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Slave Trader's Captive (MMMF, nc, mc)
first published by TheEditor
Anonymous Author 1997
Chapter 1
"One thousand Turkish Lira," said the taxi driver. "In
advance."
Penny Hale hesitated a moment, staring at the lean brown hand
extended over the back of the seat. The man was filthy and his
face reminded her of the pictures she had seen in books of the men
who had tortured the Crusaders such a long time ago. His teeth
were blackened, some broken off at the gums, and his left eye
seemed to be blind. The young blonde shivered and reminded
herself that the porter at the luxury hotel where she was staying
had selected this man as reliable. Finally she reached into her
purse, took out one crisp bill and paid him. With what seemed to
her to be a derisive smile, he took the money and stuffed it into
his torn shirt pocket. Then he started the engine and slowly
pulled out of the parking lot.
Soon they were weaving in and out of the heavy late evening
traffic of Istanbul. He certainly seemed to be a competent
driver, she thought, as he skillfully threaded through the human
obstacle course in the narrow streets. Suddenly they rose over
the crest of a hill and she gasped at the sight. Below she could
see almost all of the European side of the ancient city. The moon
was nearly full, and combined with the lights of the city, it
enabled her to get a panorama a hundred times more impressive than
any travel poster she had ever seen. She recognized in the
distance the famous Hagia Sophia, the Topkapi museum, the Blue
Mosque with its seven minarets pointing at the sky like so many
missiles ready to be fired. Beyond that, like a thick serpent
curled around the Golden Horn, the Bosporus glistened brightly in
the moonlight, separating the main part of the huge city from the
darker Asian side. She knew that on the other side where she was
going now there were camels and mud houses in some of the small
villages, and that the men still wore baggy pants and kerchiefs
tied around their heads. That much she had learned from the
brochures that she and her new husband had been reading over the
past year before finally deciding on Istanbul for their honeymoon.
The picturesque quality of the young boys running through the
streets with brass trays balanced on their hands carrying the tiny
dipper-like containers of thick black Turkish coffee, the strange
babble of voices coming in the windows of the taxi, the whole
exotic scene around made her suddenly very sad.
Why, oh why did it have to happen this way, she cried inside
her troubled mind.
Penny had been looking forward to her first night with Robert
for such a long time-she had never dreamed it would turn out this
way. It didn't seem possible that only two days ago she was still
living in her apartment in Philadelphia waiting for the arrival of
the so carefully planned wedding day. Only by the greatest effort
of her will could she recall her feelings of that time that seemed
so long ago now.
She and her fiance Robert Hale had been engaged for over a
year before that, and they had gone over every detail a hundred
times before the big day. Finally the actual moment of saying the
words that would tie them together forever came. Then under the
colorful shower of rice and confetti they ducked into the waiting
cab which had taken them directly to the International Airport.
Robert had kissed her passionately all the way there, whispering
into her ear that he would prefer to cancel their flight and
postpone the Turkish honeymoon until the next day. He had tried
his best to persuade her to check into a hotel near the airport,
but Penny was determined to go through with the original plan and
let him make love to her for the first time in the exotic setting
of a foreign city.
At the airport they had separated long enough to change from
their formal clothes to sensible travel suits, shipping her
wedding gown and his tuxedo back to her parents' house, and then
they began the series of delays and frustrations involved in
getting from one country to another.
First there had been the usual three-and-a-half-hour delay in
leaving the Philadelphia airport because of heavy air traffic.
Then the weather was so bad when they put down for refueling that
there was another six-hour wait. Finally, bleary-eyed and tired,
they had arrived in Istanbul the next day, only to find that their
reservation had been lost. They had waited almost two hours in
the lobby as the agent who had supposedly booked their suite
argued and gesticulated like a madman with the hotel manager.
Eventually they were shown up to a less luxurious room than the
one they had expected, and it was then, after the agent had been
given a big tip and the bellhop had smirked his way out of their
room, that Penny had first noticed that her husband Robert was in
a state of angry frustration.
So fatigued that she could barely think straight, Penny had
begun to carefully lay out her new nightgown and bedroom slippers.
Then she had collected several toilet articles from her cosmetic
case, and, trying her best to give Robert a girlish alluring smile
in spite of her fatigue, she had gone into the bathroom to prepare
herself for the moment they had both been waiting for.
The new bride was already very nervous about what was to
come, and then, when she had started to close the door, she was
half frightened out of her wits by the unexpected pressure on the
other side. Robert had followed without her knowledge and was
trying to prevent her from locking herself in the bath.
"Just a minute, Penny," he had said hoarsely in a voice she
hardly recognized. "You've held back long enough."
She had looked into his eyes in surprise at his tone, and the
expression she saw there had made her blood run cold with fright.
He had looked like a cornered wild animal about to attack, a
twisted mask of desperation distorting his face. Before she could
answer or react in any way, he had wrapped his fingers around her
wrist and jerked her back through the doorway, causing her to drop
the things she was carrying.
"Ohhhhh. Don't, Robert," the young wife had wailed, trying
to smile at him playfully. But his grip on her wrist was hurting,
and the tears began to well up in her eyes. "Please, Robert. I
have to bathe and fix myself up first," she had complained.
"You're hurting me. Let go!"
"In a minute," Robert had growled at her then. "First get
undressed and let me have what I've waited for so long. You've
tortured me enough for the past year, and now you're going to come
through."
Twisting her wrist violently he had flung her towards the
huge double bed and she had staggered to a stop with her back to
the foot of the mattress. Her eyes blurring with tears of pain
and humiliation at being treated this way by her husband of only a
few hours, Penny had stood meekly where she was, sobbing softly
and wishing more than anything else that she were back home in her
own apartment. She was so tired and felt so out of place in this
situation that she was feeling like a lost child in a big city.
Robert's harsh voice made her open her eyes again.
"I said strip!" he had yelled, like a stranger she had never
seen before. Slowly and reluctantly she had begun to undo the top
buttons of her corduroy travel suit while staring blankly at the
man she had so recently pledged to spend her whole life with.
Blinded by tears, she had heard the sound of his belt buckle
being unfastened and the metallic ripping sound of his pants
zipper going down. Then suddenly she had felt his hand under hers
on the front of her jacket. At that moment her vision had
suddenly cleared again, and she had seen him standing before her
completely naked. She had hardly noticed his hands tearing the
buttons from her jacket with one forceful downward motion as she
caught sight for the first time of his fully erect penis.
It's huge! the astonished young bride had gasped to herself.
Her husband's cock stood out from under his hard flat stomach like
a majestically rearing cobra, ready to strike into the frightened
inner depths of her trembling body.
It had only taken him a moment to tear her jacket and
matching skirt from her body, and she sobbed and sucked in her
breath as he tangled his fingers in the frilly white lace of her
slip. It was the first time she had worn the garment bought
especially for this momentous trip, but he had brutally jerked it
downward, ripping the flimsy material into shreds before throwing
it on the floor.
Then he had grabbed her up in his muscular arms and crushed
her to him, wetly kissing her first on the mouth and then on her
neck with fumbling lecherous fervor. She grew suddenly limp in
his embrace as though she were about to lose her balance and fall.
Robert had then guided her backwards to the bed while she
struggled weakly-and then all her strength ceased to exist. He
pushed her back farther, until the edge of the mattress caught her
behind the knees and jackknifed her legs, causing her to fall,
arms and legs spread-eagled, her stricken eyes staring glassy-eyed
up at the ceiling, her long blonde hair fanned halo-like about her
face.
Robert had bent down over her prostrate form, ripping off her
nylon brassiere with one impatient motion, revealing her heaving
white breasts to his lust-demented view for the first time since
they had known each other. Penny whimpered forlornly and covered
her tear-wet eyes with her arm to block out the sight of Robert's
face. It was distorted by passionate fury into an unrecognizable
visage out of a dreadful nightmare.
As she remembered those frantic minutes still fresh and vivid
in her memory, the bride of only a day shuddered in the back seat
of the taxi and loosed a broken sob from her lips. She had been
waiting just as impatiently as Robert for the first time with him
in bed, and he had ruined everything by his insensitive brutal
attack. If only he had had the self-control, she was sure it
would have been the exciting and beautiful act she had always
expected it to be.
But no, she thought, he had to act like a rampant rapist and
spoil the whole thing.
Once more her thoughts went back to the events of less than
an hour ago.
She had felt him move down over her, his wet lips brushing up
her side, and he had fastened his teeth harshly into the nipple of
her left breast. She had groaned up at him in pain, attempting to
twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands, playing
roughly over the firm softness of her thighs and hips, kept her
pressed into the mattress. His questing lips roamed wetly over
the white palpitating mounds of her breasts, causing a blissful
unwilling twitch that descended to her loins below.
She had almost begun to hope that he would wait and turn more
gentle and loving in his approach, but then suddenly his hands
moved together down to her hips. He had hooked his thumbs in the
elastic waistband of her white nylon panties, and, in a single
deliberate motion, he had torn them from her recoiling body. Then
she was lying before him completely naked, his unfeeling actions
making her feel like a cheap whore he had picked up off the
streets.
She lay panting under his gaze, frightened and disappointed,
her eyes still covered with the back of her arm, listening to him
breathing hoarsely as he took in the enticing sight of all her
exposed private bodily charms. Then she had heard his voice like
that of a stranger standing at a great distance.
"And now you're going to get fucked, you teasing little
bitch," he had growled down at her. "Spread your legs and show me
your cunt."
Penny had moaned incoherently at his obscene words, mortified
at being spoken to in such a fashion. Despite her fear and
weakened resistance, she could not force herself to reopen her
legs to let him see her defenseless vagina below. Suddenly she
felt his rough hands pressing outward on the insides of her
trembling thighs, which finally yielded before the relentless
pressure, once more splaying out to the side.
The frightened young bride had heard the hissing intake of
breath as he caught sight of her pinkly layered vaginal lips. She
knew he could see the tight blonde curls surrounding the narrow
pussy slit, and she had reluctantly moved her arm slightly, gazing
at him between the twin mounds of her firmly ripe breasts. As he
stared at the soft sensitive part down between her widespread
thighs, his eyes were glazed in the greed of his desire.
Without knowing exactly why, Penny moaned softly and squirmed
on the plastic-covered seat of the taxi winding through the
streets of Istanbul. Then she caught the look the driver was
giving her in the rear view mirror, and she looked out the window,
trying to seem unconcerned and unaffected by what she was
remembering.
She had seen Robert's tongue flick wetly over his tightly
stretched lips as he stared at her naked exposed genitals, until,
with an animal groan that seemed to come from the depths of his
soul, he had thrown himself forward on top of her prostrate body.
His hands were all over her, grasping desperately at her quivering
white breasts, pinching all around the smoothness of her buttocks
pinned to the mattress beneath, grappling her firm innocent young
body up tighter against his as if he wanted to crush the life out
of her. Then his right hand was fumbling down between their
bodies, and he had taken the hard throbbing length of his penis
between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery
head to part the warm tender lips of her vagina. She had turned
her head to the side on the bed, closing her eyes tightly with a
shudder as she felt the blunt tip come into contact with the
sensitive edges of her cringing virginal pussy. She gasped and
held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying absolutely
still in subjugated helplessness under her new husband, not dating
to breathe until she felt his next move.
"Noooo, wait," she had pleaded with him, her voice trembling
as she felt the first shocking pressure against the tight elastic
opening of her vagina.
He shoved.
"Aaaaaaagh, wait! It's too big!" she moaned in agony as the
huge tip slipped through, stretching wide the small slightly wet
cuntal opening until Penny thought her thighs were splitting apart
from the relentless outward pressure.
"God, no, please, you're hurting, you're hurting me!" She
had been almost crying as she jerked open her eyes in fear and saw
by his face that he had not even heard her. He was lost in the
throes of his first real chance to get at her innocent body, and
he was completely oblivious to everything else, even her pleading
cues.
Suddenly, his demonically twisted face had taken on a
contorted expression of sheer raw hunger as he looked down at the
lithe blonde-haired woman he seemed to hardly recognize. His
young bride was helplessly pinned under his heavy weight, the head
of his pulsing young penis buried hotly in the soft curling hair
of her cunt. He fell forward then, his heaviness smashing her
full rounded breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust
his hips forward at the same time and his hard thick cock slipped
into her pussy like a driving iron rod pushing the moistly
resistant flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it.
There was no stopping it until he gave a loud deep-chested groan
as his testicles slapped heavily into the quivering cheeks of her
tightly clenched buttocks.
"Oooohhhhhh! Ooohhhhhhh!" she wailed beneath him, her legs
flailing out to the side as she tried to ease the searing pain of
her abruptly ended virginity. She had never been so utterly
filled in her life, and his rock-hard, impaling cock felt as
though it had torn her vagina into a thousand tiny shreds as he
rammed into her without thought of mercy or injury to her tender
young insides. And now it lay sunk deep in her belly, filling it
to the point of bursting. There was not a single ridge of flesh
that she could not feel as the quaking inner flesh of her cunt
accommodated the intruding cock, encased in the hot vaginal sheath
like a heated dagger planted cruelly into her belly.
Almost without hesitation, the impassioned young husband had
then begun to make long sliding strokes in and out of his new
wife's tortured cunt, groaning with each inward thrust as though
he wanted to pierce her through and through. Then almost as
abruptly as it had begun, just at the point when she had felt her
vagina lubricating its passage and easing its smooth strokes, she
had felt his cock begin to jerk wildly inside her as he pumped
vigorously up into her wide-stretched loins. He mumbled
incoherent obscenities above her as his spewing cock exploded,
filling her with hotly spurting sperm, finally sinking its
ejaculating length in to the hilt and holding it there. It
throbbed and quivered like a wounded animal for a long time, while
Robert slowly and painfully ground his pelvis in close circles
against hers as she felt his full load of cum emptying into the
inner softness of her belly. Finally his hardness was depleted-
she felt his penis begin slowly deflating inside her as he
collapsed in exhaustion over her nearly lifeless young body.
The ravaged young bride had felt him gradually regain control
of his breathing, and then, without warning, he had raised himself
up away from her, his now limp penis slipping wetly out of her
sore stretched cunt with a slight sucking sound, a thin trail of
hot sticky sperm trailing after it to seep down the smooth
interior of her thighs.
Penny groaned in mortification in the taxi as she remembered
what had happened next. Robert had stood up away from the bed and
had looked down at her with nothing but uncaring disdain in his
eyes.
"I don't know why I waited so long," he had spat the words
out. "It wasn't even worth the trouble." With that he had
hurriedly begun to get dressed, starting for the door as he put
his jacket on again. "I'm going out to find myself a good piece
of ass," he had hissed brutally at her. "Somebody who knows how
to fuck."
And then he was gone, leaving her lying there to feel used
and useless in her ravaged nakedness.
She had cried to herself for an hour or more after he had
left, and then she had pulled herself weakly from the bed to take
the shower he had prevented before.
It was while she stood weeping under the stinging streams of
hot water that she had come to her decision to leave the hotel
before he could return and subject her to still further
humiliation. She had dressed and packed her things back into the
suitcase she had so recently emptied.
On a sudden impulse in the lobby she had leafed through the
brochures lying on the counter and decided to go to a motel she
saw pictured in one of them, close to the historical site of
ancient Troy. She had ignored the leering laughter hovering in
the eyes of the night porter, finally getting into this taxi in
which she now rose through the mysterious looking city toward the
ferry to take them to the other side.
Though she had no idea what she would do after she had
arrived at the motel, she was certain that she was doing the right
thing. If she ever decided to let Robert know where she was, he
would realize that he had to treat her with more respect and
tenderness than he had so far. He would have to learn that she
had feelings too, and when that happened she was sure she would be
able to give him as much pleasure as any of those street whores he
had gone out to find.
Meanwhile she would just go right on and enjoy seeing the
strange new country she was in -she would try to forget everything
that had occurred. Then they might be able to start all over
again.
Penny felt the bump and lurch of the taxi as it passed from
the hard asphalt surface onto the ramp of the ferry, and when they
had stopped in the depths of the boat, she got out to see if she
could find some coffee on one of the upper decks. When she
reached the top of the steps leading up from where the cars were,
she glanced back at the hazily silhouetted city. Something struck
her as strange and then it finally dawned on her. The minarets
thrusting up all over the place from the hundreds of mosques were
like so many erect penises aiming at the moon. She laughed to
herself, remembering that only a few hours before they had seemed
like missiles aiming at the moon.
I'll show him who's sexy when we get together again, she
whispered softly to herself.
She suddenly heard a light cough near her in the darkness and
turned to see a Turk with a dark mustache running his eyes up and
down her figure. Than she noticed a lighter patch on his black
suit, and looking more closely, she realized with a start what it
was.
He had unbuttoned his fly for her benefit! With a crawling
sensation of horror running up and down her back, she discovered
that he was holding his thick penis in his hand, slowly
masturbating as his eyes roamed over the contours of her young
body. She cried out in disbelief and hurried back to the taxi
below. There she rolled up all the windows and locked the doors
from the inside, not daring to move again until the ferry reached
the other side and they were speeding off toward the distant motel
on the Dardanelles.
Chapter 2
The taxi entering the long driveway into the motel was
visible from the night manager's office. Osman, on duty alone in
the nearly deserted motel, was surprised to see the car and
wondered who could be arriving at this time of the night. He had
been bored by the lack of activity, but now his interest was
aroused. He quickly slipped on his maroon blazer and stepped
briskly out to meet the car now pulling to a halt outside his
office. He could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the young
girl sitting all alone in the back seat and his blood began to
pound in his temples. Even if this young innocent-looking girl
was some rich man's mistress coming to wait for him here, it could
prove to be an interesting evening.
When he learned from the driver that she was American and
would be alone, it was all he could do to keep from showing the
excitement in his face, but he maintained his calm, efficient
manner.
"Good evening, Madame," he said in an obsequious voice.
"Osman, at your service." He bowed deeply as he opened the door
of the taxi, offering his arm to assist her. Penny deliberately
ignored his gesture and stepped out of the car on her own, casting
an aloof glance in his direction, which was not lost on Osman,
although he swallowed his pride and kept smiling at her. There
would be plenty of time for him to even the score for her
completely unwarranted rejection of his attentions if he had his
way.
"Madame wants a cottage to herself? With a view?" He
suggested in his senile way. He knew her type very well. As long
as he pretended to bow and scrape to her, she would be satisfied.
"You have a vacancy then?" she asked. "They told me in
Istanbul that you were hardly ever full. I guess they were
right." Secretly the young fugitive wife was wondering why the
motel was not jammed with people. Even in the dark she could see
that it was a magnificent place to stay. The cabins were
scattered about in a pine wood overlooking the water, with a
lovely view of the islands scattered in the Dardanelles below.
But she knew from her reading previous to the trip that the way to
treat foreigners was to keep them off-balance by being haughty and
disdainful. It would never do to let them think they had the
upper hand, especially if you were an American.
"I suppose that will do," the lovely blonde said as though to
nobody in particular, glancing around the office they had now
entered as if expecting it to be infested with vermin. "You can
get my bags from the taxi."
Without another word, Osman returned to the taxi and told the
driver to put the bags in cabin number fourteen. He waited
outside the door until the taxi driver returned ready to leave.
Reaching through the window, Osman gave the one-eyed driver five
hundred lira.
"You didn't bring the madame here, do you understand?" he
whispered in a harsh voice. "She changed her mind, and you took
her to the airport."
The driver smiled knowingly and stuffed the money in his
pocket. He took a good look at Osman's face-this was a good thing
to remember for the future. Then he slipped the car into gear and
pulled away from the lights of the motel.
"If Madame will follow me?" Osman said when the taxi was
gone. He led Penny with a flashlight along the pathway winding
among the isolated cabins until they reached the most remote one
of all. The light had been left on inside by the taxi driver and
Osman held the door while she walked in and looked around.
Penny was still a little dazed from her sudden decision to
leave Robert and from the dangerous trip up the winding road to
the motel. She glanced into the bathroom once and wished she were
already soaking in the bath.
"All right, the room will be fine," she said at length to
Osman, who was waiting expectantly by the open door. "If you
could bring me something warm to drink before I go to bed?"
"Of course, Madame. A hot brandy and milk?" Osman suggested.
With a little special brew of my own, he added to himself.
"Yes. That'll do," Penny answered. When Osman didn't close
the door and leave her alone, she became suddenly short-tempered
and tried to put him in his place with her tone. "Well? What are
you waiting for? Please get me the drink now!" She was
exasperated. Here she was, tired and frightened and eager to be
alone to think things out, and this stupid man only stood there
staring at her. It was too much.
"At once, Madame," he said with a little self-deprecatory
bow. "If I could please have your passport. Motel regulations
require that I fill out certain forms." He smiled at the way she
looked flustered and embarrassed under his insistent gaze. Then
finally she seemed to understand what it was he wanted, and she
dug into her purse searching for her passport. When she handed it
to him with an annoyed flick of her waist, she looked coldly up at
his face.
"Now will you please bring me the drink so that I can go to
bed?" she intoned in a frigid voice. She didn't quite understand
how, but this night manager was making her very nervous and
uncomfortable and she wished he would leave.
"Thank you, Madame. It will take a moment for the brandy and
milk, since the bar is closed. Excuse me," he said, maintaining
his cool exterior. He knew that he was making the innocent-
looking young woman uncomfortable, and he was enjoying himself.
But he knew there was a lot more pleasure to come and hurried back
to the office to mix up his special nightcap for young ladies who
came to the motel alone.
After hiding the girl's passport, which he had no intention
of registering in the guest-book, he took the sleeping powder from
his private locker, and after a moment's thought, reached into the
inside pocket of his sport jacket to get the tiny lump of hashish
he always carried. I might as well give her some pleasant dreams
as well, he chuckled to himself as he began to mix the drink.
When he had heated the milk on the single burner alcohol stove, he
dumped in the strong brandy and sprinkled the two powders on top.
He stirred in the whitish sleeping potion and the dark brown
hashish carefully, humming to himself as he thought of the
promising evening he had ahead.
While Osman was gone, Penny had quickly changed into a frilly
negligee she had brought especially for her wedding night and
started running the bath water
She heard the light knocking at her door, and opened it just
wide enough for him to pass the tall warm glass to her. She tried
to give him a scathing glance of dismissal, but the way he was
staring at her partly revealed figure caught her off guard, and
she hurriedly pulled the neck of her negligee close together with
her free hand and looked away, closing the door almost in his
face. She had never been so affronted in her whole life. His
penetrating eyes had bored straight through the negligee Penny was
wearing. She didn't like this night clerk and the way he looked
at her. He had stripped her bare with his glances and she knew it
wouldn't take much carelessness on her part to provoke him into
getting out of line. She had never seen such a raw animal lust in
a man's eyes before as when the night manager's locked on the
cleavage showing between her firmly ripe breasts. Her hands
inadvertently covered them as she trembled in repulsion at the
thought of his hands touching her.
God, what a beautiful set of breasts she must have hidden
under that gown, Osman thought to himself after she had closed the
door in his face. He had only caught a brief glimpse of the
rising swell of creamy-white flesh where her negligee had fallen
open, but it was enough to start his blood pumping down in his
loins. Without wasting another minute, he let himself quietly
into the adjoining storeroom and pushed aside the cover of the
tiny peephole he had installed long ago. Putting his eye close to
the narrow opening, he could see nearly the whole interior of the
bathroom and on beyond through the door to the double bed
positioned directly in his line of sight. He caught a slight
movement at the edge of the doorway, and he licked his lips in
anticipation of what was to come. He noticed with satisfaction
that she was taking a deep draught of the drink he had made as she
stepped into the bathroom. Then she set the drink down on the
edge of the bathtub and hummed softly and sadly to herself as she
slowly slipped the negligee from her shoulders.
It was all Osman could do to keep from groaning out loud at
the sight. She was facing over the bathtub directly toward him as
she started to remove the flimsy garment, gradually revealing her
naked young body to his gaze.
He muttered a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as her fully
rounded white breasts burst into the open air of the bathroom.
Then- there was nothing left. She stood before his gaze
completely naked, like the goddess Venus. He let his eyes run
down over the firmly swelling curves of her body, noting with
mounting excitement the wide fullness of her hips and the blonde
triangle of curls up between her luscious-looking white thighs.
He could just make out in her standing position the narrow pink
lips of her vagina pouting tightly closed up between her long
tapering legs. He felt his stiffening penis jerk up eagerly
inside his pants as he watched, and he cupped his excited loins in
both hands to better enjoy the pleasant aching sensations
beginning to spread through his genitals. Once more he let his
vision glide back up over the smooth flat belly to her breasts.
Osman's mouth watered. He could hardly wait to get his hands
and mouth on those tantalizing pink nipples and to twist and churn
them into the rock hardness of passion. He smiled to himself as
he watched her lift the glass of milk and brandy to her lips
again, wincing slightly as she made a face at the slightly odd
taste the sleeping powder and hashish gave the drink. He held his
breath as she looked into the glass with a puzzled expression on
her face, and then relaxed again when she shrugged her bare
shoulders slightly and took another long sip. Suddenly she turned
her back to him and bent over to take something from the overnight
bag she had placed on the floor. Small beads of perspiration
broke out on Osman's upper lip as he stared directly at the fleshy
half-moons of her buttocks. He could see the tiny mouth of her
tightly puckered anus nestled in the narrow crevice between her
ass-cheeks as she leaned over, and the thin pink flanges of her
cuntal slit beneath.
The spying Turk groaned and squeezed his now fully erect cock
between his hands through the material of his trousers, wishing
that he could ram its throbbing length up into the warm tightness
of her cunt without further delay. He felt as though his bloated
testicles would explode from the excruciating pressure building up
inside, and it was almost with a sense of relief that he watched
her turn around again and drop two pellets of bubble-bath into the
water. Without waiting for the perfumed capsules to dissolve in
the steaming hot water, Penny stepped over the side of the tub and
sat down into the water with a long drawn-out sigh of pleasure.
She leaned back with her eyes closed as if about to go to sleep,
her fingers curled around the glass perched on the edge of the
tub.
Soon her voluptuous young body was completely lost to Osman's
sight as the many-colored bubbles began to lock together around
her reclining figure, and Osman quietly let the peephole cover
drop back into place. Very soon he could come back and watch her
dry her body and get into bed, but first he had to make two phone
calls-very important calls.
* * *
The motel night manager had called Madame Afet many times
before. By now she had learned to trust his judgment. Never had
he failed to deliver into her hands a girl lovely enough to bring
a high price in her very specialized market. The men she supplied
with nubile young women were always more than satisfied with the
merchandise, even when they were extremely demanding in their
tastes. Their insistence on American or English girls in their
early twenties, with full but not overly mature figures, blonde
hair, and blue eyes had always seemed much too narrow to Madame
Afet. She didn't understand why some of the dark-haired, dark-
eyed, voluptuously proportioned Turkish provincial girls wouldn't
satisfy their requirements, but she had long since stopped trying
to talk back to the money these men could afford to pay.
As usual, before going out to view the new prize Osman was
offering her, she chose one of her most alluring clinging silk
dresses. She knew that Osman was lecherous almost beyond belief,
and she reasoned that she could always distract him if necessary
by using her still well contoured body as a lure to his attention.
Perhaps she was no longer fit to be a nightclub belly-dancer and
stripper at the age of thirty-six, she thought as she looked at
herself in the mirror before putting on the tight dress. But she
was still considered quite a delicious feast of a woman by most
men. And she had never hesitated to use her bodily charms to get
anything she might want.
After she was dressed and perfumed to her satisfaction, she
opened the wall safe of her modern apartment in the heart of
Istanbul and pulled a stack of lira notes from the metal box
inside. She counted out seventy-five hundred lira, a little over
five hundred American dollars, and hesitated before replacing the
lid over the rest of the money. Osman had seemed very definite on
the phone in saying that this girl was something really special.
That meant that he was going to up the price considerably if he
could possibly get by with it. After a moment's thought, Madame
Afet removed another three thousand in cash and placed it with the
rest of the money in her purse. He wouldn't dare ask for any more
than that, no matter what the girl looked like, she thought to
herself. Then she locked the safe once more and covered it with
the painting of a naked woman.
She had already sent for her usual driver and he was waiting
in the car downstairs when she reached the exit from her building.
"Merhaba," she said in greeting as she slid into the back
seat of the long black sedan. As they pulled away from the curb,
she noticed with satisfaction that her driver had not forgotten to
remove the inside door handles of the roomy back seat. Since that
one girl a long time ago had managed to slip out the car door,
even though she was half-conscious at the time, he had never
neglected to take this precaution. That one had cost him a lot of
money, and he wouldn't let it happen again.
She watched the pedestrian traffic of late evening Istanbul
with relish as they worked their way toward the water. She was
feeling warm and grateful to all the tourist agencies of the world
that kept sending her supplies of beautiful young unattached
women. She was relaxed and happy as she rode along, secure in the
knowledge that she would never again have to be poor-at least not
so long as there were young girls out in the world on their own,
and lecherous men who were willing to pay to get their sweaty
hands on foreign delicacies with fair skin and hair.
* * *
Unknown to Madame Afet, Osman had at times also dealt with
another person in Istanbul, a man named Nisli Bey. Nisli was rich
enough to be able to pay sometimes almost double the price Madame
Afet could, provided the girl was his type. His taste seemed to
go through phases, however, and Osman could never be sure he would
want the offered victim. Nisli always broke in the young women
himself before selling them to isolated mountain chieftains, and
it was therefore his own taste that mattered, not the demands they
might make.
This was the first time that Osman had called them both for
the same girl, but he had two things in mind: First, he thought
they might bargain with each other and give him a better price
than he might otherwise get; and second, he wanted to be sure to
get the delectable young blonde out of the motel before the
morning help came on duty. He had had a couple of close calls
before, trying to hide girls from view all day, and he knew he
would be running a risk in failing to report her in the register
this time. It might mean his job if it were found out, and he had
too good a set-up where he was to want to lose it.
As the scheming night manager hung up the telephone after the
second call, the one to Nisli Bey, he glanced at his watch and
estimated that it would be at least two hours before either of the
interested parties could arrive. He greedily licked his lips and
walked hurriedly back toward the cabin where the American beauty
should just about be finished with her bath. He hoped that she
had also finished drinking the special potion he had given her-
then he would be able to do what he wanted with her before Afet
and Nisli showed up.
Once more lifting the cover from the peephole and looking
into the room where Penny was in fact now finishing her bath, he
leaned forward, his breath coming in short gasps as he saw her
carefully toweling her naked body before the mirror. She rubbed
the rough-textured material a last time over her burstingly full
breasts and down along the insides of her shapely thighs, seeming
to shiver slightly when the terry-cloth came into contact with the
sensitive pink mouth of her pussy; then she hung the towel on the
back of the door. She turned out the light in the bathroom and
walked out of Osman's view into the other room. He could hear her
digging in her suitcase for something, and then, before long, she
crossed into his line of vision again.
Penny had put on a filmy nightgown that covered her firm
luscious body only down to the tops of her full supple thighs.
She was carrying the nearly empty glass Osman had prepared for
her, and she turned it up in the air to drain the last bitter-
sweet dregs into her mouth. Then she sat down on the bed and lay
back, her feet facing directly at the peephole where the lustful
voyeur was standing. The thin nylon gown snaked its way up over
the white flat plane of her belly, exposing the soft blonde
silkiness at the junction of her slightly spread legs. Seeing the
tempting pink slit up between the sparse curls, he could hardly
wait to part the velvety folds with his fingers when he would
later sneak into her room.
Osman's bulging eyes followed the sinuous contours of her
hips up over the rising and falling rib cage to the creamy white
mounds of her breasts. They were set slightly close together and,
through the thin covering of her nightgown, he could see the
little buds of her taut pink nipples. Penny stretched languidly
on the bed, revealing even more to his staring eyes the enticing
treasure up between her long tapering legs. Then she rolled onto
her stomach, her well-rounded buttocks clenching involuntarily as
she stretched out one arm to turn off the light in the room. For
a moment it was almost pitch black, and then Osman could see that
she had opened the blinds to let in the moonlight. In the soft
glow coming through the window he could see her once more roll
over onto her back as she prepared her body for sleep. She had
one leg stretched straight out, pointing at the foot of the bed,
and the other was bent to the side and up, leaving the wide open
"vee" up between her thighs fully exposed to his gaze. Then,
finally, she seemed to fall asleep.
Osman waited patiently. His potion had never failed him
before. Not only would she sleep so soundly that she would never
fully wake up before at least eight hours had passed, but she
would have erotic dreams that would make it even more interesting
for him.
He would show this proud American bitch a thing or two, this
blonde beauty who felt she was so superior that she could dismiss
him as so much dirt when he tried to be friendly and helpful and
polite. He clenched his fist passionately as he saw her squirm
around on the bed in her drowsiness. It was light enough in the
room that he could see her slim form stretched sensuously along
the length of the bed. Her thighs had fallen apart a little more
now and he could easily make out the wisping curls that covered
the mound of her lower belly and the tender lips of the gaping
slit beneath. He lustfully ran his tongue over his teeth as he
fingered the master key in his pocket. He would have to wait a
few more minutes. His body was soaked in perspiration now from
the very thought of that haughty young bitch squirming in helpless
surrender beneath his excited body. He listened to the almost
imperceptible ticking of the watch on his wrist, until finally he
could stand it no longer.
He returned to the breezeway outside the cabin, carefully
tiptoeing to the door of the runaway blonde's room and fitting the
key quietly in the door. He opened it slowly, pushing his head
into the darkened room, listening for any sounds. There was none,
except the soft breathing of the motionless form on the bed. He
closed the door silently behind him, locking it to insure that no
one would disturb them. He looked intently through the semi-
darkness of the room. The head of the sleeping girl was facing up
at the ceiling, her eyes shut tight as if in a deep hard sleep,
yet she moved slightly from time to time as though troublesome
dreams were entering her head from the mysterious other world she
had entered.
Osman moved cat-like around the foot of the bed, not taking
his eyes from the reclining figure sprawled back limply on it.
She had drawn her bent knee up still higher on the bed till it was
even with her hip, the smooth white flesh of the inner thigh
gleaming faintly in the dim moonlight. The soft blonde hairs
covering the pinkly exposed lips of her vagina were plainly
visible to his squinting eyes as they adjusted to the weak light
in the room.
He involuntarily drew in his breath with a sharp hissing
sound. He had screwed many young, lovely women on this same bed,
but never an American and never a woman so innocent and pure as
this one. Never one so proud and deliciously alluring. He would
never enjoy humiliating anyone so much as this virginal young
thing slowly sinking into a heavy drugged sleep.
The thought of helpless mewling grunts of pleasure coming
from those sensual lips goaded his thickening penis into rock-
hardness. He could feel the hot blood throbbing painfully into
its swollen head, where tiny droplets of white seminal fluid had
already begun to seep from the sensitively aching tip and smear
wetly against his tense belly. Silently he unbuttoned the fly of
his trousers and let his heavily pulsing cock burst free of all
restraints, slightly easing the pain building in his cum-laden
testicles below.
He slowly massaged the thick heavy foreskin back and forth
over the throbbing cock-head as he edged his way around the bed
toward the now helpless blonde bride lying before him. The drug
had done its work well. The hard rod of flesh in his hand was
jerking eagerly as he pictured ramming it up between those wide-
open thighs, burying its thick head far up inside her haughty
little belly.
Osman removed the maroon blazer he was wearing, then loosened
his belt and let his pants drop heavily to the floor. His
hardness stood out fully exposed, his bold menacing erection
pointing out over the spread-eagled body on the bed beneath. He
slowly unbuttoned his slightly dirty, sweaty shirt and threw it
without looking into a chair in the corner of the room. He left
his shoes and socks on in case Afet and Nisli came and he had to
get dressed in a hurry, but he hoped he wouldn't have to leave
this delicious young bitch until he had drained them both dry of
every ounce of strength in their bodies.
He stood for a moment longer over her motionless body,
stroking himself into a rigidity that threatened to explode into
streaming white-hot spurts at any moment. He considered for a
moment going ahead, for it would give him great pleasure to cum
over her sleeping face and molded white breasts below. But he
decided to wait for a future opportunity.
The lewdly incited Turk couldn't resist forcing one indignity
on her, however, before he fucked her in the cunt. He would be
risking an orgasm before he had done everything he wanted to do,
but he just had to see those moistly parted sensual lips close
around his thick shaft, if only for a moment. He kneeled down on
the edge of the bed and turned her head gently toward his
throbbingly erect penis.
Then his pulse quickened when the sleeping blonde unknowingly
moved her hand to search down over her flat white belly. She
pulled her knees up until only her toes touched the mattress.
Finally her hand found the opening of her soft, down-covered pussy
and she gently fingered the moistening slit up between her thighs.
Then she stretched her long tapering legs out flat on the bed,
and, arching the muscles of her back, she lifted her tightly
clenched buttocks off the bedspread, leaving her upthrust vaginal
furrow nakedly exposed to the mercy of his gaze. Osman breathed
heavily above her as her fingers slowly spread the delicate hair-
lined lips until the wet inner folds were pinkly visible to the
lewd hunger in his eyes.
As the small mouth-like office eagerly opened to accept the
young bride's own probing fingers, Osman gasped out loud in his
rising passion. The drugged woman slowly inserted her extended
middle finger up into the soft velvety cuntal folds, at the same
time stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris into a quivering
hardness. He was hypnotized by the lewdness of the sight as the
aroused blonde increased the sensual movements of her body on the
bed. She began slipping her finger smoothly in and out between
the glistening wet walls of her cunt, her legs suddenly
jackknifing up again, her knees tight against her flattened
breasts, her creamy rounded buttocks rising and falling in rhythm
to her stroking finger. A gentle purr-like moan of unconscious
pleasure floated up from her moistly parted lips-until Osman could
stand it no longer.
Her mouth was still only a scant few inches away from his
erectly expanded penis, and he pushed his hips slowly forward
toward her sideways-turned face, placing the wet sticky cock-head
in the warm crevice formed by her passion-parted lips. He placed
one thumb under her nose and the other on her chin, pulling slowly
outward until the heavy bulbous cock dropped in between her
stretched lips and rested lightly against her teeth, the soft
flesh of her mouth forming a heated furrow along its throbbing
length. He slowly flexed his hips back and forth, several small
droplets of clear cum-fluid seeping from the end of his pulsing
glans to mingle with the warm saliva forming inside her burning
oral cavern. He could feel the hot air from her slightly flaring
nostrils flowing excitingly against his rigid member as she
breathed in breathless, heaving gasps.
In a sidelong glance Osman could see her still shoving her
middle finger up into the gradually widening opening of her cunt.
God, he could easily shoot his hot stream into her virginal young
throat right now just looking at the obscene manipulations. He
thought of what it would be like to see her Adam's apple bobbing
in her throat as she unwillingly swallowed his fiery load of cum,
but he decided against it.
The wildly excited Turk reached one hand down to the hem of
the drugged blonde's flimsy negligee, sliding it slowly up her
sleek milk-white belly, then on over the gleaming swell of her
breasts, until her whole naked torso was exposed to his view.
Although he had seen her unclothed body through the peephole, it
hadn't excited him nearly as much as having her here now, spread
helplessly beneath him where he could touch and fondle her to his
heart's content.
With the thumb and forefinger of one hand he reached down and
squeezed her soft lips tighter around his hotly throbbing penis,
continuing the even stroking motion he was now making into her
mouth. The other hand moved over her magnificent ripe breasts,
tweaking the little pink nipples alternately between his fingers
until he could feel them leaping into eager hardness in response
to his touch.
The semi-conscious young woman shifted slightly on the bed
beneath him, moaning softly as though she were gradually becoming
aware of his presence. He held himself still, grasping his
achingly hard cock, afraid for a moment that his drug-potion had
not done its work completely. His heavy pulsating shaft slipped
lightly from between her parted wet lips, leaving a few almost
invisible threads of sticky cock-lubricant trailing behind it.
"Oh, Robert, my darling husband," she mumbled thickly through
the mind-numbing effects of the drugs. "We've waited for so long.
Come to me my darling. Please ..."
The bride of only a day had become dimly aware of the
maddening waves of sensation coursing through her veins and, in
her drugged condition, thought she had seen the shadowy movement
of her husband in the room. She was totally unaware that she was
half-dreaming, and that her erotic feelings were being caused not
by her love for her husband, but by the hashish and sleeping
potion in the milk and brandy she had drunk. She knew only that
it felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her troubled
mind and that now things would be all right between them. Robert
would be considerate of her feelings now and would take her as she
had always dreamed he would. She could feel her blood stirring
hotly deep within her belly, and she knew she wouldn't fail him
this time.
Osman smiled to himself above her. The mixture had worked
its strange magic as it always had before.
The little bitch thinks I'm her husband, he grinned lewdly to
himself. He remembered that her passport identified her as a
single American girl of twenty-two years, which meant that she
must have been married only recently to this Robert. Perhaps they
had never even fucked yet. The thought that she might still be an
innocent, untried virgin made his thick expanded cock jerk wildly
in his hand, and he stroked the throbbing rod slowly, running his
free hand lightly over the full enticing mounds of her breasts and
down over her quivering white belly to the mysterious blonde pubic
triangle below. Gently he shoved her manipulating hand away from
her moistly responding cunt, thrusting his own extended middle
finger into the ready and waiting wetness inside.
"Ohhh, darling, darling. Be gentle," the girl droned on
beneath him. "I'll make you so happy, Robert. Please be gentle."
Penny was dreaming on, her body now becoming alert to the
magic caresses turning her tingling body into a hot vessel of
passionate desire. Tiny thrilling goosebumps dotted the whiteness
of her druggedly sensitive skin while hot flashes of sheer
unadulterated lust shot up through her widespread loins.
God, how she wanted him! Her body ached and burned to be
touched gently and with understanding as he was doing it now.
The new bride pushed from her thoughts the insensitive rape
her young husband had subjected her to in the hotel earlier that
night. She just wanted to make up for all the time she had denied
him and herself the natural ways of merging their bodies into one.
She felt as though she wanted him to climb right up inside her, to
possess her, to still the thunder and hot lightning that was
building up deep, deep inside from the ministrations of his
maddening fingertips playing softly over her defenseless
nakedness.
Perhaps he would understand her now, understand that she
herself had suffered as much as he had while they were waiting-
that she had wanted him badly too. Now it was different, she was
thinking in her dreamy drug-induced state; they were here together
alone, and now they were married and completely free to give each
other all that they had to give.
In a mental haze, she passed her tongue slowly over her moist
lips, savoring the pungent taste of aroused cock still clinging to
them. It did strange things to her-the odor and taste coursing
through her entire being like a love potion, lighting little fires
in her turgidly erect nipples and causing a throbbing in the nerve
ends deep up in her warm throbbing vagina. She writhed and
twisted her body on the bed, groaning softly up into the dimly-
lighted room. She could feel tiny dewdrops of moisture gathering
down there between her legs as her nakedly palpitating pussy lips
began a slow spasmodic contracting, clasping wetly together up
between her quivering thighs.
Osman grinned, his greedy dark eyes feasting lewdly on her
unconsciously squirming nakedness.
Gently he pulled his finger from her cunt and moved his knees
on the bed, crouching on all fours over her undulating young body,
pushing her unresisting milk-white thighs wider apart. Then he
crawled up between them, his knees pressed outward against her
ankles and his face panting a few inches above the openly spread
pinkness of her loins. He passed his tongue hungrily over his
lips as his eyes bored down at her gleaming pussy rotating
sensuously and expectantly just below his extending tongue. He
could see her moist juices glistening in the tiny pink opening of
her vagina, slowly seeping and spreading down the full length of
the delicious narrow valley of tender young pussy-flesh. Her
flowing love-juices trailed on down between the rounded cheeks of
her buttocks pressed tightly into the mattress below.
Through half-closed eyes, the drugged young blonde could see
her husband's face, dimly visible as he leaned down between her
widespread legs. She could feel the flat open palms of his hands
pressing outward against her sensitive inner thighs, forcing them
even farther apart. Her most secret treasure was offered up to
him to use as he wished, and she held her breath as he lowered his
face closer and closer and then suddenly-she felt the first
searing contact!
The lustful Turk's hot probing tongue lashed out lightly over
her quiveringly erect clitoris.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, shuddering from the electrifying
pressure of tongue on pussy-flesh, her whole body jerking wildly
up at him, as his warm moist lips closed hungrily over the entire
quaking mound at the base of her belly. His face was lost to her
view, buried in the fine blonde fleece, and she closed her eyes
tightly again to enjoy the wet tickling kisses he was planting in
the tenderly shuddering furrow, his moist tongue flicking serpent-
like at the dilated opening of her cunt.
Her hands slipped sensuously down over the quivering swells
of her breasts and brushed over the smooth plane of her shivering
belly, coming to rest at her loins, on either side of Osman's
avidly sucking lips. Her fingers stroked gently for a moment at
the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, tracing the hot flashing
sensations coursing through her tender skin, and then she
salaciously spread the fleshy outer folds of her pussy farther
apart to give his devouring lips fuller access to her hotly
throbbing inner crevice.
The night manager's wetly searing tongue shot out again and
again, its flicking tip circling the erected clitoris while his
lips sucked ravenously, drawing the warm slippery pussy-walls into
the steaming hot cavern of his mouth. His sharp teeth nibbled
playfully at the pink outer flanges as his tongue darted in and
out of the succulent cuntal mouth. Then suddenly his teeth closed
lightly around the turgid nub of her clitoris tugging at it as
though he wanted to bite it off, his greedily pointed tongue
darting repeatedly over its rigid tip.
The defenseless young wife groaned huskily as the hot probing
wetness licked against the straining pink bud and she bucked her
loins tighter up against his face. Slowly he let her tiny
clitoris slip out from between his teeth and began laving his
saliva-soaked tongue up and down the length of her desire-
moistened pussy-slit. Starting at the lower belly and slithering
its way over the elastic-rimmed opening of her wetly clasping
vagina, the questing tongue slipped down, down into the crevice of
her clenching buttocks, probing in heated search of the tight
puckered anus below. Her hips were now grinding impatiently down
into the squeaking bed while soft mewling animal sounds escaped
from between her clenched teeth.
Osman worked hungrily up and down her pussy, feeling the
curly wet pubic hair brushing teasingly against his cheeks. Never
in his wildest dreams had he expected to have such a proud
innocent bitch squirming under his tongue and moaning for more.
Her groans drove his tongue faster and faster as it worked its way
up and down the steaming wet valley of her loins. He wanted her
begging for it when he was ready to ram it to her-and she was
almost there. He had never seen anything like it, never seen
anyone so hot for it, even with the potion. She obviously needed
fucking really bad, and she would get exactly what she wanted-this
was just the beginning.
The incredulous Turk knew the drugged young bride was too far
gone now to fight anything he wanted to do to her and his mind
began to form weird erotic pictures of the positions he could put
her in and the things he could do at will to her thrashing desire-
wracked young body.
He chuckled lewdly as he felt her hands begin desperately
clawing at his greasy black head of hair, guiding his face tighter
against the palpitating opening of her cunt. Again and again, he
ran his tongue into the soft hair-rimmed furrow, flicking at the
hungrily clutching cuntal mouth for a moment, and then quickly
withdrawing to tease again around the hot throbbing edges of her
pussy-slit.
He let her force his mouth down still more firmly over the
tight little opening to her wetly clasping vagina. As his eagerly
sucking lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he
thrust his tongue deep up into it, bringing a low guttural groan
from the defenseless young woman as her soft warm thighs closed
convulsively around the sides of his bobbing face. He could feel
the wet cuntal flesh slip moistly around his hotly extended tongue
as the walls of her vagina opened and closed in a greedy clutching
motion attempting to pull the invading instrument in deeper and
deeper. It felt as though the nibbling voracious mouth would pull
his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive.
She snaked her legs around his body and pushed her heels down
against his back, pressing his face into the velvety trap until he
could barely breathe, his nose smashed tight against the tiny hard
clitoris above. He breathed in the sweet pungent odor of her
vaginal secretions, now flowing in abundance from her cunt, the
aroma inciting his penis to a hardness he could no longer control.
He had to fuck this little bitch soon or he would explode his load
of cum all over the mattress!
The only half-conscious Penny was lost in the fire of the
moment. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her
hips desperately upward toward that maddening probe between her
legs. Robert had become like a god to her. She had never
expected it could be like this, that her husband could bring such
glorious sensual feelings to her inexperienced body.
Her love for him incited her further as her up-drawn legs
opened and closed around the tormenting head that was gluttonously
licking at her flame-seared pussy below. The tendons of her neck
stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled
hair of his bobbing head.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhh, gooood!" she moaned, splaying her legs out
wider and wider to give him easier access to her wildly throbbing
loins.
The lust-crazed Turk could stand it no longer. He grabbed
the hallucinating bride's flailing legs behind the knees and
shoved them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up over
her sweat-soaked body at the same time. His rigidly jerking cock
brushed against her wet prickling pubic hair as he planted his
hands on either side of her shoulders, her ankles locking tightly
behind his neck. He could look down between their bodies and see
her upturned ass-cheeks and expanded cuntal slit, visibly
fluttering just inches from his painfully throbbing cock.
Osman grinned obscenely above her as he edged his quivering
penis slowly forward, watching its broad tip nuzzle into the pink
moist flower of her eagerly waiting cunt. He stopped when the tip
was firmly set in place, ready to slip forward and impale her at
the first lunge he would make with his hips. He could feel her
straining upward to take it in her, her hotly palpitating cuntal
flanges writhing against him, sending waves of unbearable pleasure
all the way from his bloated glans down the rigid cock-shaft into
his aching balls hanging heavily below. He let her beg with her
cunt a moment longer, poised above her like a bird of prey just
waiting for the right instant to swoop down and spear her-then he
drew back slightly for the first thrusting drive up into her
quaking white belly.
At that moment, he heard the unmistakable sound of tires
crunching in the gravel of the driveway outside the cabins.
"Damn!" he cursed out loud.
He had put off the exquisite moment he had been waiting for
one minute too long. It didn't seem possible that so much time
had passed, but it must have. He hovered above her a little
longer, considering going ahead and shoving forward into the
squirming hot cunt clutching at his pulsating shaft-but he wanted
to carry it to full humiliating completion when he did.
Cursing again under his breath as he gazed from above down at
the uncomprehending young wife, he disentangled himself from her
encircling arms and legs and climbed hurriedly down off the bed.
"Don't worry, little hot bitch. I'll fuck you later till you
can't walk," he growled down at her undulating, unsatiated body.
It only took him a split second to slip his clothes back on again,
and then he let himself out of the room, taking care to lock the
door securely from the outside so that the desperate blonde wife
would not be able to get away. He left the key in the lock,
hoping to return quickly and finish what he had started.
Penny thrashed and moaned on the bed, unable to comprehend
what was happening. Had she somehow made Robert angry with her
again? Didn't he understand that this time she was ready for
whatever he wanted to do to her? She moaned out her frustration,
clamping her thighs tightly together. She was willing to give him
any kind of pleasure, if only he would put his exciting hardness
into her now and drown the gnawing fire that raged out of control
in her vagina.
The hopelessly confused young wife opened her drug-fogged
eyes and glanced searchingly around the dim moonlit room, groaning
again in unsatisfied passion, when she found no sign of her
husband. Finally, in desperation, she thrust her hands back down
into the steaming hotness of her loins, slipping her fingers
lewdly along the moist pussy-slit. It relieved the aching urgency
a little, and she began to stroke her extended fingers back and
forth along the quivering vaginal mouth, driving her excitement to
even greater heights. She found her hard-nubbed clitoris with the
fingers of one hand and massaged the throbbing little bud in
frenzied need, the other hand becoming soaking wet as it plunged
into her moistly expanded cunt and established a wild fucking
rhythm. She groaned again and again, in frustrated memory of the
hard fleshy rod that had been so near to quenching the fires of
love "Robert" had ignited inside her.
Chapter 3
Outside in the cool night air, Osman raced up the narrow path
to head off whoever had arrived at the motel office. As soon as
he had rounded the last row of bushes surrounding the cabins, he
could see it was Madame Afet. She met him as he ran panting up to
the tiny porch outside.
"Good evening, Osman," she greeted him with a winning smile.
"Where's the fabulous little prize you promised me?" She could
tell that he was excited to a fever pitch, and automatically her
eyes dropped to the swollen bulge in his trousers. The slimy
little bastard has been up to something already, she thought to
herself. If she really was as lovely and appealing as he had
indicated to her on the phone, she hoped he hadn't marred or
disfigured her body.
"As usual, she's in cabin number fourteen," Osman replied,
not missing the interested glance Afet had thrown at the still
throbbing cock in his trousers. You can have some of this too, he
thought obscenely. He had long wanted to fuck Madame Afet. He
knew she had been one of the most famous courtesans in Turkey when
she was a few years younger, and he would like to give her a
sample of what a real man could make her feel. He had an idea
tonight might be the night, and his cock jerked violently at the
thought. He let his eyes wander greedily over the swelling
breasts filling the front of her tight dress. He looked on down
to the gracefully flaring hips and full rounded thighs encased in
the clinging material below
His lewdly forward glances were not lost on Afet, and she
involuntarily shuddered at the thought that he might run his hands
over her body if he ever had the chance. She had never been a
woman to turn down a good fuck, but this Osman was just too
repulsive. Still, if it had to be done someday, she reflected,
she supposed she could do it. He did seem to have a monstrously
huge cock. She pushed these unnecessary thoughts to the back of
her mind and got down to business again.
"Let's see this fabulous goddess you've found," she said with
obvious disdain for Osman's cock-sure attitude. "I haven't got
much time, as you know. My services are in constant demand in
Istanbul. I may be losing thousands of Lira just by being here."
"Of course," Osman answered in a mocking voice. You phony
bitch, he added to himself. You know that most of what you make
depends on the young girls that are delivered to you. Without
another word he lead the way toward the cabin. Let her see what
I've got for her first, and then we'll see what I can get out of
this.
They moved silently to number fourteen and he took her into
the storeroom from which he had watched Penny earlier. Sliding
the peep-hole cover to one side, he looked in first and, deciding
that the view was not clear enough, took the chance of turning on
the light. He had an exterior switch for this purpose, and
without hesitation he flipped it on. Penny was so far gone now in
her dreaming sexual fantasy that he hoped she wouldn't notice.
"There she is," he told Afet, a wide grin on his face as he
stood aside to let her see the blonde treasure that would be up
for sale to the highest bidder as soon as he was finished with
her.
Afet put her face to the peep-hole and looked into the room.
She gasped as she saw the innocent young blonde on the bed
writhing in the throes of masturbation. She could see her long
tapering legs flung wildly up into the air, her toes pointing at
the ceiling, her grinding buttocks beneath gleaming in naked
exposure. Between the girl's out-flung thighs, she could see the
white half-moons of her perfectly rounded breasts, and above them
the lovely face surrounded by a careless halo of blonde hair. The
girl's lips were parted in heated passion, working crazily as she
tried to bring herself to her obviously much-needed completion.
Then the spying Turkish woman let her eyes drop to the openly
spread vagina beneath, the fleshy pink folds cruelly distended to
make room for the girl's fingers stroking in and out of the
clasping narrow passage.
Then the light went out, plunging the room into semi-darkness
again.
"Well?" Osman demanded with a triumphant tone in his voice.
"You've drugged her!" Madame Afet accused him. She didn't
want to lose her advantage and let him know that she wanted to get
this girl more than she had ever wanted any of them before. The
shrewd businesswoman could make a fortune this time if she played
her cards right, but she had to keep his price down if she could.
"What difference does that make," he snarled back at her. He
was aware of the effect the brief glimpse of the girl had had on
Afet. He felt secure that this time he could get whatever he
wanted, and Afet wasn't going to bargain him down. In fact, he
told himself, I'm going to get more than just money this time.
The sight of the girl finger-fucking herself had aroused him
almost beyond endurance all over again, and, if he couldn't get
back in the room to satisfy himself on her, then he would fuck
this Afet as part of the deal he would make with her. And he was
sure she would agree to it, especially as soon as she knew that
Nisli Bey was on his way out from Istanbul too.
"All right, let's go where we can talk," Afet said. She
could see that Osman felt he had a distinct advantage in this
negotiation, and she was anxious to find out what it was. She
steeled herself inwardly for the worst. If he insisted on fucking
the shrewd Afet herself, she would do it -the girl was worth even
that. And besides, she reflected, the obscene view she had
enjoyed of the young girl trying to satisfy herself had set her
own blood to boiling, and she could feel the beginnings of desire
tingling up inside the warm recesses of her excited cunt.
Osman led her to an adjoining cabin and unlocked the door.
Once inside the room, he offered her a drink, which she refused,
and then got down to talking business.
"First, I have to tell you that Nisli Bey has been notified
of our little blonde bitch," he grinned at her, watching with
secret glee as her features fell into a pained expression of
betrayal.
"What! You lousy bastard!" she screamed at him before she
could catch herself. Immediately she regretted her words as his
eyes narrowed to angry slits in his face. "Forgive me," she added
in a vain attempt to mollify him. "But you know that it's
impossible for me to compete with Nisli. He's one of the richest
men in Istanbul."
"Exactly," Osman gloated. "Therefore it should be obvious
that you have only one advantage over him that might swing the
deal in your favor." He ran his eyes hungrily over her stocking-
encased thighs, exposed almost up to her crotch as she sat on the
edge of the bed opposite him.
"I don't understand," she said, smiling weakly as though
completely innocent of what he was thinking.
"I think you do, Madame Afet," he growled. "For you, I might
sell this American for only slightly more than the regular price,
but only if you please me as part of the bargain." He stood up
and glared at her with an obscene leer on his face, waiting for
her answer as though he didn't really care what it was.
Afet stared at him for a long time, unwilling to admit that
he had her in a position where she had no more power over him.
For the first time, he had gained the upper hand with her, and she
didn't like the feeling at all. Finally, thinking that time was
more important than ever now that she knew Nisli was on his way,
she sighed heavily and stood up. She slowly began to remove her
clothes, lifting her sheath-like dress over her head and throwing
it carelessly onto the chair beside the bed.
Then she stood before the gloating Turk in nothing but her
black nylon bikini panties and brassiere, feeling more degraded
and humiliated than ever before in her life-even worse than that
day so long ago when she has been raped by soldiers during the
civil war in her native Anatolia. She felt dirty and used under
Osman's relentless grinning gaze, and she decided to pursue the
last part of the bargain before he had forced her to submit to his
depraved demands and could then deny her the prize and laugh in
her face. She knew him well enough to be sure that he would stand
up to whatever he had agreed to in advance-especially since she
was one of his best customers. That wealthy Nisli would only come
through when the girl was as perfect as the blonde locked in the
cabin next door; Osman was smart enough to know that he couldn't
turn his back on Afet completely, even though this time he could
make things tough for her.
"All right," she sighed heavily. "I'll do whatever you want.
But first, let's come to an agreement about the girl."
Osman saw what she was up to, but it didn't matter. He was
getting something he had always wanted and had never been in the
position to get until now. He spoke with a shrewd cast in his
eyes.
"Five hundred dollars for the girl, in addition to getting my
way with you-and then fucking her before you take her away," he
said with calculated alacrity.
"That's robbery, you bastard," Afet replied without being
able to stop herself, instantly biting her tongue at losing her
cool again.
"A girl like that is worth at least two thousand dollars to
Nisli Bey," he replied coolly, flinching at her name-calling.
I'll get even with you in a minute, bitch, he mused. I'll show
you who's a bastard. Osman watched her expression change as he
made this statement. He knew by the sudden frustration that
crossed her face that he could almost name his own price now. She
knew that she was in no position to argue with him for too long
since speed was of the very essence if the plans were to be
completed before Nisli arrived.
"All right, I'll accept those terms, but you'll have to come
to Istanbul to get at the girl. There's no time here tonight,"
Afet finally answered. I'm not taking a chance on Nisli getting
here and spiriting that girl off before I have a chance to get her
away, she was thinking.
"Then strip down, and let's seal the bargain." Osman
countered. He knew exactly what she was thinking and counted on
it to get her to do all the things he wanted. Finally he had
found a way to equalize himself with her. He knew there was a
chance of losing Nisli as a future customer, but that was a risk
he would take. Right now all he wanted to do was fuck her
senseless and try to get rid of her before Nisli showed up. He
could always say that the American girl had escaped before he
could do anything about it, if it came to that.
Afet detected the bold, more masterful change in his voice.
It hinted at a certain unmistakable viciousness that suddenly
curdled her stomach. God knew what depraved acts he would force
her into before this ordeal was over. She wished she could call
on her driver for help, but now there was no way out.
Osman saw her reluctance and once again offered her the drink
of straight brandy she had refused before.
"I think Madame Afet will need this. The agreement will not
be valid without total cooperation. Do you not agree?" He smiled
triumphantly when she numbly nodded in assent. Then she grabbed
the drink he was offering and poured the burning liquid down her
throat.
She felt as though she would scream in revulsion if this
swine touched her, but it was coming and she had to deaden her
senses. Things had gone too far to turn back now and she could
not afford to lose this young American-it would ease her heavy
expenses which had been getting higher and higher as she had been
forced to pay larger and larger bribes to the authorities to keep
herself protected.
Osman knew the moment she nodded her head that the battle was
won. He was going to fuck this high-class bitch who had once been
in demand by the most important men in Turkey, and there was
nothing she could do to stop him. He smiled lewdly as he stood in
front of her unbuttoning his pants and then letting them drop to
the floor. His throbbing hard penis stood out from his body
pointing straight at her. It looked like a giant wooden shaft
growing up through the black underbrush of his thick pubic hair.
With one hand he stroked the foreskin back and forth over the
expanding cock-head which grew in size each time it disappeared
and reappeared through the thick flesh covering it. He watched
the loathing in her face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked
on his cock, his excitement flaring as he saw the hopeless fear
rising in her eyes. This would be more fun than the American.
This one would be conscious of the things he was doing to her!
"Strip!" he hissed at her again. "Or do I have to do it for
you?"
Osman stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking
in the long tapering roundness of her silk-covered legs, the
bursting fullness of her brassiere, the whiteness of her flat
smooth belly above the top of her sheer black nylon panties. His
gaze made her feel as though she were back at the beginning again,
laying her body down for whatever filthy sailor was willing to pay
for her services. She thought of all the years she had spent
working her way up in the world until now she lived almost like a
princess, realizing they were being swept away in this one brief
encounter.
"Don't touch me, you beast! Don't touch me!" she shouted
without thinking.
"It's too late, Madame," he intoned with contempt in his
voice. He grabbed her shoulders with his hands, the strong sinewy
fingers digging harshly into her skin. "We have our agreement
about the American girl to consider."
"I don't care! I'll find someone else. Let Nisli have her!"
He loomed above her, his eyes devoid of pity, shining coldly
into hers, his cruel and unyielding lust boring into the very
depths of her soul. The pressure of his hands grasping her
shoulders permitted no escape from his contemptuous gaze.
"No, no. I can't do it," she whimpered.
Her pleas fell on unhearing ears as his arms enveloped her,
his lips crushing down against her, his thick rigid cock below
pressing hard into her softly yielding belly. His tongue snaked
its way out between his sharp teeth into the resisting wetness of
her mouth. She struggled to free herself, but fear and the strong
brandy had drained her of the strength to fight. His slim
muscular body glued itself tightly to hers, arms and legs winding
about her like a giant spider web from which there was no escape.
"Please, please don't," she groaned into the searing mouth
locked over hers, the savage rape she had suffered in that earlier
time whirling dizzily through her mind. The room seemed to spin
as he pushed her backwards toward the bed, sending her sprawling
flat on her back, his body descending on top of her to pin her
tightly to the jiggling bed. She pressed her thighs together,
attempting to hold back the squirming body trying to lodge itself
between them. His throbbing cock was trapped there, forcing
itself lewdly up and down against the thin nylon strip of the
panties covering her cringing vagina below. Afet could feel the
hard thick rod sliding against the sensitive inner hollows of her
struggling thighs as his head pressed down forcefully against
hers, then suddenly dropped, and she felt the sharp excruciating
pain of his teeth biting savagely into the taut muscles of her
straining neck. She kicked out automatically with her long smooth
legs, attempting to dislodge him from above her.
His body sank triumphantly down between her protesting thighs
as they splayed obscenely open, and the broad pulsing tip of his
cock-shaft pressed demandingly against the protective nylon band
of her panties. His pelvis began a deliberate grinding motion
against her upturned loins, rubbing the sheer material into the
dampening slit of her panty-covered pussy. His hips undulated
slowly, slowly, watching the changing expressions on the face of
the beautiful woman trapped beneath him, knowing she couldn't
stand this torment for long. He gloated to himself that he would
soon ignite her body to his lewd probings, and then she would give
him what he had wanted since he had first started working with
her-her complete submission to his will.
Afet could feel it happening. Her long tense form was
pressed tightly into the mattress, so that she could do nothing to
escape the hotly palpitating rod forcing itself against the
trembling moist furrow between her legs. But her unconscious mind
was fighting the torture of the teasingly stroking shaft, fighting
against surrender to it.
"Noooo, nooo," she mumbled incoherently, even as her hips
began to move involuntarily in hardly perceptible little circles
that betrayed her determination to resist.
Osman felt her unwilling response as the thighs that had been
pressed tightly together in vain resistance to his prodding cock
suddenly fell loosely apart. Her heels hooked behind his knees
and, with a low animal-like groan, her arms snaked around his neck
pulling his mouth down to press wetly over hers. She sucked his
tongue voraciously into her mouth, soft mewling sounds escaping
from her greedily sucking lips. She ground her suddenly hungry
loins up toward his rock-hard cock, attempting to draw its thick
length through the flimsy material of the panties still separating
their flesh.
Osman reached down between their bodies, savagely ripping
away the narrow crotch-band with one motion of his hand and then
guiding the end of his violently throbbing cock up between the now
unprotected ridges of her cuntal lips. He could feel the curly
tickling pubic hair parting before his unimpeded onslaught. The
thick rubbery tip of his penis momentarily met resistance at the
entrance to the hot moist passage and then he felt the elastic
mouth suddenly give, allowing his turgid hardness to slip wetly
inside. The lusty Turk thrust forward with all his strength and
fury, his massively skewering cock slithering deep, deep inside
her wet velvety cunt with a heedless shoving force that brought a
muffled scream from Afet's contorted face. He didn't relent in
his searing plunge up into her quivering unprepared vagina until
he felt his balls slap heavily against her upturned ass-cheeks and
he held it there, savoring the hotly squirming cunt palpitating
around his deeply imbedded cock.
Abruptly the impaled woman no longer wanted to resist as she
felt her vagina becoming wet and open around the heavy throbbing
rod. She started screwing her cunt up and down on it, pinning her
legs back against her shoulders, wanting to take it all to the
hilt, until it bored deep into her quaking belly, until it fucked
all the way up into her throat. She no longer had any pride left.
In her mind, she had been thrown all the way back to her first
time, when she had been fucked against her will over and over
again until, in order to save her sanity, she had been forced to
learn to enjoy it.
The delighted night manager wasn't sure what had happened,
but he knew that he had somehow tapped into the central whore that
lives inside every woman. He braced himself on his knees and
elbows above the wildly thrashing body, letting the hungrily
clasping cunt suck his flesh until he retaliated by bucking
forward on her upward stroke several times, driving the hotly
expanding cock-head right up to the sensitive wall of her cervix.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh," she groaned out of control as his whole
invading hardness fucked into her, the power of his thrusts
driving her heaving buttocks pitilessly down into the mattress
below.
Wasting no time now that he had her responding with every
inch of her wantonly rocking body, Osman reached back underneath
her grinding ass-cheeks and slipped his extended middle finger
along the widely spread crevice between their rounded half-moons.
Finally he found the tiny puckered anus and thrust his finger all
the way up to the second knuckle in the tightly clenched little
opening.
"Aaagggh, aaagggh!" she grunted in pain at the unexpected
intrusion into her cringing anus. Her feet jerked erotically in
the air above his back, her toes curling spasmodically in her
sheer stockings. He had hurt her for a moment, but she liked the
sensations now coursing through every nerve in her ravaged body.
Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating his finger
inside her anus from his pummeling cock slipping wetly in and out
of her hotly clasping pussy, Osman could feel the ridges on the
bottom of his thick bloated penis rippling through the warm waves
of flesh.
Afet began unconsciously moaning all the obscene words she
could think of between her panting gasps as she bucked and twisted
under his weight.
"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me! Ram it in me good!" she
groaned over and over again.
Osman grinned lewdly down at her lust-distorted face as he
rammed his pelvis forward with a vengeance. Each time she gyrated
her loins down over his smoothly sliding hardness, he thrust the
finger in her anus upward until it was fully submerged in her
wildly jerking rectal passage, and then, as she bucked back up
away from his skewering finger, he drove his cock still harder
into the wetly sucking inner recesses of her cunt.
He had her hopelessly impaled between the twisting finger and
pistoning cock, and he was enjoying her wildly thrashing movements
beneath him more than he had ever enjoyed fucking a woman before.
The lust juices from her dilating cunt ran down over his hand,
lubricating wetly the finger now sunk all the way to his fist in
her rotating anus.
The wildly responding woman strained back under him, arching
her loins against his grinding pelvis and twitching back down onto
his wiggling finger. She moaned incessantly, her head flailing
from side to side on the crumpled bedspread, her body a mass of
electric tingles that shot through it half in pain and half in
pleasure.
"Uuuuggghh!" she grunted as he began buffeting her harder in
lewd rhythm between his hand and the growing plunging cock. He
could feel its thickness expanding more with each thrust he made
up into the wet hot passage, its relentless lust fed by the very
hopelessness of the unwilling woman now squirming incoherently
beneath him.
Afet could feel the stone-hard shaft thickening incitingly
inside her ever-moistening vagina. She was given no relief from
the hotly building crest of pleasure climbing, climbing deep in
her trembling belly.
"Harder, harder, fuck me harder," she chanted in time to his
long hard strokes. Huge warm waves of delicious feeling raced
through her entire body, until she felt like it was an expanding
balloon of joy, filling, filling, until she was ready to burst.
She sucked wildly on the tongue flicking into her mouth, wanting
her every bodily orifice to be filled. This was all that was
real, there was nothing else, and then suddenly, with a deep-
throated groan, she felt great floods of her hot cum-juices
throbbing from the rippling walls of her cunt, streaming out in
endless gushes around the hard fleshy rod slipping faster and
faster into her. She seemed to be cumming forever, the fluids
gushing out onto his heavy balls beneath and over his hand
skewering into the crevice of her ass-cheeks.
She gave one long low moan, splaying her legs high into the
air and as wide apart as they would go to give the still rapidly
pistoning cock even greater access. She thrust her loins up at
him with superhuman force, screwing herself up hungrily on the
thick pumping shaft. Juices flowed still from her quivering
vagina as her nostrils flared in passion-then one long last gasp
of breath rasped up out of her lungs as though she had been struck
in the stomach. She collapsed under him, her body shivering
uncontrollably from the lingering sensations following her down
from the peak of wanton lust she had reached.
Osman felt her surging climax as he drove his cock deeper
inside her while her legs splayed out and waved on either side of
his body. He could feel the hotly jetting stream begin in his
cum-inflated balls and rush down the length of his pulsating thick
cock-shaft, spewing wildly out into the depths of her clasping
womb. He was filling her completely, his hot sperm overflowing
with her own love juices out of the curl-lined lips of her
spasmodically contracting cunt. He gave one last low gasp as with
a jerk he emptied the last of his load of semen into her still
quivering belly, and then he too collapsed like a broken puppet
over her limply spread-eagled body.
They lay still, a loose tangle of arms and intertwined legs,
their breathing gradually returning to normal during the long
moment of quiet. Then Osman lifted himself from the unmoving body
of the satiated woman, his deflated cock slipping with a lewd
sucking noise out of the cum-soaked furrow between her openly
splayed legs.
"It's a pleasure to do business with you, Madame Afet," he
tormented her, smiling obscenely down at her still wantonly
sprawling body. Then he stood up and dressed quickly, running his
eyes over the length of her abandonedly spread legs, the tatters
of her torn panties bunched up around her slowly heaving belly.
Her stockinged knees were bent outward away from each other on the
bed and he could see the sticky pool of their mingled cum-juices
forming beneath her buttocks. Her mouth hung slackly open in
exhaustion, and her hair was matted on her forehead and lay in
tangles under her face turned to one side.
He directed a final triumphant grin at her. She had been
really fucked and they both knew it. Weakly she raised herself
from the bed to dress and follow him to get the American girl she
had paid so dearly for. It seemed to her that he had hardly gone
out the door when she heard his footsteps returning at a fast
running pace.
Hurriedly she slipped her dress down over her head, wondering
what had gone wrong.
Chapter 4
Nisli Bey was a dark-haired, dark-eyed man in his late
thirties. He had been wealthy for most of his adult life, having
made his money in all kinds of illegal endeavors, and he liked to
live well. This showed in his elegant tailor-made clothes and in
the slight paunch that was beginning to betray his liking for good
food. One of his prime enjoyments in life was to find new
innocent girls, preferably blondes from other countries, and to
gradually lead them into a life of degradation and humiliation.
His usual way was to get his hands on them first and use
their bodies in any way that appealed to him, before finally
auctioning them off to the highest bidder. There were plenty of
men with money to enable Nisli to live well on what he earned from
this alone. But the money was not the main thing. The principal
joy was the humiliation itself.
When he had received the late phone call from Osman at the
motel, he had ordered his car to be brought around. Osman
sometimes made mistakes in choosing girls for him, but not often.
Now as Nisli sat in the black limousine on his way to the motel to
view his prospective victim, he smiled to himself in anticipation.
The reflecting headlights of passing cars caused the gold teeth in
his mouth to flash when he grinned. It made his face seem much
more sinister than it usually did, and the evil glint in his eyes
as he thought about the new girl gave him an even more depraved
look.
He lit up an aromatic oval cigarette, the brand specially
made for him, and contentedly sucked in its rich smoke as he sat
comfortably back in the seat. In his hand was a glass of milky
white Turkish raki, and he sipped occasionally at the licorice-
like drink, absentmindedly listening to the record he had put on
the phonograph in the back of the driver's seat. He luxuriated in
all these expensive toys, feeling warm and complacent in the
knowledge that he was on his way to purchase still another one-
this one of flesh and blood, his favorite now that the other
pleasure of life had begun to bore him a little.
He saw the entrance to the motel ahead, and leaned forward as
the driver turned in. He saw the car parked outside the office
and, without a moment's hesitation, he spoke into the microphone
connecting him to the driver.
"Stop the car, Mahmet," he ordered in a cold voice. "And
turn out the lights."
Silently Nisli opened the car door and stepped onto the
gravel driveway, standing up and heading immediately for the grass
beyond. His highly polished black leather shoes glistened in the
moonlight, betraying no sound as he made his way carefully toward
the parked car ahead. Suddenly he stepped into the shadow of the
nearby shrubbery. A man came out of the office and got into the
car. He looked as if he were waiting for someone, lighting a
cigarette and taking a few puffs before hanging his hand out the
window in a relaxed way.
Nisli approached the car from the side and waited at a
distance of a few yards to make sure his first impression was
correct. Then the man turned his head to the side so that the
light from the office shone directly on it, and Nisli knew. He
cursed under his breath.
It was Madame Afet's driver!
That meant that Osman had called her about this girl too.
Nisli was very sensitive about this kind of thing. First of all,
he never admitted to anyone, not even Madame Afet, that he was in
the white slave trade, and second, he never liked to be forced to
compete with anyone else for a prospective girl. And Madame Afet
was one of the most notorious operators of all the Istanbul houses
of prostitution. She would only too gladly spread the word if she
knew that he had been dealing with this low-life Osman.
Nisli hesitated a moment in the dark, and then on sudden
impulse, he darted unseen across the driveway and made his way
toward cabin number fourteen. At least he could observe what this
pig Osman had thought worthy of his attention.
As he passed the cabin adjacent to number fourteen, he heard
unmistakable sounds coming through the closed windows. He smiled
grimly to himself, knowing what it meant. Osman had driven a hard
bargain for the girl, and must have forced Afet to screw him
first. The fact that Afet was actually going through with it
meant that she too thought the American worth so heavy a price.
His interest now was even keener than before. He slipped
into the observation storeroom, put his eye to the peephole, and
nearly gasped out loud.
The American girl was truly a goddess!
He could tell that she had been drugged by the manner in
which the blonde young innocent was desperately trying to satisfy
herself as her fingers massaged her clitoris and slipped wetly in
and out of her openly exposed cunt. Nisli licked his lips at the
sight of the long tapering legs, rounded white ass-cheeks, firm
pink-tipped breasts. He strained to make out the girl's face, but
though the outline was promising, he couldn't quite see her
individual features.
As he watched her body thrashing and writhing on the bed as
though being fucked by an invisible man mounted over her bucking
torso, he felt his cock jerk inside his shorts, the beginning of
an erection already making his balls ache with lust.
He had made up his mind. If this girl's face matched the
rest of her, he had to have her. And there was only one way to
find out, risky as it was. He closed the peephole and went out of
the observation room toward the door into the cabin.
Luckily, he thought, the key is here. Making as little noise
as possible, he let himself in and edged his way carefully toward
the bed.
Inside the room, the moaning noises the drugged young bride
was making filled the air as she strained in her semi-conscious
state to satisfy the craving heat of her wide-splayed loins. The
sense of desperate longing in her voice made Nisli's cock lurch
heavily and thicken into a protruding bulge in his pants. He
leaned over her thrashing form on the bed and looked down into her
lust-contorted face.
Her eyes were tightly closed and her lips compressed into a
narrow smile of sensuality, but he could tell that she was the
most beautiful young woman he had seen for a long time. By now
his expanded cock was throbbing painfully from the sight of the
lewdly masturbating young blonde, and he unzipped his fly and
squeezed its heavy pulsating length in his hand. This somewhat
eased the aching, but he knew that there was only one way to rid
himself of the bloated feeling building in his swollen testicles.
He pushed the waistband of his shorts down inside his pants
allowing his blood-distended cock to stand out in front of him,
protruding over the naked girl on the bed below.
Slowly and experimentally he stroked the loose outer skin up
and down over the blunt tip-end, considering whether or not to cum
that way on the heaving white breasts of the young woman so
wantonly lost in the throes of passion beneath him.
Then he kneeled on the bed beside her, running his free hand
reverently over her firmly ripe breasts, her flat white belly, her
tautly molded thighs-all over her unprotected nakedness-his gentle
caresses bringing forth small animal mewls of pleasure from
between the lovely blonde's clenched teeth. His passion increased
as he watched the contrast of his fully clothed arm moving over
the creamy-white smoothness of her body, bringing a gasping,
quivering response from deep inside her chest.
He watched her open her eyes, their blueness shadowed by the
dim smoky veil of passion that was coursing through her veins as
she looked up at him dazedly.
Somewhere back in the distant ages since she had felt her
husband Robert's hotly moist mouth slaving at her undulating
loins, Penny had drifted into a strange unknown world of sudden
deep, soft pleasure of the flesh. Now all conscious thought of
why she was here or who it was bending over her flaming body was
lost to her mind, for it no longer mattered. She felt the tiny
licking fires running all through her, between the softness of her
inner thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing pebble-hard
nipples, and down again to the burning core of her vagina where it
roared in white hot heat like the interior of a furnace.
"Oh God," the drugged young wife whispered softly, unaware of
what she was saying. "Oh God, you make me so hot, honey."
Unable to resist, Nisli pressed his wetly searching lips down
over hers and immediately felt the hard probing pressure of her
tongue spearing up into his mouth in her unconscious quest for a
warmer, wetter contact with the devil-like thing that had been so
deliciously torturing her body before.
The dark-eyed slave dealer's hands continued exploring her
body. When he pressed them up between her thighs, she did not
jerk away as he had thought she might, but voluntarily opened them
wider, admitting him to the very core of her being where he could
feel the warm moist center of her loins flexing in passionate
answer to his probing touch.
"Aaaah, aaah," she was sighing continuously up into his lips,
her tongue pushed up against his, circling deep around inside as
though searching desperately for another entrance to a deeper part
of his mouth.
Penny was ecstatic that her bridegroom had relented from his
anger with her and had returned to placate the craving she felt
gnawing at her belly like an insatiable voracious animal. She
couldn't wait much longer for him to come to her and quench her
unending thirst.
Her passion spurred Nisli on even though, knowing Afet and
Osman to be somewhere nearby, he normally would have left the
premises immediately if only to preserve his cherished image of
self control. Amazed disbelief buzzed in his brain that this
could be happening. He had seen many young innocent women, even
virgins, brought to this peak of uncontrollable sensuality, but he
had never stepped into a room and found such an incredible beauty
writhing and twisting in lewd abandon as though she were just
waiting for someone to crawl between her legs and fuck up into
her. This was too much for him to ignore.
Unable to stand it another minute, he moved over her, his
fully clothed body covering her warm soft form like a protective
blanket. He could feel her shuddering helplessly out of control
under him and, grasping her unresisting thighs in his fingers, he
drew them up until the whole of her wetly throbbing vaginal slit
was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice. He held them there
a long tortured moment, then finally reached down to implant
himself in the widespread opening.
The lust-possessed young bride lay groaning in tiny
unintelligible gasps that hissed out from between her gnashing
teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive. Her
body ached and she was vaguely aware of a heavy dark form hovering
over her as her legs and loins waited, quivering and wet,
hungering to be filled.
Nisli let his breath out slowly as he felt her hand burrowing
down without hesitation between their bodies until her warm
fingers closed greedily around his rigid cock-flesh. He felt her
thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his pulsating
penis, slowly but firmly shoving his own hand away. He gasped and
his lips bared back off his teeth as her hand gently pressed the
moist sensitive tip of his cock into the fleshy wet furrow of her
hotly palpitating pussy. He could feel the soft blonde pubic hair
grazing gently against his tingling cock-shaft as it hung poised
for entry between the excitedly throbbing cuntal lips.
The broad rubbery tip resting at the narrow opening to her
cunt increased Penny's overwhelming hunger until she thought she
would burst. It had seemed so long, so long that she had waited
for this, and now she was about to have it.
He paused another long moment enjoying the warm moistness of
her pussy quivering in desperate anticipation around his eagerly
pulsing penis-tip and then-with one long smooth stroke-he drove it
into her all the way up to her womb. There was not the slightest
resistance now after the long desire-crazed build-up she had gone
through, but he could feel that she was narrow and almost
virginal, the smooth wet walls of her cunt clamping around his
cock so snugly and firmly it almost drove him out of his mind.
"Oooohhhhh," the ecstatic blonde moaned in a fluttering voice
as she felt her entire insides open to receive him deep up in her
belly. She began groaning and murmuring incoherently as he fucked
viciously into her, gritting his teeth at the excruciating hotness
of her voraciously clasping vaginal passage. Her body followed
his, matching his strokes with wild abandoned jerks beneath him.
"Ooooh, God. Ooooh God, so good, so gooood!" she groaned
again and again, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck,
pulling his body closer to hers until the buttons of his vest dug
into the swelling whiteness of her firmly resilient breasts.
He plunged his long thick cock up and up, deeper and deeper
into the warm soft cavern of her cunt, feeling the whole of her
belly flowering open before his relentlessly pummeling onslaught
as though she had waited for him all her life. Her entire body
bucked and twisted as she moaned again and again, her face
contorted in ecstatic passion below him. Her mouth moved
ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in the untamed animal desire
that had taken hold of her body. Her forehead was covered with a
light mist of perspiration that glistened and soaked her
disheveled long blonde hair. There was nothing that could stop
her wild race for fulfillment now and Nisli fucked like a madman
to bring to the peak of soaring climax.
"Ohhh God, yes, yesss," she cried up into the room as he
slithered his wriggling sinewy hands up under the wildly pumping
cheeks of her buttocks, cupping them tightly to raise them up off
the bed for greater access to her open and pleading loins.
The lust-inspired Turk squirmed down into her from that
position with all the strength of his hips and thighs and could
feel the smooth raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like
a heart-beat all around his hot, nearly-bursting cock. He fucked
into her with a power summoned all the way from the tips of his
toes, ramming the last thundering inch of his thick rod up into
her churning belly, bringing new ecstatic moans from her lips that
resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded deer. Her
nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, gazed glassy-
eyed and unseeing up into the semi-darkness as they burned
lustfully with a wild unsatiated desire.
He pulled his head back so that he could watch her contorted
features. He didn't want to miss the facial expressions of sudden
and humiliating total surrender, the abandoning of this young
woman's whole being to the sensations of lewd sensuality. Her
lips bared back over her teeth, with greater and more desperate
sounds chanting savoringly from deep in her throat.
Her arms, which had been wrapped tightly around his neck,
slithered down now over his back, and her hands dug demoniacally
into his muscular thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her
open unprotected loins, tearing at the material of his trousers
with her nails as though she wanted to rip them off and fling them
away. The zipper of his pants caught and pinched at the tender
skin of her upturned pussy and she jerked wildly under him from
the pain, then caught up the rhythm again and surged once more
into the race for completion. Wet sluicing noises resounded
through the room with each cruel driving lunge he made into her,
blending with the soul-shattering groans coming from her throat.
Penny felt his hands run from the smooth hollowing cheeks of
her buttocks down to her inner thighs and between them to the
moisture soaked pubic hair surrounding her cunt. He rubbed his
fingers into the soft fleshy flanges which clung and throbbed
around his plunging cock-shaft like a rubbery wet mouth, and the
maddening sensations it caused to quiver through her bucking
thrashing body drove her closer to the brink of madness. Her body
was slippery from the sweat of her invitingly untamed gyrations,
and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the
mattress, her long blonde hair lashing and whipping like a cat-o-
nine-tails. She opened her mouth gasping for breath in her wanton
passionate abandon. She had become something crazed and inhuman,
twisting and jerking, spreading her legs wide apart and wriggling
them against his down-pressing shoulders, urging him on.
"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged in
words she had never used before, grunting as if she were slaving
with her body to punish his endlessly pumping loins. She was on
the very verge of her orgasm, and she swung her feet straight up
at the ceiling behind his head, her toes curling into tight little
balls as she strained toward the final release that had been
building in her for so long. Her ass-cheeks were undulating and
waving uncontrollably from side to side under him as she spiraled
her cunt wantonly up and down on his moistly plunging cock.
"I'm cumming!" the drugged young blonde suddenly squealed as
if in surprise. "I'M CUMMMMMING!" With a high-pitched gasp of
intense passion she locked her ankles in a death grip high up
behind his laboring back. Her body arched up at his and her arms
snaked tightly around his neck, her mouth pressing smotheringly
over his lips to suck and lick at them in devouring hunger.
Suddenly she was locking her whole body against his like a
leech, not moving but quivering and quaking against him in a
pulsating hula rhythm as she spewed her cum-fluids out around his
still hard-driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her
buttocks.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Nisli repeated over and over again, into
her hot moist mouth, picking up the lewd words he had heard
spouting from her lips and using them to spur her on. He felt the
warm juices seeping around his teasing fingers on her cuntal lips,
and he suddenly darted out with his moisture-soaked middle finger,
thrusting it without warning into the tiny puckered ring of her
anus. She moaned up at him, bucking painfully from the sudden
unexpected entry, at the same moment as he felt a slow aching
pressure soaring deep within his heavy balls. Gripping the cheeks
of her insanely rotating buttocks hard with his outspread fingers,
he squeezed the firmly molded flesh tight around his finger
extended deep up into her anus, feeling her cringe and vainly
attempt to jerk away from the invading pressure in her rectum.
Then, suddenly, as though great tidal waves of heat were
surging through his veins, he felt himself cumming and increased
the tempo of his fucking strokes to a machine-gun pace, grinding
with each thrust as far up into her open and yielding cunt as he
could go, bringing groans of post-climactic passion from her lust-
wracked chest. He moaned like a death-rattle into the wet cavern
of her mouth, felt the bursting in his loins, heard her whimpering
cry and the tightening of her arms around his neck, and then, with
a deep mind-shaking gasp that went on and on into her mouth, he
exploded hotly inside her, shooting his thickly spewing sperm in
endless streams up into her receptive cunt. He felt it spurting
again and again, each pulsing gush wracking his whole body as if
it would tear it apart, the hot cum ricocheting inside her
clasping vagina filling her belly and mingling lewdly with her own
flooding juices around his ejaculating cock.
They lay still then, their tightly embracing bodies locked
together, throbbing and quivering like animals huddled tightly in
a ball after a furious mating in the untamed wilds. After what
seemed an eternity, the drug-controlled blonde suddenly collapsed
away from him down onto the mattress, her arms and legs flung
limply out to the sides.
Her hungering need had at last been fed, and she fell into
the deep exhausted sleep of contentment that follows the satiation
of all bodily needs.
Nisli felt his depleted penis slip wetly out of her relaxed
moist cunt, and reluctantly lifted himself away from her spread-
eagled young body. He would have liked to have brought her to
life again and taken a great deal more pleasure from her obviously
newly awakened passion, but he knew that he had to make his move
fast. He had already stayed longer than he had intended to, but
luckily Osman and Afet had not finished what they were doing.
Moving with quick, cat-like speed, he left Penny alone and went to
his car. He told his driver Mahmet to go back, wrap her up in the
bedspread and carry her to the limousine.
There will be plenty of time to enjoy her at my mansion in
Istanbul, he smiled to himself. And there I can dally with her at
my leisure without any danger of being surprised in the act. He
looked forward to teaching her all the things he would want her to
do, and he congratulated himself for getting such a prize without
paying one kurush for her.
* * *
Robert ran from the hotel into the noisy streets of Istanbul,
cursing himself under his breath for his senseless inconsiderate
treatment of his young bride earlier in the evening. He had been
needlessly brutal and unfeeling toward her, and now she had run
away from him in this foreign, sinister-looking place. If he had
it to do over again, it would have been different, he told
himself, but now it was too late.
He had returned to the hotel to find her gone, and after
questioning the night porter and bribing him well, Robert had
finally learned that Penny had taken a taxi. The porter said he
had overheard her telling the driver to take her to a motel on the
Dardanelles out in the country, and Robert was determined to
follow her there and plead with her to give him another chance.
He was sure that she loved him, and if only he could find her
she would let him try to make up for his mistake.
It seemed to take forever for the ferry to get them to the
other side of the water that divided the huge city into two parts,
but they were finally speeding through the night along the rough
roads toward his abused runaway bride. They passed very few cars
as they wound into the country, but once they nearly crashed head-
on into a long black limousine at a dangerously narrow curve. He
caught a brief glimpse of the well-dressed man sitting in the back
seat calmly smoking and stroking the head of a woman sleeping
against his shoulder. Robert shouted incoherently at him, shaking
his fist in anger at the careless way the man let his chauffeur
drive. But the face only smiled insolently at him as the
limousine sped on toward Istanbul.
Robert's driver had indicated that it would take at least an
hour to get to the motel once they were free of the city traffic,
and he settled back nervously into the seat, smoking one cigarette
after another.
* * *
At first Osman found it hard to believe that the American
girl was not in the cabin where he had left her. Then he spotted
the half-smoked oval cigarette Nisli had inadvertently left in the
gravel outside the door, and he knew what had happened. He
decided that Nisli must have seen Afet's car waiting outside the
office, and angry that the double-dealing Osman was trying to get
away with something, had kidnapped the girl while Osman was
screwing Afet. He wondered if Nisli would ever pay for the young
beauty.
When he told Madame Afet that the girl was missing, she
became furious at her blackmailing lover, suspecting that he had
planned the whole thing. After having his way with her, she
thought, he had gone ahead and permitted the wealthier Nisli to
take the young woman away to Istanbul.
It wasn't true, but there was no way to prove it to Madame
Afet, and she left saying that he would have to find someone else
to deal with in the future. She then slapped his face, promising
to get even with him in some way, and left the motel in a fury.
Osman was alone in the office fuming over his misfortune when
the American's husband, Robert Hale, had come in demanding to be
told where his wife was. Osman was taken aback, not knowing for
certain until now whether the young woman's husband was, in fact,
in the country. After trying to stall by saying that he had never
heard of any such woman, he realized that the man was the type who
might contact the police. It was then that Osman decided that he
had probably already lost any chance of future dealings with Nisli
Bey, so he abruptly determined to tell this Robert Hale where he
could find his wife.
Hinting that she had come with another man and spent some
time with him in one of the cabins, he told Robert that his wife
had found the motel too isolated and lonely and had decided to go
back to Istanbul, where she intended to check in at the Palas
Hotel. Osman knew that the old wing of the hotel was now Nisli's
private mansion, and he had no doubt that that was where the girl
was to be found. It gave him at least a small sense of
satisfaction to know that he would be causing some difficulty for
Nisli who had robbed him of his deserved money, not to mention the
pleasure of fucking the young wife before she was taken away.
It was only after Robert had left to return to Istanbul,
promising trouble if he didn't find his wife where Osman had told
him she would be, that the vengeful Turk remembered that he had
the girl's passport still hidden in his blazer pocket. He ripped
its pages into tiny shreds and burned it in a wastebasket,
destroying all traces by crumbling the charred ashes between his
fingers. Now let them prove she was ever in one of these rooms,
he snorted to himself.
To be doubly sure, he went to number fourteen and cleared
away all indications that anyone had been there that night. He
looked with regret at the bed where he had been on the point of
screwing the drugged young bride only a short time before, and
then he locked the cabin and went back to the office. He still
had time for a quick nap before the morning crew came on duty, and
he needed it after the wild scene with Madame Afet.
At least the evening hadn't been a total failure, he grinned
obscenely to himself. He kicked off his shoes and stretched out
on the couch inside the office, and within a few minutes he was
sound asleep and snoring.
Chapter 5
The Palas Hotel was located in one of the older sections of
Istanbul with narrow, cobbled streets. Robert Hale watched the
seedy neighborhood his taxi was entering with some anxiety,
noticing the dark, surly men skulking in the doorways opening
right onto the streets and the painted women who were obviously
prostitutes. Finally the car stopped outside the entrance to a
surprisingly modern looking hotel and the driver asked to be paid.
After a brief argument which ended with Robert paying almost
double what he thought he should have, he got out and ascended the
broad steps. He brushed away the five dwarfs in red circus-like
costumes who scrambled down to meet him. He had not brought any
baggage, leaving his belongings in the hotel he had checked into
so many hours ago with his bride Penny.
At the desk he demanded to see the manager and someone who
could speak English. He was exasperated with all the difficulties
he had been encountering, and he was so tired that his patience
with these people was wearing thin. The man at the desk pretended
not to understand a word he was saying, and Robert began to shout
and bang his fist on the reception desk. He was almost sure Penny
was in the building after what that sneaky looking little Turk at
the motel had told him, and he would find her if he had to search
every room himself.
Robert had not noticed he was being watched. The pretty
dark-haired girl standing in a corner of the room glanced at a
photograph she held in her hand until she was finally satisfied
that the man shouting at the hotel clerk was the same as the one
in the wedding photograph.
Nisli had taken it from the handbag where Penny had put it
after her mother had handed her the Polaroid snapshot outside the
church. It showed her and Robert in their wedding costumes,
smiling at each other on the steps under a shower of confetti and
rice. The picture had been definite proof that the girl was
married, and Nisli was sure that her husband would be desperately
searching for her. The experienced slave-dealer had no illusions
about Osman's ability to figure out what had happened to this
blonde American, and he had posted the girl Feyadin in the hotel
lobby to watch for Robert.
The desk clerk was nervously wringing his hands and Robert
was threatening to call the police when Feyadin stepped across the
room and touched him lightly on the elbow.
"Please, would I be able to help you, sir?" she inquired in a
sweet voice. "He really doesn't understand a word you're saying.
I'm afraid that few of my countrymen speak your language."
Robert turned around in surprise at the sound of the soothing
feminine voice. He looked down into the softest, warmest pair of
brown eyes he had ever seen. His anger caught in his throat and
he changed his tone of voice.
"God, yes. Thank you very much, Miss ... Miss ..."
"You can call me Feyadin," she demurely answered him, gazing
directly into his eyes.
"Thank you, Miss Feyadin," Robert went on, stumbling a little
over the strange-sounding name. "I was telling this clerk that my
wife is in this hotel, and I want to know which room she's in."
He knew it sounded crazy to say that, but there was nothing he
could do about it. It was the truth.
"Just a minute," she told him, reassuringly patting his arm.
"I'll get the information you want. What is your wife's name?"
"Penny-Penny Hale," he stammered. "And I'm Robert Hale," he
added.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Robert," she said warmly, smiling
up into his eyes. Then she turned to the clerk and spoke Turkish
rapidly but with a softness Robert had not heard in the language
before. He watched her full sensual lips forming the words as
though she were caressing each one with her mouth. While she was
busy asking questions and listening to the answers the man was
giving her, Robert took the opportunity to run his eyes
appreciatively over the young woman's body. She wore a clinging
silk mini-dress that left little of her ample physical attractions
to the imagination. Her high full breasts thrust tautly out
against the material of her dress, lightly rising and falling as
she spoke. A tiny, almost thread-like belt tied the dress in at
her narrow, wasp-like waist, accenting the outward flare of her
hips and well-rounded buttocks. He followed the long tapering
line of her legs below the short skirt to the enticing swell of
her calves and her slim ankles. She's quite a dish, he thought to
himself, forgetting for a split second his concern about Penny.
He glanced at the profile of her face again and was nonplused
to see her turn to smile coquettishly at him. She had seen him
running his eyes over her body, but it didn't seem to embarrass or
upset her. In fact, he thought, she seemed to like it. He smiled
back a little more boldly than before, thinking to himself how
lucky it was that she was here when he needed help, and that she
was also lovely to look at.
"He says that your wife is not a guest of this hotel,"
Feyadin told him softly.
"I don't believe it!" Robert nearly shouted again. "She was
brought here from outside the city not more than a couple of hours
ago. Tell him that I know she's here!"
Feyadin placed her hand soothingly on his arm and squeezed
lightly with her fingers. "I understand how you feel, Robert.
But he swears by Mahomet that she's not here-at least not under
that name. Perhaps she isn't alone?" she suggested, changing her
tone slightly.
"Impossible! We were just married yesterday!" he blurted
out. Then suddenly he remembered the sly hint the man at the
motel had made. It was just barely possible that Penny had
actually been with another man-perhaps she was making a desperate
attempt to get back at him for doing and saying those things
earlier in the hotel-especially his declaration that he was going
out to find a good lay. Suddenly he didn't know what to think any
more. "I just don't understand women," he admitted.
Feyadin noticed his sudden uncertainty and leaned over closer
to him, her breasts, seemingly inadvertently, brushing against his
upper arm. "Let's go away from the desk and talk alone for a
minute," she whispered in his ear.
They moved to the other side of the room and she planted
herself firmly in front of him, looking sincerely up into his
eyes. "I can see that you and your new wife must be having
problems," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to say anything
over there, but it seems to me that the clerk was hinting that
there was a woman who might have been your wife who came in a
little over an hour ago-with a Turkish man."
She watched the glowering expression that seemed to close
down over his face like a dark cloud. These Americans are so
easily swayed in their emotions, she thought. She was glad that
he was good looking; it made her job so much more interesting.
"If it's true," Robert began in threatening tones, "just wait
till I get my hands on her again!"
"You're tired and upset. Don't come to a hasty decision
until you know for sure what's happened," Feyadin tried to calm
him. "I have a room here. Why don't you come up and rest, and
perhaps I can make some discreet inquiries among the hired help."
Robert felt his shoulders drooping from fatigue and worry,
and, not knowing what else to do, he gave in to the light pull she
gave his arm and followed her into the hallway. At least I won't
be alone for a little while, he consoled himself. He couldn't
help but think as he watched her seductively swaying hips in front
of him that she seemed more interested in him than just to help
find his wife. He hoped so-he would love to get his hands on her
appealing young body.
She led him through complicated winding corridors until
finally they entered an older part of the hotel. Eventually she
stopped outside a door and fumbled for the key hanging from a thin
gold chain around her neck. She unlocked the heavy oak door, and
Robert followed her inside. He was amazed at the opulent luxury
of what seemed to be a large private apartment.
"You like it?" Feyadin asked him, watching his face with
interested amusement. It was obvious he had never seen such
plushness except in movies. The floor was covered with thick
Persian rugs, and all the furniture was upholstered with highly
ornate Moroccan leather. The low tables were covered with objects
of chased brass and gold left over from wealthier days when
sultans ruled the country.
"This is what I call living in style," Robert managed to
blurt out. "Are all the rooms here this luxurious?"
Feyadin laughed deep in her throat, a husky sensual sound
that made his loins ache with desire. Here was a woman he could
really get to like if he were given half a chance.
"No, this is my own special apartment," she answered with
pride. "It used to be for a rich man's favorite mistress, but I
have lived here nearly five years now."
Robert wondered how a young Turkish girl could afford such an
expensive-looking place, but he didn't ask any questions. It was
possible that she, too, was able to stay there only because she
was the kept woman of a wealthy man, and she might be sensitive
about it.
"Make yourself at home," she told him. "I'll be back in a
minute." Then she disappeared into another part of the apartment
and Robert amused himself by looking over the room. A large
water-pipe was near the low-lying couch, and he wondered briefly
what, if anything, Feyadin smoked in it. He finally decided it
was probably just a decoration. He ran his fingertips over the
thick animal skins scattered around on the furniture, enjoying the
sensuous quality of the furs.
Before long he began to wonder what was taking her so long
and sat down on one of the divans. He suddenly realized just how
tired he was and leaned back to rest his eyes. For a moment he
lay there letting his mind go blank, but then again he found
himself wondering about his lovely young bride. He hoped that she
was all right and wished vaguely that he had been able to catch up
with her before this. Then he was suddenly annoyed with her again
for disappearing like that, and after deciding that he had done as
much as he could for now, he relaxed and dropped off into a light
sleep.
* * *
In another part of the huge hotel, Penny was slowly
recovering from the effects of the drugs Osman had put into her
drink earlier. Nisli had turned her unconscious form over to an
old woman-servant who was plying the dazed young wife with thick
black coffee while she lay soaking in a sunken marble bath filled
with hot water and perfumed oils. She felt completely drained and
utterly exhausted. However, the groggy blonde was slowly
beginning to return from the hazy dream world, where she had been
lost for what seemed an eternity, back to the world of reality.
The hot coffee and the warm water were helping to revive her, and
now that she was regaining consciousness she was becoming more and
more aware of her surroundings and beginning to wonder where she
was.
The old woman held up a hammered copper coffee pot, but the
confused young wife made a sign to show that she had had enough
and the servant bowed and silently left the room.
Penny took the opportunity to crane her neck and look around.
She was trying to figure out how she had gotten there. The last
thing she remembered was getting into bed back at the motel, and
after that it seemed she had been dreaming and dreaming for ages.
She couldn't help but recall the previous events that had led to
her running away from Robert and the hotel bridal suite, and she
wondered about her husband-she felt a little sorry for him. He
was probably worried sick. Well, she thought, let him worry.
Tomorrow, she would return to their hotel and maybe by then Robert
would have learned a lesson. She had decided the whole thing was
silly. If only he would try as hard as she would, surely they
could work the whole thing out.
She peered curiously from the tub out through the open arched
doorway. The building looked like a palace from where she was
sitting, and for a split second she considered the possibility
that she was still dreaming. Otherwise, how could she explain her
presence here? But she could feel the warm wetness of the water
on her skin and still taste the cloying sweetness of the coffee in
her mouth.
No, she definitely was not dreaming. Then what had happened?
Could it be that Robert had found her at the motel, and somehow,
without waking her, had moved her to this luxurious palatial
apartment? She was suddenly sure that was it, and she was about
to call his name, when she heard softly padded footsteps in the
other room. That's probably him now, she thought, coming to
surprise me with his cleverness at finding me after I ran away
without leaving even a note. She smiled to herself and
expectantly watched the doorway.
"Hello, my dear. Are you feeling better?" Nisli asked.
Penny gasped and shielded her exposed breasts with her hands,
sinking down into the bubble bath as far as she could.
Standing in the doorway was a man in a flowing robe she had
never seen before. He was smiling at her in a relaxed familiar
manner, and for a moment she wondered if she should know him. Had
she had too much to drink and somehow allowed herself to go off
with a perfect stranger? She stared in fascinated horror at his
unusually handsome face, taking in his deep-set dark eyes, full
sensual-looking lips trimmed with a thin mustache, and noticing
the single gold tooth flashing in his mouth. No, she was certain,
she had never to her knowledge seen him before this moment.
"W-who are you," she stammered, her voice trembling as he
gazed knowingly down at her as though she had belonged to him
forever.
"Nisli Bey," he answered, bowing slightly. "Your new
master."
The abducted bride's mouth gaped open at his words. It had
to be some kind of weird joke- she had never heard of such a thing
in her life.
"You seem a little taken aback, my dear," Nisli said in a
tone of superiority. "You mean to tell me your husband Robert
said nothing at all to you about our arrangement?" He watched her
face with an inner chuckle as her mouth fell open in undisguised
fear, eyes widening in disbelief at his meaning.
"B-but he couldn't do such a thing!" she sputtered. "It-it's
illegal! And besides, Robert loves me," she added as an after
thought. Immediately after her words had left her lips, she
wondered if it were not possible after all. This part of the
world might have totally different laws from other countries for
all she knew, or this could be happening without the knowledge of
the authorities. And there was no doubt that Robert had been
highly displeased with her when he had left the hotel.
"Are you sure?" Nisli goaded her teasingly. "He certainly
seemed happy enough to accept my offer, and the price was not too
steep, either." He was enjoying playing with the confused young
woman like a cat with a mouse. He knew how proud and independent
these American women were, and nothing pleased him more than to
make them feel like helpless slaves who could be bought and sold
on a mere whim. They usually changed their attitudes once they
understood that they would be treated with the respect that
normally fell only to royal concubines. All they had to do was
admit that they were at the mercy of his will, and life could be
extremely good for them-at least as long as he wasn't bored.
Penny stared at his grinning face for a long time, shaken by
his calm, secure manner. Finally she had had enough.
"Please leave the room," she said curtly. "I'm getting
dressed and I'm leaving." She jerked her head around and stared
blankly at the tiles on the wall, waiting for him to obey her
command. But he only laughed softly and remained standing in the
doorway.
"I'm afraid you'll have to change your attitude, my dear," he
said after a long pause. "You don't seem to understand. You are
now completely at my mercy, and you will have to do as you're
told. Never again will you be able to order anyone around-except
the handmaidens who will take good care of you for me. Even they
will listen to me first if there is any doubt about what to do."
With that he snapped his fingers once, and she heard the shuffle
of feet behind him.
Two young girls dressed in loosely fitted white robes
appeared with thick towels draped over their arms and a bundle of
clothing clearly intended for Penny. Nisli rasped a few brief
words to them in Turkish, and they crossed to the tub where Penny
was still trying to hide her body from his view.
"These women will assist in preparing you to come to me," he
told her coldly. "Do not give them any difficulty. My man Mahmet
is waiting outside, and he's very anxious to begin teaching you
proper respect. He believes that women are like animals-both need
a little training before they behave the way they should." Then
he was gone.
The first woman unfolded a huge towel and held it out for the
completely astounded young blonde. Penny hesitated a moment and
then decided that she would have to dry off and dress before she
could do anything about her situation. She rose up from the
water, slightly embarrassed at exposing herself to these total
strangers.
They seemed not to pay the slightest attention to her
nakedness, rubbing her tender skin dry with great care and
skillfully plying her body with sweet-smelling oil as she stood
between them like a lovely princess of old. In spite of her fear
and confusion, their hands felt good on her soft skin and soothed
her nerves. When they were finished they stood on either side of
her and began to drape her almost reverently with a beautiful
embroidered gown of green and gold. Penny happened to glance in
the full-length mirror at the far end of the room and saw herself
as her shimmering nakedness slowly disappeared beneath its
caressing folds. Her tall lithe body was softly glistening in the
muted light, her breasts gleaming like twin white moons, and her
full flaring hips and tapering thighs had never looked so
appealing. Even the golden triangle of pubic hair up between her
legs shone from the oil, matching the loosely falling locks making
a blonde parenthesis around her face. She watched in wonder as
the two women cinched in the waist of the robe to cover her body,
finishing their work by slipping her feet into thin gold sandals
and then bedecking her with large, circular gold earrings and
numerous matching bracelets.
The young wife couldn't help admiring herself in the mirror,
and she had to grin at the childish way the girls stood back and
waited for her to compliment their skill. She felt lake
Cleopatra, quickly flashing a smile at them before she strode
regally out of the room.
The man who called himself Nisli was nowhere to be seen, and
Penny curiously explored the first room she entered. It seemed to
be a kind of dressing-sitting room, with ornamental mirrors and
vanity tables, many overstuffed chairs and lounges, and rows and
rows of bottled perfumes and powders. She opened a wide closet
and found it filled with all styles of dresses-a wardrobe such as
she had never seen except in movies and magazines. They all
seemed to be about her size, and she was secretly envious of
whoever owned them all.
Penny walked into the next room and found in the middle
against one wall the largest bed she had ever seen. It was
covered by a red velvet canopy hanging from four carved posts at
the corners. Stepping closer, she realized that the bed was
surrounded by mirrors made to look like room dividers, with a
circular mirror mounted in the canopy over the bed. She knew that
there could be only one purpose for them. Anyone on the bed would
be able to see himself from whatever position he was in.
This man Nisli liked to see himself making love to women.
She had heard of such things in naughty whispered conversations,
but never had she dreamed that they actually existed. She must
have been brought to a virtual den of iniquity-and she had to find
a way out before it was too late.
She rushed over to the window and looked into a huge high-
walled garden. It would be easy enough to slip out the window and
try to find a way over the wall, she was thinking, but then she
saw the dogs and her heart seemed to leap up into her throat.
They were almost as tall as her waist, with long pointed
snouts and sharp teeth. Obviously, this avenue of escape had been
tried before, and Nisli wasn't taking any chances. She wouldn't
last five minutes outside with those hungry-looking beasts roaming
restlessly under the window.
Then she tried what she hoped would be a door leading to the
hallway, only to find that it was locked. She was trapped in
these rooms, and she began to wonder if she would ever get out.
Suddenly the door she had just tried opened and Nisli came in.
Penny caught a glimpse of a giant man standing guard outside the
door and fought down her impulse to make a run for it. That was
probably the Mahmet he had mentioned before, and he looked like he
could snap her in two if he wanted. She drew in a deep breath and
straightened herself into a stern pose of indignation.
"All right, Mr. Nisli," she began. "Thank you very much for
your kindness, but now I demand that I be allowed to have my own
clothes." Penny quickly slipped off the gold bracelets and the
earrings. Then placing them on the chair beside her she said, "I
must leave now. My husband is expecting me." She hoped that he
wouldn't see how frightened and hopeless she felt inside.
He totally ignored her words.
"I see you've inspected your suite," he said in a mild voice.
"I hope it meets with your approval. You may be spending a lot of
time here."
She opened her mouth to speak, but was unable to form words
with her lips. He was taking it for granted that she would stay
here until he decided she could leave.
"Here is something which might interest you," he said in a
shrewd, suggestive tone. He opened a pair of louvered doors to
reveal a large television screen. Flipping a switch, he motioned
for her to sit in a chair facing the screen, and then he adjusted
the dials until the picture became clear.
She hadn't intended to sit down. She wanted to show him that
he couldn't tell her what to do, but when she saw what was on the
screen, she practically fell back into the chair from shock.
There was Robert-with another woman!
"This is coming from another suite in the building," Nisli
told her in a flat, cold voice. "You can decide for yourself
whether or not your husband is concerned about you."
With a smile of cruel satisfaction, Nisli lit one of his
cigarettes and stood back to enjoy what was coming. He had just
talked with Feyadin, and knew that the American was ready to do
anything she might ask of him. They had smoked some strong
hashish in the water-pipe, and the young husband was already
beginning to make advances when Nisli had called her away to
briefly talk with her. Now they were together again, and Feyadin
had been instructed to go ahead.
Penny barely noticed when Nisli reached to one side and
flicked off the lights in the room, and then pressed a button
which caused the heavy window drapes to glide closed, leaving the
television as the only source of illumination.
On the screen Penny could see a large double bed almost like
the one she had just been looking at. In the center of the bed a
long-legged, dark-haired girl was lying spread-eagled, completely
naked before the hidden camera. Robert, also stripped bare, was
kneeling on the bed between her widespread legs running his lips
and tongue excitedly up and down her body. He sucked at her
ripely rounded breasts, teasing the nipples up into trembling
hardness, and then he traced a path with his tongue over the flat
plane of the girl's passionately heaving stomach all the way down
between her quivering inner thighs.
Penny gasped out loud at the obscene pleasure Robert was
taking over the lewdly prostrate form on the bed. If that's what
he wants to do to me, he's got a surprise coming, she was
thinking. She had never seen such wanton depravity in her whole
life.
Then on the screen Feyadin's hands tangled in Robert's hair,
pulling his greedy lips tightly to her loins. Penny leaned
forward gripping the arms of the chair until her hands ached. She
could not move. She tried to close her eyes and blot out the
shocking picture but she couldn't even do that. She had to look-
the salacious spectacle was hypnotizing her even as her mind
rebelled-to watch her own husband toying with the naked squirming
body of another woman was debasing and lewd. Still, she could not
turn away.
The watching bride's husband had worked the dark-haired
Turkish girl up to a fever pitch and her mouth hung wide open in
ecstatic rapture, her glassy, lust-crazed eyes staring up into
nothingness. He placed himself in position over her rapidly
rising and falling belly, his face hanging within inches of the
black-furred pubic mound below. Her fingers still clutched in his
hair and struggled desperately to pull his face down to her
squirming cunt below, but he was obviously holding back until he
was ready. His hands pressed down on the smooth flat plane of her
lower stomach as his thumbs squeezed into the fleshy outer flanges
of her vaginal lips. Penny sucked in her breath with a gasp as
her husband's thumbs massaged the other woman's soft moist pussy-
flesh for a moment, and then pulled outward slowly, parting the
dark wet curls to expose the moist inner folds of her cuntal
crevice. The tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris was clearly
visible just above the stretched elastic vaginal opening.
Then Robert finally gave in to the straining hands in his
hair and his head dropped, his probing wet tongue snaking out to
teasingly flick at the quivering little clitoral nub. Feyadin's
body jerked at the sudden electric contact and her legs clamped
tightly together around his head, the firm softness of her inner
thighs imprisoning his ears in a vise-like grip. Her hips began a
slow up and down movement in rhythm to the ministrations of his
lashing tongue as soft mewls of animal pleasure came from between
her clenched teeth. She was lost in a mindless uncontrolled lust
as her upper torso writhed like a belly dancer's, her wildly
gyrating buttocks grinding spasmodically down into the mattress.
Penny watched the lewdly depraved scene as though it came
from a distant dream she had once had, strange chords of
remembrance passion through her head. It was almost as though it
had all happened to her somewhere in the past, but she was unable
to believe it possible that she could ever react in such an
abandoned way. Her mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched
Feyadin twisting wantonly under the degrading sucking at her
loins. The confused young blonde was no longer certain whether
the two writhing bodies she was watching were real or a figment of
her imagination. It felt as though they were dancing in her head.
Time and distance had suddenly become indefinable. Nothing
existed in the world but the scene before her, and she seemed
somehow mystically connected to the two figures on the screen.
It suddenly dawned on her that when she had first been
brought to this apartment, not even aware that she had left the
motel, it was entirely possible that Nisli had performed similar
lewd acts on her own helpless body. It would explain a lot of
things to her confused mind. He seemed to consider her his
property even though, to her knowledge, up to this point, he had
never even touched her. And she had felt a little strange and
sore down in her genitals when she had first come out of her
stupor of sleep.
The embarrassed young bride suddenly blushed in her new
understanding, and she glanced sideways at Nisli standing beside
her to see if he had noticed. But he was staring straight ahead
at the screen as if lost in the lascivious act taking place there,
a thin smile curling his sensual lips.
She glanced back at the screen and saw that Robert had
stopped what he was doing at the squirming woman's open loins, and
now he was crawling up her writhing body, his lips slowly working
their way up, pausing now and then at soft sensitive spots for a
quick flick of his tongue. It was then that Penny saw Robert's
distended erect penis protruding down between his legs, the heavy
testicles beneath filled to bursting with sperm. The massively
rigid cock paused momentarily over Feyadin's undulating vagina,
and Penny thought that her husband was going to ram it up into the
girl right then. But instead he slowly moved all the way up her
slippery perspiring body and straddled her firmly upthrust
breasts.
Penny could see the proud roundly molded mounds squeezing up
around his thickness as he took them in his hands and pressed them
together against his lewdly excited cock. He stroked back and
forth a few times in the soft tunnel between them, flicking the
tautly erect nipples with his thumbs at the same time, and then he
moved up farther until his muscular young buttocks pressed down on
her breasts. Penny saw the tight bulges squeeze out as his weight
sank down, smashing them onto her chest. His lustfully thick
penis stood straight out from his belly, the bloated rubbery head
only a few inches above the girl's gasping mouth. Robert reached
one hand back behind him and with a quick twist of his wrist,
shoved his middle finger up between her wide-open thighs,
skewering it far into the hotly moist depths of her cunt all the
way to the flatness of his palm. Feyadin jerked as he rotated the
skewering finger around inside, teasing the wet sensitive walls
until finally she gasped aloud, breathing a moan of surrender to
the lascivious ministrations the young bridegroom was working on
her body.
His incredulous bride watched Robert's face twist into a
obscene sadistic grin as he reached down with his free hand and
pressed the underside of his rigidly swollen cock in a slow
teasing circle around Feyadin's open lips. Her tongue flicked
hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening
in the gland at the end. She strained forward, the cords in her
neck standing out, trying to suck the tantalizingly stiff
instrument into her mouth, but Robert laughed above her as he kept
it just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick
up and down the lewdly inciting cock's underside.
Penny's breath was coming in quick short gasps as she
involuntarily watched the depraved scene. Suddenly she could take
it no more-to see her husband of one day relishing these perverted
unnatural acts on another woman's body was just too much for the
young innocent bride.
"Turn it off! Please, turn it off!" she pleaded, crying out
as if in physical pain.
Responding to her words, Nisli quietly got up and switched
the set off, at the same time lighting a lamp that shone with a
soft reddish glow.
"I think you'll agree that your husband has very little
interest in finding you at the moment," he said, turning to stare
coldly at her confused, grief-stricken face.
"Yes, yes," the deserted young bride sobbed. "He doesn't
care about me at all!" Then she completely broke down, feeling
more alone and lost than ever before in her life. Suddenly
without previous warning, she felt Nisli's hand slide down into
the embroidered robe and over her upper back, gradually forcing
its way under her arm toward the rounded fullness of her breast.
"You might as well relax and enjoy yourself," he gloated,
ignoring Penny's resistance as she clamped her arm swiftly down
over his probing fingers, trying to trap them before they reached
her trembling breast.
"Don't!" she cried out in alarm as she realized that he
expected the sight of her husband with another woman to convince
her to go along with his wishes. "Just because Robert is
shameless in giving his attentions to somebody else, don't believe
for a minute that I'm just like him," she protested in a proud
voice. "Because I'm not!"
With that she suddenly sat forward and struggled to her feet
in order to escape his grasping fingers. But Nisli had expected
the movement and deftly hung onto the gown she was wearing so that
it came away from her shoulders and slipped down over her arms.
She pulled frantically to get away from him, but his greater
strength held her leaning forward in front of him, her firmly ripe
breasts nakedly exposed from the robe now lowered almost to her
waist. Her arms were helplessly pinned to her sides by the
sleeves of the garment, and she felt him wrap an arm tightly
around her waist forcing her body back against his. His free hand
slipped around her naked shoulder, sliding across her bare mid-
section and rising to cup her right breast. He kneaded greedily
at the resilient white mound in his palm, trapping the hardened
sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing
until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised
excitement from Penny's open lips. He pushed forward with his
pelvis to wedge his covered hardness into the narrow crevice
between her tightly clenched buttocks.
Then the relentless slave-master crushed her ribs so tightly
in his cruel embrace that she thought they would break, and he
leaned back forcing her feet up off the floor. She screamed
loudly and kicked her knees up in front of her as he carried her
with ease over to the double bed. He held her at the edge of the
four-poster until she had struggled herself into weakness, all the
while running his hand from one excitedly heaving breast to the
other, tweaking the pinkly erect nipples and fondling the fleshy
warm mounds in appreciation. He was enjoying her vain attempts to
resist, feeling her taut buttocks clenching and unclenching
desperately around his hardness through the material of their
robes. Finally she had no more strength to continue the struggle,
and she grew limp in his vise-like grasp, a warm and breathing rag
doll, a play thing to be used in any way he wished. Her head hung
forward with her chin on her chest, the long blonde hair falling
away in cascades over her fearfully palpitating breasts.
"That's right, baby, you might as well give in," he growled
behind her, his breath coming in short gasps from his effort.
"Nobody's going to help you now."
Without warning he suddenly threw her forward onto the bed in
front of them, and without hesitation fell on top of her. As he
lay there with his heaviness pinning her to the mattress, he used
the freedom this gave his hands to remove the robe he was wearing,
yanking it from beneath his body. Then his hands reached down to
the hem of her robe which had bunched up around her knees and
slipped it slowly up between their two figures, crumpling it in a
tight ring around her waist. Now his distended hard cock was
pressed right up into the naked warmth between her tautly
squirming buttocks, its thin clear seminal fluid seeping out to
make a wet trail on her creamy white ass-cheeks.
The hopeless young bride jerked and moaned as she felt his
probingly hot shaft come into contact with her naked buttocks from
behind, and then she felt one of his hands trail a slow teasing
path down her side and insinuate itself under her ruthlessly
pinioned body to pinch at her quivering belly beneath. He forced
the searching fingers between her down-grinding belly and the
velvet-covered mattress until he could feel the thin curly tangle
of pubic hair on the little mound at the base of her stomach. He
played with it for a moment and then suddenly curled his hand down
into the moist narrow slit up between her thighs, the nail of his
extended middle finger scraping gently over the tiny bud of her
hotly throbbing clitoris, sending chills of unwanted sensation
thrilling through her body. Penny felt a sudden surge of renewed
energy to resist when his hand curled still farther into the
juncture of her loins, parting the slightly moist lips of her
pussy to teasingly snake its way inside the tight elastic opening
of her cunt. Wild electric shocks jangled through the struggling
bride's nerve-endings as she thrashed and twisted under the weight
of his body above. The rigid thickness of his hotly excited cock
was now pressed deeper up into the sweat-moistened crevice between
her ass-cheeks, throbbing as though it had a life of its own.
Penny unconsciously ground back up against it in her panic,
causing her tiny puckered anus to feel the direct contact of its
bloated pulsing tip, and she flinched away from its hotness back
down onto his hand.
Nisli began a gentle rocking motion forward against her ass,
obscenely matching the rhythm with that of his finger fucking into
her warmly encasing vagina below. He could feel the exciting
swell of her shivering buttocks around his hotly probing cock and
the wild sensation almost caused him to shoot his seething sperm
over her squirming white flesh. But he wasn't yet ready for that
variation. Pressing his flat palm hard into the small of her back
to keep her from raising up, he pulled his other hand roughly out
from under her thrashing resisting body and tangled his fingers,
wet with her vaginal juices, in her hair. Holding her fast to the
bed with the pressure of his hand, the sadistic grin on his face
widening, he lifted her contorted face by the hair up off the
mattress. At the same time he scrambled over her on his knees
until his loins were aligned next to her face, thrusting forward
to ram his thick turgid cock up against her tightly compressed
lips.
Penny had her eyes clenched shut when she felt her mouth
being forced open by something hard and rubbery pressing between
her lips. She tightened the hinges of her jaws, but the force was
relentless, and then she couldn't believe it when his lustfully
swollen penis, thick and rounded at the bloated tip, slipped in
between her teeth, intruding firmly until it was sunk deep in her
gaping mouth. She was nearly choking on the hotly pulsing
thickness, yet she pretended not to know what it was holding her
teeth apart and forcing her tongue out of its way, but she
couldn't ignore the insistent mouth-filling presence. She wanted
to bite down hard but, she was afraid her apparent master would
hurt her if she did, and she thrashed with her shoulders to try to
break away.
But Nisli tightened his fingers in her blonde hair and shoved
down harder with his other hand until it seemed he would snap her
spine, his lewdly throbbing cock pushing in all the way to the
very entrance to her throat. He started stroking in and out of
her face, looking down to enjoy the clasping oval her unwilling
lips made around his thickly rigid shaft. The hot wetness of her
saliva made him groan in ecstasy above her.
"Suck it, baby. Use your tongue," he commanded her with a
gasp.
The harshness of his tone and the back-bending pressure of
his hand caused Penny to open her eyes wide in fright so that she
could now see the bulging thickness of his rod skewering into her
face, the black mass of pubic hair actually touching the end of
her nose as he pumped into her painfully filled mouth. Her neck
twisted to one side was hurting so badly she thought she would
faint, and secretly she hoped she would-to blot out the horror of
what was happening to her.
It can't be, it can't be, she repeated over and over in her
fear-clouded mind. But the incessant gagging pressure of the cock
slipping in and out of her burning lips did not let up, and she
responded to the tearing of his fingers in her hair by reluctantly
sliding her moistly ministering tongue over the bulging vein on
the underside of his shaft.
"That's it, baby," he groaned down at her, easing the grip of
his fingers in her hair a little. "Suck it good, and I'll treat
you nicer." He moved the base of his hand across the plane of her
cheekbone to press down on her bulging cheek and increase the
pleasure she was giving his obscenely impaling cock. She was
grunting involuntarily with each inward stroke he made, increasing
his sensations a hundredfold by the animal-like sounds she was
making around his hotly pulsing shaft.
Experimentally, the lustfully aroused Turk eased the pressure
of his hand on her lower back, and when she automatically tried to
buck her body up from the bed and escape his cruel impalement of
her mouth, he slapped it back down hard, bringing a low groan of
helpless agony from her lips locked around his mouth-fucking cock.
Again, slowly, he lifted his hand, and this time she did not make
the attempt. He then brushed his now free left hand over her
trembling rounded buttocks and slipped his extended middle finger
lightly along the clasping crevice between them. After a moment
he slipped his hand up once again to the robe that was still
bunched up around her waist holding her arms like a straight
jacket. And without a word, but still ramming long drives
powerfully up into the hot wetness of her open mouth, he reached
under her and loosened the gown to pull it away. When it caught
at her bent elbows, he jerked at it until she felt it would break
her arm so that she reluctantly struggled to help him get it off.
Finally it came away and then he uncovered her other arm,
carelessly throwing the robe onto the floor beside the bed. Now
she was completely naked under his lewdly sadistic gaze, and she
groaned again as he ran his fingers all over her exposed tingling
flesh, pausing to tease for a moment at her tightly puckered anal
ring.
"Don't think you can escape me now," he warned her in a husky
lust-thickened voice. He watched her look up at his face with her
terror-stricken blue eyes as if to say she had given up and
whatever he wanted to do now was unavoidable, and he released his
grip on her hair. When she continued to swirl her tongue in
servile acceptance around the tip of his smoothly pummeling cock,
he reached down with both hands and in one swift motion turned her
over onto her back. His hard throbbing shaft did not come out of
her mouth as he moved over with her and straddled her face, his
knees planted on either side of her head, his eyes facing the
nakedly prostrate length of her lush young body. He kept stroking
his still-expanding rod in and out, leaning forward then to grasp
with his hands under her knees and raise them up and out to the
side, obscenely exposing her narrow pink slit up between to his
lascivious gaze. He felt the young blonde's mouth hesitate
momentarily on his cock as though she might resist this further
assault on her helpless body, and he immediately pressed his palms
into the firm inner flesh of her thighs, spreading them farther
apart and holding them there by sheer force. He dropped his head
with an animal-like growl of hunger and began to lick at her now
openly spread cunt. He could feel the softness of the fine blonde
pubic hair against his lips as he flicked his tongue along the
full length of her forcedly expanded vaginal opening.
Penny jerked from the sudden electric contact with her
sensitive cuntal flesh, unexpected thrills of pleasure welling up
uncontrollably inside her quivering belly. Then she felt his
extended fingertips stretching the wet outer flanges away from the
glistening furrow of inner softness, and his warm moist tongue
drove excitedly straight through the tight elastic ring up into
her startled cunt. The sudden searing joy emanating from the
penetration of her vagina caused her to involuntarily bite down
and scrape her teeth over the velvety skin of his rigidly
throbbing cock imbedded in her mouth, and he groaned from the
mixed pain and pleasure the shock sent into his cum-laden balls
below.
Then Nisli felt the response he had been waiting for when she
slowly began to undulate her loins against his spearing hot
tongue, the tiny clenched opening of her cunt sucking hungrily at
its pointed tip. He thrust as deeply as he could into the hotly
expanding moistness, his lips nibbling at the palpitating outer
folds of her curl-lined pussy each time he drove his skewering
tongue in. He swirled his stiff oral member around and around
inside the throbbing walls of Penny's vagina, savoring her loss of
control more than he had his victory over any woman before. She
had been so proudly resistant up to this point that he had begun
to doubt whether he could break her down without the use of some
conscience-killing drug, but she was beginning to come out of her
prudishness. He was conquering her by sheer will power. He knew
how to turn women on.
Penny felt like a cheap shameless whore. Here she was
spread-eagled on her back under a total stranger, his mouth doing
awful obscene things down on her pulsating cunt, his cock pumping
relentlessly into her mouth and, although she found it difficult
to believe, she was beginning to enjoy it! She groaned heavily
around the thrusting thickness of his pounding cock-shaft in
humiliation and debasement-but she continued sucking him,
increasing her efforts to give him pleasure with her lips and
tongue as he gave her more and more of the lustful sensations she
had suddenly learned to crave more than life itself.
Unconsciously the awakening captive bride began to rock her
openly spread loins up and down under the Turk's face locked
between her thighs, grinding her quivering buttocks lewdly down
into the mattress with each down-stroke, then arching her back to
reach up again for his flicking tongue. Her hips and thighs began
to tremble out of control from the wildly erotic feelings he was
sending through her whole body, and she thrashed and squirmed like
a madwoman under him, her legs kicking up in the air toward the
ceiling and jerking insanely above his head.
When she opened her eyes, she found that she was looking into
the mirror over the bed. They made such a salaciously obscene
picture that she was struck as if by a blow to the stomach with
the lust-inciting and at the same time humiliating vision. In
spite of an almost overwhelming desire to shut out the scene by
again closing her eyes, she stared fascinated at the dark
attentive head trapped between her creamy white thighs bobbing
like a man caught in the rapids of a river, and at her own face
distorted into a lewd mask by the swelling thickness ramming in
and out of her mouth. Glancing to the side, she found she could
get another view. They formed a two-headed figure she now knew
was what people called a "sixty-nine". She pulled her knees back
past his shoulders to better see what he was doing that sent such
wild sensations through her nerves like lightning flashes of
passion, and the movement exposed her tiny puckered anus more
openly to him.
The hedonistic Turk did not hesitate, but shoved his head
forward the extra necessary inch to bury his tongue this time in
the hot little rectal opening, bringing deep-throated moans from
her chest. Then he began alternating between the two nether
orifices until the thin ridge of slickly smooth flesh between them
was slippery wet with the mingling of his saliva with her cuntal
juices.
Nisli could tell from the way her straining belly was
beginning to jerk faster and faster under him that she was nearing
a climax, and he took his hands from the insides of her thighs and
wrapped them around her hips to grasp her lusciously rounded
buttocks in his fingers, digging harshly into them with his nails
as he pulled her tighter up to his mouth. He could feel her hotly
quivering clitoris vibrating under his voracious sucking lips like
a tiny cock about to ejaculate in his mouth, and then her cum-
juices began to flood out copiously over his fucking tongue and
she moaned and grunted her release around his pistoning cock. She
was sucking with complete abandon now out of deep-felt gratitude
for the intense pleasure this strange man was giving her, and he
felt his desire-bloated balls swell and ache, ready to explode
into her eagerly laboring mouth.
Her hands, which had been lying loosely on the bed beside
their obscenely coupled bodies until now, suddenly seemed to take
on a life of their own as they reached up to play over his pumping
buttocks and instinctively massage his cum-laden balls and the
base of his thick cock-shaft until the unendurably excited Turk
could hold back no longer. He increased the speed and depth of
his strokes into her mouth until it seemed to her she would have
to choke on his hard penetrating rod-then he felt the turgid
steaming cum boil up out of his testicles and begin to spurt in
endless streams into her repeatedly swallowing throat. On and on
came the wild gushes of thick white sperm spewing hotly up into
Penny's throat, making her Adam's apple bob up and down as she
struggled to keep from choking, the burning liquid searing all the
way down into her belly. Finally with one final jerking spasm, it
was over-and his depleted cock began to deflate in her mouth as
she continued sucking softly at the palpitating rod of flesh. He
fell over on his side next to her on the bed, the two of them
panting heavily from the draining effects of their orgasms. Penny
was staring blankly into the mirror above the bed, her unseeing
eyes fixed on the lewdly splayed-out female body which did not
seem to be her own, but that of some stranger she had never seen
before.
After a long time she came to her senses, and her mind was
flooded with shame and humiliation at her wanton abandon under
Nisli's ministrations. She groaned loudly into the room at the
obscene sight of her young body stretched out openly beneath the
mirror, and tearfully covered her eyes with her forearm to block
it out. If only she had never married Robert, she was sobbing to
herself, she would never have been brought to this, and she would
be safe in her apartment in Philadelphia. Because of her young
husband's uncaring brutal rape on their first night of marriage
she had been more used and degraded than she could have imagined
in her wildest nightmares. It wasn't fair, she shouldn't have
been forced to go through what she had just been subjected to!
She would never be able to forgive Robert for this, nor
herself for being so caught up in her own physical sensations that
she had actually responded to Nisli's depraved caresses like one
of the two-dollar whores Robert had gone out earlier to find in
the streets of Istanbul.
I'll find a way to get even with Robert for this, she was
thinking bitterly-but at the same time she knew she would never be
able to obliterate this experience from her tortured memory. this
would be with her until the day she died, and nothing she could do
would enable her to forget it. Her virginal innocence of only
twenty-four hours ago was gone forever.
Chapter 6
Robert Hale felt as though he had been transported to another
planet by the intense physical pleasures Feyadin had introduced
him to the last hour. Now he was lying on the bed with her,
totally exhausted after God knew how many orgasms and positions
they had tried in making love. He couldn't decide if the
overwhelming effects were predominantly from the hashish she had
showed him how to smoke from the water-pipe, or mainly from the
wild sensations of their wantonly abandoned sex together. He
finally decided it was a combination of both.
He raised up on one elbow and looked down at the girl he had
met in the hotel lobby only a short time ago while he was looking
for his wife. He wondered then why she had so willingly offered
to help him and now he understood. Her lips were turned up in a
sleepy sensual smile of satisfied bliss. Her pink-tipped breasts
were rising and falling evenly as she rested from their exertions
together.
For once his limply hanging penis did not stir as he ran his
eyes over the graceful curves of her thighs and hips and the point
where they melded together at the curly triangle of dark pubic
hair, and on up over her taut white belly to the fully rounded
half-moons of her breasts. He felt completely satiated for the
first time in his life.
Suddenly he remembered how the seemingly endless orgy had
begun. She had said that she had asked the cleaning woman in the
hall about Penny, and had been told that his young wife was in the
hotel. Robert had jumped at the revelation, eager to go then and
there to confront his runaway bride, but Feyadin had stalled him
off. She had hemmed and hawed for a long time, meanwhile
preparing dark brown chunks of hashish in the water-pipe, and
finally he'd got her to come out and tell him what was on her
mind.
He could hardly believe his ears when she'd said that she
would take him to Penny-but only if he would make love to her
first. Robert had been surprised at her suggestion, but he had no
difficulty in complying with her request. He had been strongly
attracted to her from the moment she had offered to help him in
the lobby, and then to hear her beg him to fuck her led him to
believe she must be a nymphomaniac. It had made the prospect even
more exciting to him. Besides, he now reflected as he looked down
at the sleeping girl, what choice had he had when you came right
down to it? Even if she had been lying about knowing where Penny
was, that was no reason to refuse, especially since he was already
interested.
Now he no longer felt any passion raging in his loins,
however, and he reached over and shook Feyadin by the arm. Her
eyes opened immediately as though she had been watching him under
her sultry eyelids, and she smiled up at him seductively.
"Again?" she asked, mistaking his reason for waking her up.
"You Americans have a lot of stamina."
"Not this time, Fey," he said, calling her by the short
nickname he had used when he was making love to her earlier. "I
want you to take me to my wife-now," he said, squeezing her upper
arm painfully in case she wanted to stall him again. He had had
about as much as he could take of her demanding sexual tastes, at
least for the moment.
Feyadin looked up at him speculatively, as though trying to
decide how much farther she could push him before taking him to
the next phase of Nisli's plan. She couldn't be sure how he would
react when he learned what his wife had been subjected to, and she
would have liked to enjoy a little more of his youth and physical
strength. Then with a sigh she made up her mind that he wouldn't
wait any longer, and she slowly got up from the mattress, giving
his deflated cock a final playful squeeze with her fingers before
standing up.
"All right," she reluctantly agreed. "Get dressed and we'll
go. You can put on that gown over there; we won't be going far
and no one will see you."
He shrugged into the fancy silk gown she had pointed out to
him and waited for her to straighten her hair and join him at the
door of the bedroom. She lifted her face up to his for a quick
kiss before leaving, and he felt her tongue dart serpent-like into
his mouth, but he ignored the light aching sensation this caused
in his depleted testicles as he urged her toward the door.
"Promise me you won't say anything until we find out if she's
still busy," she said as they walked together down a carpeted hall
from her apartment.
Robert's heart jumped in his chest at her words. "W-what do
you mean, busy?" he demanded.
"You'll see," she smiled up at him coyly. "Just promise me,
or I can't take you there." She stopped and refused to go on until
she had his word.
"Oh, all right, all right," he answered in exasperation. It
was obvious there was something going on he didn't yet understand,
but he would never find out if he didn't go along with her.
Strange thoughts of what he might see were running through his
mind as he meekly followed her to another old section of the
hotel.
Finally they stopped in front of a tall door of heavy carved
wood, and Feyadin pulled a silk tasseled cord. In the interior,
as if from a great distance, Robert heard a softly tinkling bell,
and the door was opened by a huge man with a bald head and muscled
arms as thick as the average man's legs. He stepped aside after
shooting an inquisitive glance at Robert, nodding solemnly at
Feyadin as though he knew her and beckoning them to enter.
What the hell has Penny gotten us into? Robert asked himself
as he followed the Turkish woman from one spacious room to
another. Finally she put up her hand to signal that he should not
talk, and she slowly opened another door and leaned her head
inside. She watched whatever was going on for a long moment and
then she turned back to Robert, whose curiosity was getting the
better of him, and leaned close to whisper in his ear.
"Remember, you promised not to say anything until they're
finished," she warned him, looking deep into his eyes to see if he
would do as she said.
Finally satisfied that he understood, she opened the door a
little wider and slipped silently into the room. Robert followed
close behind, his heart beating in his chest like a tom-tom. He
couldn't imagine what Feyadin's mysterious actions were leading up
to.
And then he saw Penny!
His lovely young bride was up on her knees in the middle of a
huge bed surrounded by mirrors, her face pressed down on its side
into the mattress, her young body completely naked. Up behind her
openly exposed buttocks a man Robert had never seen before was
kneeling, staring down at her defenseless genitals obscenely
proffered to his lustful gaze. The man held his rigidly erect
cock in his right hand, preparing to insert it between her lewdly
spread ass-cheeks where the young beauty's husband could see the
pink moist slit of her vagina below.
Robert gasped in disbelief. This couldn't be his innocent
inexperienced wife waiting expectantly on her knees for the long
thick rod poised inches from her upraised buttocks. Not the naive
reluctant little bride he had so recently fucked for the first
time in her life. It just couldn't be!
Then the girl lifted her face from the bed a few inches as if
to look back at the man behind her to see why he was hesitating,
and Robert hissed out his breath. He no longer had any room for
doubt that it was in fact his bride. His stomach muscles
tightened and he was about to cry out in anger when he felt
Feyadin's hand tighten on his wrist as she gave him a threatening
glance. He stopped, fighting down his sense of outrage at the
scene taking place only a few yards away on the bed.
To all appearances, neither Nisli nor Robert's wife Penny had
noticed them enter the room. The captive blonde was suddenly
quivering in fear as she felt the intimidating hugeness of the
blood-swollen penis pressed into the split between her widespread
buttocks. He had ordered her up on her knees in a harsh voice
that she could not ignore, and, thinking that she had nothing more
to lose after the depraved sucking act he had just forced her
into, she had obeyed his command.
Oh God, he's too big, she was now thinking in panic. He'll
split me open!
Her buttocks involuntarily cringed forward drawing away from
the rubbery tipped cock, but the relentless shaft followed.
Penny's forehead was once again pressed tightly down into the
mattress. There was no way to escape his hands grasping painfully
into the firmly flaring flesh of her upraised half-moon buttocks.
Penny's incredulous husband saw her cringing forward, and,
after a first impulse to rush to her aid, he smiled crookedly to
himself. Let him tear the phony little bitch open, he swore to
himself. After the way she had resisted her own husband scarcely
one day before, he thought bitterly, she deserved what she was
about to get.
On the bed the frightened young wife felt Nisli's hands slip
forward and close around the curving swell of her hips, holding
her firmly back against his hardness.
"Reach behind-put it in," he panted in anticipation of what
was coming.
"Oh, no, I can't," Penny whimpered into the bedspread. "I
just can't; it'll hurt!"
"Put it in, I said," he growled down at hers digging his
fingers still harder into her flesh.
"Ohh," Penny groaned as she felt the upraised flesh of her
hips being squeezed into tight little balls. She couldn't stand
it. In desperation she reached back between her legs and closed
her hand over his penis. The excitedly throbbing cock-shaft felt
even larger than before when the masterful Turk had fucked into
her mouth. She would never be able to take it.
Robert stood with Feyadin near the door watching the scene.
He felt his cock jerk slightly from the lewdly inciting picture in
front of him as he saw Penny's hand close around the dark-haired
man's thick penile shaft, holding it poised barely an inch from
the upthrust entrance into her quakingly proffered cunt. The
exciting tableau was reflected from various viewpoints in the
surrounding mirrors and the young husband felt a sinking sensation
of jealousy and desire mingle in his stomach as he groaned softly
under his breath.
Nisli squeezed her defenseless hips again, this time bringing
a louder squeal of pain from Penny's tormented lips. She
tearfully placed the rubbery throbbing cock-head against the
clenched elastic opening of her vagina, biting down hard on her
lower lip to hold back the tears of fright that were brimming in
her eyes. She felt the passion-bloated glans begin a slow
prodding against the slightly open lips of her trembling pussy,
parting them and forcing its way inside the tight restricting ring
of flesh that protected the entrance to her secret inner passage.
There was a great stretching feeling in her loins as though the
tender lips were being pulled asunder, and then suddenly she felt
her velvety cuntal ridges swept apart and Nisli's hard thick cock
slip up into her hotly throbbing vagina like a blunt pole of
flesh.
"Agggh!" she choked out through clenched teeth. Her wildly
spasming vaginal walls were on fire. The lust-swollen penis
penetrating her fearfully squirming cunt felt like a thick drill
tunneling deep into her belly through the involuntarily
contracting inner passage. She struggled and swung her buttocks
from side to side in a vain attempt to escape the ruthless
impalement. It was no use. Nisli pushed relentlessly forward,
skewering her right up to the hilt, making her a hopeless prisoner
of his rigidly pulsating cock like a mounted insect pierced
through by a pin. Her lips opened and closed in pain and torment
as she moaned into the mattress from the outward pressure of his
deeply imbedded cock-shaft. He slipped it back out a fraction of
an inch and then groaned huskily as he shoved it forward again up
into her pussy depths as far as it would go. She felt its
pounding rubbery tip bump up against her cervix at the same time
as his heavily bloated testicles slapped up hard against the
softness of her pubic mound below.
The impaled bride's husband watched, his eyes wide-open, as
the fat stocky rod disappeared up inside Penny's tight, widely
stretched vagina. Robert moaned softly in unconscious vicarious
pleasure as he imagined the hot moistness clasping around the
stranger's cock buried deep up inside his young wife. His own
penis so recently satiated with fucking Feyadin jerked wildly
inside the loose-fitting robe, pointing out from his belly, its
swollen head popping obscenely out through the opening in the
front of the garment.
The lovely Turkish girl couldn't help but notice his hardness
thrusting stiffly out into the room, and, with a tiny mewl of
appreciation, she grasped it in her hand, slowly massaging the
loose outer skin up and down over the throbbing gland at the end.
She reached with her free hand down inside her own robe and
slipped her extended middle finger up into the moistening slit of
her pussy, squeezing her excitedly quaking thighs tightly around
her hand to heighten the excruciating sensations of pleasure
flooding once more into her loins. She kept her lust-dilated eyes
fixed avidly on the lewd scene on the bed, flicking her finger tip
lightly over her erect clitoris in time to the steady in and out
strokes her handsome master was beginning to make.
The helplessly skewered young blonde heard Nisli behind her,
gasping and panting lasciviously as he began to rock rhythmically
back and forth into the wetly responding confines of her expanding
vagina. Gradually the pain of his entry was subsiding, giving way
to a feeling of strange masochistic pleasure that rippled through
her, sending waves of sensation through her insides that cried out
for more of the same. She began to slowly undulate her buttocks
in erotic little circles back onto the hotly spearing shaft
fucking into her from behind.
"Ohhhh, God," Penny suddenly breathed back at him in a
tremulous voice. "I like it, it's good. Keep on, keep on!"
Her astonished husband watching from the doorway couldn't
believe the thick husky sound of lust coming from her lips. She
didn't seem to be the same woman any longer, and he reveled in the
cruel humiliation she was being subjected to. It served her right
for depriving him of this kind of passionate response the one time
they had fucked.
Kneeling up behind Penny's bent-over body, Nisli gritted his
teeth and fucked in and out with long leisurely strokes, waiting
to feel the signal of her total acceptance inside her responsively
swiveling cunt. Her words had shown him she was beginning to like
it, but he knew, if he took his time and worked patiently, she
would soon be begging him for more and more. He had been
anticipating her complete surrender, and he wanted it like this,
not under the influence of whatever drug it was that Osman had
given her at the motel. He wanted to know it was her fully
conscious mind that was giving in, not a mindless robot of a woman
who didn't know what she was doing. A feeling of absolute power
surged through him as he held her hips in his hands and skewered
repeatedly into her, enjoying the sensation of the soft fleshy
ridges deep inside her cunt slowly opening around his insistently
pistoning cock, her lust-juices hot and slippery in the tight
narrow passage.
He stretched the quivering half-moons of her buttocks wide
with his fingers, watching with delight the pinkly wet, glistening
cuntal walls clinging around his penis on the out-stroke, then
folding in with the impaling instrument as he drove repeatedly
back into the snug vaginal sheath. He sensed that she had never
been fucked this deep before and he rotated his swollen cock-shaft
around inside, enlarging the moistened passageway and feeling it
clasp greedily around his pulsing hardness like warm elastic. The
soft enveloping tightness brought a tingle of maddening delight
shooting through his cum-swollen balls as his wetly encased cock
pulsated with lewd pleasure.
Penny's eyes opened and closed in a smoky glaze of passion,
flashing like blue signal lights from the intensity of the
feelings ravaging her plundered loins. She spread her thighs out
wider, moving her feet apart on either side of Nisli's bent knees.
Her head dropped lower onto the mattress, forcing her swaying
white buttocks up higher for greater contact, and her heaving
breasts pressed down flat on the bedspread, the rough material
tantalizing her tautly erect nipples. Forgotten now was the
humiliation of bending like a slave while a tyrannical stranger
fucked her relentlessly from behind, forgotten was her puritanical
aversion to promiscuous sex. All that mattered at this moment was
the obscene pleasure coursing through her like a fire raging out
of control. She wanted to be fucked like this, she wanted to be
subjected to any lewd demands placed on her passion-wracked body.
Looking down from his position above her, Nisli saw the tiny
puckering anus nestled in the narrow crevice of her openly spread
buttocks, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to sink his
cock into that virginal untried opening and cum inside her rectum.
He slipped a finger of his right hand down into the wetly flowing
juices seeping out around the pink flanges of her pussy,
moistening its tip thoroughly before sliding it up again to the
tiny anal mouth clenching and unclenching under his gaze.
Lubricated by her cuntal fluids, the finger paused momentarily to
tickle lightly at the puckered entrance and then without warning
he shoved it forward, sinking it in up to his fist.
"Arrrrrghh!" the startled young blonde groaned in front of
him, her feet jerking up and down on the bed as she vainly
struggled to escape his brutally impaling finger. But he gripped
her shoulders forcefully with his free hand, pulling her back
tighter against him. Slowly he swirled his finger around inside
the narrow contracting passage, working excitedly to expand and
enlarge it for the greater thickness to come.
Penny felt the searing pain in her anus slowly subside as her
rectal passage grew accustomed to the presence of his skewering
finger, and she gradually began to rock back to meet his inward
thrusts, matching his steady rhythm stroke for stroke.
Her husband Robert couldn't believe his eyes when suddenly,
without warning, Nisli pulled his finger out of the now expanded
anus with a soft popping sound, and, in one swift movement,
changed his cock from one opening to the other.
On the out-stroke his powerfully pistoning penis had been in
her swiveling cunt, and now on the in-stroke it was shoving its
way by sheer force up into the narrow confines of her helpless
little anus. He tightened his grip on her shoulder muscles with
both hands now to hold her in front of him, relentlessly shafting
up into her anal orifice, rushing up the tight canal until his
stomach was pressed flat against her wildly jerking buttocks.
"Agggh, Agggh, Uuuuuuugh!" Penny groaned under him from the
sudden tearing entrance into her unprotected rectal passage. She
thrashed and bucked helplessly before him, her eyes bulging open
and her long blonde hair whipping from side to side as she tried
to throw herself off his excruciating thickness. But he had her
fastened inescapably to him now, and she could feel his penis
throbbing lewdly inside her like a heart beating in her rectum,
each pulse shoving her cruelly stretched inner walls a little
farther outward from his hardness, until finally she could breathe
again. Her body felt almost limp to her tormentor, like a rag
doll down at his loins, as he began to stroke smoothly in and out,
short and shallow motions at first, but then gradually lengthening
until just the expanded glans at the end of his excitedly pulsing
cock-shaft was left inside before he shoved it back in her right
up to the hilt. To the obscenely skewered young bride, it felt as
though his cock was gliding wetly all the way up between her
laboring lungs each time he plunged into her. She moaned and
perspired under him, not yet moving in response, the pain still
too much for her.
Then the impossible happened! With a low mewl, like an
animal in heat, the beautiful blonde began to rock gently with
him, meeting his inward strokes with her back-thrusting buttocks,
grinding the white half-moons into his hard stomach lasciviously
to get as much of his lust-liberating cock as she could. She was
enjoying it now, and her mouth hung slackly open to the side as
she gasped and panted out her passionate pleas in all the inciting
obscenities she had ever heard or read.
"Ohhhhhhh," she fluted in a quavering high-pitched voice.
"Fuck me, fuck my ass! Ohhhhhh, fuck my ass!"
The sadistic Turk gritted his teeth from the tightness of the
narrow hot anal cavern, pulling his lips back over his teeth in a
grimace of mingled pain and pleasure. He had conquered her as
completely as possible now, and he laughed between his clenched
teeth in low grunt-like sounds as he began pounding harder and
harder against her creamy flattening buttocks.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh," she chanted in time with his smooth strokes
up between her ass-cheeks, the sounds all but smothered out by the
saliva-soaked patch of bedspread bunching up in front of her
mouth. The pain she had felt at first was replaced by a
different, aching pain of unsatisfied desire, and she arched up
her body to let a hand pass under it, slipping up over her
trembling belly to burrow into the wetly expanded furrow of her
pussy. Her fingers found the quivering clitoris and massaged
voraciously at the tiny bud to try and quench the hunger inside
her hotly throbbing cunt. She could feel Nisli's heavy balls
banging up into contact with her hand with each thrust and she
grasped their hairy softness and began to milk them for the hot
orgasmic cum building up inside.
She was approaching orgasm and her body had become something
animal, no longer human as she twisted and churned under him,
jerking her buttocks back to goad him on like a wild stallion
riding her in the race to completion.
"Goddamn," she heard a strangely familiar voice say through
her lust-hazed mind. "Look at the little bitch go!"
Penny jerked her head up from the bed in alarm. There was no
mistaking that hissing voice now-it was her husband Robert. She
dimly saw him in the distance watching her humiliating sexual
abandon, his stiffened penis sticking excitedly out in front of
him through the robe fallen open in front. A woman stood close
beside him, her hand stroking the outer skin of his lustfully
hardened cock up and down as she finger-fucked herself with her
other hand.
Oh, God, no! the shocked young bride screamed inside her
confused mind. It's Robert, and he's standing there watching at
though he doesn't even know who I am! Then she remembered where
she had seen the woman before-on the television screen making love
to her husband-and his young wife looked directly at Robert with
her lust-crazed eyes, smiling a lewd seductive smile to torment
him with her wantonness.
Robert was suddenly filled with a vengeful anger that this
was happening to his own wife, after she had been unable to
satisfy him only hours before. He swept away Feyadin's hand and
ripped off his gown to stand completely naked in the room.
"Ram it to her, friend-whoever you are. Give her all you've
got!" he growled.
At that Nisli finally took notice of what was going on behind
him, looking into the mirror to see the young girl's husband. He
hesitated a moment, breaking his rhythm in the tight little anus,
and then suddenly had an idea. He would show both these superior-
minded Americans the depths he could drag them to, he thought with
sarcasm.
Locking both his arms around Penny's wasp-like waist, he
pinned her back against his loins and with a sudden rolling motion
turned over onto his back. She was still impaled on his thick
hard cock, but now her dilated cunt was nakedly exposed to the
others in the room, her legs wide-flung to the sides as she
struggled to find a foothold to balance herself. The muscles of
her flat white belly were straining to the breaking point from the
pressure of her legs falling down onto the mattress on either side
of his body under hers, and finally she managed to plant her feet
high up on his out-stretched thighs, her knees bent to the sides.
This relieved her stretching muscles and she pressured up and down
on his once more pistoning cock, using his muscular thighs as a
spring-board to push her buttocks up and down against him.
Robert could see the thick dark shaft protruding from her
ass-hole underneath, and looked with greedy eyes at her pinkly
moist cunt up between her thighs. He watched the open, hair-lined
slit making tiny circles in front of him and saw her fully ripe
breasts dancing on her chest. She looked so helpless and enticing
that he could stand it no longer.
Nisli saw the sudden heat of passion enter the young girl's
husband's face over her shoulder, and he grinned in satisfied
glee.
"Come on," he goaded him. "Join the fun. Your wife is a
fantastic fuck!"
Robert groaned from the insulting tone in the man's voice,
but he couldn't resist. In a few quick strides he reached the
edge of the bed where they were screwing and making a low-pitched
growl of lust deep in his throat, threw himself on top of the
churning mass of flesh. He crawled up over Penny's wildly
thrashing body, and positioning himself up between her upraised
thighs, he lodged the swollen head of his throbbing cock in the
palpitating mouth of her pussy. Then he balanced himself with
both hands spread out on either side of the two grimacing, lust-
contorted faces below him, and with a sudden forward thrust of his
loins, pushed up into the hotly expanded warmth of his new bride's
open cunt. There was no resistance left inside the hot clasping
walls, and his wildly rampaging penis raced headlong up into the
very depths of his wife's soft white belly until he felt it ram
against her cervix.
Penny groaned at the renewed pressure filling her hungry
little vagina, and snaked her legs up around her enraged husband's
waist. She locked her heels behind his already hard-driving
buttocks, pounding into them to spur him on. She had never been
so utterly filled in her life, and she wished she could go on for
an eternity like this, feeling the two rampaging cocks rubbing
against each other through the thin wall of flesh separating the
two nether entrances into her body. She curled her left arm
around Robert's neck and held onto him for dear life, at the same
time pressing her other hand down between their grinding bellies
until she could feel both hard, wetly slipping cocks entering her
below. With her fingers she pinched and tickled lewdly at the two
men's testicles, not knowing which belonged to whom, and not
caring in her totally abandoned state.
Feyadin groaned out loud in the room at the obscenely
exciting trio on the bed, and then she too stripped down to her
naked flesh and flung herself down beside them on the mattress to
watch from a closer viewpoint. The lovely Turkish girl lay on her
stomach, her face only inches from the thick cocks thrusting again
and again into Penny's anus and vagina, her own buttocks waving
wantonly in the air as her hands massaged her throbbing hot pussy
in sympathetic enjoyment of the double ravishment taking place
before her very eyes. She could see the pink ridges of rectal
flesh sucking after Nisli's penis on the out-stroke from the young
blonde's anus as though trying to hold him in, and the pinkly
moist outer folds of Penny's cunt clutching wetly at Robert's
rock-hard cock-shaft fucking into her.
The recently virginal young wife ecstatically shuddered and
bucked her body crazily, her eyes staring up into the mirror at
the wildly twisting heap of bodies on the bed, her mind torn
between the hot desire scorching her doubly-impaled belly and the
quick twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her.
Her mouth was wide open as she gasped and panted for breath, tears
of mingled joy and debasement streaming down the distorted planes
of her cheeks.
She had been so close before to her orgasm that Robert's
thickly expanding cock pounding into her open defenseless cunt
finished it for her, the cords in her neck suddenly tightening
like steel cables.
"I-I'm cumming! Oh God, I'mmmmm cummmmmming! Fuck harder
darlings! Fuck harder!" she pleaded in a voice shrill with
passion. "I'm cummmming! Ahhhhhhhh!" Her voice changed pitch
then, rising to a banshee wail that went on and on, broken
rhythmically by the breath-taking plunges the two lusty men were
making into her body. Her hand milked the cum-laden balls below,
pulling to hold the thick lengths of cock as far inside her as she
could. Her cum juice flooded wetly out around Robert's still
driving cock, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks to soak
Nisli's penis with the hot fluids that streamed on and on out of
her throbbing cunt.
Spurred on by Penny's twisting body below, Robert shoved his
lustfully aching rod deep into his wife's cunt, fucking into her
like a pile driver gone wild, and then he felt the hot waves of
his surging sperm shooting far up into her dilating vagina,
filling her belly to the bursting point. The mind-shaking forces
of his orgasm caused him to groan as though his very life were
being drained from his body, and then he held his pulsing shaft
all the way up in her gratefully sucking cunt for the final spurts
of white-hot semen. He was bounced and tossed wildly on top of
her from the force of Nisli's bucking below, increasing his
pleasure a thousand-fold. He had never felt anything like it in
his life, and he held onto his young bride's jerking body as
though his very life depended on not falling off.
Nisli no longer felt the need to wait. Quickening his upward
thrusts with the arching strength of his back until he was fucking
up into her hungrily constricting anus like a runaway locomotive,
he growled deep in his throat and felt the steaming hot cum fluids
begin boiling up out of his warmly aching balls. His hands
slipped between the bodies on top of his to grasp greedily at
Penny's swollen breasts, jerking her down onto him tighter and
tighter as his thick, fiery cum spurted deep up into her
desperately contracting anus. His exploding cock jerked like a
machine-gun, the lewd sperm spurting endlessly to fill her rectum
all the way to the puckered outer ring of tightly locked flesh.
Finally he gave one last body-slapping shove and held her down
tight on his still rhythmically pulsing cock, savoring the
palpitations of her ass-cheek muscles around it, until he
gradually relaxed the tautness in his back and let his weight fall
back down onto the bed. His now slowly deflating cock slipped out
of her forever expanded anal passage with a wet suction noise, and
he released his breath in a long, hoarse gasp as if he had been
holding it in a long time.
Feyadin watched Nisli's limp battered penis followed by thin
white streams of semen slipping out of the young American girl's
anus, so close she could see the pulsing veins on Robert's cock as
it slid uselessly from Penny's cunt down between her wide-flung
thighs. The dark-haired Turkish woman felt the sudden hot
broiling feeling in the depths of her belly that signaled her own
orgasm, and she pumped her ass-cheeks in the air as she ground
down on her fingers buried up in her flooding cunt. She moaned
and chanted obscenities in her own language, arching her neck up
off the mattress to continue staring at the lewdly exposed loins
inches from her face. She shivered spasmodically for a moment,
her long legs stretching out and quivering, her half-moon buttocks
tightly clenched into little white balls of flesh, and then, with
a gasp, collapsed into a muttering mass of flesh beside them, her
head resting on Robert's thigh.
They lay like that a long time, their breathing heavy but
gradually slowing down to normal, all their minds thinking the
same thoughts.
Never had any of them experienced such uncontained joy in
their lives. Not even Nisli, who had spent his entire youth
searching for just such pleasures. And not Feyadin, who had
believed she knew all there was to know about the secrets of the
flesh. Robert had never in his wildest dreams thought it possible
to feel as completely drained and satiated as he did now.
And Penny-Penny thought she understood what had possessed so
many women in the past to become whores or courtesans. This
passionate outpouring of physical emotion had to be the greatest
goal anyone could ever hope for. Never again would she be able to
live without it-even though her deeply-ingrained conscience might
torture her relentlessly, as it was even now-she was committed to
seek physical excitement wherever she could find it.
And it was all Robert's fault, she thought ironically. If he
had been more patient with her that first time, she might never
have learned what real sensual pleasure was like. She gave her
husband's neck a tight affectionate squeeze and smiled a secret
smile of satisfaction up at herself in the mirror.
Chapter 7
The late afternoon sun filtered through the gauze-like
curtains covering the windows, and Penny's eyes fluttered once and
then opened wide. She was refreshed from the nap she had taken to
prepare herself for the evening ahead and she stretched languidly,
enjoying the feline look of her young body in the mirrors around
her.
The spring of her wedding to Robert had passed into fall, and
now it was almost wintertime, but the Turkish sun was still strong
and warm. She had spent a lot of time sunning and swimming in
Nisli's private pool, and her body was no longer the pure innocent
white it had been such a short time ago. It was faintly apparent
also that she had matured more than she should have in the last
few months-tiny crow's feet were becoming barely visible at the
corners of her eyes. Her makeup was a little heavier these days
too, but one who had not known her before would not have noticed
her worldliness. She still retained the fresh sparkle in her
light blue eyes and the youthful eagerness in her body. In fact,
she could feel that eagerness coming to the forefront of her mind
as she waited for Robert to come to pick her up for the latest
project they were working on for Nisli.
The maturing blonde had actually enjoyed the past few months
more than she would have believed possible. She had been with
many different men, often two or three at the same time, and she
seemed to be more and more demanding every day. It was getting to
the point now where she couldn't be satisfied unless she had a
constant diet of lovers, and if it hadn't been for Nisli's
continuing attentions, she felt she would have gone out of her
mind. Poor Robert just couldn't stand the pace she required any
more, especially since he spent so much time seducing other women
for Nisli's purposes as well as his own pleasure. She didn't
blame him for his inability to meet her needs- probably no one man
could have.
She and Robert had a good deal going with Nisli, and they had
done well over the past few months. She smiled to herself at the
ease with which they had made the arrangement that first week in
Nisli's mansion, and she mentally went over the secret bank
account they had been building up with commissions from Nisli. At
first she had been deeply resentful of Robert for the life he had
led her into, but her personal
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use a knife-a bigger, sturdier knife, one with which he could miss
the bulls-eye somewhat and still cause death. The stores would be
open tomorrow.
One hell of a honeymoon, he thought. Begun in the highest
hopes and with youthful, innocent emotions when they flew to
London, and then degree by degree-the bright prospects being
replaced by degradation after degradation until now at last here
he was lying in a cheap hotel plotting a murder he had every
intention of carrying out. He'd come full circle now-from
complete happiness to complete hell, and in just a matter of days.
One horrible hell of a honeymoon.
But there was one little thing he had to do to make it
better.
The next day he found a cutlery shop-a fancy place that sold
fine steelware and kitchen and camping knives of every
description. He had the kitchen knife wrapped as a gift, and then
out on the street broke out laughing at his odd, near-lunatic
composure and threw the wrapping paper in a trash basket. The
knife he tucked in his jacket pocket.
Walking through the daytime crowds of Munich he felt
contented with the secret of what he had stashed in his jacket; he
felt light and carefree with just his attache case and a weapon,
all of his belongings waiting in a luxury hotel in London several
hundred miles and several cultures distant. No one knew him here,
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"Better get some clothes on in a hurry," he told her in a
thick voice. "Or I just might have to fuck you myself before we
go. And I'll need all my energy tonight if things go according to
plan." He reached out and playfully tweaked her pinkly erect
nipples, sending shivers of pleasure rippling over her belly.
"That's not such a bad idea, lover," she replied in a
coquettish tone. "But you know that it's strictly against the
rules."
Nisli had made it clear to them that they were perfectly free
to do anything they wanted, but on days when they had an
assignment for him, they had to conserve all their passion for the
object of his designs.
This time it was the daughter of a wealthy Englishman. Nisli
had had his eye on the girl for a long time, and he had received
word that she was on the verge of starting her first affair. She
had gone out of the city ahead of her potential lover to wait for
him at the same motel on the Dardanelles where Penny had gone that
night which seemed so many eons ago. Nisli had arranged for the
girl's young boy friend to be held up on business in Istanbul
until Penny and Robert could have a chance to get to her. Nisli
wasn't afraid of any repercussions if he succeeded in obtaining
the girl-he could have kidnapped the daughter of the Queen of
England if he wanted to. His millions protected him better than
the whole Turkish army could. Besides, he had told them in the
planning talk the night before, he controlled practically every
source of income the English girl's father depended upon, and if
it came right down to it, he could threaten him with total ruin.
But he didn't think it would be necessary; he had too many other
possibilities for covering himself.
However, this was one foray which Penny didn't look forward
to with much relish. Nisli had told her that she would have to
somehow distract Osman long enough for Robert to get to the girl,
and Penny remembered the clerk at the motel only too well. She
hurriedly gulped down her glass of whitish raki and stood up
before she could think about him too much and change her mind.
Robert watched her as she clothed her body with silk
underwear and a mini-dress that did little to cover her physical
charms, and in a few minutes she was ready to go. She thought it
was a waste to wear such expensive clothing for that wealthy
Turk's benefit-what she was wearing cost more than her whole
bridal costume had a few months back, but she owned nothing now
except the very best.
"All right, Romeo," she said with a short laugh, her sensual
lips turning up in a practiced little seductive smile. "Let's hit
the road."
* * *
Whistling softly to himself in the motel office, Osman put on
his blazer to go on duty for the evening. He had been watching
the young English girl for two nights now, and he could tell she
was nervously waiting for some man to show up. He wasn't going to
wait any longer. Tonight was the night, and he had carefully
prepared the way both previous evenings by solicitously offering
her one of his special drinks-without his special blend of drugs.
Tonight, however, would be different. He would put in more brandy
than usual so that she wouldn't notice the change in taste, and
then ... he licked his lips greedily at the thought. Perhaps he
would telephone one of his new contacts in Istanbul and make
arrangements to sell them the girl when he was finished, but he
would see about that. First he wanted to be sure of getting what
he wanted. He still hadn't forgotten his mistake with Nisli and
Madame Afet months ago when the American girl had been there.
He removed from his street clothes the tiny chunk of oily
hashish he had bought that morning from a gypsy, and put it into
his blazer pocket. In his mind he was running over the past two
nights when he had secretly watched the English girl in her bath.
Luckily for him, she was one of those who liked to read in bed
every night, giving him ample time to enjoy looking at her
sensuous body lounging on the bed. Twice he had masturbated from
the exciting picture she made lying with her legs splayed out
while she concentrated on her reading. But tonight he wouldn't
have to waste his precious load of sperm. He would shoot it up
into her smooth white belly until she was filled to brimming with
the hot juices of his lust. He felt the eager tickling begin down
in his testicles and moaned softly as he smiled in anticipation.
A little later, after he had said good-night to his fellow
workers and was now completely alone in the office, he was about
to make the drink for the girl, when he noticed the lights of a
car entering the drive. He thought it had stopped and was going
to turn around to head back in the other direction on the highway,
but then it moved forward again and he cursed harshly under his
breath as he went out to meet it.
"Have you got a vacancy?" Penny asked him in a flirting tone
as he opened the door of the taxi. She almost laughed out loud at
the way his mouth fell open when he recognized her. She would
have no trouble at all keeping him occupied, she thought, noticing
the way his eyes bored into the "vee" up between her thighs when
she slid across the car seat to get out.
"Of course, Madame," Osman answered, falling almost
immediately back into his obsequious manner. He couldn't imagine
how this little bitch had got out of Nisli's hands, but he was
secretly glad she had. And this time, he swore to himself, we'll
see if you can get out of being screwed within an inch of your
life. He knew the same method of drugging her drink wouldn't
work, but he would think of something.
With her new understanding of men, Penny could almost see the
thoughts running through his mind, and this time she pretended not
to be so aloof. She took his arm when he offered to help her out
of the taxi, and she smiled with a practiced coy innocence as she
thanked him.
"I don't suppose I could have number fourteen," she asked
when they were inside, watching the reaction on his face.
"I'm sorry, Madame," he replied, pretending to look it up in
the register. "That cabin is occupied at the moment."
Penny had been positive that the English girl would be in
that room, especially after hearing about the peephole from Nisli,
and she knew that by now Robert would be knocking at her door. He
had jumped quickly from the taxi before it had driven on down to
the office and would have no trouble finding the proper cabin.
"Then another one will do," she told Osman. "And could you
bring me one of your special drinks? I really enjoyed it the last
time I was here."
Osman couldn't believe his ears. She was actually asking for
it! The thought crossed his mind that there was something strange
about her being here, even more so about her asking for the drink,
but the look of open innocence on her pretty young face disarmed
him. She must have remained ignorant of his part in what happened
before, and he slowly let out his breath in relief. As far as she
knew, he was just the night manager in a motel she had once stayed
in, and she trusted him.
"Of course, Madame. It will be no trouble at all, although
the bar is closed. I can mix you one here in the office. If you
will follow me to your room?" he suggested, taking a key from the
rack behind the desk.
"Oh, if you don't mind, I would prefer having the drink here
first," she told him with a slightly suggestive smile. "I'm not
expecting my husband until morning, and it's so lonely in these
isolated cabins. Do you have a lounge where we could sit and have
a drink together?" She smiled up at him in a seductive way that
left no room for doubt what she was after.
Osman licked his lips speculatively. He would have preferred
taking her to her room first to avoid the chance of being caught
here with one of the guests, which was strictly against the rules,
but he couldn't very well say no. She had certainly changed, he
reflected. Now she acted as though she wanted nothing more than
to have
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Following Nisli's directions, Robert had no difficulty
finding the tiny room with the peephole. He just couldn't resist
taking a quick look at the unsuspecting English girl before
announcing his presence. He lifted the guard and put his eye to
the tiny opening, gasping from the sight that met his gaze. Nisli
hadn't mentioned that she was a redhead. And she very definitely
was, he mused, taking in the bright pubic triangle of curls at the
"vee" of her firmly molded thighs. She was busily drying herself
off after her bath, and as she bent and twisted to reach all the
remote parts of her innocent young body, Robert had a good preview
of all the luscious charms he would soon sample for the first
time.
Finally she hung up the towel and surveyed herself in the
full-length mirror mounted on the back of the bathroom door. Her
full rounded breasts jutted proudly out in front of her, their
rosy tips slightly erect from the rubdown she had given herself.
It was obvious she had only recently discovered the
attractiveness of her own body and was on the verge of enjoying it
with a man for the first time. She ran her hands appreciatively
over the soft resilience of her breasts and down over the flat
plane of her white belly, slipping them over the gentle slope of
her flaring hips to trail on down to the half-moon buttocks
behind. She smiled at her image, practicing an alluring sensual
look which she no doubt expected to use on her waited lover.
Robert chuckled softly to himself. Little did she know, he
thought, patting the forged note in his pocket, that her boy
friend wouldn't be the one to run his hands over that virginal
young body and enter her tight little unused vagina. Not if
everything goes according to plan, he added to himself. He waited
until she had slipped on a hip-length sheer nightgown that did
little to hide her delicious curves from his view, and then he
left the secret observation room.
"W-who is it?" her voice fluted from inside the door when he
had knocked softly. Her voice was a mixture of fear and
anticipation, Robert sensed as he listened to her opening and
closing what must be a closet inside. Probably she hadn't really
adjusted herself to the idea of losing her virginity, even to a
man she loved, and undoubtedly every time she thought the moment
was nearer she became filled with anxiety.
"A friend of Maurice," he told her in a low voice through the
door. Maurice was the man she had been waiting for, and Nisli had
been sure there would be no trouble in approaching the girl if she
thought Robert was delivering a message from him. There was a
sudden flurry of movement inside, and Robert smiled to himself
-Nisli had been right. Then the door swung open, and he saw that
she had put on a long robe over her short nightgown.
"I was expecting Osman, the night clerk," the girl said
breathlessly. "Come in. Where is Maurice?" she intoned anxiously
looking over Robert's shoulder. "And how do I know you're a
friend of his?" she suddenly asked, suspicion flitting over her
face.
"My name is Robert," he told her in a soothing voice, smiling
at her as though he were sad for some reason. "And I have a note
for you from Maurice." He handed her the envelope containing the
expertly forged message and waited for her to open it.
The girl looked at the thin blue paper in her fingers as
though it were a snake that might bite her, and then hastily
ripped it open, her eyes passing quickly over Robert's face as if
trying to read what was in the note from his expression.
He watched her eyes flick back and forth over the words,
unhappy disbelief clouding her face; then she read it again more
slowly, forming the sounds on her lips as though it were written
in a foreign language. Her hands began to tremble uncontrollably
as she read and reread the message, and her full sensual lips
slowly parted and turned downward as she began to cry.
"I-I don't believe it," she sobbed. "It's not possible."
She turned her deep green eyes up to meet Robert's gaze, her lips
quivering like little wet fruits. Tears were welling up in her
eyes as she looked up at him helplessly.
"Did you see what he wrote?" she cried in a broken voice,
holding the note out for him to read. Maurice loves me-it can't
be true what this says!"
Dear Ellen,
I simply couldn't bear to tell you this in person, therefore,
Robert is bringing this to you. I've decided that it would not be
fair if I took advantage of your youthful youthful innocence. I
could never forgive myself afterwards. Margaret Young and I have
been in love for a long time, and as soon as she can get a divorce
from her husband, we will be married.
I know you will never forgive me, but this way I can at least
live with my conscience.
Sincerely,
with an my heart,
Maurice
P.S. Robert has kindly consented to see that you are safely
returned to Istanbul.
"I'm sorry," Robert spoke gently to her. She was standing
before him with tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face
contorted by her grief. Pretending anger, he wadded the paper in
his fingers and flung it moodily at the wall. "Why did I have to
be the one?" he shouted. "Why did I have to meet you this way?"
The young Ellen glanced up at him through her tears and a sob
caught in her throat-then without warning she fell into his
automatically opening arms and pressed her face into his chest.
Her whole body was shaking with the force of her crying, and
Robert wrapped his arms around her, cooing softly into her ear.
He could feel the fullness of her firmly ripe breasts jostling
against him through the material of their clothing, and he fought
to keep from grinding his awakening loins up into her shuddering
belly below. All in good time, all in good time, he told himself
over and over as he continued comforting the young girl huddled in
his arms.
Gradually she seemed to calm down, the time between her body-
wracking sobs getting longer and longer, and finally she shifted
and removed herself from his encircling arms, running to the
bathroom to repair the damage the tears had done to her face.
After a long time, she emerged again, attempting a friendly
smile. "I'm being very foolish," she said as though she had spent
years instead of minutes recovering from the shock of the note.
"It's something that everybody goes through, and I can manage it
too. It's the first time that hurts," she added, trying to act
brave, but then she suddenly broke down again and without
hesitation hurried to nestle once more in Robert's arms.
She calmed down more quickly this time, and Robert led her to
a chair and made her sit down.
"What you need is a cigarette," he told her soothingly. He
held the packet out and she shakily took one gratefully taking a
deep drag of the warm smoke into her lungs as Robert lit it for
her. Nisli knew that the girl smoked, and he had had this package
made especially for her. The tobacco was drenched in the strong
resin from the upper leaves of the marijuana plant, and it
wouldn't take many lungfuls for her to begin feeling the effect of
the conscience-killing drug.
Robert lighted one for himself and went on smiling, showing
understanding mingled with a flirting interest. Almost at once
she had begun to relax from the effects of the soothing smoke, and
in a few minutes she was smiling warmly, running her eyes
approvingly over his ruggedly handsome features.
At least Maurice had the decency to send someone interesting,
she thought to herself. She was wondering how long she would have
to wait to kiss Robert's moistly sensual lips without seeming too
callous. But who cares about appearances anyway, she reflected
bitterly as she finished the drug-ridden cigarette and stubbed it
out in the ashtray.
She stood up slowly, and with a toss of her head that sent
her flaming red hair flying back over her shoulders, she took
Robert's hand and pulled him up from the chair where he was
watching her with wide-open eyes. She recognized the lust in them
from her recent near-affair with Maurice, and she liked being
looked at that way.
Robert rose slowly from his seat, and, smiling greedily down
at her upturned face, pressed his slightly parted lips wetly over
hers.
Jesus, he was thinking as her tongue answered his spearing
probe up between her open lips. Every day is like Christmas! He
had never before found it so easy to get his way with women. It's
all in who you know, he chuckled to himself. Then he felt her
arms slipping up around his neck to pull him down tighter onto her
hungry mouth, and he let his fingers slip unobtrusively down to
rest at the beginning flare of her buttocks. She didn't resist in
any way, and he knew it was going to be all right.
The End