Slave Trader's Captive by Mark Townsend


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 
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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 
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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 
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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 




  
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