Turkish prisons have held a certain fearful aura for centuries. For, it has long been known they can be painful, and humiliating experiences for those who are so unfortunate as to wind up in one of them.
The United States does not punish drug offenders in the same way as they are punished in Mexico and Turkey to cite only two examples. Often as not, high-powered personalities who are involved with drugs are given probation if it is a first offense. While it can be argued, this is more humane and just, it is argued by authorities in many other nations that punishment swift and severe is the only way to cope with such situations. And it is into this tragic picture that the story of the "Branding Iron Sadist" is drawn. For is demonstrates a different way of handling such a problem situation.
There are always those in any nation who are put in charge of prisons or mental hospitals who have a bent for cruelty. And it is into this cruelty orbit the girl in our story is drawn. Her captors are determined to drain every possible ounce of pleasure from her pitiful body. And she cringes as they force her to submit to their perverse desires.
The Branding Iron is a painful instrument when used on cattle. It is doubly horrifying that it should ever be used on a human being. But that is what happens to the girl in our story who is kidnapped from jail by a man who runs a house of prostitution. To be sure no one takes one of his girls, he marks them like cattle with a branding iron. Thus, he feels, he protects his own interests.
The girl who is thus victimized at first wishes she could die. Facing the future in such a terrible situation drags her spirits down to the depths. But, she tries to be brave about it. Recognizing she cannot go on unless she adjusts to her dilemma, she manages to make concessions in her own outlook on life that let her perform the most debased sexual acts, and yet salvage enough ego to survive.
Through a strange, remarkable twist of fate, she makes her escape. And when her mother finds out her daughter has been branded, she is horrified.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jill had always been a spoiled girl. Her beauty had always gotten her everything she wanted.
When she graduated from college she decided to take a trip to Europe. There was one nation that always haunted her imagination when she read about it. That was Turkey. She could hardly wait to see Istanbul. She had read about it being the city where the Occident meets the Orient. She decided she would take the Orient Express. Having heard about the Orient Express ending its run, she made it a point to book herself on this historic train before its deadline of operations.
In Paris she chanced to meet Mark, who stayed at the small hotel where she did. Mark was very friendly and seemed to have endless amounts of money.
One evening when Mark came to see her again he told her that she could have plenty of money if she could use her head. As they sat in a small cafe on the Street San Germain, he began explaining to her.
"You see, I run a small delivery service. Some people have important jewels that have to be delivered on schedule. They don't trust the trains and they don't trust the planes. They do trust me and my private delivery service."
It all sounded fascinating to her. As she sipped some more of her wine she talked to him about it at length.
"Do you think you could get me in on the operation?" she asked Mark curiously.
"I don't see why not," Mark told her. "That is, if you will give me a little loving."
Jill was afraid that Mark had something in his mind besides business. And this annoyed her.
"Why should I go to bed with you to get a job? I believe in women's rights."
Mark knew how to handle this argument. He had heard a lot of it lately from other young American girls who were constantly telling him they didn't want to be looked upon as something cheap and vulgar and a mere sex object.
"Listen to me," Mark said sternly. "If you enjoy going to bed and getting screwed as much as I like to fuck, we would make a great team. We could enjoy ourselves in bed, travel everywhere we want to and enjoy life."
It sounded dizzying and delightful to Jill. When Mark handed her a small container, she looked at him in amazement.
"Is this a bribe?" she smiled.
Mark nodded and grinned his boyish grin.
"Let's just say it's a friendship gift," he told her.
Opening it she saw a small ruby surrounded by three medium-sized diamonds.
"Oh, Mark," Jill said, handing it back to him, "I couldn't take this."
Mark shook his head.
"I insist," he told her. "No strings attached. You don't have to do anything with me. Maybe I wouldn't be very good in bed anyway."
Now Jill felt guilty. Perhaps she was giving him an inferiority complex.
"I never said that, Mark," she told him. "I think you would be wonderful between the sheets."
Jill winked coyly as she slipped the beautiful ring out of its box and put it on her finger. She couldn't take her eyes off it. As the candlelight let it dazzle her being, she looked at him anxiously.
"Mark, I can't accept this. It's all wrong. I know it is."
Mark felt guilty, too. Perhaps he had used something that could be construed as a bribe.
"I apologize," he told her. "I'm really sorry."
At this point Jill felt guilty and figured she might as well have some fun with him.
"All right, Mark," she agreed, "I'll confess. I have thought about sex with you."
Mark's eyes brightened as he listened to the attractive, brown-haired, young girl talking. Her eyes seemed to glaze with sexual, lusty excitement. And he instantly ignited as he spoke with her.
"You're so beautiful," he told her. "I know what I've got to do to you."
She was getting more excited than ever.
"I want to tell you something," he told her. "From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I felt like a ton of bricks."
Jill listened. These were words she loved to hear.
She had a lot of the romantic soul in her. And as Mark spoke it seemed to bring it all.
"Mark," she told him, "I'm tired of this place. Let's have nothing more here. Let's go back to my hotel."
Mark motioned for the waiter to come over. He paid him and eagerly Jill and he left for the small Hotel Du Mont Blanc on the Street Rue de la Hachatte.
The clerk at the desk didn't notice as Jill walked in. She knew the strict rules of the Mont Blanc Hotel would never permit her to take a young man up to her room for sexual purposes.
They got on the small old-fashioned elevator.
"Do you think it will make it?" she asked Mark.
"I hope so," he told her. "Otherwise, we'll have to do it right in this elevator."
Jill laughed as she put her arm around his waist. Mark was so open and honest that she couldn't help falling for him.
Just as he told her how much he had fallen for her charms, she wished she could convey in words how she, too, had been pulled to him like a magnet.
Once in the bedroom, however, her old shyness returned. Mark instantly began slipping out of his pants and taking off his shirt and coat.
"What's wrong, honey?" he questioned her when he observed she wasn't undressing, too.
"I don't know," she confessed. "Maybe I'm getting cold feet."
"Don't get cold feet now," he said, glancing down at the bulge in the crotch of his tight-fitting nylon shorts.
As Jill looked at him she shook her head. "Just because I'm in France doesn't mean I have to do it the French way, does it?" Mark laughed.
"Don't worry, baby," he told her, "I want to slip it in your pussy, too."
Now he decided it was his responsibility to undress her. It didn't take long for him to get her out of her clothes. At this point Jill started shaking nervously.
"What's wrong?" Mark shook his head grimly.
"Nothing, I guess," Jill mumbled nervously.
It seemed as if she could hear her father talking. He was scowling as he said, "Don't wind up a slut. If there's one thing that's disgusting these days, it's women who fuck around from bed to bed."
All of these words troubled her mind. Nevertheless, somehow Mark managed to undress her.
When she was totally nude he couldn't help admire her gorgeous form. Her taut, red-nippled breasts, her trim waist and her beautiful fur-trimmed vagina appealed to him.
"Let's get on the bed together, baby," he told her, "and I'll teach you all about love."
They got on the bed and Mark told her what he would enjoy.
"First I want you to get on top of me and kiss me. I want you to crush those great big breasts against my chest."
Jill followed his instructions. Mark got on the bed and stretched out on his back. She got on top of him, straddling him. Lowering herself she brushed her weighty bosoms back and forth across his chest. This got him hornier than ever.
"Oh, wow!" he told her. "Does that ever feel tremendous."
Mark let his hands wander to her buttocks. Squeezing and caressing her ass cheeks he let her know just how much pleasure he could find in touching her.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "you still aren't cooperating with me."
It was true. Jill found it difficult to do everything he asked. Her old shyness and training seemed to haunt her now at this inopportune moment.
Mark took full advantage of the situation. He told her what to do next.
"I've got a big hard-on, honey," he told her. "Slide down my body and let me press my cock between your tits."
Jill slid down his body. Her beautiful, soft breast flesh pressed against his hard penis.
"Massage it," he insisted. "Go ahead, honey, that's how. Now you're doing it."
She cooperated completely. He was so stimulated now he could feel himself about ready to spurt. He knew it was important for her to get her mouth over his cock and start sucking.
"Now I want you to blow me," he told her. "Go ahead, honey, don't be afraid of it. It's yours for the sucking."
Jill moved down to his cock. Clasping it, she tried to bring her mouth over it. But she couldn't. Sensing that she needed a little help and guidance, Mark reached down and forced her head over his penis.
"Go down on it, baby," he insisted. "It'll taste good to you. Just start sucking it."
Finally she brought herself to the realization that she should accommodate his lusty request. Letting her mouth slip over his huge shaft, she started sucking hungrily.
"That's it," he told her, "suck it. Suck my cock. Suck it."
With determination and zest, she sucked. "Ohhh, baby," he told her, "that's how I like it. Suck it."
Jill recognized there was quite a bit to cock sucking. Her mouth moved up and down the length of his penis. Mark told her what else he expected.
"Play with my balls," he insisted. "I want that. Go ahead, finger my nuts."
Her hot hands gently caressed his balls.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "Now pull your mouth off my pecker."
Jill was relieved. She was fearful that he would try to shoot his wad in her mouth. Now she felt a tremendous sense of relaxation as she lay there pressing on his manly thigh.
"Honey, I want to introduce you to something else," he suggested, "that you really can turn me on with. It's using your tongue around my ass crack.
Shaking her head, she refused.
"I can't," she said simply. "That is sick."
"Go ahead," he insisted, "you'll discover you like it."
Looking up at him she shook her head.
"Never in a million years," she said firmly. "I never would suck your ass-hole."
The fire in her eyes revved Mark up. It made him all the more determined that he was going to get her to do his sexual bidding.
"Listen to me, baby," he told her, "I've got a nice, sweet ass-hole. Go down there and lick it."
Jill refused.
"All right," he finally told her, "you don't have to. Finger my ass."
Gently she eased her index finger up his ass-hole. That seemed to calm him down.
"Now suck my cock," he told her.
Reluctantly she reached for his penis. Slowly she placed his male member in her mouth.
"Now you've got to put some action into it," he insisted. "You've got to start sucking and suck it good."
Finally she relented. She began sucking on his cock with force.
"Suck it," he told her, "suck it. Go on and suck it."
This got him more and more aroused.
"Eat it," he begged. "Suck it off. Now you're doing it. That's how. Suck it."
The delicious excitement that raced through his body had him humping in wild abandon. As his big penis pumped into her mouth she suddenly felt she liked it.
"It shoots, baby," he exclaimed excitedly, "nice sweet sperm. Get set for a mouthful."
Jill was only too eager to satisfy him. She wanted to show what a good cock sucker she was. As he held her pinned over his manhood she started sucking.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "That's how I want it. Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Just keep sucking."
Jill continued sucking as his hot, white cream shot out of his penis shaft. She fingered his balls and went on slipping one finger right up his rectum.
Finishing him she pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up at him.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he smiled.
She shook her head.
"Now go down on my ass-hole," he demanded.
He parted his legs, making it easier for her to tongue fuck his rectum. Clasping his buttocks she brought her tongue even with his ass crack. When she hesitated, Mark demanded, "Stick it in. Go ahead."
Finally she flipped her tongue right in his ass-hole. Keeping it stiff she pistoned it in and out of his rectum until he almost climaxed.
"Keep pulling on my cock," he told her. That's it, honey, jack it"
By this time Jill had become so excited and stimulated over the prospect of getting to blow him that she vowed she was going to suck on his penis. She withdrew her tongue from his tongue. She flipped it across his balls and finally licking the underside of his shaft, brought her mouth once more over his cock. She sucked down hard.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Suck it."
The hot, white cum in his cock erupted. Jill joyously juiced him. She liked to taste the hot, thick cum as he went on shooting.
Pulling her mouth off his penis she immediately demanded fair play.
'Turnabout is fair play. I want you to eat my box, baby."
CHAPTER TWO
At this point Jill planted her pussy over his face. It didn't take him long to demonstrate that he was just as wildly eager to use his mouth, teeth and tongue in lovemaking as he had asked her to be.
Clasping her round, young ass cheeks he flipped his tongue between them. Letting his tongue go stiff he stabbed it in vigorously.
"Ohhhh," she grunted, "that's what I like. Now, baby, now."
The erotic stimulation that she was deriving carried her closer, ever closer to a climax.
"Ohhh, baby, lick my box," Jill begged.
Mark's tongue slid inside her slit. He licked all around her velvety vagina and she juiced. At the same time he had been reaching up, groping and grasping her breasts. She loved the sensational feeling of his finger tips pinching her nipples.
When he finished eating her pussy he insisted that she pull down so he could suck on her tits. She swung one breast into his face as he opened his mouth. He licked and sucked on it hungrily. She was almost afraid that he'd bite the nipple off.
"Take it easy," she warned him.
He sucked one breast and then the other. When they were finally finished with their lovemaking he became serious.
"I hope you will join me for an Istanbul delivery."
Jill looked at him with surprise and delight.
"I would love to. I'm taking the Orient Express tomorrow."
"Good," Mark told her. "I can't join you. I must stay here in Paris to pick up some deliveries from Switzerland. But I can meet you in Istanbul on the weekend just the same. If ll take you three days to get there and I will fly."
This really excited her.
"Just think, Mark," she told him, "we'll make love in Paris today and Istanbul this weekend."
He held her close and her imagination was once more seized with the erotic ideas that kept flashing through her mind.
"We've got so much living to do," she told him frankly.
The next day Mark saw Jill off at the train station.
"I hate to leave you," Jill whispered as he kissed her good-bye.
"It won't be for long, baby," Mark promised her.
As she waved to him from the train, she felt as though she might never see him again. A strange intuitive knowledge seemed to engulf her and she started crying. Mark waved and went on smiling as if he didn't notice.
It was a long, tiresome journey. Even though she had a sleeping couchette, she didn't get much rest.
She had carefully tucked the small package away in her luggage that Mark had told her to. When she went through customs as the train entered Turkey, she got a big surprise.
"What is this?" the customs officer asked her bluntly.
"I'm delivering this for a friend," she explained.
"Is that right?" he asked. Tell me more."
Jill didn't say anything more.
"Why aren't you talking, young lady?" the customs officer asked angrily.
"I don't know what it is. I think it might be some jewelry."
Immediately she was whisked away into the supervisor's office. All of her luggage was inspected. And the mysterious box was opened.
"You are not bringing drugs into Turkey," the supervisor declared flatly. "I'm sorry, young lady, but you'll go to jail for this."
Everything else between that moment and when she arrived in a dreadful old brick jail in Istanbul was a blur. But as she was ushered into that musky, dirty, dingy cell, it seemed as if she would collapse.
"All right," the guard told her, "now you will be given prison clothes. You can't wear these clothes. Take off everything."
Jill looked at him.
"I can't undress here in front of you," she told him.
The guard smiled and laughed. "You'll do as I tell you, young lady. Take off your damned clothes!" As Jill undressed, she was certain that he was getting physically excited. Finally she was naked.
"Not a bad girl," he told her. "Why don't you bend over? I'd like to stick my prick up your ass-hole."
The dark-skinned guard with the trim mustache was unzipping his fly now. She saw his arm reach in and pull out his huge cock. He had a tremendous hard-on and Jill was fearful he would split her in half if he dared drive that huge cock up her rectum.
"No way," she shook her head. "You're not gonna do it to me."
He grinned as he nodded at her.
"I'm gonna do as I want to," he told her, "and you listen to me."
Jill did not respond. She would defy him. She had her common decency to protect.
The jailer went over and reached out, gripping her naked breasts, squeezing and pulling on them as if he was going to tear them off.
"You're hurting me," she complained.
"I don't feel a thing," the guard grinned.
Jill had read about men who obtained pleasure from producing pain in their female victims. She never thought she would encounter anything so horrifying. Now here she was, accused of being a dope smuggler and being tortured at the same moment".
His hot hands tweaked at her nipples as his fingernails bit down hard until they bled.
"Stop it," she pleaded, "stop it. Don't do that to me."
The insane guard who went on enjoying himself was getting harder. She could see his penis tip was dripping cum.
"Now I'm gonna fuck your ass-hole," he told her. "Bend over. Get on the floor."
The roughness of his voice and his hands slapping her buttocks warned her she had better pay attention. She knelt on the floor and he got behind her.
"You've got a nice ass, honey," he told her. "It just needs opening."
Without benefit of lubrication, he forced his rigid, long penis between her tender, sensitive buttocks.
"You're gonna get fucked and fucked good," he told her as he rammed forward.
Jill's body quivered.
"Stop it," she begged, "stop it."
He wasn't stopping for anything now. He was determined to get all of his pleasure.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck."
Reaching around he gripped her breasts. He was fucking her hard now and she could hardly stand it.
With determined, hard cock stabs he went on ramming.
"Ohhh," she gasped as she felt his hard cock rutting up her ass-hole, "stop it."
The guard was obtaining too much pleasure from what he was doing. He had no intention of stopping now or ever.
"Give it to me," he panted as he went on fucking her ass-hole. "Grind your hips, honey."
Jill hated him. How she wished that she could kill him. If only she was stronger than he was she would immediately destroy him. But that not being the case she had to cooperate.
"Now you're doing it just like I like it," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck it."
With determination and drive he continued ramming. It hurt like the devil.
"Yes, baby, yes," he grunted as he went on fucking. "Fuck it."
His hot juices exploded in her ass-hole.
"Oh, baby, I've really got your ass ready now."
Almost on cue, another guard appeared at the door of her cell. Watching the first guard pull his cock from her ass-hole he figured it was time that he entered the scene.
"I guess you got her ready," the second guard grinned.
The second guard wasted no time. He unzipped his fly and jerked on his cock until it was erect. Jill stayed in her kneeling position. She felt the second guard grip her buttocks. Fortunately, she was well lubricated now. It wouldn't be so terrifying to have him slip his prick up her ass. She felt the head of his shaft probing at the entrance to her ass-hole. It was still right all right. Nevertheless, he shoved hard and immediately brought it there.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck, baby, fuck."
The first guard watched. He was deriving a lot of pleasure just from seeing the other guard screw her ass-hole.
"She's got a tight butt," the second guard smiled. "Guess she hadn't been screwed this way too much."
It was obvious that he was pleased with her performance. He went on ramming roughly.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck it."
With determined, hard drives he went on ramming. His juices were boiling in his balls. Soon his cock erupted in her ass-hole.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "I'm cuming. Fuck off."
The hot, white juices shot up her rectum. She turned and twisted as she felt the exciting sensation of his juice shooting in her slick ass-hole.
He pulled his cock from her behind.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "I'm glad they picked you up."
The guard stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped up his fly. They left her alone. The following day she was given clothes. But for one entire terrifying day she was left naked in her cell.
When she was given the opportunity to speak to the chief jailer, she thought he would be more merciful.
'Tell me who your connection is," he demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jill shook her head grimly.
"Someone gave you this package," the jailer said angrily. "Now don't lie to me."
Jill nodded.
"Yes, I did it as a favor for a friend."
The jailer laughed as he glared at her.
"Do you expect me to believe that? You're in a dope ring. You're in a dope-smuggling ring. If you will confess and sign a paper, the judge will let you off easy. But if you persist in your lies, you will find it very difficult to obtain mercy from us."
Jill knew that she was damned in any event. The whole situation terrified and haunted her. Why couldn't they be more compassionate? Why couldn't they be more considerate? Did they have to be devils? This taunting, disturbing thought kept repeating itself in her mind.
Finally she had the courage of her convictions. She spoke up deliberately.
"He just happened to be a boyfriend."
"He used you," the jailer told her flatly. "Can't you see that?"
She began sobbing hysterically now. The chief jailer was unmoved.
"You'll get no sympathy from me. If you could see what dope does to its victims, you would understand why I feel sorry for them and not you."
She was ushered back to her cell. The first guard who had accosted her physically came in to talk to her.
"You had a chance this morning," he shook his head, "but you blew it"
"I couldn't tell things I didn't know," Jill complained.
Shrugging, the guard told her flatly, 'That's what they all say. They're all innocent. Somebody has to be in the business of dope smuggling or it wouldn't continue to be a multi-million-dollar business, young lady."
He left her alone. For that Jill was grateful. However, she had no idea of the tortures that were to follow.
The next day she was ushered into a basement cell where there was no light. She was left alone in the dank and dismal cell with her heart racing wildly and her fears for what was going to happen almost driving her insane.
Finally someone walked in.
"Hello there, young lady," a voice began quietly. "I'm here to see if I can help you talk."
Jill couldn't see a thing. But all of a sudden she felt the crack of a whip across her back.
"Stop it," she begged nervously, "stop it."
Her pleas brought no response. The whip continued lashing across her bare body. Apparently the man who was using the whip on her could see when she couldn't.
When she finally collapsed in a heap on the floor, sobbing as if her heart would break, the man came over to her.
"I want you to fuck," he told her. "So lie on your back."
It was awful having to be subjected to such torture. He lit a match and she got a look at him. He had the most evil face she'd ever seen in her life. She wished that he'd never let her see his face. For this made it all the more gruesome.
"I have a big cock," he told her, "and I like to fuck."
As she lay beneath him, he lit another match. She saw his penis. It had a strange rubber nodule affair on the tip of it.
"I'm going to use this to give you more pleasure," he laughed.
Suddenly saying no more the mean, vicious monster pushed the huge, throbbing cock into her. Jill felt the terrible pain of the rubber nodules as it slid back and forth inside her pussy.
"Stop it," she begged. "Stop it."
At this time Jill felt as if the torture would never end.
"I enjoy fucking a pretty girl," the man panted.
His sweating body and his foul mouth combined to make her want to throw up.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "you have a beautiful body for fucking."
She was twisting and pulling away now. She wanted break away from him. Grasping her now he firmly rode into her.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he told her, "and fuck you good."
At this point he was ramming hard. She could hardly stand it.
"I'm gonna teach you how to screw," he declared, "and you're gonna love it."
He went on shoving it. She doubted very much if she would love anything he was doing to her. She could hardly stand it now.
"Stop it," she begged.
She reached up and gripped his shoulders. She let her fingernails claw at him.
"Scratch me, you wench," the man gasped angrily.
Now he really hammered his cock into her. She could feel the French tickler jabbing against the sensitive linings of her pussy. With pain she shrieked out for him to show her mercy.
"Mercy, my ass," he laughed in her face. "You dope peddlers never show mercy to your victims. Fuck. Fuck it good."
She went on pushing at him. Finally she threw her legs up and rocked back and forth. She hoped this would get him off. Anything to make him stop. But it was obvious he didn't intend to quit. Not when he was enjoying it so much.
"Fuck," he exclaimed as he continued ramming in her."
"Fuck it."
He lifted off her now. At least she didn't have to smell his foul breath. But what was worse was when his terrible hands gripped her breasts. He pulled on them as if he would tear the very flesh off her body.
"You're beautiful," he told her, "and beautiful women should be fucked."
He rammed into her savagely. It seemed as if he wanted to take vengeance with his cock. And his penis had become a driving, stabbing, jabbing sword. His hands clawed her now as she cried out in pain and anguish. The more she cried the more he seemed to enjoy having sex with her.
"You will fuck like I tell you to," he exclaimed. "Fuck. Fuck it."
Driving in hard now he was bringing her close to a climax.
"Yes, yes," he panted as he pumped it into her, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck. Fuck it."
The deep, driving, stabbing cock somehow was thrilling her. She couldn't understand how or why. She knew he was an evil, offensive, terrible person and she hated him with all of her might. Yet she had to admit that what he was doing now felt good to her.
"Keep fucking," he gasped as he went on rutting in her pussy. "Fuck it."
Her hot hands clasped his bare bottom. She squeezed his ass cheeks, caressing them. She wanted to display some sensitivity. Perhaps, she reasoned, he would be responsive.
"Giv it to me," she whimpered. "Fuck me."
It worked the other way. Instead of appreciating the fact that was trying to cooperate with him, it made him all the more angry.
"You're not supposed to enjoy this," he fumed as he glared at her. "Now I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you the way I want to."
Slapping her face and slapping her bosoms he went on ramming his stabbing, plunging, driving penis into her. He was sweating now as the waves of sexual excitation totally overpowered him.
CHAPTER THREE
Ramming his cock into her he determined he was going to get his rocks off. Jill twisted and turned and hoped that he would stop. But he didn't. Finally the big explosion came. His hot juices surged in her pussy.
Finishing her off he pulled his penis from her. His cum dripped on her naked body.
"Damn it, leave me alone," she complained.
He paid no attention yo her. He obviously loathed her.
"You dope peddlers are the garbage of the earth," he told her. "You think you are somebody. Maybe in your jails in the United States they let you have a good time. But you can rot here, as far as we're concerned. That is, unless you cooperate."
She felt terrible now. For she recognized that she was going to pay the price of something she was not guilty off.
The following day she was let out of the dark cell. At last she could see. It was wonderful just to be able to see. But soon she wondered if it would be so good after all. For she was taken to a strange-looking room. The only thing in the room was a big bed. And then she was told what her duties would be.
"You are going to service the chief jailer," a maid said, who finished tucking in the clean, white sheets.
Moments later the chief jailer came in and smiled at Jill.
"You might as well be good for someting," he told her, "so just stretch out and I will take care of you."
The jailer was a middle-aged stocky man. He looked muscular and fierce. His penetrating black eyes and his coal black hair gave him a very austere, fearful look.
"I want you to eat my ass-hole," he told her. "I'll sit on your face and let you lick it."
Saying no more the jailer undressed. Jill saw his huge cock swinging between his legs. It was strange how she had dual emotions. She enjoyed the idea of having some food shooting into her mouth. For vividly she could remember sucking on Mark's long penis.
"Now," he told her, "depending on how you eat my ass-hole will be your treatment. If you give me a good time things might go better for you."
She hoped that he would keep his word. But she strongly doubted it
"Now I'll sit on your face," he smiled proudly, "and let's see if you know enough to lick a man's ass-hole good."
She wasn't certain at all what he expected. Nevertheless, she vowed she would do her best to satisfy his strange carnal appetites.
Clasping his firm, round ass cheeks she let her tongue gently caress his bare bottom. The jailer cried out in delight.
"Yes, young lady," he told her, "you're doing it very good."
She was pleased that he was satisfied with her actions.
"Keep sucking my sweet ass-hole," he smiled down at her.
She could see his balls becoming tense and taut. She could observe his penis lengthening and strengthening.
"Keep sucking my ass-hole," he begged her anxiously. "That's how I want you to do it. Suck ass."
Energetically her tongue flipped right up his rectum.
"That's it," he told her. "You're doing it just fine. Flip it up my ass-hole."
The erotic sensations she felt now had her trembling.
"Ohhh, he told her, "does that ever feel good."
The Turkish jailer reached for his balls with one hand. He cupped them gently and massaged them like marbles. With his other hand he clasped his swollen male member. Pulling on his penis he became more aroused than ever. His twitching balls told her the story. Gently slipping her tongue from his ass-hole she flicked back and forth across his nuts. That really got him going.
"Suck my balls," he begged her.
Opening her mouth she passionately licked his testicles. Now he was really horny for her.
"Ohhh," he groaned with lusty desire, "my body's on fire. Suck my nuts. Suck them."
Passionately she let her tongue flip across his balls. She was licking and sucking hungrily now. This really made him stimulated and excited. Jill knew she would be fed. it was an amazing thing to her to ever reach a point where she could seek a man's hot cum load for nourishment. Now she was anxious to nurse at the Turkish jailer's throbbing penis.
Slipping her mouth off his balls she licked up the underside of his shaft.
"Wrap your mouth around it," he told her, "and give me a good cock suck."
Grasping his penis firmly she planted her lips at the tip of his cock. Gently letting the pink tongue tip slip out and lick his hot penis head stimulated him. His balls trembled as he fucked her face.
"Suck my cock," he told her. "Suck it. Go ahead, suck it for me."
His thick, throbbing male member slid into her mouth.
"Eat it," he told her. "Suck it off. Now, baby. Suck it off."
The hot, white cream erupted in her mouth. She gulped hungrily. "Eat it," he whispered enticingly. "Suck off.
That's how, honey, suck it off."
The delicious sperm spasmed in her mouth. She gulped greedily, enjoying every drop of the liquid nourishment.
When she pulled away, the jailer looked at her, his eyes lusty with desire.
"I have plans for you," he told her excitedly. "You should not be in jail, young lady. You should be working."
She didn't understand what he was talking about.
"I could get a good price for you," he smiled greedily, "and no one would know the difference. You would work and earn money. Of course, you wouldn't get to keep much of it," he laughed raucously.
After the jailer had gone, Jill understood what was happening. For at that point another woman came in. She gripped Jill's arm roughly and injected her with something.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked anxiously.
"Nothing," the woman said abruptly.
Her arm felt numb. Soon she was fast asleep. She didn't know another thing until she woke up. At that point she was nervous and fearful. The surroundings were strange and different.
Jill saw a Turkish rug on the floor. Then looking up she saw lace curtains. She was in a very plush, beautiful room. A few moments later a scowling Turkish man entered.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him.
He shook his head.
"Take off your clothes."
The prison clothes that she had on did look terrible. She wanted to take them off, but it was not easy as he looked at her. For it seemed as if he would kill her.
Slowly removing her garments Jill looked up at him.
"What are you going to do to me?"
He picked up the phone and told someone to come in. Then she saw a fierce-looking, strong man wearing a turban. He was holding a branding iron. It was steaming hot.
"Tie her down," the man who was holding the hot iron demanded.
The heavy-set Turkish man immediately tied her to the bed by her wrists and ankles. Now the branding iron was brought over to her left buttock.
"What are you doing?" she shuddered.
All at once she felt the hot branding iron searing her flesh.
"We are branding you with our name," the man smiled. "This is O. This is the house of Omar. And you will never be free."
All of a sudden the searing pain of the branding iron tortured her. She let out a howl of pain and protest. Instantly Omar placed his hand over her mouth.
"You won't feel it but a minute," he told her.
The branding iron sadist pulled the iron away from her. He stepped out of the room and then he returned.
"I want to fuck her ass," he declared. Omar nodded.
"She's yours," he told him. 'That is, for now."
Omar left the room and the branding iron sadist began stripping. He took off all of his clothes, except his turban. It did seem strange to her as she painfully glanced up. There he was, with a rigid, long, thick penis standing out in front of him. And he was wearing a purple turban.
"I like to fuck from behind," he said, patting her right ass cheek, which had not been branded.
"You're making me a slave," Jill cried out in terror.
"A sexual slave," he told her. "Working in the house of Omar. It is a fine establishment in Istanbul."
This upset her. She was always afraid of being victimized by men because of her beautiful body. Now here she was, sold into slavery.
The dark-skinned branding-iron sadist didn't wait long to get into the act. Straddling her he hastily massaged her body. He was eager to demonstrate to her how much pleasure he could produce in her body.
"I'm going to fuck you," he told her, "and fuck you like you've never been screwed before."
Clasping her smooth, round ass cheeks, he flipped his hard, long cock between them. Ramming forward now, he penetrated her rectum. As she felt his taut, long cock sliding to her ass crack, she shivered.
"Fuck it," he told her as he rammed forward hard, "fuck. Fuck it good."
Driving deeply now he was screwing her the best he could.
"Oh, leave me alone," she begged nervously. "Don't torture me anymore."
"Now, now," he cried out, "I'll really ram it in you."
The big penis glided in her smoothly. "Yes, yes," he begged, "fuck." With determined cock stabs he rammed forward. Now Jill loved the delicious sensation of his big penis driving into her this way. However, she hoped it would soon be over. Finally he finished. And as he pulled his cock from her she felt grateful. But she was still fearful. Fearful she would never escape.
The following day Jill was relieved that she was given some time to herself. But at night she was reminded once again of her slave status. For a very heavy-set man came in to have sex with her. He had finished smoking his opium and he was ready now to have her.
Jill was wearing a filmy dress that had been draped appropriately around her bosoms to reveal them to the best advantage.
"You are very beautiful," he smiled, as he pulled the garment from her.
As she stood there naked, she suddenly got angry and blurted, "Keep your filthy hands off me."
The Turkish man was infuriated.
"How dare you talk that way to me?" he demanded.
Turning around her left her alone. She heard loud, angry voices in the other room. She knew they were having an argument.
Omar returned and glared at her.
"I guess the branding-iron sadist should discipline you," he told her. "I will call him back."
The branding-iron sadist returned. Once more he was holding the "O" as it was flaming hot. Only this time it was a small "O" instead of a large one.
"Lift your foot," he told her, pointing to her right leg.
Nervously she raised her foot. He placed the branding iron on it. She howled in pain.
"Now," he smiled, "I guess you won't be so difficult. This will teach you."
She was infuriated that he would talk to her like this.
"You're a mean monster," she shuddered. "How dare you act that way."
It was evident to him that he had her right where he wanted her. And she knew that she must never object to anything that happened again.
Left alone with the branding-iron sadist, she was given another adventure in erotic action that she despised. Stripping now the branding-iron sadist got on the floor on his hands and knees. He looked over to her.
"Get on your hands and knees behind me," he demanded. "I want you to grip my bare buttocks and lick my hot ass-hole."
Jill got on the floor behind him. She gripped his thighs.
"Play with my ass," he demanded.
She gently massaged and caressed his ass cheeks. His body quivered as she grasped him firmly. Finally he told her what he expected.
"Tongue my ass-hole. Go ahead. Stab your tongue into me."
Closing her eyes she got her nose and her mouth right down in there. Letting her tongue flip along his ass crease she finally plunged it into him.
"That's it," he told her. "Go ahead. Suck my ass-hole."
Jill sucked on the branding-iron sadist's behind. She had no alternative. She knew that he might kill her if she didn't cooperate in his lusty, terrible urges.
It made her sick to be in this terrible position. However, she recognized what she had to do.
"Reach around and pull on my cock," he demanded.
Reaching around him she grasped his penis. She pulled on it and he seemed to get a big charge out of this.
"Pull on it faster," he told her. "Harder." Her hand clasped his firm, long penis. She pulled with all of her might. He was getting hornier and hotter every moment.
"Pull it," he demanded. "Pull it good."
She was pulling as hard as she could.
"Yes, yes," he exclaimed anxiously, "that's it."
He was so stimulated and aroused now that his balls were trembling.
"Keep it up," he told her. "That's how. Pull on it."
She pulled on it with all of her might. This got him so excited he was trembling.
"Ohhh," he gasped as he felt her hand about to juice him.
He knew that she'd better turn loose.
Take your hand away," he demanded, "and get down there and suck me."
Rolling underneath him she looked up. She could see his big balls swinging as his thick cock pushed forward. Grasping his firm, long penis she let her tongue slip over the head of it.
"Eat it," he commanded. "Suck it."
She started sucking on the smooth head of his shaft. She got more excited every moment.
"Suck it," he ordered her. "Suck my cock off. Go ahead, suck it off."
She was sucking smoothly. He was getting more stimulated every moment.
"Yes," he whispered enticingly. "Keep sucking
As her mouth moved instinctively back and forth on his cock he watched her. Then seizing the opportunity he roughly rammed his hard cock down her throat until Jill thought she would choke. His hot juices exploded now.
"Eat it," he commanded. "I'm loaded. Suck it out. Suck it out."
CHAPTER FOUR
When he left her, Jill realized that she was going to be forced to endure the most terrible indecencies. How she hated being forced to carry on like this.
When Omar returned he took her to a strange-looking room It was leather padded. He told her to put her arms up. And she observed the straps which were fastened to the wall.
"Just put your hand up," he told her. "That's it."
Fastening her wrist to the strap, he then proceeded to do the same thing with her other wrist.
Then he stood and looked at her. "I will fuck you from behind. I'm gonna enjoy this."
Instead of using his cock, he brought out a broom. "This is a good way to teach you discipline," he smiled.
Shoving the broom handle forward, he rammed it in and out.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck it."
Her pussy muscles gripped the thrusting broom hand. How she hated this.
"Fuck it," he ordered, "fuck."
She twisted back and forth. She pushed up and down on it
"Yes, yes," he cried anxiously, "fuck. Fuck it."
Driving in deeply now he tortured her.
"You can fuck the broom for me," Omar told her. "I'm enjoying it."
He was naked himself. And reaching for his cock he jacked off with one hand while he pushed the vicious broom handle into her with the other.
Once she had juiced he surprised her. For he pulled the broom handle from her vagina and slipped it between her ass cheeks.
"Now the broom handle is lubricated. It will slip up your ass-hole."
It had been terrible enough to take the broom handle in her pussy. But having it glide up her ass-hole was a fate worse than death, she felt. The sharp jab of the broom handle shoving into her ass made her cringe.
"Stop it," she protested, "stop it."
At this point the man went on ramming. And then he released his grip on his cock. Pulling the slippery broom handle from her behind, he let it fall to the floor. Now Omar clasped her ass cheeks. Parting them he thrust forward. He jabbed his slippery, long cock between her buttocks. Without mercy he shoved it past her tight anal ring.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck, baby, now, fuck."
With a deep, penetrating cock jab he rammed it up her ass-hole. Jill loved the erotic sensation being generated.
"Ohhh," he gasped. "Fuck. Ohhh, baby, fuck it."
With determined, hard cock stabs he went on ramming. She seemed to be enjoying this enormously.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "fuck it. That's the way. Fuck it."
Omar gripped her buttocks tightly. He squeezed her ass cheeks now until they hurt. It was still sensitive flesh where the branding iron had been placed on her left buttock. Nevertheless, he didn't seem to care. When she flinched and cringed in pain, he only rutted up her ass-hole with more delight.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Grind your ass around. Prove what a good piece of ass you are."
Jill recognized as never before what terrible things some women had been forced to perform. Having been away from this kind of life, it all came as a sharp jolt to her. But the worse thing of all that tortured her mind was to think Mark would betray her confidence. He had actually been responsible for what was happening to her now. He had used her in every way. By telling her how much he loved her and giving her such a wonderful, sensuous time in bed he had obtained her trust and confidence. Now she wished that she had never met him. For it all had happened because she had listened to him.
Omar was rutting into her butt hard now.
"When I'm finished, fucker," he told her, "we'll let some others have a whack at your ass."
He continued thrusting deeply. Jill thought she would pass out. The pain was unbearable.
"Fuck it," he grunted as he went on stabbing into her. "Fuck it."
She felt herself sweating now. She cried out in pain and anguish.
"Stop it, you beast, stop it."
Her cries for mercy only whetted the sexual appetites of the Turk. His thick, rigid penis went on ramming hard into her.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he panted as he finished stabbing his cock right up her ass-hole.
The juices shot up her rectum. She twisted again.
"Leave me alone," she begged him. "Stop it."
As the beautiful young girl twisted her ass for the dark-skinned Turk with his hard, plunging penis, he obtained more pleasure from her body.
Jill was surprised at one point. For it seemed as if she was experiencing a thrill from what Omar was doing. This disgusted and repelled her.
No sooner had he finished than he pressed a buzzer. Soon a swarthy turbaned young Turk appeared.
"He works here," Omar told her. "Give him a good time."
It was terrifying now to look at this young, evil-eyed man. For he seemed as if the devil was shining through his glistening eyes.
"I want to whip your ass first," he told her, "then I will fuck it."
The dark-skinned young man stripped while Omar dressed. Omar left them alone now. Before the young Turk had finished undressing, he made sure the door was locked and bolted. "Why are you cringing?" he demanded. Jill looked away.
"You aren't afraid of me, are you?" he asked her curiously.
When she didn't look up at him he got the point.
"Yes, I guess you are," he told her, "and with good reason. Because I will give you a fuck you won't forget."
It tortured and tormented her to be spoken to like this. It was both degrading and despicable to be treated like an animal. Nevertheless, the dark-skinned Turk didn't care. He had only one thought in mine. His personal pleasure. And it delighted and excited him to see her cringe in fear as he lashed his belt across her bare body. He still kept his shorts on. Jill could see his bulging crotch as he stood there, whipping her behind.
"Now I will do you the honor of sticking cock in your ass," he told her.
Thrusting the belt aside swiftly, he got to his knees. Clasping her firm, round ass cheeks he prepared for the invasion of her behind. Slowly slipping his manhood between her creamy ass cheeks, he jabbed forward. In a terrible moment of pain as his penis head glided past her tight anal ring she accepted his cock.
"Fuck it," he panted as he pumped it in her, "fuck."
As if that wasn't enough, he had small needles in his hands. And he pressed these needles into her breasts as he fucked her.
"Twist your butt," the Turk begged the young girl. "Do as I tell you."
She accommodated him. It seemed as if he couldn't get enough of her. He wanted to penetrate her ass-hole deeper, even deeper.
"Fuck it," he whispered enticingly, "fuck it."
With hard, deep stabs he continued driving into her. Her body was quivering now.
"Yes," he told her excitedly, "that's what you do. Fuck it. Fuck."
She went on fucking as the needles tortured her breast flesh. She could see trickles of blood emanating from where the needle marks were.
When the young Turk went on thrusting, she twisted her ass quicker than ever. She hoped that this would bring an end to the terrible torture that he was subjecting her to.
Finally he got his gun off.
"Grab it with your ass," he told her. "That's it. Grab it."
She finished now. But it wasn't all over. He pulled his cock out of her ass-hole and roughed up her behind with the belt some more. Finally he left her.
Again Jill passed out. The next morning as light streaked through the Venetian blinds, he gradually woke up and remembered where she was. How she wished she could get out of this Turkish hell-hole.
As the day progressed, Omar came in and greeted her.
"We are having a party," he told her, "and we want you to entertain three guests."
She was disgusted and angered at the way he spoke with her. But he did bring in some beautiful material. A seamstress followed and told her she would have clothes prepared.
By sundown she was outfitted in a beautiful violet negligee. Apparently, she reasoned, some wealthy tourists were going to be in town.
Three Frenchmen entered her room around nine o'clock. She had been properly coached in how to act. She was to say nothing but lie there on the bed in her violet-colored, filmy, silk negligee.
As the three Frenchmen came closer, they carried their glasses with them and were obviously quite drunk. They each eyed her and then they reasoned what they could do.
"Beautiful," one Frenchman smiled at her. "I want to stick my penis in her mouth. I want to watch her sucking me."
The other Frenchmen went over and stroked her buttocks.
"Beautiful shape," one of the men grinned. "And I'll know exactly what to do here."
The third Frenchman looked at her pussy.
"I want to screw it," he grinned. "Yes, we all can have her. Let's undress."
Saying no more, all three of the Frenchmen stripped. To be accosted by three men at the same time had her worried and fearful. She tried her best to remain calm.
"What a beautiful body," the first man observed as he watched her stand and let her filmy negligee fall to the floor.
Jill felt she might as well play along with him. She was given better food and living quarters now than she'd had in prison. At least things were getting better. Maybe somehow she could manage an escape. Hope was flickering dim within her being, but it hadn't been extinguished completely.
The lusty, dark-skinned, young Frenchman who wanted to fuck her face got on the bed. He straddled her and suggested she could lick his legs.
"Yes," she nodded and smiled as best she could, trying not to reveal the inner turmoil and pain she was experiencing.
Clasping his thick thighs she let her tongue slide along them. Then she worked her way right to his ass crack.
"Very good," he exclaimed. "Go right in there. Eat my ass-hole."
Even though it was a terrifying experience for her, she let her tongue flip along his ass crack. Smoothly she swung back and forth on his ass-hole. Finally her tongue surged right up his rectum.
"Eat my ass," he told her excitedly. "Go ahead. Lick it."
Jill stiffened her tongue and plunged it right up his rectum. He was completely turned on now.
"Ohhh, wow!" he told her. "That feels good. Eat it out."
Seeing how willingly she was cooperating with the three of them in performing bizarre sex acts, the other men were anxious to get going, too.
One got behind her. Spitting into his hand he applied his spit to his cock. Suddenly he jabbed it right between her curving ass cheeks. The other man got in front of her. He gripped her breasts and then reached down to grasp her hips so he could guide his big penis into her pussy. Plunging forward now, he drove it deeply.
"Ohhh," he grunted as he drove in steady, hard motions."
She felt a twinge of pain sear her body. But she couldn't let anything stop her now. She had to do her thing.
"Ohhh," she groaned in despair, "stop it. I can't stand it."
This only whetted the appetites of the three of them. The man who was getting his ass sucked was eager now to let his penis slip in her mouth.
"Take your tongue out of my ass," he said in a cruel, mean vocie, "and lick my cock"
Slipping her tongue from his tight anal opening, she flipped it back and forth across his hairy balls. Finally she licked along his shaft until she capped his cock with her mouth.
"Suck my cock," he told her. "Suck it. Go ahead, suck my cock off."
Her mouth worked vigorously on his penis. She was sucking smoothly.
"That's what I want you to do," he told her. "Suck my cock it off. Suck it."
Her hot mouth worked on his penis. She was eager to supply him with every thrill she could.
"Eat me," he begged her anxiously. "Suck it off. Now you're doing it. Suck it off."
Hungrily she worked her mouth back and forth on his penis. Roughly he rammed it down her throat.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Now you're doing it. Suck it off."
At the same moment the man behind her was driving his penis in her ass-hole. Her buttocks twitched as she felt the terrible pain of his penetrating penis stabbing her without mercy.
"Fuck," he gasped as he rutted into her with hot, driving cock stabs. "Fuck it. Now, now, that's how I want it. Fuck it."
He continued driving into her deeply. She hated what he was doing but she wanted to give him every opportunity to get it off. For the faster he got his rocks off, the quicker she could end this nightmare of three-way sex.
The man who was sliding it into her pussy had the pleasure of using her breasts for his chest. He liked to crush her ripe, young breasts against his hairy, strong chest. Pressing down hard on her soft breast flesh, he would ram his cock into her without mercy. The two men who were stabbing into her ass-hole and her pussy could pick up the rhythm of each other. For the flesh that separated their plunging penises was thin.
"You're really enjoying it," the Frenchman screwing her ass-hole smiled as he looked at the man driving it in her pussy.
His fellow Frenchman only nodded and went on fucking furiously. Soon the man who was slipping it into her mouth was dripping. Jill knew that it wouldn't be much longer until he exploded. Gripping her head he held her tightly.
"Suck me," he whispered anxiously, "suck me. Go ahead, suck me cock off."
Her hot mouth movements on his throbbing penis thrilled him. He loved it most of all when she would massage his balls. She liked the sensation of his finger slipping up his ass crack.
"That's how," he panted as he went on driving into her mouth, slipping down her throat.
It was amazing to her that she could derive pleasure from this performance. Yet she was. Having it all come together like this added fire to her own fuck. Quickly Jill picked up the pace of the two men sliding into her pussy and her ass-hole. Her pussy muscles clasped one throbbing cock while her ass muscles gripped the other. And at the same time she knew she would be fed shortly. For the man who was driving his cock in her mouth was about to unload.
"Ohhh," he gasped as he rutted into her hard, "come on, baby. Suck me off."
The three Frenchmen enjoyed getting together for a free-for-all fuck. They liked to screw without inhibitions. They wanted to try everything, and do anything. That was why they always enjoyed a business trip to Istanbul.
CHAPTER FIVE
The man who was ramming it down her throat enjoyed the sight of her full, red lips clasping his firm penis. He liked to see his twitching balls slipping outside her lips as his cock slid in all the way.
"I wish your mouth was bigger," he grinned. "I could let you suck my balls at the same time."
Now Jill's hot hands were clasping his bare ass cheeks. She was squeezing his buttocks, teasing, pleasing and stimulating in any way she knew how.
"Ohhh," he gasped as he went on fucking, "that's how. Now you're doing it. Fuck it. Fuck baby, fuck."
With deliberate, hard stabs he was thrilling and stimulating her.
"Yes, yes," he urged her, "that's the way to do it."
The electric thrills shooting through his body carried him to climax. His hot, white cum exploded in her mouth. As she sucked the delicious, creamy, thick cum from his cock she also felt the other two men increasing the tempo of their cock stabs. Apparently they had become excited watching.
"Ohhh," the man who was stabbing her ass with his cock panted as he finished shoving. "I'm cuming. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Her hot, tight ass muscles seized his cock. She twisted and pleased him.
"I'm shooting," he gasped as he shot up her ass-hole. "Fuck it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
She enjoyed the accompanying sensation of the man who was riding into her pussy exploding. His hot load shot in her pussy."
"Ohhh," she groaned in delight as she felt herself getting it from the front and from behind.
When they had finished screwing her they all pulled away. First the man who had slid it into her mouth withdrew his cock from her lips. The man who had been slipping it up her ass-hole pulled out and the man gliding in her pussy pulled away.
Once they had left the room, Jill felt alone and vacant. To her amazement she had started to enjoy all of this erotic action.
Omar came in shortly after that and congratulated her.
"I am pleased to tell you," he smiled, his eyes growing wide with delight, "that the men enjoyed sex with you. They paid very well."
Now young Jill thought she was in a better bargaining position.
"Can I buy my freedom?" she asked him.
The expression on Omar's face indicated just how outraged he was at such a suggestion.
"Are you out of your mind?" he demanded. "We never allow such a thing. You are here to stay."
Glaring up at him Jill left no doubt in his mind how disgusted she was. Omar immediately figured he would say something that would please her.
"You are going to have the finest of food and the best of clothes," he told her. "And you will be able to walk in our gardens. Have you ever been there?"
She knew that he knew she hadn't. However, she replied quietly, "No, Omar. That would be so nice."
The following day she was escorted by the young Turk who had given her such a rough time with his belt lashing her bare behind. He took her to the garden and she couldn't help admire the beautiful flowers. She could see the blue sea in the distance and how she wished that she could be on a great ship taking her away from Turkey forever.
She tried to bribe the young Turk with sex.
"I would do anything for you if you would help me get my freedom."
The young Turk turned to her and laughed.
"You will do my bidding any time I ask you to," he said, his steely black eyes indicating to her that he could not be hoodwinked so easily.
She looked at the gun in his holster. And she recognized that he was prepared for any emergency.
"It is lovely out here," she observed. "It would be interesting to be alone in the dark with a man here at night."
The young Turk shook his head.
"Omar approved everything," he told her, "and he is my boss."
"Don't you ever get tired of taking orders from him?" she asked, trying to create a rift between the two men.
"He pays me handsomely," the young Turk snapped. "Quit trying to force me to tell Omar you are attempting to bribe me with sex."
Catching her breath now, Jill never said another word. It was painfully clear to her that she had no chance to do anything with him. For he was not about to betray his master.
That evening the young Turk paid her a visit.
"I just thought I would drop by so you wouldn't be lonely," he told her.
Jill still had some hopes that she could obtain his services in escaping.
"That's nice of you," she told him.
The Turk started stripping. He took off everything except his turban and his gun holster.
"Don't you ever pull that off?" she asked him.
"It sure comes in handy," he smiled as he walked over toward the bed.
As he put the gun to her head he smiled.
"I want you to pull on my cock. Go ahead."
Jill was nervous and trembling.
"It would make things a lot easier for me if you'd take that gun away from my head," she told him bluntly.
Shaking his head, he told her how much he enjoyed doing it this way. Recognizing he obviously was a terrible sadist, she felt she had no alternative. Sitting on the edge of the bed she pulled on his rigid, long penis. She could see the meaty head of it becoming harder as her hand strokes increased the tempo.
"Very good," he told her. "Now I want you to suck this."
Taking the gun away from her right temple, he placed it in front of her mouth. She was so stunned that she was numb. She couldn't think of anything to say.
"I told you to open your mouth," he commanded.
Finally her mouth opened. He eased the gun into her mouth. She sucked on the gun.
"Suck me," he commanded her. "Suck me."
She was sucking hungrily now. It was a strange, erotic sight he was beholding. Nevertheless, he was enjoying it
"Suck it," he told her. "Suck my gun."
To her surprise, she saw him reach for his cock. He jacked off while he forced her to give his gun a blow job.
"That will teach you humility," he told her. "Now grab my cock and blow me," the young Turk smiled.
Taking his long penis in her hand, she started slowly sucking. She massaged his balls lovingly. "That's great," he told her. "If s gonna be feeding time soon. Just keep sucking."
Jill went on sucking the meaty head of his hard shaft. His cock quivered and his balls trembled as he continued. She was so aroused at this point that he knew it wouldn't be much longer until he was cuming.
"Eat me," he begged her. "Suck my cock. Suck it off."
Reaching out he gripped her head. He held her while she sucked. Jill frankly enjoyed this. She liked his hot, creamy cum load. She was eager to suck and swallow his sperm.
"Eat it," he told her. "Suck it off. Suck my pecker."
The plunging penis glided down her throat. She felt her mouth and throat engulfed with his cock. Jill wondered how much more of this she could take.
"Now, now," he cried anxiously, "suck off. Suck off!"
His throbbing male member exploded. She swallowed his juicy, thick cum load. It tasted sweet and delicious to her.
"Ohh," he grunted as he felt her sucking his manhood.
Pulling off his cock she felt satisfied.
"You like to suck cock?" the young Turk grinned.
She nodded.
"I like to fuck ass," he told her, glancing at his stillerect male member.
He explained what he expected her to do.
"The mirror over there," the nearly naked young Turk pointed, "that's where I want to screw your ass-hole."
Going over to the mirror she bent over. Her curving ass cheeks were upraised to meet his huge spear-like penis. The Turk gripped her bare buttocks. He squeezed her ass cheeks and then ran his cock up her rectum.
"Fuck," he exclaimed in a mean voice, "fuck it."
She felt him plunging forward with his hard cock. It seemed as though he was having difficulty in getting it into her. Pulling his cock from between her bare butt cheeks, he then inserted the nuzzle of his gun. As she felt the head of the gun slip between her ass cheeks, she trembled.
"Relax," he told her. "I am going to fuck you now."
Plunging the gun up her ass-hole he fucked her. Jill wiggled on his gun butt.
"Fuck it," he ordered. "Fuck it!"
The deep, hard cock stabs continued. She twisted around.
"Now, now," he told her excitedly, "fuck it. Then he hit upon another idea. As his thick, long penis rammed up her ass-hole, he gripped the gun and reached around in front of her. Inserting the head of the gun in her pussy hole, he pumped her with it. This did seem awful to have the cold, steel head of the gun driving into her pussy while his cock was ramming mercilessly up her hot, tight ass-hole.
"Fuck it," he whispered enticingly, "fuck it for me."
She wondered if the gun was loaded. She hoped that it wasn't.
"Tell me," she asked him nervously as she kept her ass twisting, "is that pistol in my pussy loaded?"
"You bet your fucking ass it is," the Turk gasped as he went on rutting into her ass-hole.
She had heard plenty about how cruel the Turks could be. Now she was learning firsthand. And it was not very pleasant.
"Fuck it," he gasped as he went on screwing her ass. "Fuck it."
When his hands touched her where the branding iron had seared her tender flesh, it hurt like the devil. She wished he would lay off her.
"Stop it, damn it," she complained, her voice trembling with emotion.
But he didn't stop. He went right on screwing her hot, tight, twisting ass. In a final deep, plunging, penetrating cock stab, he finished her, "fuck it.
Fuck it."
Pulling off him she was relieved. At last the gun was pulled from her pussy.
Jill went over to the bed and collapsed. Immediately he came over to her.
"You had better pull yourself together because we're gonna have some business for you. A very wealthy man is coming here tonight. A man from Baglidad."
She looked at him without emotion.
"They all become a blur. What difference does it make? I wish you could give me the gun and let me kill myself."
The Turk smiled at her.
"We wouldn't let you exit that easily," he said.
Now he was dressing. When he had left her alone she took a shower. She wanted to get her circulation going and relax. If she had to continue with more sex she wanted to feel up to it.
Around nine-thirty, Omar entered.
"You will be having company," he told her. "A visitor from Baglidad."
A little time later a very fat, heavy-set man entered the room. He looked as though he was a wealthy man. She noticed that his fingers were covered with rings.
"Ahhh," he smiled as he looked at her, "a lovely young lady. Ahhh, I can hardly wait to meet her. Let me see her naked."
Omar motioned for Jill to take off everything. The young girl accommodated him. As she slipped out of her sheer garments she stood there in all of her naked splendor.
"She's like a statue," the man from Baglidad grinned. "I want to worship her beauty."
Omar dismissed himself. The man from Baglidad locked the door. Then he undressed. As he looked at her, his mouth seemed to water. Coming closer to her he patted her buttocks.
"I see the brand of Omar on your behind," he told her. "I wish I could buy you for my harem. But Omar is asking too much for your body."
Jill wished she could go anywhere but stay here. Istanbul had become synonymous with hell to her. Perhaps Baglidad would be better.
"I am eager to serve you," she said, playing it as cool as she knew how.
The small man from Baglidad with the black, beady eyes glistening at her crotch, got to his knees. First he placed a pillow beneath his knees so he would enjoy his moment of sex. Clasping her round ass cheeks he cupped his hands over them. Then he brought his tongue to her slit. But before he ate her he withdrew his hands from her buttocks and gently pried her pussy lips apart. Gazing fondly at her moist, pink flesh he finally dipped his tongue inside.
"Ohhh, how beautiful," he told her. "The food of the gods."
Letting his tongue slip into her glistening, moist; pink pussy he started quickly licking and sucking on her. She thrilled to the delightful, erotic sensation that was being generated in her crotch.
"Yes, yes," she panted as she pushed toward him.
His hot tongue flicked inside of her. She wiggled as he tongue fucked her. Once more his hands reached for her curving buttocks. He squeezed her ass cheeks now. He got his nose, his teeth and his tongue in there and was licking in quick, darting movements.
"Suck me," she begged him feverishly, "suck me. Yes, yes, suck me."
His hot tongue swung into action. Grasping her firmly now, he flipped inside. She felt her body shivering with emotion as he tongue fucked her box.
Suddenly she was juicing. His hot tongue swept around inside of her, enjoying her. He sniffed and licked and sucked, making loud noises all the while. Even though he was an offensive, repulsive little man, Jill had to admit that he did know how to use his tongue in her slit.
When he pulled his tongue from her pussy, he got to his feet. He started undressing.
"I have a little difficulty getting my cock in," he told her, patting his belly affectionately. "I use the chair in the corner."
The plush velvet chair sitting in front of the mirror would service him, he knew. Naked now he walked over to the corner, his thick penis swinging between his legs.
"Kneel before me," he suggested, "and worship my penis."
CHAPTER SIX
Even though she couldn't stand the idea of being made to worship his cock, Jill knew she was trapped. Crawling across the room as he ordered her to, she finally knelt between his legs. Reaching for his hard penis she started licking the tip of it like a lollipop.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Keep licking my prick."
Her head bobbed up and down on the length of his cock. The man from Baglidad reached out. He gripped her firmly as he went on thrusting. She could feel the head of his meaty shaft gliding across the back of her throat. Having given so many blow jobs, Jill had become expert at performing the act. She knew the importance of using her finger tips to massage the balls. She recognized how vital it was to vary the tempo of the cock suck. She slowed the tempo of her mouth movements and alternately would speed up. This seemed to get him more agitated and excited every second. The man from Baglidad liked to run his fingers through her soft, brown hair as she sucked slowly.
"It is time to feed you," he smiled as he felt her sucking the cream right out of the tip of his cock.
Jill sucked smoothly. She made it a point not to suck too hard or too long. When she had finished completing the act of oral sex she slid her mouth off his rigid penis. Now he wanted her to sit on his cock.
"I don't know how to do this," the young girl apologized.
Keeping her composure, the man from Baglidad grinned at her.
"Young lady," he told her, "I will teach you. All you have to do is listen to me."
Jill wasn't so certain that she would perform adequately. Nevertheless, she wanted to do her best to accommodate him.
Now he told her exactly what he expected.
"Put your legs around my waist. Then slide up and down on my cock."
Throwing one leg over his waist, she gripped his long penis. She eased it down over his shaft. Her pussy muscles tightened as they fucked together.
"Fuck," he commanded, "fuck it."
His throbbing male member jabbed into the sensitive young girl flesh. Her pussy muscles had been well exercised. The man from Baglidad could tell that by the way she clasped his thrusting, sliding male member.
"Fuck me," he begged anxiously, "fuck me."
She continued pumping up and down on his manhood. He got more aroused and stimulated every throbbing moment.
"I like to play with your tits when I fuck you. I like to be in this position as I can see your face."
He insisted she open her mouth. He loved the sight of her beautiful, sensuous, full lips. He liked to see her pearl-white teeth. And then as he would see her open mouth he could imagine himself shoving his meat inside of her. All the while this was happening his hands kept busy reaching for her bosoms. He pinched her nipples and fucked her pussy as he dreamt of the magnificence of her mouth.
"Give me a good fuck," he ordered. "Fuck me. Fuck me."
He rode into her with hard, penetrating stabs.
"Ohhh," he grunted as he fucked her furiously, "fuck it. Fuck. Fuck!"
She was riding his cock. Her tits jiggled up and down as he plunged into her.
"Yes, yes," he cried out in ecstasy as he felt her milking his shaft. His hot cock exploded. "Ohhh," he groaned as he crushed her bosoms against his chest and pressed his lips against her mouth.
Once she got off him she casually strode back to the bed. He enjoyed the sight of her behind.
"I want the young Turk to come in here," he told her.
He went to the door and called for Omar. He told Omar what he would like and Omar immediately motioned for the young Turk to join them.
Now the Turk was prepared. He was eager to demonstrate his skill. The young Turk tied Jill down. As she lay face down on the bed with her wrists and ankles tied securely, the man from Baglidad decided to get his kicks.
"I enjoy smoking," he smiled, "and I like best of all to press the cigarette butt on a girl's ass to put it out."
She thought she had experienced every kind of torture that she possibly could. But now she was introduced to a new kind of pain. When the man from Baglidad finished his cigarette, he snuffed it out on her naked ass cheek. She winced in pain.
"Stop it," Jill begged. "Stop it!"
At that point the man from Baglidad asked for a dildo.
"I want to ride her ass," he told the Turk.
His cock was limp. But he strapped on a dildo. Naked now he rode her tortured ass. Sending the long, plastic penis up her rectum with a savage stab, he fucked vigorously.
"It sure feels good," he panted as he pumped it in her. "Fuck it. Fuck."
She kept her tail twisting, hoping that she could satisfy him. But it was not an easy thing to do. For he insisted that the young Turk burn her breast flesh with cigarettes. While the man from Baglidad rode Jill's ass with the dildo strapped onto himself, he watched as the young Turk lit cigarettes and burned her bosoms. Crying out in pain only brought him more pleasure.
"You're enjoying this," he exclaimed. "Twist for me. That's it. You are getting a big, long cock. You should be grateful."
His sadistic comments only increased her hurt. How she wished she could lash out at him. Never before in her life had she ever thought of killing anybody. But now she knew she would if she had the opportunity.
"You're not moving your ass at all," the man from Baglidad complained.
He pulled up from her. At that point he insisted the young Turk put a cigarette on her behind.
"I want to watch her ass wiggle when that live cigarette burns her butt.
He was laughing drunkenly now, slurring his words as he watched the Turk press the lit cigarette on her bare ass flesh.
"Stop it, stop," Jill begged, "don't do it. Stop it."
None of her pleas produced any results. They were bound and determined to do what they wanted to.
"You're killing me," she complained. "Stop it."
It was true, the terrible searing pain from the burning cigarette did cause her to twist and turn her ass around. As she speeded up her ass movements, the m"an from Baglidad smiled.
"What a cute ass," he observed. "Look at her wiggle. I wish I could afford her in my harem. Omar must sell her to me at a discount. I will speak to him tonight."
At this point she looked up and was startled to see that the young Turk had an erection. He had unzipped his fly and was jerking on his cock as he watched the ugly scene. Apparently he was so warped and twisted that he could find pleasure in her pain.
"Why don't you get on top of her," the man from Baglidad grinned accommodatingly, "and fuck her ass-hole? She would probably enjoy having your cock slipping in her ass."
Withdrawing his dildo from her tortured rectum, the man from Baglidad sat on the edge of the bed and watched. The Turk pulled down his pants and shorts. Gripping her buttocks now he prepared for the invasion of her ass-hole.
"You are going to get fucked and fucked royal," he told her.
Sure enough, he had a giant hard-on. He was ready to ram it. The man from Baglidad seemed delighted.
"I always enjoy seeing beautiful sex," he grimaced, "and this is beautiful."
As the insistent, jabbing, stabbing penis plunged without mercy in her tight anal channel, she thought of the words she had heard as a child that beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Certainly the beholder from Baglidad was confused and mentally sick. But she had to quickly twist her butt and forget about all this. For that would be the only way that she could bring an end to her misery.
"Fuck it," the young Turk grunted as he drove his penis furiously up her ass-hole.
Without a sound of complaint Jill twisted and turned. The man from Baglidad using his lit cigarettes to torture her ass flesh caused her to swing ever quicker. The Turk pretended that nothing out of the ordinary was happening. He went right on ramming his big pecker up her ass-hole, enjoying every lusty moment.
"She sure knows how to twist her tail," he observed.
When he finally did get his rocks off, he penetrated her rectum farther than he ever had before. She let out a small moan of pain.
"Ohhh, it feels so good," he grunted.
Withdrawing his thick penis from her ass-hole, he looked up.
"Well, we had a nice time," he observed. "We enjoyed it."
Nothing could have been farther from the truth. It had been a terrifying experience for her. However, it wasn't over. For the man from Baglidad had another idea.
"There is nothing more beautiful," he said seriously, "than two gorgeous women having sex together. Bring in another beauty. Let them fuck before my eyes."
The young Turk dressed and exited. When he reentered he came with a beautiful Turkish woman.
"Wouldn't it be nice to see them making love?" he smiled and nodded at the man from Baglidad.
He nodded in agreement.
"Be quick about it," he told them. "I want to jack-off while I'm watching you two have sex."
The lovely girl from Turkey seemed truly sensitive and sweet that it was difficult for Jill to imagine her being a wild sexual partner. Once she had removed her clothes, however, she demonstrated that she could be quite a swinger.
"I want you to fuck," she told her, "and fuck good."
Immediately she took the dildo that the man from Baglidad handed her. She strapped it onto herself. Going over to the bed she straddled the young woman. Jill straightened up and watched her.
"Go ahead and fuck me," she told her.
Pleased that the cooperation was evident, she immediately jabbed her dildo into Jill's pussy. Jill grasped it firmly. Her pussy muscles held the sliding, jabbing cock.
"Fuck it," the girl panted as she pumped and pushed forward, "fuck it."
She drove the dildo deep into her. She enjoyed the erotic sensation that was being generated in her.
"Yes, yes," the Turkish girl gasped as she fucked furiously, "fuck it."
It was amazing to Jill how smoothly she screwed her. To her surprise and delight it felt good. The Turkish girl brushed her dark-skinned breasts across Jill's bosoms. Their nipples were equally stimulated. For Jill's red nipples were erect now and so were the other woman's. It felt fantastic to have that big plastic cock riding into her rhythmically. She could do it a lot better than the man had done. She was grateful for that.
"Look at them go," the man from Baglidad grinned.
Taking a small whip he went over to where the Turkish woman was fucking the other woman. Using the whip he brought it down hard over her behind.
"Ride her faster," he demanded. "Do as I tell you." The Turkish woman jabbed the dildo into the other woman at a speedier tempo now. She was following his instructions.
"Maybe I should use my cigarette on her behind, too," he smiled and winked at the young Turk.
It was evident to Jill that he had no feelings whatsoever for her plight. He only thought of his own erotic pleasure. And he was obviously determined to derive every measure of pleasure that he could from her body.
"Fuck it," he grinned as he went on slamming away. "Fuck it."
Sure enough, the woman was speeding up the tempo. Jill grabbed at her eagerly and then the woman bent over and pressed her lips against hers. Jill would have thought this was sick and terrifying, except under such strange circumstances as she was experiencing now. At this point it somehow felt good.
"Fuck me," she told her, "fuck me."
The delicious, erotic excitement had her trembling. Locking her legs around the other woman she pumped forward. And then the women juiced together. The man from Baglidad smiled his approval. He dropped the whip and applauded.
"A wonderful performance. You have trained the girls very well here."
Jill could have killed him. What an evil, foul monster, she thought to herself. He cared so little about anyone's feelings but his own. It was a pity she didn't have an opportunity to hire someone to wipe him out.
Then she pulled back. Had they turned her into a monster, too? She had never permitted herself to hate before. Trying to erase the hate that was forming within her now, she attempted to rationalize. But it wasn't easy. For she was in dire circumstances and she was well aware of her dangerous situation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Omar came in the following day and seemed very happy. This was always a cause for Jill to feel fearful. For when Omar was happy, she was certain that he had something terrifying in mind.
"Young lady," he smiled, "I have a gift for you."
He had a small suitcase with him and Jill thought perhaps he was going to give her her freedom.
"What is it," she asked Omar breathlessly.
Omar shook his head.
"You must close your eyes first. Then you will find out what my secret surprise is."
Closing her eyes, Jill forced a smile on her face. Perhaps the nightmare would soon be over.
"All right," Omar told her after he had opened up the suitcase for her inspection, "open your eyes wide and see what I have for you."
Jill let out a blood-curdling shriek. For there staring at her was the hideous form of a snake.
"Oh, what have you got?" she asked, getting to her feet and putting her hands protectively over herself. "What have you got there?"
Omar shook his head.
"This is a defanged snake. He won't hurt you," Omar tried to settle her nerves.
"Get him out of here," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. "Get that damned, fucking snake out of here."
Omar threw his head back and laughed raucously.
"You said it," he nodded. "It is a fucking snake. And that's what you are going to do. We're having a special orgy next Saturday night for the oil sheiks. And we want you to be in the limelight. You will perform with this wonderful snake. Why don't you talk to him?"
Glaring angrily at him Jill summoned all of her strength and wit and sarcasm.
"We haven't been formally introduced. How can you talk to someone if you don't know his name?"
Omar laughed till his sides hurt.
"All right," he told her, "his name is Turhan."
Grasping Turhan, the defanged snake, in his hands, Omar looked at Jill.
"Turhan has told me he wants to see you naked. He always-likes his women naked before he fucks them."
At last Jill realized she could hold back no longer. All of the burning rage that had boiled within her body was surfacing in this split second of anguish.
"I can't stand it," she exclaimed. "Please, don't force me. I can't stand it."
He laughed now.
"Yes, you can," he assured her. "No problem."
Going to the door, he buzzed for the young Turk to enter. When the young Turk entered he was laughing, too.
"You've introduced her to Turhan," he laughed. "Now, young lady, we will help you. Perhaps for your first sexual session with him you should be tied down. That might make it easier."
It was obvious that none of them had any regard for her feelings. They wanted to exploit her, to drain her of every kind of emotion and sensitive feeling that she possessed. The terror that she felt in her heart was only increased by the rage that she felt within her being. Every ounce of anger that she had ever known surfaced now.
"You'll have to kill me before I'll fuck that snake. Go ahead. Kill me. I'd rather die than have sex with that snake."
Omar narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
"Get on the bed," he ordered her, "and do as I tell you."
She was horrified. She knew all too well what was expected of her. Getting on the bed she lay on her back. The thought of having sex with the snake tormented her to the point where she defied them both. She got up off the bed and ran for the door. Immediately the young, husky Turk followed her.
"Where are you going?" he asked her bluntly.
She looked back at him. The anger and fear that she felt now had her furious.
"I guess I'm not going anywhere. Now leave me alone."
He wouldn't leave her alone. He was determined he was going to do as he would. Grabbing her he roughly pulled her back to the bed.
"It is better to obey," Omar warned her as he held the snake in one hand.
The wiggling snake only frightened her all the more. Once she was forced down on the bed the Turk wasted no time. He pinned her arms down with his knees as he knelt over her, straddling her. Then bending over her body he fastened first her ankles. Moving up to her wrists he fastened her completely. Naked now she lay on her back.
"I will open her pussy," the Turk smiled. "That is, after Turhan has eased down to her pussy."
Omar came over and dropped the snake on her breasts. The terrible, slippery, slimy feeling of the snake creeping around her naked bosoms caused her to cry out in pain and anguish once more.
"Damn you, fiends," she complained.
Neither Omar nor the young Turk paid any attention to her. Instead they seemed to obtain a sadistic kind of warped delight from watching the snake slide over the surface of her naked body.
"Ohhh, that's awful," she complained. "That's terrible."
She was trembling with fear now. And then the snake slithered down to her crotch. Omar laughed as he put his fat fingers on her pussy and pulled her vagina apart. The snake slithered in.
"He-likes to lick pussy," the young Turk nodded.
"See, he's gone for your snatch. Let him lick it."
Jill trembled. She was fearful now as she had never been before. How much more of this terrible, evil cruelty could she tolerate?
"Ohhh, damn you," she complained, "I'll make you pay for this. If I live to get out of here, so help me, you'll all pay."
Omar opened his eyes wide and laughed.
"Whatever makes you think you are going to live to get out of here?" he questioned her.
She was outraged by the way he was acting. And now that the snake had slithered in her, she felt its slimy body and twisted and turned in despair.
"Ohhh, I wish you'd stop this," she begged. "I wish you'd stop it."
They never stopped anything. The snake continued slithering in and out of her vagina.
"Push up," Omar told her. "Give the snake a good screw. You owe it to him."
The Turk nodded and agreed.
"A snake has to get his fucks, too," he told her. "You don't have anything against snakes, do you?"
There were no words that she could find to express the hostility and rage she felt now. Nevertheless, with their prompting she pumped her pelvis forward. The snake was getting his fuck.
"Now this is what you will be doing Saturday night," Omar told her, "but we want it to come off smoothly, without a hitch. You must listen to us so you can do your thing."
Finally the snake was pulled away from her. Omar put the snake back in the suitcase and left her alone with the Turk. The Turk looked at her and laughed.
"Did you enjoy that?"
She didn't give him the courtesy of a reply.
"You aren't in a good mood," he told Jill. "I think it would be wonderful if you would lick my ass now. That should make you feel better."
Straddling her he smiled. He still had his pants on.
"Lick my pants," he told her, "and then I will let you lick my ass."
She licked his pants. And he seemed to obtain delight in this. Then pulling off her he stripped. That is, except for his turban and his holster with his gun. Then he got back on the bed. Lowering his naked buttocks over her face, he forced her to lick and suck on his ass-hole.
"Slide your tongue in there," he told her. "Flip it in. Do it good. Do as I tell you."
She hated accommodating his request. But she felt she'd better do it.
"Lick my ass-hole," he demanded. "Flick your tongue in there and lick."
Tied down like this she was eager to do anything she could to satisfy him. Her only chance at escape was to win favor. And if that required licking on his tight anus, she had to do it. Her stiffened tongue stabbed his rectum. The young Turk was certain that he detected she was doing it with feeling. This pleased him.
"Oh, now," he told her, "lick my balls. Open your mouth so you can suck them inside."
She opened her mouth. His balls swung inside. Hungrily she licked and lapped at them.
"Yes," he smiled at her, "lick them good."
Hungrily she went on nursing his balls. When she finally did let them slip from her mouth her tongue rode up his penis shaft.
"Eat it like candy," he told her. "Suck on it. Imagine if s a lollipop. Suck on it like that."
The Turk grinned. He felt all powerful. With his gun at his side and his penis aimed for her mouth he was jabbing it in her with hard, deep stabs. He was enjoying this immensely.
"Suck my cock," he told her. "I want to feed you my cum load."
Jill's lips fastened around the head of his slippery shaft. She sucked hard now. She hoped that he would spurt his sperm in her mouth. She wanted to eat his cum.
"Eat it," he commanded. "Suck. Suck it."
The delicious pleasure that she was deriving from eating his cock excited her. She continued sucking on his throbbing male member, devouring every delicious drop of him.
"Eat it," he ordered her. "Suck off."
His sweaty, throbbing balls told him he was almost ready to shoot. All at once his big, juicy prick exploded in her thrilling, sucking mouth.
"Eat it," he begged her. "Suck off."
His hot juicy cum load shot down her throat. Joyfully she gulped.
"Ohhh," he grunted as he felt her sucking him in.
Pulling his penis from her mouth he got off the bed. He unfastened her. Then in a rare moment of feeling he lay down beside her. When he wrapped his arms around her Jill felt as though she had achieved a small personal triumph. Perhaps he wasn't as tough as he was always pretending to be. Maybe he did have another side to him. She was hoping so anyway. She was hating to think of him as being such a monster.
Reach down and play with me," he told her. "Go ahead, grab it."
Reaching down between his legs she gripped his thick, long penis. He thrilled to the erotic sensation of her hand grasping at his manhood.
"Massage it," he told her. "That's how. Do it."
She kept on playing with him.
"Yes," he told her, "that's how. Keep it up."
She continued massaging his manhood. This got him more aroused than ever.
"Yes," he begged her, "go ahead. Play with me."
When she had finished stimulating him again, he knew what he wanted her to do.
"You get on top," he suggested. "I want you to ride my penis."
Lying back now he watched while Jill straddled him. Reaching out she gripped his manhood. She eased it to her pussy. Gently sliding down over his shaft, she began fucking. He enjoyed the way she was pumping her womanhood. Her pussy muscles clasped his sliding, driving tool.
"Fuck it," he begged her anxiously, "fuck it. That's how. Fuck it."
She obeyed his hot, erotic commands. She pushed hard on him. She thrilled to the stimulating sensation of his penis jabbing into her.
"Yes, yes," he cried earnestly, "keep fucking me."
Her head bobbed up and down as she rode the young Turk's rock-hard cock. Reaching up he gripped her bosoms. Then taking his pistol from his holster he pointed his gun at her tits. He flicked his pistol butt over her nipples.
"Don't do that," Jill told him. "It makes me nervous."
"I like to keep you on edge," he confessed.
What a sadistic freak, she thought to herself. It was apparent to her that he was never satisfied unless he was causing her trouble.
"It helps you keep your ass moving better," he grinned.
He knew how to get to her. He knew how to get her so uptight and angry she would have enjoyed killing him. And when it was obvious from the fire in her eyes how she hated him at she got all revved up with rage that he derived his enormous pleasure from her pulsating body. Jill was sweating now as she continued passionately pumping up and down on his throbbing manhood.
"Fuck me," he urged her. "Yes, yes."
He was fucking her now with deep jabs. Her vagina muscles clasped his sliding cock.
"Ohhh," he grunted as he continued driving in.
"Fuck off. I'm cuming."
The hot explosion in her pussy felt good. She enjoyed it so much she juiced a second later. It was easy sliding now in her well-lubricated pussy hole.
"Ohhh, yes," he told her, "fuck it. Fuck."
He continued riding her until he'd finished unloading and exploding. Then he withdrew. As Jill got to her feet and walked away, he smiled at her.
"You have gotten better, young lady. I really enjoy screwing you."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jill had thought there would be a letup. But there wasn't. When Saturday night came, sure enough, Omar kept his word. A beautiful bed was placed in the center of a step-down, oriental type living room. Blue spot lights were focused on the bed. Jill was led there blindfolded. It gave her a terrifying feeling not to even know where she was going.
When she lay down, the music began. And then that terrifying snake was placed on her crotch. She thought she would go out of her mind as the snake slithered down her body. It flipped back and forth across her bare bosoms. It worked its way down to her vagina. And then it slid into her pussy. Appropriately enough, Omar had instructed the young Turk to tie her down. She couldn't move as the snake screwed her. The naked men who were watching were surrounded by beautiful young girls. The girls were no more than sex slaves. And they were servicing their masters. Every girl's head was bowed over a man's crotch as she serviced him with her mouth.
As the music played and finally the young Turk pulled the blindfold off her eyes she could see the horrible things that were happening. It made her sick to watch. There they were like a bunch of animals in heat. The naked girls crouching over the men's spread legs. And Omar loved it.
"And now," he smiled as he came onto the scene, "we will have the ass-sucking ceremonies."
Immediately the young girls pulled their hot, licking mouths off the men's cocks. The men instantly rolled over. It was obvious they had come to this orgy before.
"And now, young ladies." Omar declared in a loud, proud voice, "you will begin the ass-sucking ceremonies."
With all of the awe and fervour of a religious ceremony, these young girls clasped the men's bare buttocks. They tongue fucked their ass-holes. And at the same time they reached around and gripped their thick, hanging penises. Pumping on their penises now as they sucked their ass-holes got them so excited they were almost flipping out. Having the snake perform in Jill's vagina somehow added to the uninhibited atmosphere of the occasion. Jill was still just thinking of it. But she couldn't do anything. She was trapped.
"Keep doing it," Omar commanded.
The young Turk was summoned. He was naked, too, except for his turban and gun and holster. Walking around the room, he whipped the girls' asses as they fucked and sucked the men's behinds.
"Suck ass," Omar cried anxiously, "suck ass. Lick it. Reach around. Grab their cocks. Lick their ass-holes. Pull on their cocks."
At least she thought to herself, she was not being subjected to this kind of torture. She was grateful for that.
However, when the young Turk got excited he came over to her. "I want you to suck my ass," he commanded. Straddling her he watched as the snake slithered between her legs. And then she had to let her tongue pivot to his anal crack. At least, she figured, she wouldn't stick it in all the way. But the young, dark-skinned Turk lowered himself further. Letting her tongue slip to his puckered anal opening she finally reluctantly invaded his ass-hole.
"Stab it into my ass," the young, hot-blooded Turk demanded.
At the same time he reached for his balls. Clasping his manhood he pulled on his penis. And then he beamed as he looked around the room.His eyes were feasting on the erotic sight to be beheld. Here they were. All of these naked men and women participating in the orgy ceremonies. And Omar was watching all the while. He had to see that everyone was performing properly. He felt it was not his time to be participating. Nevertheless, he was naked now. He would make sure that every girl was licking ass. That was what they were paid to do and they had to perform. Of course, the fact that he paid them with shelter and food and no money didn't seem to phase him. For Omar remembered reading about Turkish slaves who were kept in dungeons. He thought he was basically a humanitarian and had given them a wonderful opportunity to make a rather interesting living.
His curious way of looking at what was happening did not seem to be matched by most of the young girls who were held captive. They were drugged, beaten and flogged into becoming wanton sexual slaves. And on cue, they would perform for their master.
"And now," Omar exclaimed excitedly, "the men will have their balls sucked. The women will pull on their cocks."
The great jacking-off ceremony was about to commence. Omar always enjoyed this. Once he had even taken pictures of the ceremonies with a secret camera. He'd sold the pictures to a porno producer in Italy and made a mint.
He watched now as his beady eyes surveyed everything that was taking place. He thrilled to the erotic sight of the girls. They were all superbly performing just on cue as he told them to do.
He caught the sight of one girl who was not performing the sexual rites correctly and he did not hesitate to tell her so.
"Young lady," he complained, "how dare you defy me. Immediately lick and suck on him."
The girl slid the man's balls in her mouth. She pulled on his cock.
"That's it," he announced. "Every girl licking her man's balls. What a beautiful spectacle. We are having a marvelous orgy."
Omar glanced at each girl. There they were. Their left buttock branded with the branding iron. The house of Omar. And the great "O" that was seared into their left buttock. This pleased him. He loved to see the erotic sight of every woman going up and down on the man she was sucking.
"Suck it," he commanded hotly. "Suck cock. Suck it."
It was easy for him to see the males were enjoying themselves. They did not have to hold or delay their orgasm. The moment they were ready to thrust and climax they could do so. The desire to satisfy was the only thing the female partners lived for. Reaching out, each man gripped a girl's head. And then he would shove it in. He liked to watch her suck. The girls would slow down the tempo of their cock sucking. For they recognized that too much stimulation and they would cum.
"That is good," Oar pronounced. "All of the women are giving good suck. Keep sucking."
The women were able to keep the men stimulated for a prolonged length of time. But they had to alternate their activity. They would do this by speeding up the tempo of the cock sucking. Then they would slow down. After that they would follow up with another phase of the erotic performance. Pulling their mouths off the men's cocks, they would work around the ball sac. And they all seemed to obtain tremendous pleasure from this.
All of a sudden the men were ready to juice. At that point Omar turned the rock music up to its loudest pitch. He wanted the music to match the tempo and the height of their erotic satisfaction.
As the climaxes took place the men were ejaculating into the women's mouths. And you could hear the loud suck sounds in the tremendous-sized room.
When the girls had finished sucking the men, they pulled off and lay there. Then each girl disappeared. Even Jill was allowed to go now. Food was served in a banquet-like atmosphere. And the great Omar proudly walked among his guests. This was the feasting phase of the sexual orgy. Once they had satisfied their physical appetites, the girls would be called back to perform more sex.
About one hour later Jill was forced to return. The young Turk, naked now except for his holster, gun and turban, ushered her back to the center of the room. The men applauded. The other women returned, too.
"There are many ways of sex," the great Omar announced, "but tonight we offer a Turkish delight. The beautiful women will give their bodies to the carnal lust and appetites of men who would enjoy appreciating the intercourse act from behind."
Performing in the center of the room was Jill. She bent over as the young Turk told her to. Clasping her bare buttocks he prepared the other men for their activity. Almost in unison the other girls who were in the room got on their haunches. As they bent over, servants passed among the men so they could have some oil for their penises. The eager men applied the oil to their cocks, preparing for the invasion of the women's behinds. Omar watched proudly. As the rock music played Jill felt the slippery cock sliding between her ass cheeks. Closing her eyes for this painful phase of the sexual performance, she felt him suddenly rutting into her butt fiercely. All of a sudden, the rock-hard cock drove to her tight anal ring. Stretching her ass muscles now the penis plunged all the way into her.
"Fuck it," the young Turk gasped as he started out the ass-fucking action.
Soon all of the other participants in the orgy were following. Man after man was letting his penis slip between his woman's ass cheeks. As he rammed it into her with hard, deep stabs he paid no attention to the painful cries of the girls. Some of the women who had been fucked this way too often were already loose. Here and there a customer was complaining. But Omar shook his head.
"All of the girls have a tight ass-hole," he assured the men.
Slapping the girls' buttocks was a signal for them to tighten the grip of their ass muscles. The women all recognized from the lectures given to them by Omar how important it was that each man would have his penis tightly grasped by their ass-holes. Now the Turk was rutting into Jill's behind with savage, strong force.
"Fuck it," he grunted, "fuck. Fuck it."
With determination and drive he was rutting up her ass-hole.
"Yes," he exclaimed excitedly, "fuck it. That is how it's done. Fuck it."
The delicious excitement that tingled through her body had her trembling. She enjoyed having a man in her behind in a state of full erection. And as he gripped her buttocks he pushed back. He knew exactly how to excite her this way. Letting his ramming cock slide into her now, he continued pleasing her. And each man followed him. For at this point the young Turk was slapping Jill's ass cheeks roughly. He delighted in gripping and squeezing her bare, curving behind. He enjoyed letting his hands grasp her firmly.
"Fuck it," he commanded, "fuck it."
Riding her ass-hole was achieving exactly what he wanted.
"Fuck," he begged, "fuck it."
This was the kind of action she enjoyed. She twisted her butt around.
"Yes, yes," she cried anxiously, "fuck it for me. Fuck."
With drive and determination he continued jabbing in her. She thrilled to the erotic sensation being generated in her ass. It was strange how it felt so good. At first she'd hated it when the Turk would thrust his thick manhood in her butt. Now she loved it. She liked the sound of his cock sliding out and slipping back. She enjoyed it when he would get real hot and plunge down deeply, penetrating to the depth. And at the same time she thrilled to the feel of his fingers as he inserted two fingers into her pussy. He knew exactly how to control the degree of passion that he was giving her as he rammed his cock into her.
It did please the Turk in a perverse way that the anal intercourse he was performing on the young American girl's body was pleasing her. However, he was fearful that he might not make it tormenting enough for her. For he recognized that Omar's task was to keep the girls in subjection. If they got to enjoying themselves too much, that would be bad.
Hastily slipping his fingers from her pussy, he reached up to grip her breasts and squeeze them. Letting fingernails bite into her bosoms brought her great pain. But it really didn't bother her.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck it."
Jill kept on twisting her tail. Glancing around the room she watched as the other girls were doing the same thing. There were different stages of the sex act she could see. Some of the girls were bent over all the way. Other girls were not. There was one man that she really got a charge out of. For he had his woman standing up and bending over. She thought that must be terrible, for she assumed that the girl's back would be aching. Being forced to remain in this position was dreadful. However, she didn't complain about anything now. For the young Turk was forcefully fucking her ass and she was enjoying it.
When the fingernails of the Turk clawed at her bosoms more wildly, she complained. This brought a smile to his face. For her pain was his obvious pleasure.
"Does it feel good?" he asked in a low, sarcastic voice.
She didn't say a word. However, she kept twisting his cock around for him. She wanted to give his penis a wild workout with her ass gyrations.
"Very good," the Turk told her as he began fucking furiously now.
Jill was eager to accept his every movement.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Fuck it."
Suddenly Omar was making his request known.
"Fuck off," he demanded. "Fuck."
Going around the room with a small riding whip he slapped it across the men's behinds as they fucked their women. This prompted them to speed up their ass-fuck action. Now they were furiously screwing the young girls' ass-holes. And the girls were twisting and squirming all over the place. The young Turk was the first to get his rocks off. Driving into the depths he got her completely aroused.
"Fuck it," he gasped. "Fuck it. That's how to do it. Fuck. Fuck it."
He thrilled to the sensation of his penis being pulled by her ass. As his hot juices spurted into her ass-hole she squeezed down like a vise. The hot fluids swiftly shot out of his cock and up her ass-hole. Jill enjoyed it. There were the eagerly fucking men. She could see their ass muscles flexing as they fucked fast. Driving into the young girls' tight, hot, anal channels they were enjoying themselves intensely. Some were throwing their heads from side to side as the erotic waves of pleasure overcame them as they surged in the hot women's behinds and finished fucking.
When they had all completed getting their rocks off in this unique manner, they pulled their cocks from the girls' behinds. Obediently each girl got up and left the men as they went to their rooms. Omar rejoiced. It had been a very successful sexual celebration. He knew that the men who came to him wanted a variation of physical sexual expression. And that was why he maintained the famous house of Omar on a remote hill in Istanbul. He had gone to considerable lengths to guard his house. Guard dogs were posted at the two iron gates. The iron gate at the front for the guests to enter and the iron gate at the rear of the building for the servants to exit and enter. Omar was proud of his establishment.
As Jill sat alone in her room she couldn't help thinking about what she had been forced into doing. This bothered her enormously. She could see that there were various techniques that satisfied different men. And as she looked at it seriously she recognized that women who earned their way providing this kind of pleasure for a man actually did earn their money. Often she had thought of this as something wrong or something evil. But now she was forced to recognize that providing this kind of stimulation wasn't half bad. Maybe she could make a living at it. Maybe those women in Las Vegas that she had read about had the right idea. She was certain that probably half the secretaries in Washington were hustling on the side. Judging from what she had read about one secretary, that seemed to be the case.
Jill wondered how many sexual acts they had to perform per week to make their side money. Maybe she was getting an educational background that she could never get elsewhere.
CHAPTER NINE
Omar was so impressed with Jill's sexual skills that he called upon a friend of his.
Kamal, one of the richest men in Istanbul, was famous for procuring girls to service his sexual needs. Kamal had gone beyond the ability to obtain climax with one woman. He needed at least two and preferred three. He liked to have them performing simultaneous sexual functions.
When Omar visited him at his beautiful mountainside home overlooking the Bosphorus, he spoke with him seriously.
"We have a gem of a girl," he informed him, "one who is not only youthful and truthful but beautiful and crazy for sex."
Kamal's eyes lit up at the thought of it.
"You are getting me very excited talking about her. I hope that you are prepared to rent her to me."
"Yes, it would have to be on a long-term lease," Omar explained. "At least one week. I am not in the one-night stand business anymore."
"You drive a hard bargain," Kamal shook his head, his beady eyes reflecting his anger. "I should be able to try her out once for free."
Omar paid no attention to him.
"Out of the question," he explained. "I wouldn't let that happen. Now you listen to me and listen well. There are at least eleven other men in Istanbul who would pay a lot to have her services. But I came to you first. I wanted to do you the honor of giving you the choice of selecting her. And now that I've given you an opportunity and you seem indifferent, I guess I will go to the others."
For a moment Omar wondered if he had overplayed his act. For Kamal sat there at his desk, shaking his head grimly.
"Money is tight," he shook his head.
Omar continued walking to the door. Finally he glanced over his shoulder and commented, "Her ass-hole is tight, too. I thought that would interest you."
'it does," the beady-eyed businessman nodded, "but tell me, does she like to get it from behind?"
"She prefers it that way," Omar smiled. "But I guess you're not interested."
He opened the door and was about to exit when Kamal came running after him. All of his business acumen and psychology-playing games were over. He was interested now in the raw and serious business of sex.
"Let me see her," he exclaimed anxiously. "I am eager to have a beautiful relationship with her."
The deal was expertly negotiated and two hours later Jill was informed of her new opportunity.
"I'm doing you a great favor," Omar smiled proudly. "You will be servicing the great Kamal. He has a beautiful home on the Bosphorus. He has excellent food and wonderful wine."
The flame of freedom burned within Jill's heart brighter than ever before. However, she had learned through bitter experience the importance of saying nothing about her desire. Instead she began faking her lustful feeling.
"Will I enjoy him?" she asked. "He does sound fascinating."
That evening she was taken by the young Turk to the house of Kamal. It was an impressive white Moorish structure of exquisite design. As she emerged from the black limousine and entered the unique setting, she almost wondered if this might not be an interesting life. However, little did she realize or understand the strange, kinky sexual demands that would be placed upon her by the sex sadist, Kamal.
Jill was ushered down the long, tile-covered hallway into the main office of Kamal. Kamal's beady eyes lit up when he took a look at the beautiful, brown-haired girl before him.
"Welcome," he smiled. "You are as beautiful as Omar said you were. Only his words could not describe you adequately."
His eyes glistened as he spoke with her.
"Thank you, my lord," Jill said, hoping that she had put on a convincing performance herself.
Servants ushered her to her quarters. Unfortunately, she immediately discovered all of the windows were barred. Apparently Kamal was made to understand she was but a sex slave. How she hated to be in this terrible position. Yet at this point there was nothing else she could do.
Even though the terrible torment that she faced was unknown to her now, she had an inkling. For when she went from her bedroom down the hall to the dining room, she noticed a series of whips and pistols lined up against the wall as decorative objects. She wondered if their sole purpose was confined to decoration. She hoped so.
In the dining hall she met Kamal's other woman. She was a stunning blonde and spoke flawless English.
"Merilee," Kamal introduced her, "this is Jill. A lovely American girl who's working for Omar."
"I suppose you're branded like all of us," she shook her head. "Do you have the hideous 'O' stamped on your left buttock with the branding iron?"
Jill nodded. She tried not to act so angry. She thought it was very poor strategy on the part of Merilee to act this impertinent.
"It's rather attractive," Jill smiled, covering completely.
This pleased Kamal.
"A girl who appreciates her station in life," he grinned. "I think we are going to get along here very well."
It was obvious to Jill that she was going to soon be performing sexually. But she didn't realize how soon
A couple hours after dinner she was ushered into Kamal's huge bedroom.
"My, what a wonderful view you have from here," she observed.
Kamal pulled the drapes, which eliminated the view of the bay.
"Now, young ladies," he told them, "we can all get acquainted. I want you and Merilee to have sex first. I like to jack off as two women fuck each other."
Kamal was so dignified, Jill could hardly picture him in the usual acts of raw sex. Nevertheless, as he started stripping she realized that he was a lusty man, like all the others.
Soon the three of them were naked. Now Kamal feasted his eyes on Jill's beautiful body.
"I only wish my son was here to share this love feast with me," he observed.
This so stunned Jill that she couldn't help asking him outright, "Do you mean that you would carry on with your son in the same room?"
"Why not?" he asked her. "I like to watch my son having a good time, too."
It was obvious that as far as Kamal was concerned, he wasn't doing anything wrong. He was doing what came naturally for him.
Jill stood there stark naked, watching Merilee strap a dildo onto herself.
"I suppose Omar got you used to this," Merilee shrugged as she reached for the rigid, plastic penis.
"Not completely," Jill confessed.
Soon the two women were together on the bed. It didn't take Merilee long to straddle her. Pressing her lips against hers she suddenly plunged the plastic cock into her.
"Ohhh, you're beautiful," Merilee smiled as she swung her generous-sized, well-shaped bosoms back and forth across Jill's breasts.
Now Kamal's beady eyes were focused on the two women. He was so fascinated by what they were doing together that he couldn't take his eyes off either of them.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful," he exclaimed as he pulled on his rigid cock. "Go ahead, girls, love each other. Pretend I'm not here."
Merilee's lips pressed against Jill's sensuous mouth. Her tongue gently caressed her lips. Instinctively Jill opened her mouth. Now Merilee and she were Frenching. It really didn't feel so bad.
"You're beautiful," she whispered. "You're beautiful all over."
She was plunging the dildo in as if it was a penis. It was amazing how effectively she could emulate the activity of the male cock.
"Are you grabbing it with your pussy?" Merilee winked.
Using the plastic cock as a pussy muscle exerciser made it easier for Jill. Her pussy muscles clutched and grabbed as the plastic dildo stabbed.
"Fuck me," Merilee demanded huskily. "Fuck me."
In spite of herself Jill found this erotic and pleasurable. Her breath was coming short and her heart was pounding rapidly.
"Fuck me," she begged anxiously, "fuck me real good."
Effectively Jill made love to her. Reaching up she gripped her shoulders. Finally she let her hands reach down to grip the other woman's buttocks. Squeezing her ass cheeks she stimulated and excited her.
"That's the way," she told her. "Now you're doing it, love. Keep it up."
The delicious sensations that surged through her body had her excited.
"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed. "Does that ever feel good. Fuck, baby, fuck."
Breathlessly now they were rutting against each other's pussy. Sure enough, Jill could feel her mound becoming sticky.
"Ohhh, baby," her female lover panted as she went on pumping, "it's beautiful. Love me. Love me."
The delicious, erotic excitement had them both trembling.
"Come on," she exclaimed. "Ohhh, baby, now you're doing it. Yes, yes."
Kamal could no longer stand it. He pulled her away from Merilee and began to suck her hungrily. He loved letting his tongue slip and slide inside of her. Reaching up he gripped her breasts and squeezed them fondly.
"Ohhh, baby," she panted as he ate her box, "lick me. Lick me."
It was amazing to her how much pleasure Kamal could derive from this. Up and down his hot tongue asserted itself. She was so excited at this point she was ready to juice again.
"Come on and suck me," Jill begged, enjoying it. "Suck my sweet pussy."
Kamal drove his tongue the full length of her pussy. And his hands kept gripping her ass cheeks.
Suddenly she exploded. His hot tongue worked over her pussy, sucking her now until she was juicing over and over in streams of love fluids.
CHAPTER TEN
When Kamal had finished eating her box he let her know what he wanted.
"You didn't suck my ass," he complained. "Now I want you to give me a good ass suck. Then you can proceed to my balls. And after that I will give you the honor of blowing my pecker."
He lay back. Merilee watched. When she didn't instantly obey, Merilee began whipping her ass with a small riding whip that she held over her.
"Lick his ass-hole for him, honey," she commanded.
Glancing over her shoulder to see if her rage was real, Jill soon discovered to her amazement that it was. An evil look played about Merilee's lips as she gazed down at her sadistically. Merilee's fingers plunged in her pussy as she watched. Apparently she was deriving a measure of pleasure from forcing her to go down on Kamal's hot ass.
Now she bent over his crotch. Reaching for his buttocks she finally let her tongue slip along his ass crack.
"That's what I call good action," he observed. "You are damned good at it."
She went on licking and sucking around his ass-hole. He was getting hornier now every moment.
"Eat my ass," he commanded. "Just like I tell you to."
Her hot tongue stabbed right up his rectum. She wondered how much of this action she could tolerate.
"I enjoy this tongue action," he told her. "Keep it flipping up my ass. And then I want you to start sucking my butt. Press your lips tightly and suck my ass-hole."
She continued letting her tongue glide inside his tight, twisting rectum. And then with her mouth pressed against his ass-hole she finally licked at his balls.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "now you're doing it. Keep it up. Lick it. That's how. Lick it."
She flipped her tongue all around against his testicles.
"Work your tongue back and forth," he told her. "Yes, yes."
She kept her tongue gently caressing his testicles. She slid it this way and that and then she opened her mouth and accepted Kamal's big balls inside. Gently she worked her tongue back and forth against his testicles as his entire body rocked back and forth. Kamal enjoyed the stimulating tongue stabs that she was directing his way.
"Go on," he told her, "suck my balls. Suck me."
When she finished sucking on his balls, Kamal's whole body was beginning to turn and twist from the stimulating tickling excitement she provided for his hot balls. Now she gripped his huge, sturdy penis. She continued to suck and lick his balls as she gently pulled on his cock.
"Faster," the Turk begged the American girl. "Eat my prick. Work your tongue up it."
Releasing his balls she let her tongue slide up to his penis tip. Squeezing his cock ever so gently she finally let her mouth slide over the head of his penis. As she moved up and down his hard shaft, he was getting hotter every moment.
"Come on and suck me," he told her. "I really love this. Suck me. Suck me."
Using her hands to massage his balls, her mouth slid smoothly up and down his erect penis.
"Keep gliding up and down my cock," he told her. "That's how you do it. Suck on it. Suck."
It was this kind of pleasure Kamal liked.
"You're gonna suck every drop out of my long pecker," he panted as he drove his cock deeper down her throat.
Pulling out it allowed her to slip her tongue over the throbbing head of it. Then she reached out and grabbed his ass cheeks. She knew just how to use her fingers to squeeze his buttocks and this pleased him.
"Suck my cock," he panted as he went on sending his throbbing, long penis plunging down her throat.
Now she was anxious to get his cum load.
"Really use your tongue," he told her. "Suck me off."
Kamal had quit running his cock down her throat. He let her remain at the head of his penis. And she was eagerly sucking on his hot penis.
"Suck me off," he begged her. "Keep your tongue working. Suck me, suck me."
Her hands clasped his churning ass cheeks. And her mouth moved smoothly as he came closer to juicing.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed as his hips rocked back and forth.
Kamal's hot, white, creamy load exploded. She sucked the sweet cream out of his throbbing cock.
"Suck it off," he begged her. "Suck my pecker. Suck it."
Kamal's body kept spasming back and forth as hot, thick spurts of semen spilled from the head of his shaft into her hungry, anxious mouth.
"Yes," he told her, "suck. Suck it off."
When she pulled her mouth off his cock, she was surprised to see Merilee standing there juicing. Apparently she'd gotten so excited that she came. Kamal immediately told Jill she had to suck Merilee.
"Get down there between her legs and eat her box," he demanded.
With her legs spread now, she got down there and sucked hungrily.
Dropping to her knees in a worshipful attitude, she was sucking on her hungrily. This got her more aroused every moment.
"Yes, yes," she begged, "suck me."
As she finished sucking her, Kamal got a wild idea.
"I think it would be an interesting fuck if you would screw Jill up the ass-hole. Why don't you do it?"
Jill didn't like the idea.
"You're interrupting her pussy eating," she complained. "Can't you leave me alone with her a minute?"
Kamal laughed as he pulled them apart.
"Impossible, my love," he told her. "You would try to seduce her so she would only have sex with you. I could never allow that."
At this point he brought out an enormous dildo. Handing it to Merilee he insisted she strap it on immediately.
"What are you trying to do, kill me?" she demanded.
"He wants me to stretch your ass-hole. That's all he's doing. Then it will make it easy for him to slide his pecker up your butt."
Kamal shrugged and with a spoiled look on his face, nodded.
"I guess if s true," he admitted.
Now Merilee was following her instructions. It didn't take her long to get the dildo in place.
"Get in the middle of the bed," she told her, "and I'll screw your ass-hole."
Jill had learned to obey. She got in the middle of the bed and got on all fours.
"Suck her ass out first," he ordered.
Even though it got her angry to have to follow the instructions, she cooperated. Merilee placed her hand on Jill's behind. She got her nose down in her ass-hole and started licking.
"That's it," Kamal commented as he reached for his crotch and massaged his balls. "Lick her butt real nice."
After she had sucked on her ass-hole and prepared it for the invasion of the plastic dildo, she pulled away.
"Run it up her ass," Kamal nodded confidently.
Clasping her round ass cheeks, she slowly eased the plastic cock between them. With a forceful thrust she jabbed it right in.
"Yes," she told her, "fuck it. That's the way to do it. Fuck."
With determination and drive she rammed it into her.
"Keep it up," she told her. "That's what I want you to do. Fuck."
Kamal had another idea now. Merilee's beautiful butt looked so appealing to his he figured he would screw her ass.
"Let's have a choo-choo train," Kamal chuckled, imitating a choo-choo train.
Merilee knew what that meant. She would have to be the victim of Kamal's mammoth male member. However, she knew better than to complain. For Kamal would send his body guards in to beat her up.
Kamal applied oil to his cock.
"It's a wonder you don't anoint the damn thing," Merilee snapped.
Kamal didn't find her comment funny. He gripped a whip and brought it down hard over her bare bottom.
"That'll teach you to talk back to me."
Mounting her now he found her anal crack. Sliding his slippery cock between her ass cheeks, he plunged forward. Kamal's penis rode smoothly in her hot, tight ass-hole. Now the three of them were joined in a wild ass-fucking session. Merilee's plastic penis was sliding rhythmically into Jill's tight, twisting ass-hole.
"You're doing a great job," Kamal observed as he paid close attention to her actions.
At this point he didn't limit his actions to watching. He was eager to have a good, hard fuck. Ramming his penis roughly up her ass-hole he felt her body spasming.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck it."
He was shoving it now. His hands gripped her buttocks. He was eager to feel spurts of thick, white semen shooting up her ass-hole. And he was anxious to watch her cum, too.
"Let's make it together," he told Merilee. "Reach around and finger Jill's pussy."
Merilee reached around. Inserting two fingers in Jill's vagina, she played with her clit. It was getting her more aroused than ever.
"Fuck me," she begged eagerly, "fuck me."
It was getting her pretty excited.
"Ohhh, yes," she exclaimed anxiously, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck."
It was amazing to Jill how much pleasure she could derive from this. Actually, Merilee was rhythmically stabbing the slippery plastic cock up her rectum in a perfect, even, steady tempo. It was much better than the way many men had screwed her ass-hole. Invariably the men who had sex with her would get so carried away that they wouldn't do it right. She was pleased that Merilee was effectively fucking her.
"Fuck me," she begged, "fuck me, Merilee."
Kamal was pleased that the girls were getting a charge out of their fuck. And he vowed he was going to derive as much pleasure from driving his penetrating penis into Merilee's ass-hole as Jill was obtaining and Merilee was getting.
Finally he pumped furiously. With savage cock stabs he penetrated her butt as far as he could.
"Ohhh, you're hurting me," Merilee gasped.
His throbbing male member exploded. Merilee's ass muscles twitched and tightened on his shaft, helping him juice.
"Fuck," he exclaimed, "fuck it. Yes, yes."
The grueling pace they were keeping pleased him. For the two girls both juiced seconds later.
Kamal was the first to pull his cock from Merilee's slippery ass-hole. Merilee was next in line. She pulled her dildo from Jill's ass-hole. Now Kamal wanted to be left alone. He told the girls to leave. A guard came back and ushered Merilee to one room and Jill to another. Jill, however, was not as fortunate as Merilee for the guard decided he was going to stay with her.
"You're a beautiful new girl here," the Turkish guard observed.
Jill thought perhaps he could help her escape.
"I can be friendly if a man is thoughtful of me," she said as she went over to him and reached out to fondle his crotch.
Sure enough, his penis was hard.
"Will you do everything?" he demanded.
"Certainly," she told him.
This was the kind of wild, wicked fun that he wanted.
"Undress me," he commanded, "and reach for my cock and play with it."
She complied with his request, for she realized she had little choice.
"Now, sweetheart, get on your knees and worship my cock," he ordered.
Getting on her knees she unfastened his zipper and pulled it down. She reached in, found his cock and pulled it to her lips. She caressed the tip of it with her tongue. This got him more aroused than ever.
"Suck me," he begged her anxiously, "suck me. That's what I want you to do. Suck my cock." Her mouth enveloped his penis shaft. "Eat me," he begged her anxiously. "Suck it off.
Come on, baby, suck it. Suck it off."
He let out a shriek of delight as he felt her gently biting and nibbling on his penis. She finally enjoyed it. It was a wonderful moment for her. She liked having her tongue licking along the length of his shaft. As he shoved his hard manhood farther in her mouth, he finally almost choked her with it. For he rammed it down her throat.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "do it. Do it."
Gripping her head tightly he rammed forward. She felt him finally exploding. She began sucking hungrily. His body shuddered as he felt himself being sucked ever more eagerly.
Finally she slid her tongue across his rod as she finished.
She thought that would be all, but when she saw his penis remaining erect she recognized immediately that he probably would want more. Soon she observed him stripping.
"I'm going to ride it up your ass-hole," he smiled.
Coming over to her he wrapped his arms around her. Pressing his chest against hers he pressed his lips hard against her mouth. Soon he was letting his tongue slip into her mouth. Then he nodded.
"You're all right," he told her. "Get over there on the bed. I'm gonna fuck your ass."
Jill bent over the bed. The young Turkish guard gripped her.
"You will love it after I break you in right," he told her.
She was surprised that he was going at her so roughly. He shoved his long, thick prick hard up her ass-hole. With deep, pumping movements he got her so excited she began twisting her ass around to his ever-riding thrusts. The guard had a wonderful rhythm in his fucking style. Jill enjoyed it. The harder he pumped, the more she liked it. Of course, it hurt a bit. However, the pain somehow added fire to the fuck, making it all the more exciting.
The guard's manliness drove her into a frenzy. Harder and longer he drove it in her ass-hole. And the more he did so the more she wanted of him. Finally she was begging for it.
"Fuck me," she cried out in sexual ecstasy, "fuck me. I want to be fucked. I want you to hurt me."
His thick penis continued driving into her. She was enjoying it now. It was strange how she'd hated it at first. But the longer he rode it up her ass-hole the more pleasure she obtained.
"Keep twisting your butt," he told her. "Fuck it."
Jill had a beautiful body. The guard appreciated this. As he rode his cock in up to the hilt, he reached for her breasts. Gripping them now he squeezed the nipples and continued fucking her furiously. He went on driving his thick prick up her ass-hole and she turned around to watch him.
"Are you enjoying it?" she smiled.
He nodded.
"You've got a fantastic ass for fucking," he told her. "Keep grinding your hips. Fuck it."
Jill twisted her ass around. She knew that she couldn't take much more of this wild fucking.
"You're beautiful," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
He was driving in deeper, ever deeper now. She wondered how much more of this she could tolerate.
"Ohhh," he grunted as he rutted up her ass-hole, "fuck off. Fuck off."
All of a sudden she felt her ass bucking back to meet his riding cock jabs. It was obvious to the guard just how much she enjoyed it. Possibly she had been so brainwashed that now she felt she needed it. For she was asking him to keep on ramming.
"Give it to me," she urged him on. "Fuck me. I can feel it. I need it."
It should have been disgusting to her. She knew this wasn't right. Yet she wanted it.
"Fuck it," he begged, "fuck it."
As she went on twisting her butt for him, he caressed her breasts. His throbbing, thick penis continued ramming into her. Repeatedly he pinched her nipples. It wasn't exactly the way she wanted to get her thrills. But she knew if it took this to achieve his climax, she had to let him do it. And then he reached down and let his fingers pump into her mound. He found her love button and pinched it.
"Fuck me," he begged, "fuck me."
The guard was a rough ass rider. He expected plenty. As he continued sliding his slippery manhood in her ass, she went on grinding her hips and twisting. Begging for it now the guard frantically fucked her.
"I'll get you off at the same time," he grunted as he sent his throbbing penis into her twisting ass.
He could feel her pussy moistening. This pleased and excited him. Thrusting his hot penis in up to the hilt he felt himself almost exploding. His jaw hung loose as he furiously stabbed her butt.
"I'm cuming" he grunted. "Fuck it. Fuck."
Instantly she felt herself stimulated to the point of arousal. She climaxed. His fingers knew this now for they were slippery with her love juices. Flicking his fingers quickly back and forth across her clit, he got her there, too.
"Screw me," she begged. "Fuck me."
The guard never took his cock from her ass. He continued riding and sliding in her butt. She thrilled to the delicious sensation of his thick manhood.
"Ohhh, wow!" she exclaimed. "You don't know how good it feels. You're really fucking."
The erotic fascination that she found as he finished riding her butt was indicated when she rolled over. For her inner thigh was wet with her moist pussy offerings. The guard bent over and got down between her legs and sucked her hungrily. She loved it when his hot hands gripped her buttocks and his tongue found its target. Flipping his tongue back and forth across her clit he got her going again. Her hips undulated to the movements of his tongue. Reaching down she gripped his curly, black hair. She let her fingers run through his hair as he went on powerfully jabbing his tongue into her.
"Suck me off," she begged. "Just like that. Suck me."
Passionately she pumped her pelvis back to meet his driving tongue stabs. Soon he was mopping her pussy up with his tongue, lapping and licking every juicy drop of her streaming vagina.
Withdrawing his tongue from her pussy he decided to have some more fun. Pulling his belt from his pants he slapped her breasts roughly.
"Why are you doing that?" she demanded.
"Because I enjoy it," the guard explained.
His penis was tensing between his legs. It was apparent he found erotic excitement in tormenting her.
"Damn you," she exclaimed, "I don't like you."
The guard did not appreciate her attitude. She was supposed to accept anything he wanted to do. Capping his hand over her mouth he roughly assaulted her with the belt. Then leaving her whimpering and crying he got dressed. He never turned around after he finished dressing. Instead, he walked out of the room and left her alone, sobbing, on the bed. Jill could never remember being treated with such humiliating torture. Even Omar had been better than this.
At this ugly moment in her life she wished she was back with Omar. Yet that terrible place on her buttock where the "O" had been branded on her body still made her cringe now and then. It seemed as if she was walking from one torturous place to the other. She wished she could take her life now.
That would be a delightful way to end this nightmare. But death couldn't come easy. How could she kill herself?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rapidly Jill could feel herself becoming a part of this wild sexual scene. If there was one thing that tormented her mind it was that she was losing all character.
When she went back to the house of Omar the following week, he looked at her as if he understood her turmoil.
"We would like to see you perform now with an animal," he told her. "With a dog?" she asked. "I won't do it with a dog."
"That's good," Omar grinned, because we picked a pony for you to play with."
He took her to the stable and then told her that he wanted her to suck the pony's cock. This made her instantly furious.
"You'd need a mouth bigger than mine," she told him bluntly.
"See what you can do," he encouraged her. "I'd don't expect miracles, but I do expect you to make a good effort at trying."
To her amazement, as she crouched underneath the pony she could see the animal had hard-on. She wondered if the pony had been brainwashed, too. Just how do you go about brainwashing a pony? she asked herself.
Noticing that she was hesitating, Omar used a cattle prodder to push her.
"I haven't got time to waste," he told her. "I'm a busy man."
Clasping the pony's huge penis, she let her tongue gently slide across it.
"You're not putting enough enthusiasm into it," Omar complained. "Now really suck on the pony's prick. Get your mouth right down there."
Clasping the animal's rigid penis, she slowly began sucking.
"Suck," he told her. "Suck it. That's the way to do it. Suck."
She was industriously sucking on the animal's throbbing penis.
"You're doing it just fine," he told her. "That's how. Suck it. Suck."
She did her very best to suck on the animal's rigid penis. The pony seemed to enjoy it.
"Do it," Omar told her. "Suck it."
It was this kind of response that pleased Omar. He watched as her mouth opened and the pony shoved his massive hunk of meat to her mouth.
Clasping the pony's huge, pulsating male member, Jill held it firmly. Her tongue whipped around the meaty head of it.
"Suck the pony's prick," Omar commanded urgently.
Omar could feel his own balls tightening with excitement. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was seeing her sucking like this.
"Keep sucking," he demanded. "You're doing it beautifully. Suck the pony's prick. Suck it. Get his juice. Suck cock, baby, suck."
Her mouth moved from the base of the pony's throbbing cock to a couple of inches more. She thought she would choke. Suddenly the pony's sperm spattered wildly. If there was one thing she didn't want it was to suck and swallow the pony's cum load.
Pulling off the animal's hunk of meat, she discovered Omar was outraged.
"Lick it," he commanded. "It's good for you. Lick it."
His husky, rough voice told her that she had no options.
"All right, you demented beast," she shrieked at him.
Omar didn't take her comment lightly at this point.
"You'll regret that," he said as he stormed away from the stable.
Jill lay on the stable floor, sobbing uncontrollably. She was afraid of the future. She knew she had defied the great Omar. And now she was prepared for any fate she might have to meet.
A guard came in. He was a black man and he looked as if he wanted to screw her immediately. But there was a strange glow in his eyes as he gazed at her.
"What do you want of me?" she demanded. He smiled down at her with lusty cruelty clouding his stare.
"Omar told me I could do anything I wanted with you. Get to your feet."
Cringing, young Jill got to her feet. The guard turned around on his heels and ordered her roughly to follow him.
"Follow me," he commanded.
She followed. They went down a long hall and then Jill was ushered into a strange-looking room with various sexual devices. She could see that one wall had wallpaper of nothing but bosoms. Another wall was covered with wallpaper showing different women's crotches in various positions. And the third wall showed beautiful behinds of gorgeous models.
"This is the special fuck room," he told her. "I am going to teach you on the machine."
Going to a closet, the black man wheeled out a strange-looking machine. At first she thought it was a reducing machine.
"What is that?" she asked anxiously as she stared at the contraption before her.
"It is a fuck machine," he told her sternly, "and it will fuck you while I watch. That's what I'm going to do to you."
The young black guard stripped now. While he was undressing he ordered Jill to take off all of her clothes.
"Why should I obey you?" she asked him angrily and defiantly.
"You will do as I tell you to," he warned her. "Now take off everything."
Stripping completely she walked over to the machine. There it was, with its strange metal arm sticking out about even with her crotch. The black guard walked over to her. She could see his huge, throbbing, black penis swinging between his legs.
"This is a wonderful machine," he told her, "and Omar always uses it to teach his girls discipline. And they always make good students."
At this point he was eager to demonstrate. He got out a box of dildos. He searched for a dildo that he felt would be appropriate to fuck her with. Sliding the dildo on the metal arm of the machine, he looked at her.
"Do you have any idea how it works?" he asked her curiously.
Shrugging, Jill looked at the cord that ran from the machine over to the wall plug.
"It looks like it's operated by electricity," she told him honestly. "I guess it pushes the arm back and forth so it's like a fuck."
"It has something better than that," he told her. "You will feel it in a moment. But first, I want to prepare your ass-hole to be fucked. I have some special oil that Omar wants us to use."
Going to a cabinet, he opened the glass door. Pulling out a small, metal container, he obtained the oil that he planned to use on her.
Pouring some of the oil into the palm of his hand, he prepared to apply his finger in her tight ass-hole.
"Weil have to stretch it a bit first," he smiled sadistically.
Jill wasn't smiling now. She was nervous as a cat.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Don't worry about it," he told her. "You will enjoy it. It will be different. I will be fucking your ass-hole while the machine is screwing your pussy. It will be two-way action for you and I assure you, my dear, you will enjoy it."
As she gazed at his massive, black cock, she wondered if she could take it all in.
The black guard felt it might be fun to have her give him a blow job before he rammed his manhood up her ass crack.
"I want you to eat my prick first," he told her with his steely look, "and then I will shove it up your ass."
The black man lay on a bed in the corner. His black loins contrasted with the white sheet. Slipping a couple of pillows under his ass cheeks so he would be up at a perfect angle for her to suck, he prepared.
"Suck my ass," he begged. "Come on, my dear, get your tongue down there and suck."
Gripping his firm, round thighs, Jill let her tongue slide along his ass crack. He thrilled to the erotic sensation of her tongue gliding up his tight ass-hole.
"Suck my ass," he demanded. "Get right in there and tongue fuck it."
She wondered why he had to be so mean about it. Certainly it was an obscene act that he was asking her to perform. It made her shudder to think of doing his bidding. But she was left with no options at this moment and she was well aware of the situation she was in.
Clasping his firm, round ass cheeks she brought her face even with his ass-hole. Her hot tongue slid along his ass crack. Gently letting it caress along his bare bottom, she sniffed and licked and sucked with all the fervor he could demand.
"You're very good at it," he told her. "I guess Omar has taught you well."
He glanced at her left buttock. Sure enough, the branding iron had made its imprint. She was a slave of the master of the house. There was the big "O" on her hip.
The black guard watched with great interest as her tongue licked along his testicles now.
"Lick my balls," the black man begged excitedly. 'That's what I want, baby. A good hot ball suck. And you can give it to me."
Reaching for his horny hunk of meat he began pumping on it. Jill was worried now. She feared that he might ask her to go down on it. She was certain that she never could take all that pecker meat in her mouth at one time.
"Suck it," he begged her. "Suck my cock. Suck it. Go ahead."
Grasping his manhood firmly, she planted her lips on the tip of his penis. Her hot tongue swept over the crevice of his cock.
"Suck it," he insisted. "Suck it for me. Yes, ahhh, ahhh, suck, suck, suck."
Her hot mouth slid over his meaty shaft.
"Go ahead," he ordered her, "suck. Suck my cock."
Jill's mouth moved from the head of his black penis shaft to the base.
"Play with my balls," he told her. "I'm gonna shoot you a good load soon. Finger my nuts."
Her hand gently caressed and massaged his balls. He thrilled to the erotic sensation of her fingertips playing about his testicles.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Now massage my prostate gland. Use your finger. Stick it up my tight ass-hole."
Without missing a beat of her cock-sucking action, Jill industriously massaged his testicles. Letting her index finger glide up his ass-hole, massaging his prostate gland, aroused him totally.
"Eat it, dick licker," he begged anxiously. "Suck it for me. You're doing it just fine. Keep it up. Suck cock. Suck my cock."
Her moist, hot mouth was thrilling him. He enjoyed the demeaning position that he was forcing her in.
"Suck it," he urged her. "Suck my cock off. Suck it now. Suck it."
The thrilling sensations of the throbbing penis as he jabbed it down her throat surprised her. For she found she liked it. She enjoyed having all that meat in her mouth. She was eager to see what those big black balls would shoot into her mouth. She wanted to feel his hot semen bolting.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it," he groaned as his black ass cheeks rocked back and forth.
Jill's marvelous index finger movements on his prostate gland pistoning in and out of his tight, twisting ass-hole, coupled with her excellent hand action on his balls as well as her hot mouth suck, had him trembling. He knew it couldn't be much longer until his penis tip erupted in her mouth.
"Suck it off," he told her. "Suck it off. Go ahead, honey, suck. Suck it. Suck my big pecker. Suck it. Eat it."
Her hot mouth wrapped tightly around his shaft. She sucked smoothly now, savoring every delicious drop of him.
"Eat it," he told her. "Suck it. Suck it off. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Suck cock. Suck it."
The delicious penis erupted now. The hot, sweet juice shot down her throat. Gulping hungrily, she didn't stop until she'd completed the act of oral copulation, devouring all of his juicy, sweet cum load.
The big, black brute held the young girl pinned over his throbbing manhood. He liked having her here in this subservient position.
"Ohhh," he grunted as he finished fucking her face.
Jill pulled off him now and he was eager to fuck some more. She was hoping his cock would go limp.
That would give her a few moments of freedom. But she had no such luck.
Pointing toward the machine, he gestured for her to get up.
"Be quick about it," he commanded. "I stick my prick up your ass and the machine fucks your pussy. You will love it. You will get some entertaining little shocks as it jabs your cunt."
Jill began to feel a terror in the pit of her stomach.
The black guard smiled at her.
"I see you are afraid of our fucking machine. You shouldn't be afraid of it. It will give you a good time. In fact, it will be like nothing you've ever experienced before. I can promise you that."
CHAPTER TWELVE
The moment Jill heard what the fuck machine could do to her vagina, she was infuriated. The last thing she needed was to have her pussy electrocuted by a screwing machine.
"I won't let you do it to me," she complained. "I won't lot you!"
That did it. Jill was challenging the big black brute. Grasping her white shoulders he squeezed her tightly without mercy.
"You will do as I tell you to. Do you understand?"
Her eyes brimmed with tears. Now with head drooping, the naked young girl walked over to the fuck machine.
"Oil my cock for me first," he ordered. "I want it to slide up your ass real easy. That gives me better sensations."
He handed her the plastic container of rubbing oil. Pouring some into the palm of her hand, Jill reached out and stroked his penis. His shaft began to glisten as the oil merged with his flesh.
"I want you to fuck good," he warned her. "I want your tail to twist. Remember that. If you don't cooperate, I will turn the fuck machine on to fast speed. Then you will understand what it's like to get your pussy shocked."
Jill understood all too well. How she wished that she had not made such a fuss over licking the pony's penis. This was even worse.
Slipping her womanhood onto the plastic cock, she pushed forward. The black man seemed pleased by her actions.
"Very good," he nodded as he whacked her ass firmly.
Getting behind her now he gripped her hips. She felt the intrusion of his slippery, long, black penis ramming into her.
"I'm going to fuck you," he told her, "and fuck you like you've never been fucked before. You won't soon forget this screw, baby."
Holding her thighs now, he drove forward. With a savage, hard jab he plunged his penis right up her tight ass-hole. Jill twisted around.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck it. That's what I want from you, a good ass fuck."
As she continued twisting her ass, it wasn't fast enough for the big, black dude. He reached around and pressed a button on the fuck machine. He turned it on to a faster speed. As it rammed in her pussy, she couldn't help twist her tail at an increased tempo.
"That hurts me," she complained. "Please, stop it."
He paid no attention to her pleas. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. Ramming it roughly into her he went on pressing buttons on the machine. Soon he turned the button on the machine to the point where it would send electric shocks into her vagina. As Jill felt her vagina being shocked, she let out a howl of pain and protest.
"Stop it, you demented demon," she screamed in terror.
The black man delighted in her cries. Her pain was his pleasure. He continued ramming his slippery, long cock up her ass-hole, enjoying every movement with enormous satisfaction.
"Fuck it," he gasped as he went on stabbing in her butt. "Fuck it," he gasped as he went on stabbing in her butt. "Fuck it. I guess that electric shock ought to make you twist your tail better."
There was no doubt about it. She couldn't stand still. It was strange what the electricity in her vagina did to her. It made her swing her hips at an ever-increasing tempo. This was precisely what the black man enjoyed. He wanted to see her being forced to wiggle her ass for him.
"Fuck it," he told her emphatically. "Fuck it. Grind your hips, honey. Twist your tail. Now you're doing it. Twist and fuck."
She kept her ass revolving as the huge plastic cock continued sliding in her pussy hole. The black man kept pushing levers on the machine. She felt the shocks go through her body once more.
"Fuck your ass," he grunted as he screwed her ass-hole. "Fuck your ass."
He seemed to derive enormous pleasure from her degradation. He liked seeing her tormented in this manner.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Fuck it, baby, fuck it."
The delicious excitement he experienced now had him almost cuming. But he was saving it. He wanted to juice it up more.
"When I shoot my wad," he demanded, "don't stop twisting your tail. Keep grinding. Squeeze the cream out of my cock."
Jill had plenty of problems now. For the pain of the shocks that were going through her caused her to twist about in anguish.
"Fuck it," he commanded, "fuck it."
Grinding her hips now she continued the motion. She was getting closer, ever closer to a climax.
"Come on," he told her, "fuck off."
All at once his hot cock drove in up to the hilt. His burning black balls bounced on her white ass cheeks as she kept her tail twisting. The electrical shocks that the jabbing plastic cock was creating in her pussy brought this about.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Now you're really fucking. Fuck it."
He enjoyed every erotic moment of his ass ride in her.
"Ohhh," he groaned in a passionate frenzy, "you really know how to give a good fuck."
He turned the machine off now. Easing his cock from her ass-hole, he stood there. His dangling, limp, black cock swung between his legs as she pulled off the plastic cock.
"I can't stand any more of this," she told him. "Please, let me go now. Why don't you help me out of here? I could get you money."
He laughed with scorn as he walked out.
The black guard hadn't been gone five minutes before the servants lined up. Omar stepped in and then explained everything to her.
"The men who work here all have to get their rocks off," he told her. "And since you are being disciplined now, we figured that a gang-bang fuck would be good for you. And it would be good for our servants, too."
They were all hurriedly undressing now. Jill wondered what would be expected of her. As they lined up and stood there naked, she didn't have long to wonder. For each man demanded her to kneel before him. The first man in line held out his rigid cock for her. Dropping to her knees, Jill reached for his sturdy penis. Gripping it firmly she brought her mouth to it.
"Slide your mouth over my pecker," he demanded urgently.
Immediately Jill's hot mouth slid over his cock. She sucked smoothly.
"Eat it for me," he told her. "Suck it off. Do it for me."
The moist, hot mouth supplied just the kind of thrills that she needed.
"Keep sucking," he told her. "Suck my dick. Suck it for me."
She continued sucking on his manhood. She enjoyed having his throbbing male member in her mouth. Jill liked having his firm, manly hands gripping her head as he guided his penis down her throat.
"Eat it," he demanded. "Suck it. Suck it all out of me."
The throbbing penis plunged down her throat in rapid-fire cock stabs.
"Suck it of f," he told her anxiously. "Suck my cock for me. Suck it. Now you're doing it. Suck it just like that."
Furiously he fucked her face. She enjoyed the fantastic sensation of his rigid penis stabbing down her throat. He was supplying her with all kinds of thrills.
"Ohhh, baby," he grunted as he pumped it to her, "tickle my nuts while you eat my dick."
Reaching out, Jill fondled his swinging testicles. He loved it.
"Pull your mouth off my pecker," he suggested. "I want to sit in your face."
Sliding her mouth off his rigid cock, she let him lower his loins directly over her face. Reaching up Jill gripped his thighs. She held onto him while she let her tongue slide along his ass crack. He seemed to enjoy this enormously.
"Keep your tongue sliding along my ass-hole," he begged anxiously. "Lick it. Stick it up there."
Jill was discovering that every man seemed to enjoy getting his ass licked and sucked. She was doing her best to give him every kind of kick she could.
"Eat it," he commanded. "Suck my ass-hole, suck."
Now a circle was forming around her. The naked, horny men were reaching between their loins. They were grasping their penises. And man by man they were pulling. They enjoyed jacking off with one hand, while they were massaging their balls with the other. What made it completely exciting was watching Jill as she sucked another man's ass-hole.
Finally when the first man became so thrilled and excited that he recognized he couldn't hold back his cum load anymore, he told her to suck his penis.
Hastily she slid her tongue to his cock. Opening her mouth she let him plunge his manhood inside.
Her sensuous lips fastened firmly around his male penis shaft.
"Suck it," he begged eagerly. "Suck it for me, suck."
The throbbing cock drove deeply down her throat.
"Eat it," he commanded. "Suck it off. That's the way, suck it. Suck my cock off."
His rigid meat slid down her throat, pressing against the very walls of her warm throat flesh. Soon he was shooting his wad. As the hot juices rushed down her throat, she nearly choked on his thick load.
Sliding off him Jill prepared to take on the second man. The dark-skinned Turk looked at Tier. He was a bearded man with a small mustache. He looked rather distinguished. Gripping her head he told her he wanted to have his balls licked first.
Reaching out, Jill grasped his penis as she lowered her face over his crotch. She was doing as he demanded. She was bringing her mouth even with his hairy, swelling testicles.
"Suck my nuts for me," he begged her eagerly in a breathless gasp.
Her hot mouth worked smoothly on his pulsating balls. She was becoming more aroused than ever.
"Lick my balls," he told her. "Suck on them. Give me a good hot tongue bath."
Jill realized he enjoyed this more than almost anything else. But it was difficult to keep his big balls in her mouth, for they kept slipping out. Finally she voluntarily withdrew from his testicles. But not for long did he leave her alone.
Soon her hot tongue flipped up his ass crack. The young Turk loved it. He lowered up and down on her tongue as if he was riding it.
"This is fun," he exclaimed as he put both arms out and wiggled his butt on her upraised tongue.
Sure enough, the men were aroused. They were slowly stroking. Their eyes feasted on the erotic sight before them. Jill was their obvious sex slave. And they loved it.
When he pulled his ass off her tongue, he pointed his penis at her mouth. Letting her jaw hang slack, she permitted him to thrust his penis inside of her moist, hot mouth.
"Eat it," he demanded. "Suck it."
Her mouth moved back and forth on his throbbing cock. He was completely turned on at this point of their lovemaking action.
"Lick it," he told her. "Suck it off. That's how you do it. Suck off. Suck it."
Passionately she sucked on him. He was so horny now he could hardly stand it.
"Yes, yes," he cried eagerly, "eat my cock. Suck it."
His rigid dick exploded. The hot, sticky, white cum flooded her face. It dripped from the corners of her mouth. Using her tongue she licked her lips.
Pulling off at this point, she was so tired she lay down on the floor. But that didn't stop the men. The third man followed. Straddling her face he lowered his round ass cheeks directly over her mouth.
"Something nice for you to suck on," he smiled excitedly.
Gripping his round buttocks she let her tongue slide along his ass crack. The demented man demanded that she tongue fuck him.
"Slip it in my ass-hole," he begged. "In and out. Do as. I tell you!"
Jill obeyed. There was no other way. Her tongue plunged up his ass-hole. He twisted around in newfound pleasure.
"Lick my ass," he insisted. "Lick it. Stick it up my ass, baby."
She cooperated completely. He was enjoying this. And as she lay there underneath him, she could see his hairy, swinging balls and his rigid cock aimed for her. Doing her best to keep her cool, Jill nevertheless, felt hot and lusty for him.
Her tongue swung to his balls. Licking the underside of his shaft, she finally capped his cock with her mouth and sucked smoothly.
"Lick it," he told her. "Lick it."
Gripping his throbbing penis, she sucked now. He loved it. Ramming his cock down her throat he shot off in a blaze of cum juice.
Swallowing his juicy, sweet pecker load, she pulled off, licking the left corner of her mouth and looking for the next man to accommodate her own passion which had now been ignited to its fullest. At this point Jill found she enjoyed giving head. She liked the excitement of all of the juice shooting in her mouth.
The next dark-skinned stud had his own ideas. He wanted to eat her pussy while she sucked out his ? Straddling her now, he brought her pussy to his lips. Parting her vagina he let his tongue slip inside. At the same time he demanded she eat his ass out.
A couple of Turks got some pillows to prop her head up so she would be at the correct angle to eat his ass-hole. Reaching up Jill gripped his butt. She parted his rear end and then inserted her tongue. He enjoyed the sensation of her tongue licking and lapping and her teeth nibbling while she sucked his butt. At the same time he fingered her ass-hole and tongue fucked her pussy. He knew how to flick his tongue back and forth across Jill's love button. She enjoyed this action enormously.
As her tongue flicked back and forth across his lover's clit, she was ready to juice. He could taste her almost there. He liked to sniff and suck and lick.
The men all applauded as the watched the sizzling action unfolding before their lust-glazed eyes. Jill was very .oviously putting her all into the erotic act.
The sixty-nine position was proving pleasing to the virile young Turk.
Once she had finished eating out his ass, Jill moved down to accept his balls. She sucked on them smoothly while he continued pumping his tongue in her pussy, exploring, probing and licking and titillating her there.
He liked to keep his eyes open. He enjoyed seeing her ass wiggle on his sliding finger. He liked to see her pussy twist and turn as she felt the sexual ecstasy make her body tingle.
Now as she finished licking his balls she moved toward his throbbing penis. Licking it like a lollipop, she finally let him glide in. At first she would focus her action on his cock head. She liked to caress the meaty shaft She enjoyed flipping her tongue back and forth across the crown of the cock. She liked to drag her lower lip on the underside of his shaft. Then she would alternately tickle the sensitive glans portion of his penis, providing new electrical thrills for him.
At last she was so stimulated and aroused by what he was doing with his finger in her ass-hole and his tongue in her pussy that she sucked in earnest It was obvious to the torrid Turk that she was eager to get him off.
She sucked hard now, intent on devouring his load. The hot, sweet juice finally exploded. She sucked hungrily. The juicy, thick cream from his cock tasted superb to her. She drained him dry, making his cock tickle when she continued sucking after she had drawn all of the cum from his penis.
At the same time he enjoyed her every action. Jill had to recognize that he was giving her a fantastic fuck.
The next man didn't want her to suck him off. Instead, he wanted to ride her ass-hole.
"On your knees and bend over," he demanded. "I want to stick it up your ass."
She got on her knees now and bent over. She watched as he spit into his hand. Applying his spit to his rigid cock, he finally slipped it between her buttocks. Slowly he probed her ass-hole.
"Fuck back to me," he demanded as he forcefully plunged forward.
His rigid penis shaft stabbed her ass without mercy.
"Fuck it," he ordered roughly. "Fuck. Fuck it."
With determination and drive, he rammed in hard. She enjoyed every erotic moment of it.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Fuck it. Keep fucking."
She continued stimulating and aroused him in the manner he demanded.
"Yes, yes," he panted passionately, "fuck it, baby."
The men watched intently as her curving ass cheeks rocked from side to side. They could almost feel the tightness and warmth of her ass-hole as he panted and pumped it in her.
"It's beautiful," he exclaimed excitedly. "She's a real fuck. Fuck it. Come on, baby, twist your ass around. Grind it."-
She ground her hips around. He found that she was really turned on all the way.
"You are beautiful tonight," he exclaimed. "Fuck it. Keep fucking."
With deliberate, deep plunges up her ass-hole he kept her entertained.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Just as Jill was about to collapse in a heap, Omar opened the door nervously.
"It's a raid," he declared. "Someone has talked about us. We will be killed. Scatter!"
The man who was ramming his cock up her ass-hole pulled it out swiftly. He went limp in an instant. The other naked men dressed and some clutched their clothes as they ran down the hall. Omar vanished.
Shortly authorities appeared at the door. They looked at her strangely.
"Lady," the officer announced, "you are coming with me."
She was taken immediately back to jail. But soon she discovered that the former jailer had been removed from his post. A scandal had ripped the police station. For the dishonest jailer was supplying Omar with a sexual underground composed of beautiful female prisoners. Most of them were picked up on drug charges.
At last Jill had an opportunity to tell her side of the story in court. Her mother made a special trip to Istanbul to assist her.
Miraculously the judge believed her story and released her in the custody of her mother.
"Maybe we should do some sightseeing while we're here," her mother observed. "Istanbul is such a quaint and beautiful city."
Jill shook her head grimly.
"It's a fucking hell-hole," she told her mother angrily and bitterly.
Her mother looked at her nervously.
"You shouldn't use those words," her mother told her. "We brought you up to be a decent girl."
Jill pulled down her panties. She flipped up her skirt. There it was. The terrible "O" of Omar.
"What is that on your buttock?" her mother asked anxiously.
"That damned branding iron," she explained. "A branding-iron sadist imprinted me with this. I was a sex slave. Don't you understand?"
Her mother shuddered.
"We'll have to go to a plastic surgeon about that," she shook her head. "I don't know how you could explain that mark to your husband. Some day you will find a respectable man and settle down and marry. And you don't want that to be held against you."
Jill couldn't help appreciating her mother's expression of sympathy and kindness. More than that, her mother always seemed to have a way out of any predicament or dilemma that she found herself in.
"Thank you, mom," she whispered quietly, "I do love you."
They embraced. Her mother convinced her to stay a few more days in Istanbul.
Next they flew off to Paris. And they finished their trip in London, where Jill's father met them.
Her father asked her grueling questions that she hesitated to answer. Finally she felt she had to tell him the truth.
"I was a sex slave in a Turkish whorehouse," she blurted. "Don't ask me anymore about it, please. I want to forget that part of my life. It was terrible."
Her father was stunned and shocked.
"Don't worry about it, baby," he told her. "We love you. It wasn't your fault."
Jill looked at her father. She could see that he meant what he said.
"Thank you, dad," she said quietly.
Jill's mother searched the Yellow Pages for a plastic surgeon. She didn't want to contact any of her friends and tell them what it was for. She knew that all of the girls at the bridge club were curious to know what had happened to her young daughter in the Turkish prison. Jill, however, remained calm and quiet. She felt so shy and embarrassed about that terrible mark of "O" on her buttock that she didn't want to talk about it. Finally her mother did find a man that she thought could handle her daughter's situation. Her mother explained that it was a rather intimate place where he would have to be performing his work.
The man sounded self-assured and told her that he had often done some very intimate jobs and he wasn't afraid of handling anything.
When Jill went to meet him she was suspicious at first. For he looked at her as if he could eat her up.
"I'm Dr. Broderick," he told her, "and you're Jill.
Your mother has told me about your harrowing experiences in a Turkish prison."
Jill was suspicious of him now even more so. For he went into his office and locked the door behind her. Picking up his phone he notified his secretary that he didn't want to be disturbed until he called her.
Leaning back in his swivel leather chair he started speaking with her. He told Jill to relax and stretch out on his couch in the corner and tell him all about it.
"I thought you would want to look at my scar first," she said nervously. "I don't see what there is to talk about."
The doctor became angry.
"Young lady," he told her, "you are challenging my professional ethics. I always ask my patients what they have been through. It's just as important to know the psychological things that need healing as the physical."
Once Dr. Broderick had explained himself, Jill felt much better about it.
"Now let's see," the doctor continued. "When you were in this Turkish prison were you sexually assaulted, my dear?"
Jill didn't like to go into the ugly details but she figured that if that was the way the doctor functioned she might as well do it.
"Yes," she confessed, "they were absolute beasts. You have no idea what I suffered."
"I would like to hear," he told her quietly. "Go right ahead, dear."
Jill went on.
"There was a terrible Turkish guard who wanted to have sex with me."
"What precisely did he want to do?" he asked curiously.
"It's very personal," she replied without telling him anything that had happened.
"Sex usually is personal," the doctor nodded affirmatively, "but it's important that you explain to me the precise act. Then I can understand the psychological wounds that you suffered at their hands."
Jill went on talking.
"He was a mean monster," she continued, "and had a huge, thick penis. He stripped and showed himself to me. Then he demanded that I go down on him."
"I don't understand this modern terminology," the doctor told her, shaking his head grimly, "but I suppose you are referring to oral copulation."
"They call it 'blow job,' " she clued him in. "Well, I went down and sucked him off." The doctor listened. "Did you swallow his seed?" Jill nodded grimly.
"Yes, unfortunately," she quipped. "He forced me to do that to him. It was disgusting."
"Was it thick and hot?" the doctor asked, his eyes glinting with delight as he listened to the juicy details of the young girl's harrowing sexual encounter.
"Now that you mention it, yes," Jill confessed, "and I thought I would choke on it. I mean, he really had a load."
The doctor nodded.
"Yes, the Turks are a very prolific people."
Jill confessed that she didn't understand the meaning of the word "prolific." The doctor was more than willing to explain.
"Prolific means they have a lot of sex," he explained.
Jill nodded.
"You could say that again. Then there was this chief jailer. He was dreadful. He even wanted to do it the wrong way."
Scratching his nose nervously, Dr. Broderick asked her quickly, 'There are so many wrong ways, dear. Which wrong way are you referring to?"
"I'm referring to taking it from behind."
The doctor wasn't quite sure of what she meant and blurted out, "You mean, anal intercourse?"
She nodded.
"Technically it's called sodomy in the law books," he told her. "A most disgusting act. Did you enjoy it?"
Jill was outraged at the impertinence of his question.
"Yes, I suppose I did," she told him. "Why?" the doctor asked her curiously. Jill shrugged.
"Maybe it was the achievement. If you had seen how big and strong and long his cock was, you would have thought it was an achievement worthy of some kind of an award if you could cram all that cock meat into an ass-hole."
The doctor scowled at her.
"Young lady," he told her emphatically, "it seems as though you've been carried away by some of these sexual escapades. I'm really sorry to hear you talk about it like this, for it's obvious that you have lost your moral values."
Jill felt that he was getting far too involved with her moral scruples.
"Damn it all to hell, doctor," she exclaimed, "I didn't have many options. It was either that or suffer pain and torture."
The doctor opened his eyes wide and held out his hands nervously, "But, young lady, wasn't it pain and torture to be subject to anal intercourse? Certainly sodomy cannot be considered a great deal of pleasure. At least, the women I have met don't think so.
Jill was just beginning to suspect that the doctor had his own sexual hang-ups. She was certain that she detected unresolved conflicts in the way that he was talking.
"Jill, I wonder if you'd mind if I unzipped my fly, pulled out my cock and jacked off while you tell me about the chief jailer sodomizing your ass-hole?"
Jill glared at him.
"How dare you talk to me like that?"
"I don't apologize," Dr. Broderick insisted. "I am being frank and open and honest. If you were trying to be honest you would listen to me and do as I tell you. Lie back there, close your eyes and describe these different acts. It stimulates and arouses me just to listen to them. You want me to perform a service on you. Well, honey, let me tell you, I want to listen to what you have to say."
Jill was so angry that she pulled down her skirt, lifted up her panties and revealed the big "O" on her left buttock.
To her surprise Dr. Broderick got on his knees and caressed her ass cheeks with his tongue.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked the good doctor.
"I always get carried away when I see a beautiful ass," he told her. "And, honey, I can just imagine what it would be like to stick my prick up your behind, if you don't mind."
Before Jill had an opportunity to say no, the doctor bent over. He had his cock out and he was instantly plunging his penis between her buttocks. Jill was furious.
"What you don't know about ass fucking would make a ten-volume library," she told him. "Look, tiger, if you've got the Vaseline in the house you can use it on your cock. Then it will slip up nice and smooth. It's ridiculous jumping on like this. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, you old clunker."
The doctor sulked.
"I'm not old when it comes to having sex," he insisted. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm horny as hell. Now don't put me off. I really need it and bad."
The doctor went to his desk drawer. He pulled the top drawer out and got a tube of KY. Using the KY he applied it to his penis. Making sure his cock was coated with the slippery substance, he then prepared to poke his penis up her ass-hole.
Jill got on the floor. She stripped completely to make it easy for him.
"We really should make it a trade-off," she told him. "You screw my ass-hole and I get a free plastic job on my left butt."
The doctor didn't reply.
"Business is business," he finally blurted.
Saying that he flipped his slippery cock between her curving ass cheeks.
"You need to be fucked, honey," he told her, "and fucked good. And I'm the man to do it. Hang tight, baby, and fuck it."
With determination and drive he rammed it into her. Her hips swung around.
"Now you're screwing," he told her. "Just keep your tail twisting. Right on. Come on, baby, give me a fuck. That's how, .fuck it."
Driving his cock into her deeply he thrilled and excited her.
"Now you're screwing," he told her. "Hang tight, baby. Fuck off." With wild, hard cock stabs he went on ramming it into her. She became more aroused than ever.
"Now you're fucking, tiger," she told him. "Just keep stabbing it in there."
With rhythmic cock stabs, Dr. Broderick plunged his manhood in her ass up to the hilt. At first it was difficult for her ass muscles to stretch to accommodate the size of his swelling penis. However, once she became adjusted to it she didn't mind it at all.
"I'm having a ball," he cried out anxiously. "I feel like a young man again. Your cute ass did it for me. Twist your tail, baby."
Jill twisted her butt around. The good doctor went on ramming. He seemed to be enjoying it enormously.
"Oh, honey, let me finger your twat."
At that point Jill exclaimed, "Why not?"
Inserting two fingers in her pussy, he flipped them back and forth across her clit. This got her more aroused than ever.
"Now you're fucking," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
With penetrating cock stabs he continued sliding into her. She was getting more aroused every moment.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Fuck it. Come on, baby, fuck."
Suddenly he felt his balls burning. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer until the hot explosion. All at once the blazing cream in his cock erupted in her ass-hole. Twisting around he found new pleasure as she milked him.
"You've got your tail movements down to perfection," he informed her. "Just keep grinding that cute ass."
This was the kind of erotic excitement she needed. And she was turned on all the way. Her ass kept twisting and his penis kept plunging.
"You've got a smooth butt, baby," he told her, "and I know just how to use it."
Dr. Broderick pulled his penis out of her ass-hole.
"Now I feel guilty," he exclaimed anxiously. "And I don't know what to do about it."
Unlocking his door he called for his secretary, Miss Marpole, to come in.
"Angelina," he began, using Miss Marpole's first name, "look what I've done."
Jill was never so embarrassed in her life. She pulled up off the floor as quickly as she knew how.
"Apparently you've been having sex with another one of your patients. I warned you about that."
Miss Marpole came over to her. Wrapping her arms around Jill affectionately she apologized for her boss.
"He doesn't know how to treat a woman," she complained. "Oh, honey, let me love you."
Before Jill knew what was happening, Miss Mar-pole was licking her breasts.
"Angelina," the good doctor exclaimed, "leave her alone."
Angelina got carried away. She was licking all over Jill's large, firm breasts. Her tongue swept over her nipples. She was sucking hungrily on them now.
"Please, stop," Jill begged.
Angelina had now gone down on her pussy and Dr. Broderick was sucking her breasts.
"Isn't it wonderful having two for the price of one?" he winked.
Jill didn't find that funny.
"You ought to maintain a degree of professional dignity," she exclaimed nervously. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
The doctor wiped his mouth as he was drooling over her bosoms.
"I guess we all get carried away sometime. You're such a fetching young lady."
Angelina was nervous as a cat.
"Honey," she told her, "would you pump your pelvis back to me when I tongue fuck your pussy?"
The doctor got down there.
"Let me help," he begged Angelina. "I'll lick her ass-hole while you suck her pussy. How does that grab you?"
Jill felt left out completely. She leaned, letting the two of them lick around her crotch. One was on her pussy and the other was on her ass-hole.
"Oh, that does feel good," Jill panted as she felt the two of them going down on her body.
With one tongue slipping in her pussy and the other tongue flipping up her ass crack, she was in her own kind of heaven.
"This is better than the way they do it in Turkey," Jill panted as she pumped her pelvis and twisted her ass.
It didn't take her long to juice in Miss Marpole's mouth.
"Ohhh, suck me," she panted as the secretary ate her box.
Having finished her task, Miss Marpole pulled her tongue out of Jill's box.
"I want leavings," Dr. Broderick grinned as he flipped his tongue from her ass crack to her pussy.
Plunging his tongue in her pussy he whipped it around a couple of times. And then he decided he would fuck her. Mounting her now he plunged his cock into her. The secretary left the room nervously. The good doctor was ramming it to her with hard, deep, penetrating cock stabs.
"Fuck it," he panted as he rutted up her, "fuck it."
She squeezed her ass cheeks as he went on driving his thick penis into her pussy. Her pussy muscles clamped on his sliding, thrusting cock.
"Yes, baby," she begged him, "screw it."
He was obtaining great pleasure from ramming into her. And she was doing everything in her power to give him a good, hard fuck.
"That's it," he told her, "now you're fucking. Come on, baby, fuck it off."
The deep, hard strokes thrilled and excited her.
"Right on," he told her. "Oh, baby, I'll make it in a minute."
Dr. Broderick was true to his word. His pounding penis exploded in her pussy. She twisted around, letting her vagina muscles clasp his sliding cock as she got all the cream out.
When he pulled out of her he told her that he would get ready now for the plastic surgery.
Jill glared at him.
"You're not gonna do a damn thing with my left butt," she told him. "I'm gonna find another man to take care of me."
The doctor glanced at his crotch and his limp penis.
"If you suck it it'll come up again," he mumbled, "then I can take care of you." Jill had had enough.
"As far as I'm concerned, you're a fake. I don't want to have anymore to do with you."
As she left, the secretary was waiting for her and came over a moment.
"Look, baby," she whispered, "he's really a phony. He doesn't have a real doctor's degree. That is just a five-dollar diploma he bought from one of those stupid diploma mills. Honey, if you want to come over and have a good time with me, give me your phone number. Then we'll get together."
Jill was so angry that Angelina would suggest such a morbid thing that she snapped back, "I don't want anything to do with you. Both of you are sick, sick, sick!"
The secretary shrugged.
"It's your loss, doll," she told her as she left.
Angelina had really gotten uptight about the whole incident. It seemed as if her mother had made a vast mistake.
When Jill came home her mother was surprised that she hadn't had the operation.
"I thought you were going to have that taken care of," her mother shrugged. "What happened?"
"Dr. Broderick is not a doctor," she told her mother frankly. "He's a fake. He wanted to have sex with me."
Her mother was furious.
"I'll make trouble for him," she told Jill. "Don't worry about that. What did he do to my little baby?"
"Not anything different than a lot of Turks did in a jail," Jill said tightly.
Jill's old boyfriend, Bob, was anxious to get together with her. She had put it off, not wanting to go into the grim details of her bout with the Turkish prisons. Finally she had to get together with him.
Bob picked her up on Saturday night to take her to dinner. He never asked a word about her stay in Turkey until following the dinner and when he was driving her through a moon-lit, tree-shaded stretch of property not far from her house. Parking the car he wrapped his arms around her lovingly.
"It must have been awful, baby," he told her.
"You bet your ass it was," she agreed honestly. "I thought they'd kill me."
"Oh, baby, if anyone ever laid a hand on you," he told her, "I'd kill them."
She took to sobbing and then she broke down and told him what she'd experienced.
"They fucked me over and over," she told him. "They made me blow them. They even stuck it to me from behind. Oh, Bob, baby, you don't know what hell I've been through."
Bob was getting disgusted as he listened to her. He thought about the lonely nights that he'd spent while she was out getting screwed in Turkey.
"I've been through hell, too," he told her. "I wish I'd had a piece of ass. You were halfway around the world. So what could I do?"
Reaching over, Jill gripped Bob's penis.
"Pull it out, baby," he told her.
"I'll lick it for you," she smiled.
Bob was enthused.
"You never would do it before," he told her. "Why are you willing to do it now?"
"Because it needs sucking," she told him emphatically. "If I've learned one thing from my stay in jail it's that men have to get their rocks off every so often. How they do it isn't as important as that they actually get to do it. And, honey, I want to help you."
Her boyfriend was pleased with her desire to want to help. Jill bent over his cock. As her warm, moist mouth slid over his penis shaft, he became more aroused than ever.
"Suck it," he begged as she worked over his rod.
She fingered his balls. Finally she thought she would give Bob some real thrills.
"I'll give you some real excitement if we get in the back seat. We can take off everything."
Bob was game for it. Together they got in the back seat. He pulled off his pants and his shorts. He held his legs up just as she told him to. But he was hardly prepared for what she was willing to do. Before he knew what was happening she'd clasped his bare ass cheeks. She had her tongue swinging around his ass-hole and suddenly she was stabbing it right up his rectum. This really got him ignited.
"Suck off," he panted as he twisted around. "Suck my ass-hole, baby. Come on, suck it for me."
Right in the middle of the ass suck an officer went by in his car. He stopped, got out and flashed his light down on them.
The next thing that Jill knew she was being told by an officer what an immoral girl she was.
When they bofh wound up in jail and their parents had to come and get them, they wondered why. Finally Jill confessed.
"We were having sex." Her mother was shocked.
"Why, dear," she told her, "I thought you got enough sex in those Turkish jails to last you a lifetime."
Shaking her head, Jill told her flatly, "No, mom. I just got a sex education."
