string bikini panties and thongs and sliding his hands through them. She'd brought nothing in the way of sexy lingerie with her. She wasn't planning on anyone seeing her undressed anyway, except maybe at the beach.
Then it was her turn finally. The man looked at her suspiciously, the kind of look all young people seemed to get at airports, she'd found. He opened her bag and began to sort through it. Everything was packed neatly and tidily, or was. In a matter of minutes it was a jumbled mess.
He closed her suitcase and then opened the other, tearing it apart as well. He found a bottle of pills and his eyes lit up.
"Those are prescription pills for my air sickness," she said. "There's a prescription right there in that pocket."
He wasn't listening, though. Two big and very ugly looking policemen came over and the three of them talked as the customs man held up the pills. She tried to tell them again what the pills were for but either they didn't speak English or didn't want to listen.
In short order she found herself hustled into a back room with her bags. There another customs man, the two policemen, and an enormous fat woman in uniform all watched as her bags were torn apart. She tried to reach in and grab the prescription note herself but was roughly shoved away.
They used knives to cut into the sides of her suitcases, sprayed out the shaving cream in her little can to see if there was anything else there, ran metal detectors over every piece of clothing she owned, and broke open her radio and camera.
She stood back against the wall, glaring in frustration. Then the customs man pulled a clear plastic bag of white powder out of his pocket and held it up with a shout. He talked furiously, pointing to the open back of the camera and then shoving the bag in there and pulling it out again, obviously claiming he'd found it there.
"Hey! Wait a second!" she cried, jumping forward.
The matron woman grabbed her by the arm and jerked her back, her fingers crushing her wrist in a steel hard grip.
"That's not mine! You took that out of your pocket you bastard!
"One of the policemen turned and yelled savagely at her, holding his finger under his nose. She again started to say something and he drew his hand back to strike her. She got the message and shut up. The customs man continued to sort through her things but found nothing more.
Jodie was pulled into another room with the Matron woman. There was another large woman there. Neither of them appeared to speak English as they confronted Jodie. The first one started to talk, gesticulating with her hands. Jodie looked back blankly and shrugged.
The woman frowned and then reached forward and began unbuttoning Jodie's blouse. Jodie jerked back, her hands going to her shirt. The woman yelled at her and made a ripping motion, showing what she'd do if Jodie didn't strip.
Jodie swallowed nervously, then began to unbutton her blouse. She unbuttoned it to the waist, then pulled the tails out of her shirt and finished undoing it, finally pulling it off over her shoulders. The first matron took it and began searching through it, looking for hidden pockets or something.
Jodie kicked off her shoes and then pulled open her belt, unclipped her jeans and pulled the zipper down. She slid the jeans down over her hips, down her legs, then stood on one foot at a time as she pulled them off.
The second woman took them and she too began to search through the material carefully. Jodie was now standing in bra and panties. The first woman finished with her shirt and gestured for Jodie to continue. Jodie blushed, but knew she had no choice.
She reached behind her and unclipped her bra, slowly pulling the straps forward off her shoulders, then pulling the bra free as she covered her breasts with her arm. She handed the bra to the matron, who poked through the cups.
When she finished, she yelled at Jodie, apparently because she hadn't taken off her panties yet. Jodie sighed and slid the panties down and off, then stood there in the nude. One hand was across her breasts, the other down her belly, hand cupping her crotch.
The women would have none of that however. The first one pulled Jodie's hands free, jerking them up above her head and pointing angrily for Jodie to keep them there. Then her hands hand slid onto Jodie's breasts. Jodie swallowed nervously as she watched the woman's hands slid back and forth along the lower edge of her breasts.
The woman made a comment to the other one, who smirked and sniggered, and Jodie blushed more deeply, filled with humiliation as the woman's hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them up and together in a blatantly sexual way. She felt her throat tighten and started to drop her hands, to push the woman away.
The other woman snarled at her in Turkish, jerking her hands back up and pinning them behind her head. The first woman then smirked more deeply, her eyes moving up and down Jodie's body. She caught Jodie's nipples between her blunt, pudgy fingers, and rolled and twisted them, then pinched them both hard enough that she moaned and gasped as the two women sniggered.
She drew back and the other shoved Jodie against the wall, kicking her legs apart with a snarl and forcing her into the classic police frisk pose. Jodie heard a snapping sound and turned her head to see the second matron with a plastic glove over her hand.
Her already reddened skin turned even darker as the woman stepped behind her and pushed hard on her back, forcing her to bend over much further. Then she felt fat fingers at her vaginal lips. They thrust up into her with little gentleness, forcing the tight lips of her sex in and apart.
Jodie repressed a cry of pain, gritting her teeth as the woman's fingers pushed deeper into her dry pussy tube. She felt them twist and turn inside her, pushing from side to side, bruising the soft, tender flesh within her. They probed every inch of her they could reach, twisting and turning, jamming ever deeper as the two women made sniggering comments to each other.
The woman thrust a third finger inside her, pushing them in and out. She gripped Jodie's hair and pushed her mouth next to her ear, whispering something which caused the other woman to laugh out loud.
Her face burning, Jodie fought to keep from crying as the woman's harsh fingers thrust up into her again and again. A fourth finger was added, and she groaned, but the woman only slapped her bottom hard, causing her to cry out in pain.
Again she sneered something in Turkish, and again the other woman laughed. The four fingers, formed into a tight wedge, thrust up hard and deep, twisting and turning as the woman leered at her. Finally, with Jodie moaning and her pussy throbbing and aching, she drew the fingers slowly out and Jodie felt one pressing against her wrinkled little anal opening.
Even more humiliation awaited her, and Jodie's face flamed as she felt the woman's finger pushing into her there. Again there was pain, a hot burning ache as first one finger, then two, then three pumped in and out of her, probing and twisting and turning within her rectal cavity.
Finally they were withdrawn and Jodie heaved a sigh of relief, aware, at last, that her face was coated with perspiration, the soft flesh of her body damp and clammy. The woman shouted and slapped her bottom, then drew her around.
The two women smirked at her and Jodie glared, enraged by the misuse of her body. "You fucking whores," she hissed. "You just fucking wait. Dirty queer bitches. When I report you to..."
She got no further as one of the women abruptly slapped her hard - on the breast. Jodie cried out in shock, staggering back and clasping her smarting breast, stunned by the violence, especially directed against her breast. The two women smiled grimly at her, then both took an arm and jerked her forward, slamming her belly down over the low, dirty table.
"Ow! Don't! Let me go!" she cried. She didn't know what was happening. She'd thought the search was over. Could they speak English after all?
One of the women gripped her behind the neck, forcing her to remain in place, and her knee casually jammed in between Jodie's legs, forcing her left leg far to the side. The other woman did the same from the other side, forcing her right leg far apart. She had to rise onto her toes to keep contact with the floor at all, and when she moaned and tried to rise the woman pinning her head down casually gripped her wrists and forced them behind her head, holding them there easily with her big, calloused hands.
Jodie felt something pressing against her pussy lips again, but this wasn't fingers.
She turned to see what was happening and one of the women cuffed her sharply in the side of the head, but not before she saw what was in the other woman's hand. It was powder, white powder wrapped tightly in clear plastic so that it was shaped like a long, thick cylinder.
She shouted and tried to pull away but the woman holding her easily restrained her. Nor could the blonde girl close her legs, which were spread wide, leaving her sex helpless. The soft plastic tube was forced deeper within her body. She could feel inch after inch sliding through her straining pubic lips and up into the confines of her soft, elastic pussy tunnel.
She whimpered in pain, trying to reach behind her, trying to close her legs. But she was helpless as the powder filled bag was jammed high into her pussy, and harsh fingers jabbed at its base until her aching pussy lips closed behind it.
That wasn't the end however. She felt the same plastic pushing against her anus. Again the women held her easily in place, her legs spread, while the tube of plastic powder was jammed into her again and again, forcing her sphincter to give way, thrusting higher and higher into her rectum until her belly began to cramp and ache. When her anal opening closed finally, the women muttered to themselves in satisfaction. Jodie felt her pussy squeezed, then yelped as her bottom was slapped sharply.
They jerked her to her feet then and one of them shoved her panties into her hands and gave a command. Jodie stared at her, then tried to put her hands to her groin. She received a slap to the breast again and the other woman jerked her head back by the hair, hissing something menacing into her ear.
Jodie sobbed in pain and shock as she was released. She was totally unused to violence of any kind and had no idea how to respond to these big, cruel women.
The woman shoved her panties at her again and growled something incomprehensible. Jodie slowly pulled them on. She put on her pants, and top and shoes and the woman pulled her out of the room. She was led down a hall to a far door where the two cops waited.
They cuffed her hands behind her and led her outside and into the back of a police car. Neither of them spoke English, at least, not to her. She was driven into the city and up an alleyway behind a building.
They took her into the building up some stairs and into a dirty hallway where they all waited for over two hours. Jodie's insides cramped and ached. She felt bloated and miserable with the large amount of powder inside her lower body.
Finally the cops led her inside and up to what seemed to be a judge. One cop held her while the other talked to the judge, showing him the bag of powder the customs man had pretended to find in her camera. She wasn't given an opportunity to talk as the judge replied. She was simply taken away.
"But I didn't do anything!" she wailed.
"You will be given an opportunity to speak to a lawyer," the judge called. "and to convince a judge of that at your trial."
"But they're trying to frame me!" she cried.
She was ignored, the policeman leading her away from the uninterested judge. She was taken to the basement of the building and flung into a large holding cell that held ten other women, none of whom, so far as she could tell, spoke English.
She waited there for another hour before all of them were herded out and into the back of a truck. Then there was a long, bumpy ride in the back of the truck which lasted over an hour before they pulled to a stop.
The rear doors of the truck swung open, revealing a grim array of uniformed people, both men and women. They started yelling and motioning at the women in the truck, who hurriedly began to pile out. Jodie and the others moved in a single line past the guards and through a small steel door set in the side of a tall windowless stone building.
They all marched down a narrow, ice cold corridor, over stone floors and between stone walls, until coming out into a large room where more guards waited. These were female guards, all lined up beside the far wall. One of them was slightly in front of the others and she yelled something out in Turkish.
The prisoners began to strip off their clothes. Jodie nervously followed suit, worried about what would happen if they found what she was certain were drugs on her. When they were all naked, the guards lined them up shoulder to shoulder and the woman who seemed to be in charge gave some kind of speech.
Jodie shivered in the cold damp air, her legs tight together as she clamped down on her pussy muscles. She knew the plastic bag was too big to simply slip out but was paranoid about it anyway. Finally they were led away, half pushed, half dragged down a corridor to a large shower room.
Jodie began to follow the other girls into the shower room when her arm was grabbed and she was pulled aside. A large, fat, nasty looking woman with a big mole on her cheek sneered something in her face, then said something to the guards next to her. They grinned and nodded as Jodie was pulled away into a small room.
As soon as the door was closed she was shoved hard against the wall and her legs kicked aside. The woman's hand jammed in between her pussy lips and fished for the end of the plastic bag, then caught at it and slowly, as she muttered with effort, managed to work around the thick, blunt end, grip hold, and tug it bit by bit down past Jodie's taut pussy lips. Jodie moaned and whimpered in pain, almost pulled off her feet as the big plastic bag was tugged and jerked back and down from her tight pussy.
The woman cursed and shoved her forward against the wall, jerking the last of the plastic from her pussy. She pulled Jodie's hair, forcing her to bend far over, and again kicked her legs apart. Jodie knew what she wanted and complied, whimpering in pain and anxiety.
The woman's fingers jammed into her anus, fishing for the plastic bag there. She had even more difficulty and finally went to the door, calling to someone. Another woman came in, and Jodie burned with humiliation as the two moved behind her, speaking to each other in Turkish. Then she felt fingers at her opening, fingers slowly working into her and then pulling her open.
She gasped as she felt her anus being forced farther and farther apart, fingers grasping the edges on four sides, forcing the tight ring to split open. Then fingers pushed up inside her and gripped for the tube once again, catching at it and dragging it slowly backwards.
Tears of pain and humiliation filled the young woman as her anus burned and ached. The harsh fingers holding her open were cold and unrelenting as the plastic, inch after inch, was tugged and jerked down her anal tube and slowly out of her body. The long, fat plastic bag slid out of Jodie's rectum inch by inch until the woman had it all. She shoved it into another plastic bag, along with the first one then closed it and hid it under her jacket.
She jerked up on Jodie's hair then and pulled her erect. Suddenly Jodie was looking up at the sharp end of a knife, which the woman held right under her nose. Then there was a sharp pain and the woman put the knife away. Jodie felt blood trickling down from her nose and put her hand up to cup her wounded flesh.
The woman's fist lashed out and slammed into Jodie's belly, knocking the air out of her and doubling her over in pain. She grabbed Jodie's arm and hauled her back out the door and down the corridor to the shower room, throwing her forward and leaving.
The other guards saw the gasping, bloody nosed girl and grinned to each other, taunting her for her insolence. They shoved her into the shower room, where most of the women had already finished and were drying themselves.
One of the guards pushed Jodie against the hard stone wall and said something which Jodie didn't understand, then she grabbed Jodie's wrists and pulled them high into the air, pulling her hands away as Jodie kept her hands in the air.
A woman moved forward and sprayed something fouls smelling up and down Jodie's body, leaving a wet mist on her skin. The other guard circled her finger, indicating Jodie should turn around. She did and more of the stuff was sprayed on her back.
Then she was taken to a table and pushed back across it on her back. Her legs were spread wide apart and another woman moved between them with a buzzing instrument. It was a shaver and within seconds Jodie's golden fur had disappeared, leaving only stubble behind.
The woman made an adjustment on her shaver and ran it up and down between Jodie's groin again. Jodie's skin burned and smarted from the sharp, close-cutting pressure. When the woman pulled away, Jodie had barely a trace of pussy hair left.
They pulled her off the table and shoved her towards multiple showerheads. Jodie staggered over to them, letting the water pour down on her as she held her belly and fought off nausea. The guards' voices snapped at her and she grabbed some soap and began to clean herself as the women watched.
She was so dazed, she forgot to take off her glasses and they were soaked, almost blinding her. She had no place to put them, however, and was forced to keep them on.
She was mortified, from the use of her body as some kind of storage area for drugs, from the awful shaving of her pussy, and from taking a shower while at least half a dozen clothed women watched, most of them seemingly looking at her, and her horribly bald and revealing pussy mound.
But there didn't seem to be any alternative. There were two other women finishing up their showers, one about fifty, and the other a fat blubbery peasant woman. Both of them had shaved pussies too and Jodie thought it must be for some sort of sanitary reason.
Then they were gone and Jodie was alone with several guards impatiently watching. She hurriedly finished up and stepped out of the water. One of the guards pointed at a table which held towels and she quickly picked one up and began to dry herself and her glasses.
They gave her little time, yelling at her to hurry up and then grabbing her and pulling her out of the room, still half wet as she rubbed the small, rough towel over her body. They went down the corridor further, just her and two guards.
After a ten minute quick march, she was led into another big room, this one had a series of tables side by side. The last two women from the showers were just walking out a door at the far side of the room as she entered. The two guards shoved her against the first table where a short, stumpy woman glared at her, then pushed an empty box into her arms.
She moved down the line as the woman picked up articles of clothing, bras and panties, jumpsuits, shoes and socks, and then toiletries and sheets and blankets. By the time she reached the far door, her box was packed with stuff and she was quick marched along through yet another corridor.
Finally they led her into a long dormitory-like room with single cots running in rows along the walls. The other women were all there, putting their things away and getting dressed as Jodie was pulled to a cot by the door and let go.
There were about forty cots in the room, twenty on each side. There was a foot locker in front of each bed and a small table separating the beds. There were no windows in the concrete walls and the roof was a maze of pipes and wires above them.
She dumped her box on the bed and sat down heavily. One of the guards yelled, pointing at her with one of the long canes they carried. Jodie looked up blankly.
"Stand up!" the girl next to her hissed.
Jodie stood up shakily and the woman stopped yelling.
"Thank God someone speaks English," Jodie moaned, looking at the woman gratefully.
She was a short, dark complexioned woman in her late twenties. Her hair was long and black and her body very thin beneath her jumpsuit.
"Get dressed quickly and put your things away." The woman frowned, nodding at the box.
Jodie upended the box and pulled out the panties, stepping into them. They were rough and cheap, but at least covered her as she pulled them up. The bra was huge, more like a halter, though it was tight enough.
Neither could remotely be termed lingerie.
She pulled the jumpsuit out and stepped into it. The legs were tight and got tighter as she pulled it up over her hips. It was soon obvious the thing was a size or two too small. She had to strain to get her shoulders into it, then pulled hard on the zipper, trying to work it closed.
"This is too small," she complained.
"Don't complain about it now," the other woman said. "They don't want to hear complaints. You can trade with someone else later."
Jodie grunted and cursed as she worked the zipper up inch by inch, finally drawing closed the front of the garment and pulling the zipper up past her breasts.
It was hard to breath in the thing, and she was afraid she'd tear it by simply moving. It squeezed tightly on every part of her anatomy, flattening her breasts and splitting her pussy lips with its crotch.
Not knowing what else to do, she put the rest of her things in the foot locker, then stood at the foot of her bed like the rest of the women. A pair of guards marched up the length of the room, staring at them all, then nodded grumpily and left.
CHAPTER TWO
The woman on her left was Jasim, whose husband had been a politician. She was arrested on trumped up charges, probably as a warning to any other politicians who wanted to cause trouble. On her right was an Arab woman arrested for smuggling drugs. Her name was Arisea. She was Jodie's age, but had apparently been in prisons before, as had Jasim.
"This isn't such a bad place," Jasim said. "I've been to Penkly prison and that's much worse. At least there aren't many rats here, well, not on four legs anyway."
Arisea snickered and nodded. "You should see prisons in Iran." she said. "Those are really bad."
"I don't plan on staying long," Jodie said.
"You don't have any choice, Yanquee," Jasim grinned.
"I'm sure the American embassy will get me out," she said.
"Fat chance of that, baby," Jasim said. "They don't care a damn about you unless you're a big shot. Is your father a big shot?"
"Well, no. But that doesn't matter in my country."
Jasim laughed loudly and shook her head.
"I've been to the West, stupid. I've been to America. I know what matters and its money. They won't do anything for you, believe me."
"They will! I didn't do anything!"
"So what? Everybody says they didn't do anything. They'll tell you to get a lawyer, that's all."
"But... but, my country..."
"Doesn't care a damn about you, stupid girl! They aren't going to cause a fuss because some silly American girl wanted to smuggle drugs."
"But I didn't!"
"They won't believe you."
"Don't I get a trial or something?"
"Sure. You'll get a trial, in a year or so. Good luck at it too."
"But..." She looked around in horror. "I can't stay here!"
Jasim and Arisea laughed together.
"I have to get back to school! I don't want to stay here! I didn't do anything!" she cried, her voice rising as she finally became aware of the possibility that she might be stuck here, not for a few days or weeks, but for months and even years.
"Hissst! Keep your voice down or you'll bring the guards in!" Jasim hissed.
Jodie dropped her head back against the wall, her glasses misting over.
"You'd better get used to this place, honey. You probably gonna be here for a few years anyway," Jasim said. "And that's if you get real lucky."
"But I didn't do anything," Jodie whimpered.
"You came to this crummy country," Arisea sighed. "That's enough." * * * * * Bob McNeill slammed his fist against the desk and glared at the man furiously. "I don't want to hear any more of this shit!" he yelled, his voice loud enough to draw stares from all around the huge room.
The man at the little desk looked over the little wall separating his desk from the ones around it and grimaced. He gazed at the clock, then turned back to Bob.
"I'm sorry, Mister McNeill, but there's nothing we can do. She was arrested with cocaine. She will have to go through the Turkish justice system the same as any other prisoner."
"That's bullshit! My daughter wouldn't have anything to do with drugs!"
"Parents are always the last to know," the man said, feigning sympathy.
"Bullshit!" McNeill slammed his fist on the desk again.
"She'll have an opportunity at her trial to defend herself, of course."
"And when the hell will that be?"
"Well, the Turkish system is slow of course, something like our own." He smiled benignly. "It will probably be a year or two before her case comes to trial."
"A year or two!? You're saying she has to stay in a God damned Turkish prison for years!?"
"I'm afraid so. The Turks don't have our liberal bail laws, and eve if they did, I seriously doubt your daughter would be eligible since the likelihood of her fleeing is so great."
"Can't you get her out?"
"Turkey is an independent nation, Mister McNeill," he said, frowning in disapproval. "We can no more interfere in their judicial system then they can in ours. Your daughter committed... allegedly committed a crime and she'll just have to face the punishment. Our role is limited strictly in seeing that she is treated no differently than other prisoners. No better perhaps, but no worse."
"You mean they can torture her all they want, so long as they do the same to their people?!"
"Now, now. You've been reading the newspapers, haven't you?" he smiled, wagging his finger. "That's mostly political prisoners. She should be all right. Turkey is our ally, you know"
"Well that's real fucking reassuring!"
"Please watch your language, Mister McNeill." he snapped.
McNeill stormed out of the building, cursing bureaucrats down to their umpteenth ancestors and trying to figure out how he was going to get Jodie out of some stinking Turkish prison before somebody killed her.
The only thing he could think of was to call his brother-in-law, a real piece of work, Jim was, the last person you ever wanted to show up on your doorstep, the last person you wanted around your kids, especially if they were girls.
He was also, unfortunately, the only person Rob could thing of that might know some way of getting Jodie home. Hell, the bastard had managed to keep himself out of prison for the past twenty years, and that was a helluva feat, considering he'd been smuggling and selling every illegal product known to man since he was a kid.
The guy was also a drunk, a brawler, and a crude, ignorant pig who thought women were for fucking and cooking. It was debatable whether Jodie would rather stay in prison than owe her freedom to her "uncle Jim". But he had no choice. * * * * * Jodie's second day at the prison started like the first, with a shower. This time the room was packed with women, while only one guard watched carelessly from the far doorway. Jodie was still embarrassed and shy, and tried to stay as far from the others as possible, which wasn't far since they were all packed in tightly.
When her bare behind had pushed against the bottom of another woman, she'd jumped as if scalded, and turned seven shades of red. She'd turned quickly away, her arms up in front of her chest as she sought to keep some measure of modesty in the communal shower room.
The woman, a big, muscular woman with short black hair, had turned around and leered at her, then her right hand had shot out and jammed up against Jodie's buttocks, squeezing her bottom tightly as she said something in a foreign language.
Jodie jerked away and the woman laughed and went back to showering herself.
Breakfast was in a huge cafeteria where long tables sat twenty women for the awful tasting meal of thick bread and some sort of gruel-like porridge. After that was exercise, then work. Work consisted of moping floors, doing laundry and doing farm work. By lunch, Jodie was exhausted. She managed to eat her terrible smelling food very fast, only gagging a few times.
Then it was back to work again, stooping and pulling weeds through the long rows of crops until she almost dropped. Dinner was a thin soup and water and crackers, after which they were allowed a whole hour before lights out.
She was gloomily sitting back on her bed, her back against the wall, thinking about home, when three women came sauntering through the room. They stopped at several of the bunks, talking to the occupants, then moved on, until they saw Jodie.
One of the women came over and sat next to Jodie on the bunk. Jodie turned and stared at her in surprise and worry. The woman looked mean and tough. She had a thin slash of a mouth in her big, wide face. Her thin hair looked like it was cut with a knife.
She was wearing jeans and a tank top, and her muscles bulged as she slid her arm up around Jodie's shoulder. Jodie tried to pull away but the woman only laughed mockingly. Her thick hand seized Jodie by the back of the neck and jerked her head back.
She said something, but Jodie didn't know what it was. "She said you're pretty," Jasim said, worriedly.
"Tell her to fuck off!" Jodie gasped, struggling against the woman's hold on her neck.
"Watch what you say, girl. That's Nirie. She's a bad one. She can hurt you bad!"
"What does she want?" Jodie gulped.
Jasim asked and the woman laughed loudly. She pulled Jodie's head back up and jerked her around so they were face to face, their noses only an inch away. Then Nirie mashed her lips down against Jodie's, her tongue stabbing between her lips.
Jodie was so astonished she didn't do anything. By the time she'd recovered, Nirie had pulled her mouth away and was leering at her. She reached forward and put her right hand on Jodie's left breast, cupping her through the thin t-shirt she wore. Jodie tried to shove her hand away, but then Nirie gripped her hair and jerked her head up and back again.
"She says, don't be snotty," Jasim said.
Nirie babbled some more.
"She says, you're a pretty little virgin girl."
"I... I'm not a virgin..." Jodie protested.
"She doesn't mean that."
Then Nirie let her go, standing up and sauntering out the door with her friends.
"Stay the hell away from that one, girl. She's bad, bad stuff," Jasim sighed. Jodie was busy wiping her mouth with her arms.
"I don't intend to have anything to do with her," Jodie sniffed, glaring at the empty door.
"You just better hope you got the choice, girl," Jasim said. "I give you a warning though. If she tells you do something, you do it. She's killed women here, and she don't care if she kills more."
The lights went out and Jodie curled up under her small blanket and tried to sleep. She tossed and turned for hours before her eyes finally started to shut for good. Then suddenly, there was something over her mouth. Her eyes ripped open and she stared in terror at the blackness around her.
There were arms, hands on her. Her arms were pinned to her side as she was pulled out of her bed. She struggled against the tight grip on her limbs as she was carried down the aisle and out of the room. She couldn't see who had her, only that there were several of them.
She was quickly carried into a small, almost empty room and thrown on a cot very much like her own. The door closed and the light clicked on. She sat up, cringing back into the corner of the bed as she looked wildly around.
There were five women there, and all of them looked mean and tough. One of them was Nirie, her tattoos flexing on her shoulders as she leered down at Jodie. All of them were older than her, most in their thirties from the look of them.
"Take off your clothes," one of them said, a smaller woman with bleached blonde hair.
"No! Leave me alone!" she cried, looking around desperately.
The woman said something to the others and they all laughed. Then she turned back to Jodie.
"Take off your clothes or we'll fucking rip them off and beat the shit out of you!" she said.
Jodie hadn't been involved in any kind of physical violence since grammar school, when Kathy Lightman had beat her up and stole her lunch money. She was terrified as she looked around at the mean looking women surrounding the bed.
"Go away," she pleaded.
But instead they moved forward. She tried to push them away, using her feet to shove back against them. She was slapped angrily, and her arms jerked back above her head as her feet were pulled down and jerked open. Nirie stuck a crude looking knife against her eye and Jodie stopped moving.
Nirie's face was cruel and excited as she slid the tip of the knife around Jodie's face. Jodie's hands were pinned above her head and her legs were pulled wider and held tightly. Nirie slid the knife down against Jodie's throat and Jodie didn't breath, staring in terror, waiting for Nirie to stab her.
Instead the woman grabbed her t-shirt and tore it open, then ripped her panties apart, leaving her naked, and spreadeagled on the bed. Nirie gazed down at her body with interest, watching Jodie's small nipples wobble as the terrified girl trembled in fear.
Nirie was sitting on the bed next to Jodie's chest. She slid the razor sharp knife down along the rounded curves of Jodie's right breast, letting the cold steel caress her sensitive flesh. The sharp tip eased up and probed at her nipple, and Jodie moaned and wriggled helplessly against the arms holding her.
Nirie said something in Turkish, then let the tip push harder against the small, pink button. Jodie felt pain mount and sobbed helplessly.
"Nirie says you got nice nipples," the woman said. "You want to lose them?"
Nirie pinched one nipple hard, pulling it up, stretching it out, then held the edge of the knife against it.
"Please!" she gasped. "Please!"
"You do what yer fuckin' told then," the woman said.
Nirie folded the knife and put it into her pocket, then put her hand on Jodie's left breast and began to squeeze her warm flesh. Her other hand slid down Jodie's belly and in between her legs, squeezing her pussy mound tightly.
Jodie sobbed as she felt her tender pussy lips pried open and a hard, demanding finger was thrust up into her body. She grunted in pain, trying to suppress her tears as Nirie slid her big hard finger in and out of the tight, dry pussy.
"You belong to us," the short girl said then.
Jodie looked at her in shock.
"You know what this means? You are ours. You are our slave. We want something. You do it. From now on."
Nirie was sliding a second finger into her pussy, wriggling and pushing to force Jodie's pubic lips further open and jam the second finger inside her.
She started roughly pumping the two fingers in and out of Jodie's pussy, while her other hand continued to squeeze and knead the sensitive flesh of Jodie's breasts.
Nirie stood up and slowly peeled off her jeans and top. Her breasts were fat and heavy, dropping downward. Her pubic hair, unlike Jodie's was not shaved at all, being thick and dark. She moved back to the bed and threw her right leg across Jodie's body, sitting down on her belly. The room was cold, but her body felt hot and soft against Jodie.
She bent down and kissed Jodie, her lips harsh and demanding. Her breasts pressed into Jodie's, their hard nipples scratching against Jodie's sensitive flesh. She squeezed Jodie's breasts as she slid her lips back and forth across Jodie's and the frightened girl could do nothing to resist.
The woman's fat tongue swirled around inside Jodie's mouth, almost making her throw up. She slid her bottom up and down on Jodie's belly, rubbing her hairy sex and buttocks against her. Then she slid higher, her meaty buttocks crushing Jodie's breasts.
She squatted above Jodie's face, her pussy right over Jodie's mouth. Jodie whimpered and moaned in denial as the sex came down on her mouth and rubbed wetly back and forth. "Suck her off, bitch!" she heard. "Lick her cunt!"
Someone punched her hard right in her own sex and Jodie cried out in pain.
"Suck her off, bitch!" the woman ordered, grinding her knuckles against Jodie's soft, aching sex.
Jodie stuck her tongue up against Nirie's rubbing groin and began to lick frantically. She'd never had any kind of sexual experience with a woman, but had some idea how things worked. She tried to imitate the things she remembered boys doing to her pussy when they ate her.
She stuffed her tongue between the fat pussy lips, ignoring the terrible taste in her mouth. She slid her tongue in and out, and moved it up along the slit to where Nirie's clitty must be. Her tongue wriggled and danced furiously as Nirie ground her crotch into Jodie's face.
Someone began to play with Jodie's sex, fingers sliding over the puffy bald skin, jamming into her slit, pushing up into her. Hands cupped and squeezed her breasts, twisting and mashing them. Her nipples were pinched and pulled and rolled between fingertips.
She could taste Nirie's pussy juice as the woman started to heat up. Then she felt something rubbing hard against her nose and realized it was Nirie's clit. She seized the thing between her lips and rasped them from side to side as she sucked hard. Nirie groaned above her, crushing her face with her full weight.
Jodie wanted to make her cum so she'd leave her alone. She kept flicking her tongue back and forth against the woman's clitty as she gulped down quim juice. Her entire face was covered with the slimy invisible potion as Nirie kept rubbing her crotch up and down.
Jodie grunted in pain as someone shoved something big into her pussy. She felt her pussy spreading wide as the thing jammed down into her and pulled helplessly against the hands holding her legs wide. She couldn't even see what it was since her face was covered by Nirie's pussy and fat buttocks.
The thing in her pussy was hard and smooth and thick. It forced it's way deeper and deeper into her body, widening her tight tube as it slid back and forth, actually fucking her like a cock. Nirie was rutting down against her face, bouncing up and down now as she grunted repeatedly in excitement.
Then a little gush of pussy juice sprayed into Jodie's face as Nirie came. She let her entire weight come down on Jodie's face, her buttocks and crotch mashing down hard against the blonde girl as Nirie relaxed finally and sighed in pleasure.
Nirie rolled over her and Jodie lay there exhaustedly, her tongue aching. She looked weakly down her body to see one of the women pumping what looked like a long round wooden cock in and out of her pussy hole. It was very thick and the women were watching with interest as it forced Jodie's pussy lips into her body, then pulled them back out again as the woman pulled the thing back.
Jodie's pussy ached with miserable, burning pain, yet she could do nothing as the snickering women raped her with the wooden cock. Another of the women stripped her pants off and got on top of her, lowering her pussy atop Jodie's face. Jodie began to suck on this pussy too, knowing she had no choice.
Each of the women took turns squatting over Jodie's face as she ate their pussies. Each of them took turns fucking the wooden cock in and out of her sore pussy tunnel. Their hands continued to fondle and squeeze and abuse her body as the tormented her.
Finally, Nirie said something and they rolled Jodie onto her belly. One of the women sat on her back as Nirie pulled a thin, wicked looking leather belt from out of her jeans and folded it double. She swung it through the air a time or two as if testing it's balance, then advanced on Jodie.
Jodie started crying before she'd even been hit, anticipating the pain. Then the belt swung down and cracked against her buttocks. She shrieked and cried, jerking hopelessly against their hold on her. The belt cracked down again, and again, and again, each time leaving an angry red line where it touched.
Jodie screamed and sobbed in pain and misery as the belt flailed at her soft buttocks. She jerked and humped on the bed, unable to dodge or turn as the other laughing, cackling women held her firmly down.
Nirie didn't stop until the blonde girl's screaming was reduced to gut wrenching sobs and grunts of pain with each new blow. Finally she threw down the belt and grabbed Jodie by the hair, jerking her up and onto her knees, then bending her backwards as the girl wept and trembled in pain and fear.
She dragged Jodie down onto the cold concrete floor and pulled her face into her pussy as she stood there, legs straight and separated. Jodie began snuffling against Nirie's pussy like a dog, sucking, licking, chewing, nuzzling and slurping madly as she sought desperately to please the cruel woman.
Nirie held her firmly by the hair as she sighed in satisfaction and let the blonde teenager lick her off for a second time. She ground her sex into Jodie's face as she came, grunting in pleasure, then tossing the girl backwards onto the floor.
She lashed out then, slamming her foot into Jodie's pussy as the blonde lay spread-eagled on the floor. Jodie gave a great Whoof of pain and her lower body jerked up off the floor. She rolled over and curled into a ball, clutching her pussy.
Two of the women grabbed an ankle each and lifted her upwards. They pulled her bottom up into the air, holding her legs wide apart as Nirie got her belt again. The two women were very strong. They spread Jodie's legs far apart, splitting them wide so they were both almost horizontal while she dangled below.
Then Nirie whipped the belt straight down into Jodie's pussy. Jodie shrieked and jerked wildly, thrashing her upper body around on the floor as the two women held on tightly. Nirie brought the belt down again, and again, whipping furiously at Jodie's soft, pulpy pussy mound.
"Now you see what happens when you do not do as you are told." the woman who spoke English said. "Next time you will know that you should do as we say. If you do not you will be punished worse."
Nirie slashed the belt down a final time and then moved away, getting dressed. The women dropped Jodie's legs on the floor, where she curled up again, her trembling hands folded over her wounded pussy and crotch. * * * * * Rob opened the door and looked at his brother-in-law in disgust. Jim looked drunk again, at least, his nose was red, and he was holding a quart can of beer in his big beefy paw. He looked down at Rob with as little affection as Rob was showing towards him.
"I got your message," he said, looking at Rob's tailored suit in disgust. He moved forward, pushing past him and into the house, crumbling the beer can and tossing it on the porch behind him. Rob glared after him and followed him into the living room.
"Well?" he demanded, as Jim dropped heavily on the sofa and gazed in some puzzlement at the documentary on the tube.
"What the fuck is this shit?" Jim asked, then picked up the remote and began changing channels.
"I didn't call you so you could come to my house and watch TV," Rob glared.
"Hold your water," Jim sniffed, finding an old episode of Gilligan's Island and stopping in satisfaction.
"What about Jodie?" Rob demanded.
"What about her? She's in prison, remember?"
"Can you do anything?!"
"Oh. Yeah, maybe. I'm flying out there tomorrow."
"Why not today?"
"You ever try and arrange a flight to Turkey from here? Let me tell you, pal, there ain't no direct routes. Takes a lot of screwing around with the system to get there, especially without a visa."
"Do you think you can get her out?"
"Oh, probably. Those fuckers are as corrupt as shit. A little Yankee money in the right place and I should be able to buy her out."
"Thank God."
"No, Thank me. Which by the way, I expect in the form of more Yankee dollars."
"You're going to demand money to get your own niece out of prison?"
"Why the fuck not? You got more than you need."
"You're a prick, Jim."
"Yeah, I know. I'm a poor prick too, that's why I want your money. Anyway, it's not like she's really my niece. She's no blood of mine. Where is Amanda anyway?" He looked around unconcerned.
"Your sister is in California. I didn't want to worry her."
"She don't know anything about the kid being in prison?"
"No."
"Or maybe you didn't want to admit your kid was smuggling dope?" he suggested slyly.
"Jodie would never smuggle anything!" he snarled.
"Unlike me, eh? Well, no mind. Like I said, she belongs to your first wife, not my sister."
"Your sister helped raise her! She considers her, her own daughter!"
"Good for her. But I didn't help raise nobody."
"Thank God!"
"So I don't see as how I'm responsible for them. You want your kid out of prison, you want me to risk my ass doing it, you're gonna pay."
"How much?"
"What do you care? All you want is your virgin princess back in one piece."
"Are you sure you can get her out safely?"
"Pretty sure. One way or another I'll get her out."
"Will it take long? I hear those places are extremely dangerous."
"Ahh, it shouldn't take more'n a few days. A week tops. She'll probably be okay for that long."
"They don't.... molest these girls, do they?"
"Molest? What the shit does that mean? You mean will some horny Turk try and fuck her? Probably. She'll survive though. Shit, she's eighteen or nineteen, right? You think she's still a virgin? Give me a break."
"That's a pretty God damned cavalier attitude for you to take!"
"She ain't my daughter. Anyway, face facts. She's probably got her mouth full of pussy by now."
"What!?"
"Listen Robbie baby. If she was my kid, she'd be tough and smart. Being your kid, she's as wimpy and weak as a kitten. She's easy meat for every horny butch dyke in that joint, and don't think they won't be able to see it just from looking at her. But like I said, she'll live. She ain't gonna die from sucking pussy. Otherwise I'd already be a dead man."
He laughed loudly and wiped his nose on a seat cushion.
"That's my daughter you're talking about you scummy bastard!" McNeill cried.
"Just callin' em' as I sees em'. Got any beer?"
"No!"
"Figures."
Jim got up and wandered out into the kitchen with McNeill following him.
"Anyway," he continued, opening the fridge. "From what I remember, the kid was a real looker, though kind of brainy for me. She had a nice bod, right? So they'll go for her like flies to shit."
He pulled out a bottle of Perrier water and looked at it in disgust, then tossed it back in.
"So where's uh, whatsername, the girl with the big tits?"
"If you mean Samantha, I'll thank you not to refer to her like that! She is my daughter after all."
"Right, right. So where is she?"
"She's with her mother."
"Ahh well, then it's only you I got to look at tonight. What a waste of eyeballs."
He pulled out a coke and popped it open, then wandered back into the living room. Rob stared up at the ceiling and counted to ten, then followed him.
CHAPTER THREE
Jodie walked around in a numbed daze the next day. Everyone seemed to know about what had happened to her. The other girls stayed away from her, not wanting to attract the attentions of Nirie and her friends. Jodie didn't know what she was going to do.
There were only two things she could do. She could wait for night and hope it didn't happen again, or she could go to the officials in charge and complain. There were, she knew, several guards that spoke English. Perhaps if she told them they would remove her to some safer area, away from people like Nirie.
It was a forlorn hope, however. Though she had no experience with prisons, she was reasonably sure that ratting on other prisoners was frowned upon, and would likely get her in even worse trouble than she was already in. She might even be... killed.
She stood by the side of the sink, washing dishes as she thought over alternatives. Then a hand grabbed her bottom and squeezed tightly as Dorna, one of the women from the other night, came up and stood beside her, grinning wickedly.
"Can't wait till tonight, right pussy?" she cackled, most of her teeth missing.
She slid her hand onto Jodie's zipper and pulled it down, opening the front of the jumpsuit to her belly button. Her hand slid in through the opening and shoved down into Jodie's crotch, squeezing her pussy through her panties.
"I am gonna fuck you silly," Dorna hissed into her ear, punctuating each word with a hard squeeze. She pulled her hand up, then slid her fingers down the front of Jodie's panties and right against her pussy meat.
"Don't wear no panties tonight, bitch, or we'll make you eat em'."
She stuck her wet tongue in Jodie's ear and wiggled it around as she stabbed a finger up into her pussy hole.
The two girls on either side ignored them as Dorna continued to pump her pussy and lick her ear. Then she pulled out as a guard approached, grinned again, and sauntered down the aisle. Jodie quickly pulled her zipper back up, stifling a sob.
She sat on the hard backed chair outside the assistant warden's office, her eyes swiveling back and forth between the guard standing in front of her and the receptionist talking on the telephone. She'd been sitting there for almost an hour, after tugging on a guard's sleeve and pleading with him to take her here.
"All right ju, ju can come in now," the receptionist said, motioning her towards a thick wooden door.
She stood up and walked to the door, then stopped and knocked.
Someone said something on the other side which she took to mean, "come in". She did.
The office was not much more comfortably furnished than the rest of the prison, though at least the floor was of wood instead of stone. A balding, overweight man in a cheap wrinkled suit sat behind a wooden desk. He motioned her forward and she went further into the room, followed by the guard.
He spoke to the guard, who closed the door and stood with his back to it.
"Very well, what is it you are here for?" the man asked, his tone bored.
"Uh, well, you see sir, um... I... I would like to be, um, moved to some other area."
"Not good enough for you, is that it? You snotty Americans all think you deserve special treatment," he sniffed.
"No. It's not that sir!"
"Well, then, what is it?"
"There's... there's these women there, you see, and... and, well, they... they're going to hurt me."
"Hurt you? Why would they want to hurt you?"
"They, well..." She blushed and turned around, wondering if the guard spoke English.
"They're homosexuals," she whispered.
"What? Speak up?"
"They are homosexuals, Sir."
"Oh? So?"
"They... they want to... to... to abuse me."
"You mean fuck with you? They want to fuck with you?"
"Well... yes." She blushed.
"So what? You got something else to do?"
"What!?" She gaped at him in shock.
"You gonna be here for a long time. You ought to make some friends, have some fun, you know what I mean?"
He puckered his lips together and then grinned.
"But... but I don't want to!" she protested.
"You don't like girls? You want a big cock instead? I got one here," he laughed, then stood up. "You don't want to lick em', tell em' you don't wanna lick em'."
"But... but they hit me and kicked me an beat me with a belt!"
"Oh, they did? Well, that is more serious. We don't want you getting all bruised and marked up. Somebody'll sure as hell blame us for that and then I'll have the God damned Yankee embassy on my neck, or worse, somebody'll make another fucking movie about me."
"Huh?"
"Take off your clothes," he ordered.
"What? Here? In front of you?"
"You ain't got nothing I ain't seen before, girl. I wanna see if you's marked up. Go on." He motioned with his hands at her. She just stood there, turning red.
"You do what I tell you or sure as hell you're gonna get a beating," he growled. "Now get that off! I wanna see if you're marked up."
She slowly zipped her jumpsuit down and then shrugged it off her shoulders and pulled it down to her feet, stepping out of each leg to stand in her bra and panties.
"I don't see nothin'," he said. "Take off the rest."
Jodie reached back and undid her bra and then let it fall off. She bent forward and pulled off her panties, then stood naked in front of the two men, who eyed her appreciatively.
"You got a nice body. I can see why those bitches want to fuck you," he said.
He walked around her, then she felt his hand on her bottom. "Hmmm," he said. "What'd they hit you with here?"
"A belt," she said, her skin flaming.
"Mmmmm, such a shame, such soft skin," he said.
His hand slid up and down between her ass cheeks, turning the rest of her skin dark red in embarrassment. His hand slid down further, going between her legs and pushing up against her pubic mound.
"Yes, very nice indeed!" He smiled.
He slid his hand back and forth as Jodie stood stiffly, her chin trembling as she swallowed repeatedly.
He pulled his hand away and moved around in front of her. She couldn't look up to meet his gaze as his eyes slid up and down her body. Then his hand moved onto her right breast, first cupping the round orb, squeezing it lightly.
"Did they hurt your little titties?" he grinned, oozing false sympathy.
Then his other hand slid down her belly, agonizingly slowly, it's moist, sweatiness leaving a damp slimy trail as it moved down between her legs and squeezed her pussy again.
"I know what will make you feel better," he said. "Just get down on your hands and knees here and I'll take care of it right away."
"It's all right," she said. "Forget I said anything."
"Nonsense."
He gripped her arm and forced her down to her knees. She was afraid to resist as he pushed her down onto her hands and knees on the carpet. She knew the guard must be staring straight down her crotch from his position and was mortified, whimpering and almost on the verge of tears.
Then he knelt behind her and she heard the sound of his zipper sliding down. She felt his hands on her buttocks, sliding up and down and squeezing her soft flesh, then she felt his finger sliding along her pussy slit, running up and down. She gasped in pain as he thrust it forward, wriggling it up into her pussy.
Then she heard his sigh of happiness. He slid his finger back out and she felt something thicker against her pussy. He kneed her legs apart and she grunted as his hands slapped her behind. Then his cock pushed against her pussy lips.
He entered her with easy casualness, neither fast nor slow, simply pushing his cock into her like he did it every couple of minutes. She felt her pussy forced wide by the thick girth of his manhood as it pushed deeper into her body. She closed her eyes and wished he would do it and finish fast.
But he was in no hurry. He drove his cock fully into her and began to slide in and out with slow humping movements of his bottom. His cock moved back and forth inside her pussy tube as his hands kneaded her flesh. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them upward into her ribs.
His breathing came faster and faster and his hips began to slap against her with greater force. Her body jerked and trembled with the force of the impact. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as he pounded his cock-tool into her.
Her buttocks took the harsh pounding of his hips, and she was jerked back and forth repeatedly as he skewered her with relentless thrusts.
He grunted as he thrust, his fingers digging into her breasts, then into her shoulders, then her hips.
"Wider. Spread your legs," he barked, slapping her bottom hard.
Jodie yelped and her knees jerked apart on the dirty floor.
His hands dug into her flanks, jerking her bottom up higher, and spreading her thighs further. His hard cock seemed to plunge even deeper as he picked up the pace, and she groaned and grunted with pain at each hard thrust.
Her pussy sizzled with heat as his prick pistoned up and down its length, but it was the heat of pain not pleasure. She felt the brutal impact of his cock-knob against her cervix as he gasped and panted for breath, and clenched her teeth, mewling in self pity at her awful rape and abuse.
She grunted audibly, over and over again in rapid fire sequence from the high speed drill whirring inside her. Then his prick gushed forth a long sticky stream of semen, spraying it down deep into her pussy-pit.
He hummed in satisfaction and pulled his cock free of her tight grip, doing up his pants and standing up as she hung her head in shame and misery. He went around behind his desk again and sat down, going over some papers as she knelt there unmoving, dull eyed. He looked up in irritation then and motioned to the guard, who walked forward and jerked her up to her feet.
He thrust her jumpsuit at her and she slowly put it on, then followed the guard out the door.
"Come and see me again anytime, if you have any more problems," the man snickered.
The guard brought her downstairs and back through the dark tunnel towards the cells. He stopped halfway along and twisted her around. His hands slid down the zipper in the front of her jumpsuit and he pushed it over her shoulders, turning her around again and then pulling the jumpsuit down over her hips, baring her bottom and pussy.
There was a metal chest of some sort next to them and he pushed her belly down across it and pulled out his cock. Jodie knew it would be pointless to protest and simply lay there as his cock pushed against her sex. He drove it deep inside her and pumped into her several times, then pulled out.
She felt his cock pressing against her tight little anus and moaned anxiously, new humiliation gripping her. He pressed harder, forcing her tight little hole open and pushing his thick cock-head into her rectum. He slid his hands onto her hips and held her still as he worked his cock down into her rectum.
Jodie had never been sodomized before and found the very idea appalling and disgusting, but again, there was nothing whatever she could do. At least his cock didn't hurt as much as the thick plastic bag. It felt softer and did not threaten to tear apart her anus.
Still, she felt a hot burning and a sharp pain in her rear as his cock moved back and forth in her behind. Her clothes were around her knees and she hung onto the steel chest as his cock pumped into her. It didn't take long, then he came and let her rectum suck out his juice. * * * * * Jim wiped the sweat off his forehead as he walked across the tarmac. He'd forgotten how hot it got here in Turkey. He cursed in irritation as he was delayed outside the terminal by a customs officer. He was allowed through then and moved into the terminal, which was air-conditioned, thank God.
There was an hour's delay before he could clear customs, then he got a cab into town, to his old friend Murgon. Murgon wasn't home, but his present girl friend was. Jim looked at her with interest, but not a lot. She had a terrific little body but Murgon had a reputation of castrating people he even suspected were interested in his women.
She didn't want to let him in but he went in and sat down anyway, opening the drawer of the table next to his chair and pulling out a bottle. He unscrewed it and took a swig as the girl stood reluctantly at the door. Finally she closed it and came over and sat down across from him.
She eyed him warily as he drank and looked her up and down.
"When's he comin' back?" he asked, in Turkish.
"He should be home by one," she said.
Jim checked his watch, then tried to figure the time changes.
"What time is it?" he asked.
She looked at him strangely, then pointed to a clock on the wall. It was twelve-fifteen. He reset his watch and then sat back to wait.
An hour and a half Murgon showed up. He frowned in irritation when he saw Jim.
"How come you always drink my booze and never buy any?"
"Because I'm a cheap bastard."
"You got that right."
Murgon sniffed, sitting down across from him, next to his girlfriend. He held out his hand for the bottle, then wiped it and took a swig.
"What you runnin?"
"Nothing. Looking for something else."
"Yeah? What?"
He handed the bottle back and then slid his right hand around the girl, pulling her against him as he gave her a long, deep kiss. He turned back to Jim after running out of air and held out his left hand for the bottle. His right, he kept around the girl, his hand up under her right breast, squeezing it.
"I Want to get a girl out of prison."
"Yeah? Good luck."
"Shouldn't be that hard."
"After the last coup, they started being more careful in the prisons. They executed more than a hundred guards for bribery and corruption."
"That won't make much of a difference."
"What's she in for."
"Drug running."
Murgon made a face and drank another swig.
"She American?"
Jim nodded.
"How long she been in?"
"About a week."
"Hope you don't expect her to come out a virgin."
"Doubt she was one to begin with."
"Well... You know where she is?"
"Should be in the holding prison outside town. She hasn't had a trial yet."
"What's she look like?"
"Blonde. Wears glasses."
Murgon rolled his eyes and grinned.
"They gonna be havin' a lot o' fun with her."
"Yeah, I know."
"She won't be here in town though."
"No?"
"They don't keep foreigners there no more. She'll be in Neigrol or Baelog."
"Shit. How we find out where?"
"Money. What else?"
"How much, you think?"
"Ahh, not much. I know a guy who knows a guy in the police. He can get it from the records. I'll pay a hundred, so my friend can pay fifty."
Jim knew that meant he'd give his friend fifty, so his friend could pay the cop twenty-five." He nodded. It wasn't his money. * * * * * Jodie didn't make any attempt to resist when they came for her that night. They led her down the hall to the little room again. Once again she was stripped as half a dozen women gathered around her. Then one of them punched her fist into Jodie's belly, knocking the air out of her and doubling her over.
Nirie stood back, her eyes cold as the other women punched Jodie repeatedly, knocking her to the ground. Then their feet kicked out, slamming into her ribs, her breasts, her ass and pussy and side. She was dragged up by the hair, her hands pulled tightly together in front of her and tied with a coarse rope.
The rope was thrown upward across a steel beam and Jodie's arms were pulled high above her until she was on her toes, trembling and sobbing in pain and fear. Nirie stepped forward and slapped her hard in the face.
She said something and another girl interpreted.
"You stupid whore!" she hissed.
"You think you can go to the prison officials and be protected from me?"
She slapped her face again, and then again.
"I can do anything I want to you, slut! Nobody's gonna give a damn."
Again she slapped her face, back and forth once, twice, three times. She gripped Jodie's hair, jerking her head up and back as Jodie moaned in pain. She put her face right up against Jodie.
"You're lucky I don't fucking kill you," she said.
Then she punched her in the belly again, hard.
"This is your last chance. You give us any more shit and you die."
She moved behind her and one of the women held a bag out. Nirie took a long length of leather out of it and swung it down. The tip slithered along the floor as she moved into position behind Jodie. It was a whip used to punish male prisoners, and not hard to obtain.
Jodie whimpered fearfully, unable to move or resist as the other women watched intently, grinning cruelly. Then there was a whirring as the leather cut through the air and something slammed into her back with enough force to knock the breath out of her again.
She screamed in agony as her back flared up with burning pain.
The whirring sound came again, and again something sharp and powerful cracked across her back. She howled in pain, her feet kicking and jerking, her body twirling around as she was engulfed by a firestorm of agony. She saw, through tear blurred eyes, that Nirie was raising the whip again, it seemed to move in slow motion, then it cracked against her belly, curling around her waist to snap at her spine.
Jodie screamed and sobbed, thrown back and twisting, her toes leaving the floor.
The whip flew again, and slashed across her back, the tip curling in around her chest and up to snap at the underside of her right breast. She howled as the breast jumped violently, and pain exploded within it.
The other women laughed and applauded an Nirie grinned and bowed, then swung again. This time the whip curled around her right hip and down, the tip snapping at her groin. The women jeered and laughed because it had missed her sex. But Jodie only knew pain as her abdomen burned.
Tears filled her eyes and she blubbered desperately, promising to obey, but the whip flew again, hissing across her back and curling up to snap at her breast so that it bounced up and flared with agony.
Again the whip hissed, this time curling down across her hip, the tip cracking against her bald slit. She shrieked and sobbed, twisting and jerking wildly, spinning on the end of the rope as her legs jerked up, trying to protect her sex.
Applause greeted this, and Nirie grinned, then watched the blonde girl spin before snapping the whip out quickly. It lashed directly across Jodie's high, firm breasts, laying a line of fire through them.
An angry, diagonal red line appeared across her chest, slicing across her right breast and down under her left. The whip swung again, and Jodie shrieked in pain as it struck her back once more.
"You're lucky we don't cut you to pieces, bitch," the English speaking girl said as the whip slashed across her buttocks back and curled up from the left to cut at her right breast.
Again and again the whip slashed into her, criss-crossing her back, buttocks, belly and breasts with welts, some of them bleeding. Her body burned with pain as she hung from there, teeth chattering and grinding.
The belt curled up and the tip snapped directly against her nipple, and the watching women cheered. It snapped up along her other side, curling up under her ribs, and the tip missed the nipple by an inch, leading to boos. Again the whip curled around her ribs, snapping directly at the pink nipple, and cheers rang out.
Then the blows stopped. She was hanging limply by then, dull-eyed, slack jawed, whimpering and trembling.
They were far from finished with her, of course. They took her down and threw her on her back on the table and then one by one, squatted over her face, pulling on her hair and pinching her aching, swollen nipples as they forced the dazed young blonde to lick them to orgasm. They were rough with her body, squeezing, kneading, twisting, slapping and pinching her as they jeered her weakness.
Finally, her wrists were untied and she was hauled off the table. Two women supported her, one on either side, holding her arms beneath the shoulders. Then Nirie came along in front of her again and looked at her with a sneer.
"You remember how easy we were on you, bitch. Next time you'll really be hurt," the other girl translated.
One of the women pulled her hair, hard, forcing her head up so she had to look at Nirie, then Nirie kicked her legs apart. The other two held her tightly as Nirie brought her knee slamming up into Jodie's pussy.
Jodie gasped in new agony, and would have fallen from the wave of pain and dizziness enveloping her had the two not held her tightly. Nirie slammed her knee up again, the thick, hard bone, hammering up into the soft, malleable, hairless pussy mound. Another wave of ferocious pain tore through the poor blonde.
"You remember who owns you," the girl translated as Nirie's knee hammered up into her crotch again, and yet again until she lost consciousness.
The next morning, she wasn't able to do any work. Apparently Nirie had arranged with the guards to ignore this. Nobody came near her as she lay in bed, her body wracked with pain from the numerous welts, cuts and bruises. Most of the other girls ignored her. Only Jasim would look at her.
"You sure look terrible," she said.
"I feel terrible," Jodie whispered.
"You gonna have to do something, girl."
"What can I do? I already tried going to the Warden."
"Shit. You dumb cunt. All the guards care about is making sure nobody escapes. They don't care what happens inside here. They sure don't care if you get killed."
"Then I can't do anything," Jodie said.
"Maybe you can."
"I don't know how to fight." Jodie sighed, wincing as she shifted onto a bad bruise.
"You don't gotta fight. You just gotta find a girlfriend."
"Like who, you?"
"Me?" Jasim laughed. "Not me, baby. I don't mean just anyone. You gotta find some tough bitch who'll protect you."
"Why should someone protect me?"
"Cause you'll be theirs, that's why. You gotta belong to them, do what they want, fetch things, give them whatever you have, lick their pussy and make them happy."
"How is that better than what Nirie is doing?"
"Cause you won't get the shit kicked out of you, stupid. Also, you'll only have to do her, not a whole bunch of people. You know what Nirie's gonna do with you now, don't you?"
Jodie closed her eyes briefly and shook her head.
"She's gonna make you a whore, like Kenji. That's that Jap girl who... ah, you don't know her. Nirie will sell you to anybody that asks, for a half a pack of cigarettes or a pair of stockings, or whatever else. You better have strong jaw muscles, cause you gonna be sucking girls all day and sucking cock all night."
Jodie had thought things couldn't get any worse. Now her face paled and she curled up tightly, thinking about the prospect of being handed from woman to woman and man to man every few minutes.
"There's two kinds of women in here, honey. There's the wolves and the sheep. Nirie is a wolf. You an' me are sheep, cept you is a lot more soft and cuddly than me or most of the others. Most of us sheep just try and stay out of sight of the wolves, so nobody is gonna help you except another wolf."
"Won't they do the same thing?" Jodie whispered, on the verge of tears again.
"Not if you get a nice one. Not all of em' are like Nirie. Some of em' are all right. They won't hurt you less you get snotty, and they won't pass you around much, maybe not at all."
Jodie just lay there, staring at the wall. Jasim sighed heavily.
"I know a woman who might be willing to take on Nirie," she said. "Her name is Carmen. She's a Spanish girl doing time for killing a guy. She's been here more than five years and she knows how things work. And, she's real, real tough.
"She's got a girl now, but Mary will be getting out in a few weeks. She's gonna need another girl. You want me to see about getting you in with her?"
Jodie shrugged, too embarrassed and too miserable to talk.
"She's okay, you know. Hell, Mary's a English girl and she taught Carmen how to talk English. She's perfect for you. She's pretty nice too, less you cross her."
Jodie still didn't answer and Jasim looked at her in irritation.
"Listen girl, I go and see her and you act like she's some kind of rapist, and I'll look real dumb. You gotta agree to act right if I see her. All right?"
She glared at Jodie.
"All right?" she demanded.
"Yes," Jodie whispered.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jim tried to sleep that night, but the sound of grunts, moans, cries and creaking bed springs made it impossible. He finally got up and pounded on the bedroom door. There was no answer and he threw it open angrily to find Murgon and his girlfriend on their hands and knees.
Murgon was pounding into the girl from behind so hard the entire room was shaking. The girl's eyes were glazed over and her body was covered with sweat as she took his long, fat hammering cock up into her pussy-hole.
"You want to join in?" Murgon asked happily.
Jim shook his head in disgust and slammed the door closed again. He put on his pants and wandered out of the apartment, going down the street to where a bar was open twenty-four hours.
He got a bottle of cheap whisky and sat down at a table. Almost at once a cheap young tart moved against him, rubbing her breasts against the side of his head as she purred at him to buy her a drink. He nodded and she sat down beside him.
A glass had come with the bottle. He handed used it till now. He poured her a shot and she swallowed it in a single swallow. She was rather pretty, maybe a year or two older than Murgon's little whore. She was thin, with a pouty looking round face and straight black hair that hung to her waist.
"Another?" she appealed, her eyes large and brown. Jim poured her another drink, which she drank more slowly.
"You wanna fuck me?" she asked.
"How much?"
"A million lira."
That was about a dollar at the official exchange rate.
She hugged herself, pushing her breasts out against the thin fabric of the low cut dress she wore.
"Come," he said.
He got up, carrying his bottle. The girl slid against his side, pulling his arm around her shoulders. It was a short walk back to the apartment. When he got there, the noise from the bedroom was as bad as ever.
The girl ignored it, sliding her dress up and over her shoulders casually. She was nude beneath. Her brown skin was soft and warm as she moved against him. She turned slowly, still wearing her tall spiked heels. Her bottom stuck out round and plump as she turned her back on him. She gazed over her shoulders saucily.
Jim opened his belt and jerked his pants down and off and pushed against her from behind. His cock hardened rapidly as she rubbed her ass cheeks up and down and purred. His hands slid around and rubbed her belly, then moved up over her breasts, engulfing them, squeezing them tightly as he moved his lips against her throat.
She moaned in pleasure, real or pretended and pushed her ass back with more force. Jim twisted her around and then tilted her head up. His lips came down on hers and their tongues swirled together. Her tongue was eager as it slid up into his mouth, and her hands moved around him, pulling him in tight.
His own hands cupped and squeezed her buttocks, his fingers sliding down between her legs and feeling up her pussy from behind. Then he pulled her head away from his, his hands tangled in her hair were hard and demanding as he pulled her head far back, forcing her chest out.
Her nipples were hard and erect, standing out for his lips as he bent and sucked on them. He ground his teeth back and forth along her right nipple, then suckled hard, chewing on her breast meat as his hand continued to fondle her buttocks.
Then he pushed her downward, her face sliding against his chest and belly until it was at his groin. She suckled his cock in like a baby grabbing onto its mother's nipple. Her lips were round and soft as she slid them down the length of his cock-shaft almost to the base of his cock.
She slid back, kneeling at his feet, and tilted her head further back. Again her lips slid along his cock, this time taking his cock head down her throat and fully engulfing it. Her lips were tight around his cock as he felt her throat muscles working spasmodically on his cock.
She held him there in her throat for long seconds, then slid her lips back along his cock until only the head remained between them. She began to bob her head up and down his cock, usually going half way, but every fourth or fifth time she would tilt her head far back and take his entire cock into her mouth and throat.
He came, his cum gushing down her throat as she swallowed lustily. His cock didn't soften, remaining hard as her lips continued to bob up and down. He pulled away, his hand still tangled in her hair, and pulled her by the hair over to the couch, almost throwing her onto her back.
Her legs spread wide and he climbed atop her, settling between them. Her hands gripped his spit covered cock and poised it at the entrance of her hole, then groaned long and low as his cock slid into her. She was tight for a whore, but then she was a youngish whore. He let her take his whole length and lay atop her for a moment.
He enjoyed the feel of her hard nipples against his chest and her softness beneath him. His face nuzzled against her throat, covered in her fine black hair. He rubbed his hands over her breasts and face, then bent and kissed her again.
He slowly raised his hips, drawing the long barrel of his cock out of her. He pushed back down, letting gravity bring his hips down against her as his cock slid back in. He pushed hard, grinding his pelvis into her crotch as his hands slid under her and gripped her buttocks.
He began to fuck her then, his hips rising and falling, his cock moving in and out. She moaned and groaned realistically as his cock churned away inside her. She ground herself back up against him, her legs sliding around his body and locking tight as she pumped her sex up at him.
He started fucking harder as his excitement mounted. He jerked her ankles up and thrust them back over her shoulders. His cock stabbed in and out of her buttery little pussy. She mewled and moaned in pleasure, her bottom slapping against his hips as they fucked.
His cum spewed out, bubbling down into her pussy as he came. Seconds later her moaning and groaning became louder, turning into ecstatic squeaks and yelps of pleasure. He felt her pussy spasming around his cock-tube, sucking and squeezing against his hard meat as she threw back her head and cried out in pleasure.
Now tired in the warm afterglow, he turned onto his side, her soft buttocks pressed against his belly, and went to sleep. * * * * * "Hey."
Jodie turned over and looked up at Jasim.
"I talked to Mary, that's Carmen's girlfriend. She wants to check you out. If you're okay, she'll recommend you to Carmen."
Jodie didn't answer.
Jasim frowned.
"Well? Come on. She want's ta' see you."
"Now?" Jodie whispered.
"Yeah, now. Come on."
Jodie slowly sat up in bed.
"What do I have to do?" she asked.
"Whatever she fuckin' tells you to. Don't worry. Mary's okay. She's nice. She won't hurt you."
"Why do I have to see her?" Jodie whined.
"Because she's Carmen's gopher. She does whatever Carmen tells her and that includes checking out some new talent like you to see if you's worth getting inta a fight for. You gonna come or you gonna wait till Nirie comes round with your first customer?"
Jodie got up slowly, wincing from the pain in her crotch as she pulled her legs together. She followed Jasim, slump shouldered, down the hall and into the big common room where the women hung out when they didn't have any work to do.
They passed through it and into the cell areas. There, the permanent girls had semi-private cells, sleeping two, three or four to a barred cell. She led Jodie to a cell in a corner. The door was open and green translucent fabric covered the bars along the sides. Jasim went to the door and looked in, saying something.
Then she pulled Jodie in, pushing her from behind as she passed the bars. Jodie took a quick glance at the woman there, then looked down at the floor. The woman was very short, with a round body and big breasts. She had loose, shaggy red hair that hung around her shoulders.
"Somethin' interestin' bout tha floor?" the woman asked. Her words were English, with a strong Irish brogue.
Jodie shook her head and looked up then, her skin beat red as she met the woman's eyes. Mary was about twenty-five, but seemed ages older in her attitude.
"Okay, Jasim. You can go. Close the door," she said.
The cell door slid closed, leaving the two in the shaded green light coming through the green fabric.
"Sit down," Mary said, patting the bunk beside her. Jodie sat down reluctantly, not looking at her. There were four bunks in the cell. Two on top and two below. There was a toilet in the corner, with a sink. A curtain hung by it's side on a low bar.
"Look at me," Mary said.
Jodie pulled her eyes off the floor and turned her head to look at Mary. The older woman eyed her with interest. She reached forward and slipped Jodie's glasses off, then looked at her face again as Jodie blinked at her. She smiled and put the glasses back.
You look nice with or without them," she said.
Jodie mumbled a barely audible thanks.
"Your body looks okay, not fat like a lot of these cows. How are you in the sack?"
Jodie didn't know how to answer that so said nothing.
"Jodie... That's your name, right?"
Jodie nodded.
"You're going to have to learn to answer when you're asked a question. Carmen won't like it if she has to ask you everything twice and won't like it if you keep staring at the floor either."
Jodie tore her eyes off the floor again and tried to look at Mary, but found it hard to meet her gaze.
"You're embarrassed, right? You shouldn't be. I was in much the same position as you a couple of years ago. I was a fresh young thing in here without any way of defending myself.
She leaned back on her elbows as she looked across at the far bunk.
"I was raped, gang-raped a couple of times before Carmen took a liking to me and brought me in with her. Things have been okay since then. I do what she says and she protects me. She's never beaten me and keeps me mostly to herself.
"Some of the women here loan out their girls every day, maybe a couple of times a day. Some of them whore their girls, like Nirie is gonna do to you. Carmen loans me to a friend maybe once or twice a month and never for the whole night.
"She also rents me to guards sometimes, when she needs money, but never to the real bastards, only to a couple of the nicer ones and they're pretty good. She doesn't do it often either. Life is pretty good with her, as good as it's gonna get in here when you look like, well, I do, and you do.
She sat up again.
"Now..." she said. "Consider this a kind of job interview. I wanna see if yer gonna be a good girl fer Carmen. Okay?"
Jodie nodded, shyly.
"Okay." She shifted sideways on the bunk until her left hip pressed against Jodie's right. Her left arm slid around Jodie's waist and she kissed Jodie on the cheek.
Jodie stiffened but did nothing to resist her as Mary's right hand slowly slid across her breasts through the jumpsuit, then pulled the zipper down.
She pushed the jumpsuit back over Jodie's shoulders, baring her to the waist. Jodie wasn't wearing one of the rough bras because her breasts were sore from the other night.
"Oooooh, you poor thing," Mary said, sounding sincere.
She caressed Jodie's wounded breasts very gently, her fingers like feathers as they caressed the round orbs. Both breasts were criss-crossed with red welts, and both nipples were swollen and burning.
She squeezed very lightly and then lowered her lips to Jodie's right nipple. She slid her tongue round and round the pink nipple, then closed her wet lips around the little bud and sucked gently.
Jodie felt a strange stirring in her loins, something she hadn't felt in weeks. She wondered at first, what it was, unable to believe that she could possible become aroused here with this woman. Yet Mary was being kind and gentle, something she had felt very little of recently, and her lips on her nipple felt soft and soothing.
She moved her lips away and replaced them with her fingers, seizing her right nipple between her fingertips and rolling it lightly between them. She kissed Jodie on the cheek again, then on the throat, then Jodie felt her head turning towards her and their lips joined.
It was not an unpleasant sensation, as it had been with the harsh, cruel women who'd taken her the last few nights. Mary was very gentle, their lips sliding together without force. The redhead's tongue dipped in and out between Jodie's lips, not venturing deep.
She caressed Jodie's belly, sliding her hand slowly down into the crotch of her open jumpsuit onto Jodie's bare pussy. She squeezed very light, her fingers searching for Jodie's pussy slit, and finding it. She rubbed her middle finger up and down against the top of the slit, moving only against the slit, not pushing into her pussy-tube.
She rubbed her finger against Jodie's clit, gentle, slow, and very patient. Their lips continued to move together and Jodie found herself not only aroused but strangely attracted to Mary, not in a sexual way, though that was there too, but as a kind person who could speak with her, who could allay her fears and loneliness.
She felt drawn to her, for the first time not feeling either frightened or ashamed. She moaned, involuntarily as the heat coming from her pussy shot a flare deep into her belly. Mary's finger was slow but persistent, rubbing against her now hardened clitty with endless stroking motions.
She pushed Jodie back onto the bunk then and her hand slid the jumpsuit all the way down and off her. Jodie was now naked, though Mary was still fully clothed, but strangely, she didn't feel embarrassed. Mary lay next to her, both their feet still on the floor.
She began to stroke Jodie's clit again as they kissed, then her lips moved along Jodie's throat and down onto her wounded right nipple. The nipple was sparking with pain, pain that had increased since it had hardened, but Mary's lips seemed to ease that pain.
Their softness enfolded the nipple, wrapping it in their warmth and bringing a strong aching lust to the blonde teenager's chest. Mary rolled over on top of Jodie, squatting above her belly on the bunk. Her hands rested on Jodie's breasts, slowly and gently massaging them, careful of their wounds.
Mary unzipped her own jumpsuit and pulled it off her shoulders and down to her waist. She wore no bra and her big round breasts stood out large and firm, their large brown nipples hard and erect. She bent and the two kissed again, a deep, soul wrenching kiss that soon saw their breasts rubbing together as their bodies became more and more aroused.
Jodie's hands found their way up off the bunk at long last and tentatively cupped Mary's full breasts. Mary's warm flesh spilled out around her fingers as she pressed into them and then the woman slid upward along her body, bringing her big right boob against Jodie's face.
Jodie's lips opened and she sucked the nipple in, suckling energetically as she squeezed the thing with her hand. Her other hand was locked around Mary's other breast, kneading it firmly as the woman sighed in pleasure. Mary sat up, then stood. She pulled the jumpsuit down and stepped out of it.
She smiled at Jodie, then winked in a friendly fashion.
"Now, I'm going to do something else here. Carmen is into bondage. I'm sure those bitches have tied you up before, but this is something else, something exciting. You don't have to fear when Carmen ties you up, only to enjoy. Carmen will make you come and come again."
She removed a soft cord from the drawer of the table beside the bunk and had Jodie lay lengthwise along the cot before winding it tightly around her wrists. The rope did not cut into her flesh but merely bound it firmly to the bar at the top of the bunk.
"Feel the helplessness," Mary whispered, sliding her fingers along Jodie's body. "You're safe, but helpless. Carmen won't hurt you, but you're hers to do with as she wishes, and she wishes to make you come."
Jodie lay there, panting, aware of how obscene and strange she was behaving. She could hear the voices of other woman, prisoners and guards calling back and forth just outside the unlocked cell door.
Mary climbed onto bed and lay atop Jodie, her belly pressing into Jodie's, her pussy into Jodie's, her breasts into Jodie's. Their lips joined again, the kiss long and satisfying for both of them. Mary's hands moved slowly up and down her body as Jodie's wrists pulled feebly against their bonds. She did not fear this woman, who smiled and treated her so gently, and perhaps because of that the bondage added a strange, hot thrill to their actions.
Jodie unaccountably began to cry, though it was not with fear or pain, but a terrible relief. Mary cooed and cuddled her, kissing her on the cheeks and forehead as she held the girl close and stroked her body. She kissed and licked the tears away, and when Jodie stopped, began licking her way down Jodie's body.
She knelt between Jodie's legs and began to lap softly against her bald slit. Jodie held her breath as the feelings of wondrous joy and bliss swept through her body. Her buttocks began to slowly grind and roll on the bunk as a torrid heat gripped her sex. Her head fell back on the pillow as she trembled in pleasure.
Mary's tongue was doing amazing things to her aching pussy, and she began to gasp for breath as her body overheated. Her wrists pulled against the ropes again and she moaned as heat flared higher. Her hips bucked up, her body undulating as the sexual heat rolled over her.
Then she cried out, uncaring of who heard her. Her back arched and her head thrashed from side to side as her pussy exploded with ecstasy. Mary was lapping furiously at her clit as her fingers rubbed and stroked against her crotch, sending bursts of hot pleasure into Jodie's belly.
Mary swiveled around, turning her body around on the thin bunk until her pussy was over Jodie's face. Jodie was lying unmoving after her orgasm, her eyes closed. Mary continued to lick at her pussy, now starting to dip her fingers in and out of Jodie's pussy-slit.
Jodie opened her eyes half way and saw the woman's bare pussy above her, bald like her own. It wiggled slowly back and forth as Mary licked at her crotch and Jodie suddenly raised her head, licking along her slit.
She began to tongue the slit, searching for her clitty. It wasn't hard to find and she began to lick energetically, wanting to make Mary happy, as she had not wanted to with the other women.
Mary mewled something in gratitude as she felt Jodie's tongue pistoning against her clitty. She pumped two fingers all the way into Jodie's pussy, grinding her knuckles against the girl's pussy opening as her tongue continued to work away at her clitty.
She seized the clitty in her lips and blew hard on it, a long, steady stream of air on the wet, swollen, glistening button. Then she closed her lips on it, rubbing them from side to side as her fingers pumped in and out of Jodie's pussy tunnel.
Jodie tried to emulate Mary with her own tongue, moaning and panting as heat flared within her. She nibbled and sucked at the big clitty as Mary became more excited and began to hump up and down on her face. She felt her body gaining momentum again, felt her belly fluttering and twitching with electricity.
She pulled her legs wider still, pushing her pussy up against Mary as her own tongue rasped furiously on Mary's crotch slit. She tongued the clitty rapidly, the tip of her tongue pressing in between her pussy lips and wiggling and whipping against the sensitive little piece of flesh.
Her body was burning with arousal now. Her pussy was afire with lust and her aching breasts were burning mounds stinging pleasure as Mary's belly pressed against them. Mary was rubbing her body from side to side, purposefully stroking the breasts with her firm flat stomach.
Jodie began to tremble violently, then realized it wasn't her, but Mary, who was shuddering and shaking atop her. Mary was coming! Jodie felt a deep satisfaction in that and worked her tongue even harder. She felt the shuddering grow worse and felt then that it was her body as well as Mary's.
She grunted and groaned into Mary's sex as she ate the woman out. Her own pussy sparkled and sizzled in Mary's mouth as the Irish woman's tongue and fingers brought her off for a second time.
Then they lay together on the bunk, side by side, her wrists still bound above her, Mary smiling and softly stroking her face and hair and body.
"Carmen will be different," Mary whispered, nipping lightly at Jodie's ear. "She won't always do you. Sometimes you'll have to do her and then just go to sleep. She won't always be gentle, either. She's very strong and forceful. That can be exciting, you know. And she likes to tie you up sometimes, just to see how you look, just to watch the muscles move beneath your skin when you try to escape. Maybe she'll spank you a little, or pull your hair, but it won't be bad at all, just playful. You'll have to do as she wishes and not question her, even when you don't like it. Do you think you can do that, darling?"
Jodie nodded, reluctantly, wishing it was Mary she was to be partnered with. As if reading her mind, Mary reached over and patted her cheek.
"Don't worry, sweetie. Carmen is nice, and sometimes she's very, very gentle. She'll protect you." * * * * * Jim woke up during the night to find a pair of warm wet lips on his cock, which was already erect. He was on his back as the shadowy form of a woman settled atop him and drew him up into her moist pussy sheath. His hands sleepily found her breasts and squeezed the thick, oozing mammaries as the girl rode up and down on his cock.
He came quickly, but she continued to ride him until she had come and then fell forward atop him, nuzzling his throat as he rolled over and went back to sleep.
When he woke up the next morning, she was still there. He yawned and stretched, blinking his eyes awake. He looked down at the girl and only then realized it wasn't the little whore, but Murgon's little girlfriend. There were the same familiar sounds coming from the bedroom now as he'd been hearing all night, so there wasn't much doubt where Murgon and the little whore was. Ah well, Murgon was possessive towards his whores, but he was also notorious for generosity.
He sat up and lit a cigarette, looking out the window at a gray and depressing looking morning. Turkey. What a dump. Why couldn't the little slut have gotten arrested in Hawaii or the Virgin Islands? At least the weather would be nice.
He wandered naked down the hall to the bathroom and had a shower. Afterwards, he had intended to shave, but then figured he'd look more like a native if he didn't. He wandered back out into the living room, passing Murgon's girlfriend, who was also naked and making something in the kitchen.
He pulled on his pants and a t-shirt, then wandered into the kitchen.
"Got any coffee?" he asked.
"Uh, huh," she said, pointing to a kettle on the stove. Steam was coming out of it's nose, indicating it was already hot. He poured some in a cracked cup as Murgon wandered out of the bedroom, yawning hugely. He slapped the girl, Jim still hadn't gotten around to asking her name, on the bottom and ruffled her hair.
She sniffed angrily and stomped out. Murgon shrugged and poured himself some coffee. A few moments later there was a loud shrieking argument in the bedroom between the two whores. Murgon threw his eyes skyward and then went in and yelled at the both of them to shut the fuck up.
"Hey Murgon, we gonna find out where that little bitch is today, or what?" Jim demanded.
"Shit, man. You in a hurry or something?"
"Or something," he replied, dryly.
It took an hour to find his friend, then another half hour spent waiting in Murgon's beat up car for the friend to visit his friend. Finally he returned with a slip of paper from a computer printer. The paper said prisoner number DS-34-78564733-377489, was being held in the special holding area of Baelog woman's prison.
"Hmmm," Murgon said, reading the rest of the printout.
"What the fuck's that mean?"
"Means she shouldn't be in there. That place is for nasty sorts, political prisoners and habitual criminals. Don't know why they sent her there."
"Can we get her out?"
"Course," Murgon snorted. "But it'll cost more."
"Crap."
"She worth it?"
"I don't know. I never fucked her."
Murgon laughed hard and slapped his knee.
"How much you think?"
"I dunno. I'll have to see who I have to deal with. The more important the guy is, the more money he wants."
"Not to mention you."
"Me?" Murgon managed to look hurt. "My friend, you hurt me."
"Don't give me ideas."
CHAPTER FIVE
Jodie went back to the dormitory room while Mary went and saw Carmen. She felt much better for some reason. It wasn't the thought of Carmen protecting her, though the hope that she wouldn't experience a repeat of her first two nights was nice.
What made her feel better is that she thought Mary was something of a soul mate and that the two of them could really get along nicely together. She was so engrossed in thought she forgot to be embarrassed when she left the cell, and didn't even notice the women looking at her, or the leers on their faces.
She and Mary hadn't exactly been discreet in the cell, especially her. When she got back to her bed, Jasim wanted to know all about what had happened. Now Jodie felt herself blush. All she could do was say that Mary said she liked her. She couldn't describe the "interview".
Still, Jasim didn't seem to be in much doubt about what had gone on. She grinned and looked knowingly at Jodie's crotch, making the blonde girl blush even more.
Jasim laughed at this.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," she said. "There isn't a girl in this place who hasn't sucked pussy, including me."
Suddenly her eyes focused on something behind Jodie's left ear.
"Uh, oh," she said.
Before Jodie could turn someone grabbed her hair hard and jerked her head up and back, pulling her right hand up behind her back almost all the way to her neck.
"Nirie hears you been giving out free samples, slut!" A harsh voice said.
Jodie winced in pain, unable to move with the pressure on her. The woman jerked her to her feet and twisted her around to face Nirie and her translator, both of whom were looking at her angrily.
"What were you doin sucking pussy for Carmen's little cunt-dog?" the translator snarled.
"I... I wasn't!" Jodie gasped, pain lancing through her. Nirie slammed her fist into Jodie's belly and the blonde girl gasped in pain.
"You lie to me, an' I'll cut your fucking tits off, whore!"
"I didn't.... didn't do anything!" Jodie whined, tears forming in her eyes as her hair was pulled back harshly.
"I don't believe you, slut! You comin' with us. We gonna teach you what happens to sluts who don' do what they told."
They swung her around and dragged her out towards the doorway, then stopped abruptly as a tall woman appeared in the door. She looked to be in her mid thirties, and had thick, straight, shoulder length black hair. Her eyes were brown, and might have been pretty except that she was glaring angrily. She was extremely tall, well over six feet and broad shouldered, like some kind of Amazonian.
She moved forward and stopped, her chest inches from Nirie. Her eyes bored into the smaller woman, who looked back defiantly, though she seemed to fidget nervously. The new woman said something, her voice low and deep. Nirie replied, her voice sounding defensive.
Then the Amazon woman said something else, this time sounding angry. Nirie whined something and the Amazon shoved her back. She didn't seem to put much effort into it but Nirie went flying backwards, arms pinwheeling until she grabbed a bed and halted herself.
The Amazon woman moved forward, her movements sleek and graceful, like a hunting cat. She stopped before Jodie, who looked up at her in astonishment. The woman's eyes went to whomever was behind the teenager and Jodie found her hair and arm released.
"Come with me," the woman said, and turned, walking away without a backward glance.
Jodie glanced quickly at Nirie and her friends, then hurried after the woman, whom she figured had to be Carmen.
Mary was waiting just outside and slid into place behind Carmen, grinning at Jodie.
Jodie grinned back, tentatively. She was looking at this huge, powerful looking woman and imagining herself "belonging", as the others had said, to her.
The idea was scary, but at the same time, it was, for some reason, darkly arousing. The woman was beautiful and sexy, and even with her powerfully built body it was obvious she was feminine. Her curves were womanly enough to please any man, her breasts large and high on her chest.
"Nirie isn't much, is she?" Mary whispered. "Carmen is the toughest woman in this wing, probably in this prison."
They went back across the big common area and into the green walled cell again. There wasn't a lot of room in there with the three of them. Mary jumped into the bunk on the left, the one where she and Jodie had made love, then Carmen stood in the doorway, looking Jodie up and down as she stood against the back of the cell, sort of leaning her bottom back against the sink.
She fidgeted nervously, her eyes flicking around as she felt those hard eyes on her.
"How old are ju?" Carmen asked, her voice very deep for a woman.
"A... almost nineteen," Jodie said.
"You been arrested before?"
Jodie shook her head.
"You killed anyone?"
"No!"
"You try to overthrow the government?"
"Of course not!"
"Ju shouldn't be here then."
"I know!"
"Why you here? What ju done?"
"I... they say they found drugs in my..."
"I know that shit. Mary tol' me. Dey don' put little Yankee girls in dis place wit' no trial or notin'. Not less dey got a record."
"A record? No. I don't have any kind of record."
Carmen looked at her carefully, as if trying to figure out whether she was lying.
"Sit," she said.
Jodie went to the other bunk and sat. Carmen slouched back on the bunk across from her, beside Mary.
"Ju tell me everytin'. Don' leave nutin' out."
So Jodie told her the story of how she had persuaded her parents to let her do a world tour and then came to Turkey only to be framed and sent here with the drugs in her pussy and rectum.
Carmen smiled thinly and nodded when she mentioned that.
"Dat's why ju here, then," she said. "Dey been crackeen' down on drugs comin' into de' prison. Dey needed a mule to carry it an' ju' got picked. Too bad."
"You... you mean they deliberately framed me just to send me here?"
"Yah, dey probably gave ju' a record too. You check your record, you see you been arrested a bunch more times."
"But I wasn't!"
"You gonna argue wit' their records, girl?" She grinned.
"What's going to happen to me?"
"You gonna come to trial in a while and probably get a few years, maybe a lot a' years for bringing dope into de' country."
"But I didn't!"
"Don' matter none. You here for a while."
"But that's not fair!" Jodie wailed.
"Don' haf' ta' be fair, girl. Dat's de' way id is."
Jodie looked down at the floor, disheartened.
"So long as you gonna be here a while, we oughta see what ju got," Carmen said.
Jodie blinked at her unhappily. Carmen wiggled a finger at her, then sighed and looked at Mary, who shrugged.
"Take off you clothes, girl," Carmen said.
Jodie started, looking at Mary, who nodded. She put her hand on her zipper, then looked at the open cell door.
"Can I umm, close the door first?" she asked.
"No," Carmen said, shaking her head.
She looked at Jodie solemnly and Jodie nervously kicked off the thin slipper like shoes, drew her zipper down over the swells of her breasts, down her flat belly and down to just above where her pubic hair would be, if she still had any.
She took another nervous look at the doorway.
"What if someone sees?" she said.
Carmen folded her thick arms across her chest and shrugged.
Jodie swallowed and then slid the jumpsuit off her shoulders and down her body, revealing her breasts, then her naked pussy slit as she stepped out of the jumpsuit and stood there naked. She had to fight to keep her hands from crossing in front of her body protectively.
"Stand up straight," Carmen ordered.
Jodie inhaled sharply, looked towards the cell door, then straightened her shoulders. Carmen continued to slouch back on the opposite bunk beside Mary. Her eyes moved appreciatively up and down Jodie's body, pausing at her breasts and naked slit.
"Turn around," Carmen said.
Jodie turned around, presenting her bottom to the woman. There wasn't a lot of room in the cell. Carmen sat up then on the edge of the cot and reached forward, running her hand across Jodie's buttocks, then sliding her hand in between her legs to feel her pussy.
"Very nice," she said. "Ju pretty cute, kid."
"Th... thanks," Jodie whispered.
A pair of women walked by the cell just then, glancing in idly. One of them whistled when she saw Jodie. Jodie jerked away from Carmen's hand, turning and pushing back against the stone wall of the cell, her hands in front of her.
Carmen didn't seem angry. She stood up then, and moved next to Jodie. She reached up onto a shelf and drew something down. Jodie got a brief look at it before Carmen slid it around her throat. It looked sort of like a dog collar, with a big capitol "C" engraved on the middle.
Carmen belted it around her neck and stood back, nodding, a small smile on her face.
"What... what's this?" Jodie asked nervously.
"That's so everybody knows you belong to Carmen now," Mary answered.
"You're not wearing one."
"Everybody knows already who she belongs to," Carmen said, running a hand through Mary's red curls.
"Come here," she said, seizing Jodie by the left arm and dragging her forward.
"Wait!" Mary said, jumping up. She stood right in front of the embarrassed teenager.
"Listen carefully, Jodie. Put your hands by your sides and keep them there and don't say or do anything at all."
"But..."
"Just do it!"
Jodie dropped her hands to her sides. Carmen slid a hand into the back of her collar and pulled her forward.
"Carmen has to show everybody you belong to her," Mary said, from behind her.
Carmen pulled her out of the cell and held her there beside her by the collar as she called out in what Jodie guessed was Turkish. There were easily fifty or sixty women in the area and they all turned to stare.
Jodie could have died. She was mortified, her skin a flaming red as she stood there, unable to move, frozen in shock as she stood revealed in her nudity and sexual helplessness to all these people. So hot was her skin that her glasses actually began to fog up.
Carmen swung her around by the collar, showing her to all the sides of the big room before pulling her back into the cell and sliding the door closed.
"Now they know and they'll tell the others," Carmen said, sitting back down on one of the bunks.
Jodie stood there trembling, stunned by what had just happened. Mary patted her shoulder, sympathetically.
"It's for the best, honey. You can't be shy in here. And now nobody'll hurt you."
"Les' see ju' work now," Carmen said. She unsnapped her jeans and slipped them over her hips and off her feet. She wore nothing beneath and sat on the edge of the bunk, legs spread. Her legs were long, thick and muscular, but well shaped, and she had a furry thatch of black pussy hair.
Mary nodded at Jodie and pushed her over towards the older woman. Jodie didn't think anything could embarrass her after being displayed for the other inmates, but kneeling between Carmen's legs as Mary sat back and watched came close.
Still, she pushed her face in close to the woman's pussy and started licking at her slit. She worked her tongue into the slit and began sliding it up and down as her fingers parted the thick vaginal lips and revealed the wet pink flesh beneath.
She drove her tongue deep inside Carmen's pussy, slurping and sucking as the woman lay back on her elbows and watched. She straightened her middle finger and pushed it into the pink flesh, sliding it knuckle deep into Carmen's pussy-tube.
She pulled the lips apart just over the clitty and began rubbing her tongue quickly, back and forth across the erect little piece of meat. Then Carmen stopped her.
"Ju' ain't done dis' much, huh? I think Ju need a teacher, and Ju need to jus jour mouth more."
She stood up cat-like, then opened the bedside table drawer and drew out the rope. She pulled Jodie to her feet, not unkindly, and turned her, then pulled her arms back and slid the rope around them. Jodie gasped as she looped the rope above her elbows, then slowly forced her arms back.
"Oh!" she gasped.
"You'll get real limber around Carmen," Mary said, grinning sympathetically.
Carmen forced her arms back harder and Jodie winced as her shoulders ached. Then she felt her elbows touching, and the rope was tied off, the rest of the loops wrapping around and around, loops laid down neatly alongside other loops. Mary handed her another shorter rope, and Jodie's wrists were bound together, as well. Again, the woman tied them carefully, laying the lines of rope down neatly.
"Nice," she said, pulling her back by the back of the collar, holding her out at arms length as she examined the helpless little blonde. "Nice," she said again.
She pushed her down onto her knees, then sat back on the cot again and looked at Mary.
"Mary, show this little slut how I like it."
Mary knelt beside Jodie and pushed her face in ahead of Jodie's. Jodie drew back a little as Mary began to rub her face up and down against Carmen's pussy. She held Carmen's pussy lips wide apart, so wide Jodie thought it must have hurt the older woman. Then she rubbed her face up and down against the pink flesh.
Her tongue was a pistoning little cock as it pumped in and out of Carmen's tube. Jodie was startled at how far her tongue could push past her lips and wondered if practice allowed her to do extend it so far.
She slid the tongue up and circled Carmen's clit teasingly, sweeping sideways across it from time to time, then more regularly. She let her soft, moist lips caress the hot button, and blew air across it, then sucked gently and rhythmically, increasing the strength and speed of her movements until Carmen began to groan and roll her hips.
Mary drew back then and pushed Jodie forward. Jodie imitated her, feeling a strange dark heat at her bound arms, leaning awkwardly over her new mistress' sex, her tongue sliding teasingly up and down the slit, then probing at her clitoris.
Mary halted and instructed, halted and taught, halted, slapping her bottom sternly, always demonstrating the speed and strength her own tongue must learn.
"You'll have to exercise this," she said, grinning and gripping Jodie's aching tongue. "Carmen needs lots of attention, so that will help. But you can work it around when you're alone."
She demonstrated, pumping her long tongue in and out, twisting it from side to side"
"Stop that and lick me, you little slut," Carmen complained.
Mary pushed Jodie back again and showed her how she seized Carmen's clitty, her lips vibrating, tongue stroking aggressively now that Carmen was more aroused. She hummed deeply to make them vibrate again, then sucked in hard, sharp, fast little motions.
Jodie moved in and tried to do the same, but she didn't get her lip motions right and Mary showed her again, then Jodie did it the proper way, as Carmen's sighing increased and became moaning.
At first the words were in Spanish, but then they turned to English.
"Little slut," she panted. "Leek me, Ju whore. Dirty leetle fuck toy. Steenking Yanquee slut."
Mary winked to show Jodie not to take offense, and moved up her mistress' body, tonguing her belly button, then massaging the woman's breasts and sucking on the nipples as Carmen's arms slid around her Jodie understood and continued on her own. Within seconds, Carmen came, groaning like a bear, her hands coming down on top of Jodie's head and pushing her face into her pussy as she rutted up against her. The juice covered pussy flesh soaked her face in girl cum.
This was only the start of the lesson, though. Mary continued to instruct her in the ways Carmen wanted her pussy sucked, blown, lapped, tickled and fucked. As the lesson proceeded, Jodie lost her embarrassment and became an intent student.
When her tongue was too tired to work effectively, Carmen sat up and turned her around. She untied Jodie's arms - much to her relief, massaged them not unkindly, then pressed her back against the barred wall of the cell and bound her wrists up and apart to the bars so she had to stand on her toes. Then, grinning, she pulled a thick wooden dildo from her dresser drawer and rolled it across Jodie's breasts.
"Dirty leetle girls like you always need sometink big upside dere pussy," she whispered.
The dildo had been carved with a fat, rounded helmet head, and was smoothly sanded. Jodie looked at it anxiously, wondering how many times it had been up inside Mary's pussy.
Carmen lowered it and began to probe against her sex, thrusting up slowly and repeatedly, forcing it up inside her with careful but insistent thrusts.
Jodie was surprised to find she was moist within, and the dildo ached only a little, straining her pussy lips as Carmen thrust it deeper and deeper.
"Oh!" she gasped, rising higher on her toes as the woman forced the thing ever deeper.
"Ju like dat?" Carmen leered. "Deep, deep, big and long and thick," she whispered, caressing Jodie's body.
She thrust it up again, and now only an inch or so remained protruding from her aching sex. Then she turned and returned to the bunk. Mary stripped and climbed in with her, and began to make love to her while Jodie watched.
Mary lay on her left side, her right knee laid across Carmen's hips as she kissed and tongued the woman's face. Her hands caressing Carmen's now bare breasts, tweaking the enormous nipples and then bending her mouth to suck gently.
She pulled the long thin buds of sensitive flesh into her mouth and bit down as her tongue writhed against them. Carmen moaned, holding her head and mashing her breasts up against Mary's face. Mary chewed hard on the nipples, at on point biting down on Carmen's brown nipple and pulling her head up hard, like a dog tearing at large slab of meat.
At the same time her fingers were moving roughly at Carmen's sex, rubbing up and down quickly against her clitoris. Carmen spread her legs, writhing as she was subjected to the rough but expert manipulation, and soon came again, her, her voice rising high. She moaned and mumbled in Spanish as Mary worked over her body.
Jodie watched, surprised at how arousing the scene was, and how excited she was becoming by watching. She could feel the cold metal bars against her flesh through the thin green silk covering them, and the pressure of the ropes around her wrist sent a hot, dark thrill through her naked body.
She could feel the thick girth of the wooden dildo inside her, feel her pussy squeezing and chewing on it as her excitement mounted. Her body was stretched out, straining, aching, and she moaned softly as she stared at the lesbian pair only a few feet in front of her.
Carmen smiled and stroked Mary's head, then looked across at Jodie.
"Go play with Jodie," she ordered.
Mary looked across, then slid onto the floor and crawled to Jodie. She licked at her feet, surprising the young blonde, licked and suckled at her toes, then slowly, teasingly began to lick and kiss her way up Jodie's legs. She squeezed her buttocks and drew her thighs wider, so that Jodie could barely support herself with her toes.
Then her tongue began to circle Jodie's clit.
Jodie moaned, unable to suppress the surge of sexual heat which swept through her. When the woman gripped the dildo and began to pump it in and out, still licking and manipulating her clitty, her hips thrust out with growing hunger, her buttocks grinding and jerking against the bars, her hips rolling.
She looked over the woman's head and saw Carmen watching her, and knew a mixture of humiliation and exhibitionistic excitement.
She groaned softly as Mary thrust the dildo in harder, deeper, felt it punching something high within her abdomen. Yet the pain was minor compared to the pleasure and excitement, and could do nothing to inhibit the sultry heat rolling over her.
"Fuck her," she heard Carmen call. "Fuck dat beetch."
Jodie moaned, her head pulling back against the bars and rolling in pleasure, her back arching. She heard something clatter to the floor and looked down to see Mary picking up a second thick carved dildo. She moaned as she felt it pressed against her anus, and then gasped in pain as it was slowly forced up inside her.
"Yeah. Do her, Carmen said, eyes hungry slits."
There was a cruel streak in this woman, Jodie realized, excited yet fearful. And yet she trusted her somehow.
"Ohh! Ohh!" she gasped, her anus aching as the dildo was forced ever deeper.
Then Mary began to suck on her clitoris again and stars filled the world around her as she felt a climax roaring towards her.
Abruptly, Carmen was there, her big hands on the two dildos, thrusting hard, harder, even harder, so that the pain flared deep inside Jodie's belly. Yet she stared up at the woman, gasping and moaning, her body jerking violently by the force of the double penetration, and knew only awe and sensual excitement.
She felt one big hand at her bottom, the palm against the base of the wooden dildo, pressing up remorselessly, and groaned aloud as the dildo was forced fully into her body. The other hand was on the front dildo, gripping the base with her fist, and as she pumped it harder and harder the side of her fist was almost punching into Jodie's sex.
Jodie's wrists tugged and pulled against the ropes, and her belly ached and flared, yet the pleasure and sizzling excitement ruled her mind as she whimpered and gasped and twisted against the bonds.
"Ju a bad girl," Carmen whispered into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. "A bad, bad, girl."
"Yes," Jodie moaned.
Carmen's rough finger stroked across her clit and Jodie gasped in pleasure.
"Slut, leetle Yanquee slut. I make ju my slave girl."
With that she thrust the dildo fully into the trembling, shaking young blonde.
Jodie cried out in pain as the nose of the wooden dildo struck her cervix, then glanced off somehow and drove up fully inside her. Carmen bent and opened her mouth wide, then took the centre of Jodie's left breast into it and bit down, sucking fiercely.
Jodie came, writhing in pleasure and pain, jerking and thrashing against the bars as a whirlwind of ecstasy swept through her body.
She sagged weakly as the orgasm spent itself, and Carmen smirked and stood back. "Ju a natural, more even dan dis one," she said, looking kindly at Mary. "I tink we haf fun, ju and me."
She pulled on her shorts and Mary began to dress, as well, then she slid the cell door back and yawned.
"Go see if Bahar is around," she told the English woman.
Mary nodded and left, while Carmen sat on the edge of her bunk.
Jodie, chest heaving, stood weakly against the bars, still recovering from her exertion, sweating heavily. After she recovered her breath she looked hopefully at Carmen and pulled against her bonds.
"Carmen?" she asked. "Please...?"
"Ju too shy. I theenk I leave ju dere for now."
A few minutes later two Turkish women arrived. Both were older, in their forties, and overweight. They looked at Jodie with a mixture of contempt and lust, and the blonde girl flushed in embarrassment.
The women talked, in Turkish, she presumed, and the newcomers looked at her often, snickering from time to time.
Jodie squirmed mentally, for in addition to being naked and bound, the obvious sex toy of Carmen, the wooden dildo in her pussy was still easily visible, the base flush with her straining pussy lips, holding them wide so the women could see. Yet she could do nothing to hide herself, and had to endure their leers and snickers as they conducted business with Carmen.
Other women arrived afterwards, none failing to observe her naked and bound against the wall. From time to time, when they were alone, Carmen spoke to her, telling her about how she had been arrested, about how you had to fight for yourself in prison, and intimidate lesser women.
From time to time as well she would stand up, walk over, and fondle Jodie's body, often easing the wooden dildo out then pumping it slowly in and out. Worse, she sometimes did that when she had visitors, speaking in Turkish as she did, as if proudly describing and displaying her new toy.
Yet despite that there was none of the cruelty or menace she had felt from the other women, and Jodie felt safe, if humiliated, in her presence. After a time the humiliation faded, as well, and excitement rose in its place.
Somehow, with two strange women looking on, and Carmen thrusting the dildo up into her hard and deep, she had climaxed, and climaxed obviously, jerking and spasming in place, panting and moaning against the bars, as the three women had watched her and leered. * * * * * Murgon came back and jumped into the car.
"It's all set," he said.
"You sure."
"Sure I'm sure. He and his buddies will split the money. Tonight they'll place a call for an ambulance to the city. Me and you will be driving the ambulance. We'll pick up your blonde girlie and leave."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"It just seems too easy."
"The easiest plans are the best, less to go wrong. Him and his buddies will claim we had guns and overpowered them. We'll leave them tied up."
"Won't someone discover her missing right away?"
"Nope. It'll take a few hours. The hospital isn't checked much."
"How are they gonna get her to the hospital?"
"Poison."
"Poison?"
"Oh, don't worry, nothing serious. It'll just make her nauseous for a while, get her into the hospital."
"You sure? I'm gonna look awful dumb if it kills her."
"Trust me."
"Okay. What'll we do till then?"
"Well, there's always Niquita and Valney."
"Who?"
Murgon looked at him in disgust.
"My girlfriend and the little whore you brought home."
"Oh, them. Which is yours?"
"Niqita."
Jim shrugged and smiled. * * * * * Jodie found out what rimming was first hand. Carmen had Mary give her a rim job. The little redhead also fondled and rubbed her pussy slit as she stuffed her tongue up the blonde's anus. Jodie came helplessly. Then of course, she had to give Mary a rim job while Carmen watched and gave helpful comments.
While they were curled up together there was a knock on the cell door, on a piece of wood hung there by wires. Carmen put on a pair of jeans and t-shirt, then slid the door open. Mary made no move to cover herself so Jodie didn't either.
There was a rough looking woman there, her skin leathery from sunlight. Her skin was short and very curly and she had tattoos up and down her bare arms. Her face was broad and flat, with a large nose. She looked mean, but Mary didn't seem concerned.
She talked with Carmen in something other than English. Carmen frowned and shook her head, saying something back. Then both nodded and punched each other's hands. The woman went away and Carmen slid the door closed again.
"What did Adreana want?" Mary asked.
"Wanted my new pussy. I owe her for Selin, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. I don't know why you had to borrow that little slut anyway," she said, slightly resentful.
"I want to see eef oriental girls were as obedient as dhey say." Carmen grinned teasingly. She turned and looked at Jodie.
"I owe her a tongue job now and she wants ju. I didn't want to let ju go seence jou're so new and I haven't eeven broken ju een so we make the deal."
"What kind of deal?" she asked, worriedly.
She hadn't liked the looks of the woman.
She can haf ju and Mary both, so long as eet's here, so I can keep my eye on ju."
Jodie didn't feel particularly happy about that.
"It's okay," Mary sighed. "She really isn't that bad, not as bad as she looks anyway."
"She'd have to be better than she looks."
Mary laughed.
"She doesn't hit you much. Sometimes she spanks your butt, that's all. She likes to fuck you with a dildo too, sometimes."
"I don't particularly want to be spanked..." Jodie frowned. "And I've already been fucked with a dildo!"
"Tough," Carmen said.
"Carmen won't let her hurt you like those bitches," Mary insisted. "Really. She isn't mean."
"Anyway, she's comeeng after dinner," Carmen said.
Jodie and Mary got dressed then. Neither of them were to wear any underwear. Carmen had some sexy lingerie that she'd gotten for Mary but that was only for special occasions. The three of them walked down to the cafeteria and Carmen went and sat down at her table while Mary and Jodie went in line to get their food, and hers.
CHAPTER SIX
Dinner was the usual rotten tasting stuff, at least for Jodie and Mary. Mary picked up a special tray of meat and vegetables for Carmen, that the woman apparently had arranged for somehow. Jodie wished she knew how that was done, but had a feeling she'd be unable to emulate it.
If anything, Jodie thought her food tasted worse than usual, though maybe it was just the comparison between the thin soup and old vegetables, and the fresh meat and veggies that Carmen was eating. Carmen dug into her food while the girls picked at theirs. They sat together across the narrow table from her. So they could watch her back, Mary explained.
Several times during the meal, Carmen picked up a bit of meat or vegetable and held it across to Mary. The redhead picked it from her fingers with her mouth, licking the fingers to clean them after. Jodie felt embarrassed at such a display of subservience, but at the same time both wished and dreaded Carmen would hold her hand out to her.
Then she did, and Jodie, with hardly any hesitation, licked the piece of meat out of Carmen's hand. Oh well, she thought. It wasn't as if anyone present had any doubts about her new status.
After dinner they went back to their cell. Her stuff was there, having been transferred from her old bunk. Carmen must have arranged it, she thought. Then Carmen relaxed back on her bunk. Mary and Jodie stripped naked and got into the bunk across from her, waiting for Adreana.
She arrived soon, wearing jeans, with her shirt tied together just beneath her breasts. She looked down at the naked girls with a smile of anticipation.
"Gurhkhkslk," she said.
Mary rolled out of the bed, motioning for Jodie to imitate her.
They both stood with their backs to Adreana and their hands behind them. Jodie wondered why for a second, then the woman tied her wrists tightly together with cord. She moved over and tied Mary's wrists together too, then turned them back around, pushing them to their knees.
She stood there looking down at them as they knelt side by side, sitting on their heels. Adreana looked excited by the sight. She stripped off her jeans and top. Her breasts were big but saggy. She sat on the edge of the bed and the two of them moved between her legs. Like Carmen, her pussy was not shaved, but she had much more hair.
The two of them licked away at her pussy and thighs as the woman lay back happily, her hands in both their hair. Jodie didn't feel good. Perhaps the smell of Adreana's pussy was bad, but it wasn't turning her on, instead it was making her sick.
Then she said something else. Jodie didn't understand it but Mary apparently did. She backed away, going over and sitting on the edge of the bunk across from them. She lay back, spread her legs and began to play with herself.
Adreana hauled Jodie off the floor and sat her down sideways on her lap. She began licking at her breasts, and feeling up her pussy. Her hand slid back and forth over her tender soft bald pussy as her teeth nipped at Jodie's nipples.
Jodie was surprised to feel herself getting massively aroused. Her entire body felt so light it could float away. She felt light-headed too. Her body trembled and shook as the woman dug her fingers up into her pussy and pumped them in and out.
Jodie's head hung back and she twitched helplessly. Her body shook and quivered and then she came, her entire body jerking, humping and sizzling in hot fiery heat. Her brain clouded and her body went hot, then cold, then hot. She arched her back, her feet bouncing up and down in the air.
Her vision blurred, then went black, then she collapsed unconscious. She didn't know what was happening. Now and then she heard voices, but couldn't concentrate on them. She regained consciousness, sort of, but couldn't think or see clearly.
She knew she was moving, but not why or where. Then there were bright lights over her head and she blinked against them. She saw Mary's face, then some man's. She wondered if she was still naked, but couldn't find it in herself to be embarrassed or to worry about anything. She felt very light, like she was floating. * * * * * They didn't even have to steal the ambulance. It stopped for them and the two attendants got out with a smile at Murgon. Murgon got behind the wheel and Jim got in the passenger side. They drove the remaining few miles to the prison, going around the back and through the gate there.
Nobody questioned them. They drove up to a low building and stopped by the door, then Murgon got out. Jim followed and they went around to the rear of the van and pulled out a gurney, rolling it to the door. Murgon pushed a bell and the door opened.
Jim shook his head at how easy it was, worrying about that. Nothing was this easy, he told himself.
They went down a narrow stone corridor and then turned left down another. Within a minute or so they came to a door with a red cross on it. Murgon pushed it open and he followed him into the brightly lit little room. Right away he noticed something wrong.
There was the girl all right. She was on a table, naked and from the looks of her face, higher than a kite. There was another girl there, obviously another prisoner, and she frowned very suspiciously when she saw them enter.
There was a man in a white coat there. From what Murgon had said, he would not be in on things. There was also a pair of guards who would be. The only problem was to have been knocking the medico out before he could understand what was going on.
Now they had this prisoner too. Neither of the guards appeared pleased that she was there. They stood in the corner fidgeting and looking nervously at one another. Murgon nodded towards the girl, obviously indicating that he should take care of her.
That was just great, he thought. He'd hit a lot of people before, including a few women, but this one was really short and thin. He was afraid if he hit her hard, he'd kill her. Then Murgon moved as Jim was still thinking about what to do.
He slammed his knee into the medico's crotch, doubling him over and then gave him a hard fist on the back of the neck. Jim jumped the girl, who struggled, trying to cry out. His hand clamped tightly over her mouth as he squeezed her throat.
She jerked and shook, trying desperately to pull away while he held his arm tightly against her throat. Her struggles grew more frantic, then abruptly ceased.
"Not very fucking fast!" Murgon snarled.
"Well give me a little more warning next time!" Jim snapped back.
"Let's go."
"Take care of us first, stupid," One of the guards said.
"Oh yeah."
Then the other guard shook his head. "No good," he said.
"What's that mean?" Murgon demanded.
"He took too long with the girl. When they question her, they'll know we did nothing."
"No they won't."
"Yes, they fucking will. Where were we if you were on the doctor and he was on the girl."
"Maybe there was a third man."
"She'll know there wasn't," he shook his head.
"No problem," the other guard said. He pulled a knife from off a shelf and moved towards her.
"What is he doing?" Jim frowned.
"I'll cut her throat. We can blame it on you."
"Forget it!" Jim snarled.
"Don't worry. We'll give them the wrong descriptions," he said, leaning towards the red headed girl's prone body.
He gripped her hair and pulled her head up, then tilted it back as he brought the knife to her throat.
Jim picked up a length of board and slammed it into the back of his head, knocking him forward on his face.
The other guard yelled in protest, then grunted as Murgon took him out.
"Now they're gonna really be pissed off when they wake up," Murgon growled. "They might even give our proper descriptions."
"I ain't getting involved in any murder!" Jim said. "Especially a cute little thing like this."
"She's just some pussy, probably a whore anyway."
"I don't give a fuck!"
"They'll just kill her when they wake up." He shrugged.
"Then we take her with us."
"What? You trying to get us both killed? How the fuck are we supposed to get her out too?"
"She's small. They're both small. We can get them both on the gurney."
"You don't think anybody's gonna notice two pussies instead of one, huh?"
"They ain't gonna be looking, remember?"
"They better not, man." Murgon shook his head. He went back to the two and tied them up, then lifted their guns and stuck them in his belt.
Jim went over to where Jodie was lying on the table. She had some nice little body, he thought, feeling his cock begin to harden as he stared at her bald crotch and the hot, sleek looking slit there between her legs. He swallowed and fought down his excitement, pulling a white sheet over his niece's body.
He lifted her onto the gurney, then lifted the redhead and placed her beside her. Then he and Murgon put several blankets atop the two. Only Jodie's head appeared over the edge of the blankets. The blanket was lumpy and thick and might, at least for a quick glance, cover the fact that the single small head had a large body.
They rolled the two down the hallway, Murgon complaining all the way, mumbling angrily in a low tone of voice. The door pushed open and they rolled the gurney out and shoved it into the back of the ambulance. He and Murgon then drove off, going through the gate without incident.
"Hot damn." Jim sighed as they left the walls behind.
"Yeah. Let's just hope those two assholes keep their deal."
"Why shouldn't they? They'll get into trouble if they spill."
"Maybe, but they can still just give our proper descriptions. That'll cause enough trouble without them admitting we paid them. If we get caught then it's our word against theirs."
"So we won't get caught." Jim shrugged.
They pulled off the road and handed the ambulance over to the two attendants. Actually they tied them both up and put them in the back of the ambulance. Then they hauled the girls into the back of a small van and drove off. Murgon drove while Jim got in the back with the girls.
Jodie was conscious. Her eyes were incredibly wide and vacant as she looked up at him. She was humming and her finger was circling back and forth and from side to side as she turned her attention to its movements. He ignored her. She seemed to be more than happy enough.
He turned the other girl onto her back and looked down at her. She was still unconscious, but seemed to be breathing regularly. As he watched her eyelids started to flutter, then she woke up. At first she seemed confused, then as she remembered she sat up sharply, jerking back from him with a frightened stare.
"Don't worry," he said, in Turkish. "We aren't going to hurt you."
"Don't hurt me!" she pleaded, in English.
"You speak English."
"Yes."
"What's your name?"
"Mary."
"You sound Irish."
"I am."
"I just said we aren't going to hurt you, Mary."
"What are you going to do with us?" she asked, still obviously frightened.
"Nothing. I'm her, uh, uncle. I came to get her. We took you because you were there and the guards wanted to kill you to keep you quiet."
She looked at him for a moment, then seemed to relax.
"Shit," she said, then.
"Hey, we got you out."
"I was getting out in a couple of weeks anyway. Now I'm a jail breaker. You know what the Turks do to people who break out of their jails?"
"No."
"Shit," she said.
"We'll get you out of the country."
"Yeah, sure. The more the merrier," Murgon snorted.
Jodie reached up then and slid her hand between the redhead's thighs, squeezing her pussy. Mary blushed and shoved her hand away, but Jodie pouted and reached for her breast. Mary pushed her hand away again as Jim looked on with interest.
Mary blushed further, looking away. She pushed Jodie's hands together over her belly and pulled the sheet back up again. Jodie wouldn't stay still, though. She pulled her hands up and knocked off the sheet.
"Come and suck me, Maryyyy," she whined.
"Hush!" Mary frowned.
"I want you to suuuuuckkk meeee," she whined.
"Yeah, go and suck her, girlie," Murgon cackled.
"You shut up!" Mary snapped.
Mary sat in the corner, her back to the front seat as Jodie wove her hands around in circles above her head.
"What did you give her?" she demanded.
"I don't know. Someone at the prison was supposed to give her something to make her sick."
"It did. Now she's high as a kite."
"I can see that."
Jodie kicked the sheets off herself yet again, rolling over onto her side, then rolling back on her belly. She spread her legs and began to masturbate. Mary flushed again, pulling the sheet up over the blonde. Jodie shoved it right back off again with a whining complaint about being hot.
"She sure is hot."
Murgon laughed. He kept looking over his shoulder.
"Watch the fuckin' road!" Jim snapped.
"Why don't you suck her, red?" Murgon leered.
"Up yours!" she snarled.
Jodie had her legs bent, her knees were jerking out to the sides, her bottom grinding on the bed. Her hands were rubbing against her pussy as she panted and sighed and thrashed her head from side to side. Both Jim and Mary tried not to watch, but they couldn't help hearing the blonde's yips and grunts and whines.
Then she groaned long and loudly, her body arching and her hard nipples sticking out straight as she came. She humped up high, then did it a second time, then lay still, apparently unconscious again. Jim's cock was like steel and he kept his legs closed to conceal it from the redhead.
She was staring at Jodie with a kind of longing, and Jim abruptly realized that she wished the two of them were alone so she could suck the blonde girl's pussy. That made him even more excited as he imagined the two of them sixty-nineing.
She caught him watching her and flushed, turning her face away.
"Uhhh, what were you doing in the infirmary?" Jim asked, trying to change the subject.
"I went with her so she'd be okay," she said.
"I don't understand.
The girl shrugged, and he thought she wasn't going to say anything more.
"We were afraid if she went alone they'd rape her. They do that a lot when they can get a cute girl alone, especially if she's as helpless as that one."
"We?"
"Carmen and me. Carmen's our... room mate. She bribed the medico to let me come. The guards didn't like it but they couldn't say anything."
"Where are we going anyway?" Jim asked.
"I got a place I know. It's a little grungy, but it's safe enough. We'll stay there tonight. In the morning we'll take the pussies to the shore and put them on a fishing boat.
"Before we do though, I'm gonna give that little blonde a good hard fuck."
"No you ain't," Jim snapped.
"Aww, shit. What do you care? Anyway, she won't even remember it."
"I said not."
"All right," he sulked. "I'm gonna get that lezzie red head though."
"You can do whatever you want with her as long as she agrees."
"You're no fuckin' fun, man."
"Tough. You're making too much money to have fun."
"You know, seeing as you both speak English, it would only be polite for you to talk English around me," Mary said, peevishly.
"What the fuck are you, Miss Manners?" Jim demanded.
"I was telling him how I want to fuck your buttery little pussy," Murgon said.
"Up yours," she replied.
"I bet you got a bare little crack like your girlfriend," he giggled.
She glared at him and was silent.
"Hey, come on baby. When's the last time you had a cock up your hole? I bet you're pantin' for it."
"With all those crummy Turk guards? You must be kidding?"
"Yeah, you're right," Murgon said. "but I still want to ride you."
"In your dreams," she said.
They drove into the city and parked the battered van in an alley behind an equally battered old building. It was a hotel, of sorts. Jim wouldn't have rated it four stars, nor even two. In fact, it would be hard pressed to earn any stars at all. The place was a dump.
Still, it seemed reasonably clean and bare of vermin. He and Murgon carried Jodie while the redhead held the door for them. They went up a steep, creaking flight of stairs to the third floor, then down a narrow, dimly lit hallway until stopping before a cheap door.
Murgon pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked it, then they brought Jodie in and closed the door behind them. Jim set her down on the bed and then looked around. It wasn't much of a room. There were two old steel framed beds set a few feet apart. They took up most of the room.
The only other furnishings were a small table and lamp standing between them, a rickety looking twelve inch black and white TV, and a coat rack in the corner. Jim went over and turned on the TV. To his surprise, it worked. A snowy picture of an old man walking through a ploughed field came on the screen.
The voice talked about farm quota production and how good Turkey's crop would be this year. He heard Jodie moan and turned around. Murgon was sitting on the bed beside her, rubbing her pussy.
"Will you get the fuck away from her?!" Jim snapped.
"Easy, easy, my friend. I was only playing a bit," Murgon said, moving away and then sitting on the opposite bed.
"How long will she be like that?" Mary asked.
"I don't fucking know. I don't even know what they gave her."
He looked at Murgon, who shrugged.
"I don't know either. She seems happy though."
"I'm gonna go downstairs then and get a drink," Murgon said, rising from the bed.
"Maybe you should come with me, let those two be together," he snickered.
"I'll stay here," he said.
Murgon left. Jim got up and wandered to the window, looking out through the dirty glass. He checked his watch unhappily, then moved to the door to the bathroom. There were actually towels inside, though they were small.
"I'm gonna take a quick shower," he told the redhead.
She nodded. He worried for a second about leaving her alone with Jodie, but then figured, hell, they've probably been sucking each other for days now. She can't hurt the little blonde. He stripped and turned on the water, stepping into it with a sigh of relief.
It was then that he realized there was no soap. He snarled a low curse and pulled the shower curtain back a little, easing out without letting too much water spray out onto the floor. He checked the counter. Nothing. He looked around and still couldn't find any.
"Fucking Turkish assholes," he muttered.
He pulled one of the skinny towels around his hips and jerked the door open, marching out into the room.
"Have you seen...." he stopped with a quick intake of breath.
Jodie was bare again, the sheet off her. She was on her back, her legs spread. The redhead, Mary, knelt between her legs. She too was naked, her thin slit looking up at him from only a couple of feet away as she lapped at Jodie's pussy.
She stopped suddenly, startled, turning to stare at him. He was staring at her pussy, not her face. As if in a trance, he walked forward, then slid his wet hand onto her backside. She turned away then, her face returning to Jodie's pussy.
She again began to lick away at the thin, hairless slit as Jim slid his hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She pushed her bottom back at him and he quickly dropped the towel, letting his steel hard cock stand up straight.
Jodie was writhing on the bed as she moaned and cooed in satisfaction. Mary let her legs slide apart and Jim brought his hard erection against her pussy. He was intensely aroused and could not hold back and he plunged his manhood deep into her tight silky pussy tube.
She grunted as he filled her hole, but made no other sign. She continued to lick avidly at Jodie's pussy, her fingers now sliding in and out of the blonde girl's pussy. Jim started to pound his cock up and down her hole, too excited to take things slow and steady as was normal.
His hard, brutal thrusts half lifted the girl off her knees as she bent down into Jodie's crotch. Then Jodie bucked herself up and down. Mary seized her thighs and hung on as the blonde came, her eyes rolling back in her head.
Then Jodie seemed to collapse, exhausted. Mary rose up, her back coming up against Jim's chest. His hands slid around her, rubbing her belly and cupping her breasts. His right hand slid down her belly and between her legs, then he lifted her up, twisting her around and putting her on the other bed.
She twisted around as well, pulling free of his cock and rolling onto her back, her eyes wide and excited. He mounted her, sliding in between her knees as if he'd been doing it forever. His cock drove deep into her belly and her arms slid around his shoulders as they kissed.
Within seconds his ass was rising and falling as he humped into her with desperate need. She lunged back up to meet his driving thrusts, groaning and sighing in pleasure. His cock rode back and forth in her tight, elastic pussy tunnel as he crushed her lips with his.
The bed creaked beneath them as he humped her. Neither noticed, both too wrapped up in their lust. Jim felt her hands squeezing his ass, hauling him in tight against her crotch. He fucked harder, his hips smashing against her inner thighs as she kept her legs wide open.
In a frenzied daze, her jerked her ankles up and back, forcing them up against her ears, spreading her pussy even more and lifting it up against him. He supported himself by his hands and toes, his hands pressing down on her ankles and his toes on the bed. He lunged up and down, his cock skewering her, sliding in and out of like a machine, like a piston as it rasped upwards towards her clitty.
She growled in torment, whining and grunting with the force and power of his fucking motions. Jim felt the pressure build up in his balls, felt them ready to explode. Hardly aware of anything else but the connection between his cock and her pussy. He noted vaguely, with not real interest, that Murgon was back and was on the other bed with Jodie, but didn't think about it. His cock gushed out a hot stream of semen, pouring it down into Mary's belly. It cooled him somewhat, but didn't satisfy him.
He continued to rut down into her, his cock slicing back and forth between her damp pink pussy lips. He felt her pussy squeezing and sucking on his shaft as it tore in and out of her. Then he felt it twisting and spasming and quivering around him. He looked up, dazed, and saw Mary's eyes closed and her lips drawn back as she grit her teeth.
She grunted furiously as she came, and he renewed his humping. His belly and hips hammered down into her buttocks, crashing and smashing and crushing her beneath him. His cock stabbed her repeatedly, spearing deep into her belly as he pummeled her loins with his body.
Then he came again, a huge wad of sticky sperm blasting down into her overflowing pussy hole. She drank it down. He could feel her pussy sucking it down like a drowning man with a bottle of water.
Then finally, he collapsed atop her. Her legs were still bent back atop her and it was a half minute before he could let them go and Mary could slide them down on either side of his shoulders until they touched the bed finally.
Jim lay atop her, panting. He turned his head and watched Murgon hammering his cock into Jodie's pussy. He couldn't find it in himself to be angry. He watched, noting as he did, that Murgon was really giving it to her. Jodie did not seem at all bothered.
She was humping back at him, her pussy sounding squishy with moisture and gleaming from the overhead light. He watched her raise her legs, bringing her ankles down on Murgon's shoulders as he drove his long, thick cock down into her.
Her mouth gaped and her tongue lolled out as she whined and groaned in passion. Murgon's hands were squeezing and fondling her breasts and she squealed every time he gave them a fresh squeeze. Then he threw his hips forward and buried his cock inside her body, holding it there as he sighed with relief.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jim was about to say something unfriendly, when he caught the scene on the TV. It was the prison. He jumped up and ran over to it, turning it up.
"Holy Shit!" he said, as he listened.
".... and both guards were found castrated, with their throats cut out," the reporter was saying.
"The escaped prisoners were..." Jodie's and Mary's pictures flashed on the screen.
"Jodie McNeill, an American. She is Five feet, six inches tall, with medium length blonde hair. She weighs one hundred and six pounds. She was in prison for murder, prostitution and terrorism."
"Huh?" Jim said.
"The other girl is Mary O'Cameron. She is five feet tall, with curly red hair. She weighs ninety five pounds and has a scar on the back of her right hand. She was in prison for murdering a little boy, and for terrorism."
"What's he say?" Mary demanded.
"Shit, man," Murgon said, coming over and watching.
"A One hundred million lira reward is set for information on the whereabouts of either or both of these women. Two men aided their escape, they are..."
He went on to give a very accurate description of both Jim and Murgon.
"What is this shit about murder?" Murgon demanded. "I thought she was in there for drug running."
"She was." Jim glared.
"What the fuck happened to the guards?"
"Huh?"
"He said they were both castrated and had their throats cut."
"What?!"
"They were alive when we left them."
"What's going on?" Mary demanded.
"Shut up!" Murgon growled.
"Why would they go to all this trouble for one little broad?" Jim frowned.
"I don't know, unless you didn't tell me everything!"
"I told you everything I know!" he turned to Mary.
"They're saying on the radio that we killed those two guards."
"Did you?"
"No! Of course not! They're also saying you and Jodie are some kind of murdering terrorists. Why would they want you back so much? What were you in for?"
Mary looked back with a confused look.
"Terrorists?"
"Yeah."
Then a light bulb appeared over her head.
"Ohhhhhh. I bet I know what it is," she said.
"So tell us."
"Jodie was taken at the airport you know, probably at random. They planted some drugs on her so she'd get sent here, but this place is for harder people. They must have changed her record so she'd come here."
"Why would they care where she came?"
"Cause they used her to smuggle drugs into the prison. They filled up her pussy and ass with drugs and then took it off here. The ones responsible are probably afraid she'll get out and tell the papers and everything and they'll be found out."
"Great. Just great," he said.
"So now we have these crazy bastards after us afraid we'll get them executed if she gets away," Murgon sighed. "I want more money," he said.
"Up yours," Jim snarled.
"They're hot as hell now! It's gonna cost a lot more to get them out of the country."
"I should never have answered the phone," Jim sighed, shaking his head sadly.
"Well it's too fucking late now, boy. Those bastards will cut our throats if they catch us."
"I know. I know. All right, do we carry on with the fishing boat thing?"
"I think so. They'll be expecting us to try for the airports probably, or at least the rail or roadways. It's not very far from here to the Russian border either. No, it's safer to make for the Mediterranean Sea and take a fishing boat to Greece or Cyprus."
"I wanna go to Greece," Jodie mumbled from the bed.
"I'll give you Greek," Murgon muttered.
"Are we safe here?"
"I don't know. I think so, at least for tonight."
"All right then, let's try and get some sleep."
Jim joined Mary on the bed again, this time lying down and trying to get some shut-eye. Murgon slipped under the covers with Jodie. His hands slid up and down her body casually as he tried to relax. He ran through his plan and tried to think up others in case their new found celebrity status screwed things up.
Jodie was still groggy from the drugs when she woke up during the night. There was little light in the room, but enough to see the large, heavy, hairy figure atop her was a man. He was pressing down heavily atop her, his legs between her widely splayed knees.
Then he slipped into her. She felt her pussy-hole penetrated by what was unmistakably a male organ. It pushed deep inside her, then the figure atop her began bouncing and grunting as the cock slid in and out, rubbing up towards her clitty.
She was overwhelmed both by his size and smell. His hairy, heavy body pressed down on her, crushing her into the thin mattress. Her legs were splayed as his sweating crotch hammered down into her. She heard herself moaning and felt her pussy heating rapidly under the heavy impact of his cock.
Her pussy was being reamed with brutal efficiency. She had no idea by whom or where or why. She didn't know where she was or how she'd gotten there. All she understood was that a big hairy man was fucking her... hard. She groaned again, before her lips were covered by his.
His tongue shot into her mouth, startling her. She felt it slide and dart and wiggle around inside her oral cavity as his heavy body bounced up and down on top of her. His hands slid under her, cupping her buttocks and pulling her lower body up to meet his as he thrust down into her.
His mouth then slid down and bit down hard on her right nipple, then sucked a great wad of soft flesh into it and began chewing and sucking on it. Jodie was dazed and bewildered, assaulted by his body and by her own body's reactions.
She felt her belly fluttering wildly, felt the blood shooting up and down her veins. Her limbs jerked spastically, and her back arched. She felt her hot body overheating, then approaching an explosion.
"Yes... Yes... Yes... Yessss!" she grunted, her voice barely audible.
His cock pounded down into her pussy-hole, his crotch and his hairy belly rasping and rubbing against the soft flesh of her crotch and inner thighs. She felt like she was being ridden by a Gorilla. Then she opened her mouth and gurgled in ecstasy as her body exploded.
She came furiously, her limbs shaking and twitching, her pussy humping up to meet his downward thrusts as he pounded his cock even faster into her. His long, hard fingers dug into her ass cheeks, hauling her up off the squeaking bed as he thrust his cock deep into her belly.
She came and came, her orgasm prolonged and extended by the hard, almost painful rasping of his hairy cock-shaft on her soft, tender flesh. She mewled dazedly, her body flaring and pulsing with heat and electricity, consumed by fiery sexual impulses that sizzled up and down her spine.
The strange man's cock drove into her brutally, hammering down her pussy tube with a searing, wet plunging stroke that drove the copious juices out around her tightly sucking pussy lips. She moaned louder, her head thrashing from side to side, her face crushed by his chest now as he rode up over her.
As weak as she was, her voice was barely audible. Jim heard her, however. He was on his left side, his crotch pressed into Mary's ass. He blinked his eyes open and looked across the narrow space separating the two beds, watching as Murgon stuffed her pussy full of meat.
He watched her eyes flutter and her back arch, then heard her moan again, her voice full of pleasure and bliss. His cock hardened almost immediately, pressing up into Mary's buttocks. His hands were around her and quickly found her rounded breasts, squeezing into her fleshy meat.
He humped against her, waking her. She smiled tiredly, reaching down between her legs and grabbing his cock. She slid it back and forth between her pussy lips, rubbing it across her clitty, then opened her legs a little and slid the cockhead up into her pussy.
Jim humped forward, driving his cock up into her, imagining it was Jodie's pussy he was fucking. He sawed in and out of her from behind, his hands sliding between her breasts and her pussy, rubbing across her hardened nipples and soft little clitty.
She cooed and humped back against him as he fucked her. Murgon lifted Jodie's legs up onto his shoulders. His hands went around her waist and he hauled her up like a rag doll, jerking her entire body up and down as he drove his cock down into her. She groaned again.
Jim felt his cum boiling and fucked into Mary harder, feeling and hearing her buttocks slap and crack against his belly as he thrust his dick into her. She gasped and arched her back and he felt his cock grow harder still, then his sperm gushed out, spewing across from his body into hers, filling her pussy with soft hot wetness.
He sighed and settled down, closing his eyes wearily and trying to sleep. Eventually he did, his cock still embedded between Mary's wet pussy lips.
When Jodie woke again it was morning. Bright sunlight streamed through the window and lit up the little room for her tired eyes.
She looked around in confusion, wondering what in hell had happened, and where in hell she was. She looked at the unshaved, hairy man beside her with disgust, lifting his hand off her belly and dropping it onto the bed at his side.
She sat up and looked around. Mary was on the bed across from her, but the other figure had too short hair to be Carmen. No. It was a man. She was, she realized, naked. She got out of bed and gingerly tip-toed around the room, looking for her clothes. They weren't there.
Then she recognized the man beside Mary. It was her Uncle Jim. She was even more confused now. She seemed to remember something about him from last night, but couldn't sort it out. She did seem to remember being fucked in the middle of the night, probably by that hairy guy there in bed with her.
She sorted through a small bag of men's clothes and pulled out a shirt, slipping it over her head. It fell down around her knees, a covering of sorts anyway. Then she walked over to Uncle Jim and shook him. He yawned and stretched, opening his eyes slowly.
He looked at her for a moment before speaking.
"Isn't that my shirt?" he said.
"I don't know. My clothes aren't around anywhere. Where the fuck are we? How did I get here?"
He slowly sat up, stripping half the covers off Mary, who turned out to be as naked as she'd been when she'd woken. Uncle Jim didn't seem to be wearing anything either.
"We're in a hotel room hiding. Me and Murgon.." he nodded at the hairy guy, "broke you out of prison last night. We arranged for you to be drugged so you'd be taken to the infirmary, then took you away in an ambulance."
"Wow," she said, wide eyed. "Geeze... Thanks doesn't seem to cover it."
"Well, don't thank us yet. It turns out those folk were a lot more attached to you than we'd thought."
He lit up a cigarette.
"What do you mean?"
"We figured we'd get you out and nobody would much care. Because you were smuggling drugs into the prison for these jerkoffs at the airport, they're afraid you're gonna rat on them to the papers or the authorities or something. They've put your name on the TV and probably in the papers, saying you're a terrorist murderer. It's gonna be a lot harder to get out of this shitty country than I'd thought."
He looked out the window and yawned again. Then he frowned.
"Shit," he said. "What time is it?"
He looked at his watch, then jerked the pillow out from under Mary's head, waking her as her head fell to the mattress. He flung the pillow at Murgon, who woke with a cry of confusion, looking around wildly.
"It's almost eight o'clock, Murgon. I thought we were supposed to be out of here by seven."
"Huh? Oh. Yeah." he looked at his watch too. "Well, so we'll be a little later."
He got out of bed, ignoring Jodie and his nudity. Her eyes opened wider as she say his large, thick cock hanging between his legs. Had she actually been fucked by that big thing? She wondered how big it got when he was excited.
Murgon put his shirt on, then jerked his pants up. Jim swung his legs out of bed and stood up, also naked. Jodie turned away, looking at Mary, who sat up and rubbed her eyes groggily.
"Awake at last, huh?" Mary said.
"Yeah. Had a nice time?"
"Not bad."
"You two get dressed. We got to get the fuck out of here," Jim said.
"I got no clothes," Jodie complained.
"Oh, yeah. That's right. You didn't have any in the infirmary."
"That's cause she was naked when your drugs took effect," Mary said.
She didn't say she'd been sucking some woman's pussy at the time.
Murgon was bustling around, gathering up his few possessions. He slapped Jodie on the backside when he passed.
"Don't worry blondie. I'll get you something pretty to wear." he grinned.
She glared at him and rubbed her bottom, looking at Mary accusingly. She shrugged and began putting on her own clothes. Jim came up behind her and slipped a belt around Mary's waist, cinching it tight.
"There. From a distance it looks like a dress," he said.
"Are you kidding?"
"It's only for a bit. We'll stop at some kind of store and Mary can get you something. We ain't goin' to a fashion show."
"I don't even have any shoes."
"So we'll get you some. Half the fuckin' people in this country don't wear shoes either."
He stuffed a gun in the back of his belt, then slid a cheap jacket over his shirt and picked up his bag. He turned to the others.
"You all ready?"
"I'm ready," Murgon said. "Let's go."
"Just a second," Mary said. Stomping her feet into her shoes, then running out after them. Jodie stayed right behind the two, hoping nobody would see her. She felt practically naked, and this wasn't prison, this was the outside where you were supposed to be fully dressed.
They had gone down one floor when the door at the bottom of the stairwell opened and a large number of people began climbing the stairs. Jim looked at Murgon, who shrugged. They backed up a few stairs and opened the door to the second floor, ushering the girls in ahead of them.
They gathered at the side of the door as a half dozen men walked up past them. Jim pushed the door open a little and looked up, then down. He turned and nodded at the others, then pushed the door open and began to hurry down the stairs as quietly as possible.
Jodie and Mary followed, Murgon bringing up the rear, his hand on his gun. They reached the bottom and bunched up behind Jim, who was peaking around the corner. Then he moved forward, hurrying to the door to the alley.
"Wait here," he whispered.
He pushed open the door to the alley and came face to face with two surprised Turkish policemen. Before either could react he kneed the one on the right in the groin, then slammed his right fist into the one on his left. He brought his knee up into the first one's face as the man grunted and doubled up from the knee in the crotch.
He flew backwards against the side of a police van and then slid to the ground. The other one started to rise and Jim kicked him hard in the face, throwing him up and back onto his back, then he followed with a vicious kick into the man's open crotch, which produced a groan.
"Let's get the fuck out of here!" he hissed at the others.
They ran to the van, Murgon scooping up the policemen's machine-guns and radios. Then the van spat and coughed, but started finally. They lurched forward as men began to pour out of the door.
"Get down!" Jim yelled, shoving Jodie's head below the window.
Bullets flew after them, at least one, smashing through the rear window out the front. Murgon was fumbling with the machine-guns, trying to get them to work, but they reeled around the corner and out of sight first.
Jim floored the accelerator, which was pretty much the normal way of driving around there anyway. They zipped in and out of traffic, horns honking all around them.
"Turn left!" Murgon shouted.
Jim did, almost colliding with a bus. He barely jerked the wheel over in time, then careened past a group of goats and over a bridge.
"Right at that corner!" Murgon said.
There was the sound of sirens behind them as they turned one way, then another, finally driving slowly through a series of small alleyways and up behind a pile of garbage.
"Stop. This is good."
Jim stopped, wiping sweat off his forehead.
"Shit!" he panted. "And I ain't even had any fuckin' coffee."
"I'll get you some good Turkish coffee my friend," Murgon said, jumping out of the van."
"Where are you going?" Jim demanded.
"First to get another vehicle. Those policemen have certainly got out description and license on the radio by now."
He cursed then and dove through the window, fumbling for something. He pulled out the police radio and handed it to Jim.
"Listen to this and try and see what they're doing. I'm going to go and get something else to drive and also some kind of clothes for the ladies."
"And something to fuckin' drink."
"And eat, yes. I will be a half hour or so. You should be safe here for a while. If you hear on the radio that they are coming here, go to the tavern down the street from my place. I'll meet you there when I can."
He walked off, and Jim turned on the radio, listening to the progress of the hunt for them. There were roadblocks set up and he wrote down where, though he thought they were past most of them by now. Murgon was right in one thing, they had the license of the van.
"What happens if we get caught?" Jodie asked.
"We go back and get raped a lot," Mary said, with a shrug.
"If we get caught we'll probably get killed, baby. They don't want any of us telling tales that could get them in trouble."
"Well, we'll just have to make sure we don't get caught then," Jodie said, practical as always.
She adjusted her glasses, then took them off and frowned at how dirty they were. She began wiping them on the hem of her shirt.
"I hope Carmen will be okay without us," Mary sighed.
"Who the fuck is Carmen?" Jim asked.
"She's uh, she was our cell mate. I hope they don't blame her for us escaping."
"She's a bitch anyway," Jodie said.
"How can you say that?" Mary demanded. "She was nice to you."
Jodie put her glasses back on and gave Mary a cynical look.
"You were in there too long, Mary."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that by now you probably figure anyone who doesn't beat you up is a good person. "
"She protected me and you."
"So she could have fun with us herself. Don't forget how she used to sell you to the guards and other women, and how she let that fat cow play with us both, yech," she said.
"She didn't do it often," Mary said, sulking.
"Shit. If some boyfriend out here asked you to fuck someone who paid him for it, how would you react? Would you still think he was a good guy?"
"So Murgon was right, you were sucking pussy in there, huh? Have a hard time?"
She shrugged.
"I lived through it," she said.
"You came when I sucked you," Mary accused, pouting.
Jodie looked at Jim and reddened.
"Shut up, will you."
"That's okay. I saw you cumming last night anyway. You should have seen yourself."
"What?" she demanded, looking at him and then at Mary.
"What do you mean?"
"You were delirious and horny as hell." Jim grinned.
"You kept throwing off your covers and demanding everybody fuck you," Mary said, nastily.
"I... did?" she gulped.
"And when we didn't, you jerked off right in the van, right in front of us."
Jodie turned even redder.
"Gave Murgon a real good show. No wonder he had to fuck you later."
"Well, I bet you had a good time too," Jodie glared. "At least I was drugged up. What's your excuse?"
"Okay, knock it off," Jim sighed.
"Even gave your Uncle a big boner," Mary sneered.
"He had to fuck me to get it down. If I wasn't there he'd probably have fucked you."
"I said shut the fuck up!" Jim snapped. "I don't need to bring you with us, baby," he said at Mary, who sulked but was silent.
A big truck drove into the alley behind them. Jim pulled one of the machine-guns up front and took the safety off. The truck stopped and a figure swung down from the cab and came towards them. It was Murgon. He jumped out of the van and motioned the girls out.
"That's what we're driving?" He demanded.
"Yup. We don't want a car, there's no place to hide the women in. They're looking for four people after all.
"So why not another van?"
"Because the police are stupid that's why. They're looking for a van so they're liable to stop and search any van, regardless of the license or description. That leaves a truck. This one will do fine."
"Were do the girls go?"
"In the back... unfortunately," he slid his hand up and down Jodie's ass before she jerked away with a curse. "I got clothes for them too."
"It's gonna be a bumpy ride in the back," Jim said, doubtfully.
"It's gonna be a bumpy ride in the front too. This thing had shock absorbers once I suppose, but not now. At least they got a mattress back there to cushion the impact."
"Okay, you two get in the back of the truck," Jim sighed.
"How come we have to ride in the back?" Jodie complained, resentfully.
"Because the cops are looking for you two, that's why, and because of all the trucks in this country, almost none have women in the cabs. We want to avoid attention, remember?"
Murgon opened the big back door and lifted first Mary, then Jodie up into the empty back. It wasn't completely empty. There was a dirty mattress on the floor and a little pile of clothes next to it. There was also a bag of food and a canteen of water. A naked light bulb halfway up the wall was lit.
"Have fun girls. Don't EAT too much," Murgon said, cackling wildly. He slammed the door closed and bolted it, leaving Mary and Jodie alone. They barely managed to get onto the mattress, and sit down before the truck lurched backwards. Jodie grabbed a strap on the side while Mary fell over onto her back, cursing.
The truck backed out of the alley, then moved forward. Eventually, they were able to let go of the straps and wolf down some of the food. Then Mary pulled over the pile of clothes and began to sort through them.
"Hey!" she cried.
"What?"
"Look at these!" She held up a dress for Jodie to examine. The thing was a slinky, sheath like garment that wouldn't even cover her bottom if she wore it. She thought at first it was a top, but then discovered that there were no pants or skirts, only two dresses. Besides that one, there was another, slightly longer, which was slit on both sides.
"That bastard, Murgon. These are whore's dresses!" Mary snarled.
There was some slinky lingerie as well, and two pairs of impossibly high spiked heels.
"Like we can really run in these," Jodie muttered. "I'm not wearing these."
"Me neither," Mary said.
"I can't believe he fucked me. What a pig."
"He fucked you and you came like a whore."
"Fuck you, bitch!"
"Well you did."
"I was drugged."
"Big deal."
"Up yours. I bet you came too with my Uncle's big cock up your slutty little hole."
"So what, at least he takes an occasional bath."
"Awww, fuck off," Jodie said, settling back down against the side.
They sat there glaring at each other for a while.. The truck continued to lurch and jounce and bounce along. An hour passed, then another. Neither of them had a watch and boredom overtook them. They began to talk about home and what they'd do when they got there.
"I'll tell you one thing," Jodie said. "When I get home, I'm sure as fuck not leaving again."
"Me neither," Mary sighed.
The truck stopped then and both of them looked towards the door. It opened and Murgon and Jim looked up at them.
"Are we there yet?" Jodie asked.
"Not even close. Do either of you have to go to the bathroom?" Jim asked.
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Come down here and hurry up then."
They both climbed down to find they were in the middle of nowhere. Jodie looked around in all directions and found nothing but bushes and trees and an empty, pitted road.
"Where the fuck are we?" she asked.
"Prison hasn't done much for your vocabulary, kid," Jim said.
"Up yours."
"Go over into the bushes and snap it up," he said.
"And I ain't wearing those slutty clothes, neither," Mary called back at them as she disappeared into the bushes.
"Yes you are," Jim called after her.
"Am not," she replied.
"If someone opens the back, we want them to think you're a pair of whores we're driving to another town. We're going to dump the prison clothes right here."
Mary came back out of the woods, glaring at the two of them.
"They're too small," She complained.
"They're supposed to be. We want the cop, or whoever, to be too busy staring at your body to think about your face."
"Like me!" Murgon grinned, sliding his tongue over his lower lips. She gave him the finger.
The two of them stripped off their clothes while Jim and Murgon went around front of the truck. They pulled on the two slinky whores' dresses and looked at each other, doubtfully.
The material was some kind of cheap cousin of spandex. it was incredibly tight, but elastic, so their breasts and bottoms were perfectly outlined. Neither came much below their crotches.
"Shit," Mary said, looking at herself.
"If this works right, nobody will see you anyways," Jim said, gathering up her jumpsuit.
"Cept me," Murgon leered, staring them both up and down.
They climbed back into the back of the truck and the doors shut behind them. Then the bouncing and lurching began again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The truck swayed from side to side as they moved down the highway. It was cold in the back and the two girls slid closely together. Alone and bored, neither of them really started it. Jodie's arm was around Mary's waist, and somehow, her hand found it's way against her left breast, then began rubbing lightly.
Neither of them even noticed at first. Mary's body noticed. Both her breasts swelled, her nipples hardening against the thin material of the dress, poking out rather obviously. Then she noticed. She turned her head to look at Jodie, who was lying back against the side of the truck with her eyes closed.
She smirked, then undid the thin fabric belt which came with the dress and tied a loop in it. She eased up and slipped the loop around Jodie's wrists, then cinched it tight.
"What... hey!"
She quickly pulled the belt through a bar in the side of the truck and yanked it tight, forcing Jodie's wrists up hard.
"Hey! Let me go, you bitch!"
Instead Mary tied it off, then sat up, grinning down at the angry blonde.
"Snotty little bitch," she taunted. "Think you're better than me?"
"Yes!"
Mary smirked, then opened the front of Jodie's dress to bare her body.
"Don't touch me! I'll scream!"
"And bring those two back here and get their cocks hard again? You'd like that, little slut."
She bent and began to run her hands across Jodie's body.
"Let me go, you dyke!"
"Yeah, so much better than me," Mary sneered. "Like I didn't see you come and come in the cell, with Carmen's dildos stuffing both your holes."
"Shut up," Jodie said, reddening.
"Think you're so pure and I'm a slut."
She bent and let her tongue ride across one of Jodie's nipples, which perked up immediately.
"Don't touch me," Jodie said again, but weakly.
"Slut," Mary said.
Her hand moved down between the blonde girl's thighs and began to stroke against her clit, and Jodie moaned and twisted, pulling against the fabric belt.
"I-I hate you!" she gasped.
"You're a slut. Admit it!"
"I'm not!'
Mary took a stiff pink nipple into her mouth and bit down on it.
"Owww!"
"Admit it!"
"No. Dyke bitch!"
Mary leered and squeezed her breasts hard, then pinched and twisted the nipples.
Hot pain and a dark sexual hunger gushed through the blonde girl's breasts and she arched her back and twisted against the belt.
"Slut," Mary sneered.
"Bitch!"
Mary slapped one of her breasts, which stung and reddened, and she gasped in pain mixed with dark pleasure.
"Stop it!"
"Admit you're a whore."
"No."
She slapped the other breast, and Jodie moaned and pulled at the belt.
Mary pinched and twisted her nipples, then abruptly pulled a knapsack of supplies Murgon had tossed into the back and set it next to the blonde.
"What are you...?"
Mary rolled her over so her belly was crushed down onto the knapsack, raising her bottom. Her hand cracked down on the soft flesh and Jodie yelped.
"Admit you're a filthy little slut who likes to suck pussy."
"Dyke whore," Jodie sneered.
Mary's hand slapped against her upraised bottom again, and she gasped. Then the redhead began a hard, steady spanking that had her twitching and jerking and moaning, trying to pull away.
"Stop it!"
Mary's hand cracked down against the now red little bottom and Jodie moaned in pain, her backside now flaring with heat.
"Don't!" she whined.
"Admit you're a whore."
But Jodie refused. Her body was torn between the pain flaring in her bottom and the heat flaring in her loins. There was something deeply arousing about being bound this way, bound and helpless. She'd first felt it with Carmen, and even, she now realized, a little bit with the others.
Now her insides were thrumming with sexual hunger, and each hard crack of pain only seemed to make it flare hotter.
"Bitch," she panted.
"Slut."
Mary shifted positions, forcing the blonde teenager's legs apart and kneeling between. Her left hand slapped down on the girl's raised rump while her right jabbed against her bald pussy opening.
"Look how wet she is," she taunted.
Jodie moaned in embarrassment.
"Slut! Whore!" she moaned. "Dirty dyke... oh!"
Mary thrust two fingers deep into her quim and ground her knuckles against the moist pussy opening, then drew back and thrust in a third, then a fourth, pumping them roughly in and out as she spanked the recalcitrant blonde.
"Admit you're a whore slut bitch," she demanded.
"W-Won't!" Jodie gasped.
Mary continued to thrust her fingers in and out, but now wedged her thumb in tight and slowly began to force her entire hand forward.
At first Jodie felt only the increased pressure against her opening, and didn't understand, distracted by the heat within and the sharp spanks landing on her throbbing bottom.
Then as her pussy lips were forced still wider and she felt the thickness of the hand being pushed into her she realized the redhead's intent.
"D-Don't!" she cried, shaken by the realization, shocked and appalled by the idea, yet strangely excited.
"Slut. Admit you're a whore!"
"Oohhh!"
Mary's hand was small, but so was Jodie's pussy, and as the knuckles slowly ground through the opening she felt a stinging pain at her sex.
"Please...!" she whimpered.
"I'm going to fist fuck you, you little slut."
The words sent a crackling sexual electricity up Jodie's spine, and instead of fighting she felt her knees spreading slightly, her bottom raising. She felt the woman's knuckles passing into her, felt them grinding across the soft, elastic flesh of her pussy tube as the fingers pushed higher and higher.
"Ohhh!"
"Like that, don't you, slut. Dirty little whore. Still think you're better than me?"
The heel of her hand passed up into Jodie's body, and the blonde girl's taut pussy lips closed around her wrist. Still she pushed, driving her fingers deeper and deeper into the blonde's soft, warm, moist sex until her questing fingers felt the hardness of the girl's cervix.
Then she drew the fingers back into her palm one by one - and pushed deeper.
"Ohh! Oh please!" Jodie moaned.
Mary chuckled darkly, rotating her fist slowly from side to side as she pushed it deeper. Her wrist slid through the girl's pussy lips and her forearm followed, spreading them wider still. Her fist climbed higher and deeper into panting, whimpering blonde's abdomen.
"Admit you're a slut."
"I-I'm a slut," Jodie whimpered, her insides burning with pain and pleasure.
"You loved it when Carmen fucked you with her dildos."
"I-I loved it! I d-did!"
"Say, I'm a dirty whore dyke slut."
Jodie moaned. "I'm dirty whore dyke slut!"
Mary's smirk widened and she thrust her fist deep.
Jodie's eyes bulged and her body bucked and jerked against the pain.
"Don't!!" she begged.
Mary reached a hand up and slapped the side of one breast, and the blonde girl gasped.
"Raise your ass higher, slut."
Jodie obeyed, grasping the bar to which her wrists were bound and lifting herself onto her knees. She opened her legs more and Mary's fist drove deeper.
"Oh God!"
"Say it."
"I-I'm a dirty slut dyke whore," she moaned.
"You love sucking cock and pussy."
"I love sucking cock and pussy. Uhhh!"
Jodie's fist ground against her cervix, and the redhead chuckled, twisting her fist from side to side in the girl's hot depths. Her hand slapped against the upraised bottom, then against the side of one breast. She reached up and yanked back on the girl's blonde hair and Jodie whimpered and cried out.
"You're a whore."
"I'm a whore," Jodie moaned. "I'm a slut and a whore and a dyke bitch."
"I bet you wished they'd whored you to every woman and guard at the prison. I bet you wish they'd catch you again so you could be a prostitute for Carmen."
"Yes. Yes!" Jodie moaned.
Mary slapped her breast again, then her bottom, then began to slowly work her fist up and down the tight, elastic pussy. * * * * * Jim watched the traffic ahead carefully, looking for any signs of roadblocks or other police activity. They'd been on the road most of the day now and hadn't seen much sign of any cops. He was beginning to relax, to let himself daydream about fucking his cute little niece in the asshole.
Then Murgon cursed. He looked at his friend, who was looking in the rear view mirror. He checked his own mirror and also cursed. There were flashing blue lights behind them as a police car closed in on their tail.
"What now?"
"What do you think? We can't exactly outrun them in this."
"Do you think they know who we are?"
"Probably not. They might find out if they check the back though. Don't do anything rash. Let them be unless they try to arrest us."
Murgon pulled the truck over to the side of the road and the police car pulled in behind them. The two cops go out and Murgon got down from the drivers door and went back to meet them. Neither looked particularly friendly and Jim kept his hands on one of the machine-guns.
"Yes, sirs? What can I do for you?" Murgon asked.
"You were speeding," one accused him.
Murgon knew he hadn't been speeding but it was bad for your health to call a policeman a liar to his face.
"I'm so sorry officer," he said. "How much is the fine?"
He held up a hand with ten American dollars in it and both of them stared at it greedily. One of them plucked it out of his hands and slid it quickly into his pocket.
"We'll just check the back of the truck first," the other said.
"Why?" Murgon asked.
"Regulations," he replied in a bored tone of voice.
"But... but sir," Murgon said, hurrying along behind the men as they moved around behind the truck.
"Not smuggling something, are you?" one smirked.
"Who me? Officers, you wound me," he said.
One of them turned the bolt and then hauled the doors open. The three stared up into the back of the truck in surprise. Only a foot or two from their faces, was a mattress. Two naked girls were on the mattress.
One was bent over while the other had her entire hand and half her arm buried in her gleaming pussy hole.
"Holy shit!" one of the cops said, his cock hardening.
"Wow! Look at that," the other said.
"I'm looking. I'm looking," Murgon said, staring lustfully up at the two naked girls. They stared for a long moment, then one of the cops turned accusingly to Murgon.
"You're trying to smuggle whores across the border."
"No, no, officer. I am only bringing them to Durbken for the fishermen," Murgon protested.
The two girls appeared to have noticed their audience now and turned dazedly to stare down at the three of them.
"I think I want a taste of that," one of the cops said, climbing up into the back.
The other grunted and followed him as Murgon wrung his hands worried looking. Both girls stared up at the two hairy, fat bellied men as they approached. The girls were flushed and breathing hard, their minds dazed and confused.
The first cop tried to pull Mary off Jodie, but the girl's pussy was stuck tight around Jodie's hand. Both cops laughed as they slowly pulled her hand back Then one knelt behind the blonde while the other dropped on to of Mary.
He quickly lifted her legs up and shoved them aside, then took out his cock and drove it down into her. She took it with a whoosh of escaping air, and a hiss of pain and satisfaction. It filled her steamy snatch and began to hump down into her with lust crazed desire.
The other one thrust easily into Jodie's pussy, rutting deliriously as her velvet fist encircled his shaft and squeezed it tightly. Both men ignored everything except the sweet, wet pussies they were banging.
Mary lay back, sighing in pleasure as the big cop on top of her squashed her into the mattress. His cock ripped in and out of her bare pussy as the excited man feasted his eyes on her nubile features. His hands slid up and down over her breasts, squeezing and fondling them.
The cop kneeling behind Jodie was mashing and twisting her hanging breasts as he drove his fuck-prong deep into her belly. He was intensely aroused, both by the bald pussy he was fucking and by the knowledge that the other girl's hand had been fucking it only moments before.
Jodie was grunting and moaning, her wet, suckling pussy trying desperately, and failing, to hold tightly to the thick hairy cock as it ripped in and out of her. Her pussy was bathed in cream, her crotch soaking with it and shining in the sunlight. I am a whore, she thought dazedly, the smell of the Turkish policeman in her nostrils, the feel of his hairy body grinding against her flesh, and his hot sweaty hands groping and twisting her breasts as he used her.
Revolted, she still could not resist the heat of her own lust, and moaned in excitement as the cop pounded at her sex. Her belly was sizzling and shivering with lust, a lust that controlled her mind and soul. She knew, in an abstract sense, that she shouldn't be reacting like this to a total stranger, especially one who was as ugly as this one.
All she cared about was cock, and the one pounding in and of her in particular. She couldn't do anything to aide him in his fucking. She was too heavily pinned and bent, held down by the heavy weight of the fat cop and bound tightly by the belt. She knelt there in helpless disgust and reveled in the feeling of cock ramming into her.
Mary lay back, slant eyed and mouth gaping. The other cop's dong drove deep into her guts as the cop rode up over her, his belly squashing against her upraised bottom as he grunted with effort and pleasure. His fingers were like a metal vice surrounding her fat breasts, squeezing and twisting them brutally.
None of those in the truck noticed the second police car that pulled up behind the truck, nor Jim dropping out of the side of the cab with a machine-gun and diving into a ditch alongside the road. They continued to fuck hard into the two girls as several men in plain clothes walked over from the parked police car.
Murgon noticed them and tried to move away.
"Wait there a moment, you," one of them said.
Murgon slid his hand into his jacket and took the safety off his stolen police revolver, then turned around, all smiles.
"What can I do for you officers?" he asked.
The man glared at him, then gazed up at the open back of the truck. He smiled thinly before turning back to Murgon.
"I see we have found the two sluts at last."
"I... I don't understand, sir," Murgon said.
"You understand all right, fellow," The man said, pulling a gun and pointing it at Murgon.
"But... but... "
"You have caused us too much trouble," the man said. The other two smiled and nodded.
"You two imbeciles get down from there," one of the other men shouted up at the cops in the truck. They turned around and saw the three men with astonished eyes.
"Inspector!" one of the cops said, still humping into Mary's ass.
"Get your fat ass down here, you fool!" the inspector said.
"No need," the first guy said, grinning up at the cops.
"Let them finish. It's the last fuck they'll have."
"Huh?" one of the uniformed cops said, nervously.
"You two are about to be killed in a terrible gun battle with these terrorists," the man said. The third plain clothes man raised his gun towards the uniformed cops and pulled the trigger. The man kneeling behind Mary flew backwards as a bullet tore into his side.
Then a spray of bullets flew up at the three men standing there. The inspector took a pair of bullets through the throat and reeled backwards, dropping his gun. The man who'd shot the cop in the truck suddenly staggered backwards, blood streaming from several wounds.
The first man turned his gun away from Murgon and fired towards the ditch but dropped his gun and fell to the ground as Murgon pulled his gun and put a bullet in the side of his head.
The two uniformed cops were laying on their bellies, one wounded, the other fumbling for his gun. Murgon and Jim jumped up into the back of the cab and disarmed them, then threw them out of the truck. Murgon quickly cuffed them together around a tree, assuring Jim that the wounded man had only a flesh wound.
Then the truck doors were slammed on the two bewildered girls and Murgon and Jim drove off, leaving behind five policemen, three of them dead. The shore was only a few miles away and Murgon stepped on the gas, hoping to get there before someone put out an all points bulletin for the truck.
In the back of the truck, the two naked girls huddled close together as the truck jounced and bounced and squealed around corners. They were expecting a terrible crash at any moment.
The truck finally stopped, but neither girl moved. They waited in breathless anticipation for the doors to open. When they did, it was Murgon and Jim there, both all right. They motioned for them to come down quickly and the girls complied.
They were at a dockside warehouse. Several ugly looking small ships were tied up nearby. Nobody seemed to be in sight as Jim led them over to a small box about the size of a coffin and pointed to it.
"Get in here," Jim said, urgently.
Jodie and Mary quickly lowered themselves into the box and Jim closed the lid on top of them. It was completely dark inside, and, unable to see, the two girls lay still, trying to hear anything that would indicate trouble.
The box was lifted into the air and carried some distance, then set down again. It lay still for a long while, but neither of them had difficulty in breathing as they waited there, their bodies pressed tightly together. Jodie yelped as she felt a small hand slide in between her legs, and then hissed at Mary, who giggled in response.
She wasn't going to start anything here, though. Not after being caught with Mary by her Uncle and the others. She lay still again, and eventually, there was the sound of voices close by. Something hard was prying at the lid of the box and both girls held their breath, knowing they were either free or dead.
The box opened and Jim looked down at them. His face was calm and a grin spread over his lips as he shrugged and turned away. Jodie glared at his back, realizing at once that he'd more than half expected to find the two girls in some kind of intimate embrace again.
She sat up and looked around. They were on the deck of a small ship of some kind. She stood up, as did Mary, then stepped out of the box and onto the deck. She walked along behind Uncle Jim, looking around the ship at the sea and absence of land anywhere. She heaved a sigh of relief then, realizing that Turkey was left behind for good.
Jodie gazed at the Greek shoreline as it neared, thinking about her worries at the airport, about whether she would be able to work up the courage to swim topless with the rest of the bathers. She couldn't help smiling at her own foolishness then.
Now of course, she no longer had much in the way of worry about being seen naked, too many people had already done so, and in too many terrible situations, for her to be at all embarrassed about the thought of going to a nude beach. The irony was, of course, that she now just wanted to go home, where there were few such to be found.
She didn't care. She was free of Turkey, and free of fear. Within a few hours she'd be on a plane home, and wake up in her own bed tomorrow. She sighed with pleasure at the very thought, then gazed down the length of the ship to where Uncle Jim was resting against the side.
Maybe she'd find something more interesting at home than she'd found here in Europe. Maybe Uncle Jim wasn't so bad after all. She eased down along the rail until she was standing next to him, then gazed up and grinned. He smiled back, his eyes showing his hunger...
