
Osiris
28th July 2003

A Honeymoon to Forget. nc MMMM/F Interr


David Parker looked at his young wife through the discolored scratched Perspex and began to weep. “I am so sorry, how could this have happened to us?” he sobbed.

Kerri looked around the visiting room of the Canakkale Jail in southern Turkey, and wondered again how they had got into this mess. Three weeks ago they were newlyweds starting their honeymoon in North Africa. Crossing into Turkey their hire car had been searched and now David was in jail for smuggling drugs and they were the only European couple in a room filled with Turkish women and children visiting their incarcerated husbands.

“How are you? Kerry asked her husband. “How are they treating you?” Kerri was worried for her husband’s safety. The only white Christian in a jail full of  Turkish Moslems, she knew that he was in real danger of mugging or murder.

“They are keeping me in solitary confinement for my own protection” David answered. “I don’t know how long for though”

“Don’t worry Darling, she answered, surely the Consulate will get you released soon” Kerry had booked into a cheap motel near the jail as soon as David had been arrested. She had visited the Consulate who had given her the name of a local lawyer and she had a meeting with him scheduled for tomorrow. The Consulate had been polite, but had warned her that legal matters in Turkey to a long time to come to court, and bail was not granted in drug smuggling cases. Being a foreign national may expedite matters, but still she should not raise her hopes. Kerry realized that David needed positive news at this point so steered clear of recounting the conversation.

“Do you have enough money?” David asked. They both knew that funds were tight and they had not budgeted on an extended stay in a hotel, much less legal fees. Before Kerry could answer, a bell rang and the visitors started getting up from their seats and leaving. 

Kerry stayed in her seat and replied, “Don’t worry about me Darling, just be strong and we’ll get you out”. The last of the visitors were leaving when a guard approached the pair.” Mrs. Parker, the Governor would like to see you before you leave the prison”.

“There you are “ she said to David, “I am sure he has news of your release already”. Kerry stood up, now the only person left in the visitors side of the room, and watched as David was escorted away to the cells. They waved as he walked through the door and then she followed the guard 

Ahmed Mehmet, the Governor of the prison had noticed Kerri Parker as she waited with the other women to be allowed to visit their loved ones. Not that she had not stood out in the crowd. The only European in a crowd of Moslems, Kerri was also incongruous in that whilst she was wearing a blouse and skirt, the other woman were all  dressed in dowdy clothing, even by Turkish standards. 

Ahmed hated westerners. He attributed most of the problems facing his country to the interference of outsiders. He resented tourists, their superior attitudes to his people, and the disregard they showed to the poverty of Turkey.

The guard knocked on Ahmeds office door and showed Kerri into a threadbare office, which contained one aging and worn wooden desk and a bent wood visitors chair. The air was filled with stale cigarette smoke.  Ahmed stood when she entered and beckoned her to sit in the visitors chair. “Thank you for coming to see me…..Mrs Parker” he said, glancing at the folder before him.

Kerri had never been so nervous in her life. She sat on the edge of the seat, carefully pulling down her skirt to try to cover her knees.

“Mrs Parker, I have serious concerns over the safety of your husband in my jail”, Ahmed watched Kerri as she listened to him. “Not all of the prisoners are as, shall we say tolerant, of westerners as we would like. At present your husband is being held in a separate cell for his own protection. However, tomorrow we must place him in the General cells, and I am worried that the other prisoners may harm him. Perhaps even..” Ahmed didn’t finish, but watched as Kerri started to sob.

“Surely sir, if you are so worried, can you not keep him in a private cell?” she blurted. “After all, you have a duty to look after his wellbeing, and he won’t e here long. My embassy says …” Ahmed held up his hand to stop her.

“Mrs. Parker?”, he began, “Of course we will look after him, to the best of our ability. However, it is against regulations to keep a prisoner in solitary confinement indefinitely, and whilst regulations can be broken in special circumstances, I don’t see this is one of those cases. Of course I may be wrong” 

Kerri looked up at Ahmed and saw him smiling. “So that is what this is about, she thought. Money!”

“How mush would it cost to keep David in his own cell?” she asked. Kerri had never bargained like this before, and decided that the best approach was the direct one.

Ahmed smiled again. These fucking foreigners. Always thinking that money could fix everything. He thought of a figure that he knew would be hard to raise.

“$1000 a week, US’ he stated flatly.

Kerri couldn’t believe her ears. $1000 a week! She and David had $5000 in travelers Checks. She needed accommodation, they needed to retain a lawyer, she had to eat, and this man wanted $1000 a week to protect her husband! She just couldn’t afford it! Kerri leaned forward in her chair and started to cry, holding her face in her hands.

Ahmed walked around his desk to stand in front of the seated Kerri. He put his hand forward and lifted her tear stained face up so that he could stare into her eyes. Quietly he said, “Mrs. Parker. You are a very attractive woman, and for attractive women, there is always an alternative”.

Ahmed moved his hand, gripping Kerri’s cheeks between his thumb and first finger. He squeezed, pulling her lips forward into a grotesque pout, looking as if she was puckering for a kiss. “I am sure that you can think of something you can offer me to protect your husband”, he said. Holding her face in one hand, he unzipped the fly of his trousers with the other.

Kerri tried to pull away but Ahmed just squeezed her cheeks harder. Looking into her eyes, he pulled out his semi ridged cock and placed it against her extended lips. Releasing her mouth just a little he whispered, ‘Open your mouth Mrs. Parker”.

She was scared and outraged. Surely this couldn’t be happening! She wanted to get up, pull herself away from this disgusting man, but in her efar it was easier to do as she asked. Kerri opened her lips.

Ahmed sensed victory. This little slut, so high and mighty before was now his to do as he pleased. He watched as he pushed his prick into her mouth. He admired  her red lips form a perfect O around his manhood. He put his hand behind her head and held her as he forced his prick down her throat, hearing her gag and feeling her panic as she thought she would choke before he released her head, only to force it back down his length again. “Choke, you bitch” he thought as he enjyed the warmthof her mouth on his now aching cock.
Kerri was fighting for air as she choked on the repeated assault on her throat. She had never enjoyed giving oral sex. Her husband had asked a few times but she had usually managed to avoid it. Now she was sucking on the filthy prick of this Turkish prison Governor. The smell of his unwashed genitals invaded her nose, and the serge of his uniform pants was rubbing her nose, making her cheeks red and swollen, but still he continued the rape of her mouth.

Finally she could feel that he was going to cum. She felt the pressure building in his groin as he exploded into her mouth. She tried to turn away but he held her head against his prick, pumping his hick jism deep into her throat. She gagged as he came, and when he finally released her head she pulled back, coughing and retching.

Ahmed pulled back, his spent cock going limp. As he looked at the now defiled woman sitting in front of him. Her lips were raw and puffy from his misuse of her mouth. Her hair, so luxurious before now stuck flatly to her forehead and cheeks from her sweat and fear.  He wiped his prick on her cheek, smearing the last of his cum on her face. The final insult.

Zipping himself up, he walked back to his seat. “Thank you….Mrs. Parker,” he said. Kerri sat upright, trying to compose herself. “Your husband will be kept in protective custody” he continued. “Visits are normally permitted only once per week, and conjugal visits are allowed once a month. That is when you are permitted to spend time together in private. However, I would like to show you that I am a reasonable man, You may visit your husband twice a week, on Monday and Thursday mornings, and as your husband is already in a private cell, I see now reason why you can’t visit him there. Would you like that?”

Kerri nodded her head. She couldn’t cope with this. This man had just raped her, forced her to drink his cum, and now he was being generous to her!

“Then please be here at 9.00am tomorrow. My guard will meet you at the gate so that you don’t have to queue and I will make the arrangements” with that Ahmed stood and smiled at her. The meeting was over.

Kerri stood up to leave. “A pleasure to meet with you, Mrs. Parker. Don’t worry about your husband, he will come to no harm. Oh, and wear something nice for him tomorrow” With that Ahmed opened his office door and Kerri walked out of his office and back to her hotel.

Kerry spent the rest of the day seeing lawyers, the consulate, various Turkish Officials, and anyone who would listen to her and possibly help. All were sympathetic, but no one was particularly encouraging. That night she would dined on the food that she bought in the market and then cried herself to sleep in her dingy room at the cheap hotel near the jail.

Kerri tried to block out the memory of the ordeal that she had endured in the office of the governor. The only glimmer of hope in her future was the tought of being with her husband again the next morning.

She woke early, showered and put on a simple sun dress before walking to the jail. She arrived at 8.15 so as not to be late and waited as the other prisoners wives crowded around the jail doors waiting for it to open. She noticed that she ws the only European in this throng of small dark women in their black and brown clothes and she felt conspicuous as the doors opened and a guard walked out.

“Mrs. Parker. Would you accompany me please?” The rest of the women watched her follow the guard through the jail door. There were many comments and some gestures, but Kerry spoke no Turkish so ignored them as she was led to the Governors office.

“Good Morning, Mrs. Parker” Ahmed stood as she entered and beamed a lecherous grin at her. “I noticed that you arrived early, couldn’t wait, I see”.

Kerry stood in the middle of the room. “You said that I could be with David, my husband, today”. Kerry looked at the wall behind Ahmed, not wanting to meet his gaze.

“Yes, I did” Ahmed replied, walking towards her. “But before you do, there is someone I would like you to meet. Ah, here is is now”

Kerry turned as the office door opened. “Allow me to introduce to you Colonel Mustafa Attaturk, the Chief of Justice here. Kerry looked at the smiling man who had entered. 

Mustafa was possibly the most revolting man Kerry had ever met. In his 50’s he was grossly overweight and wore a dress uniform that had more medals than material. He was sweating and breathing heavily from the short walk up the stairs, and was now openly ogling Kerry as he proffered his hand.

“Ahmed has told me so much about you my dear, but he did not come close to describing your loveliness” He took Kerry’s hand and kissed it. “I am delighted’ He continued.

Kerr pulled her hand away. “Thank you” she said as Mustafa settled into a chair in the corner of the office. 

Kerry turned to face the Governor again. “May I see my husband now?” she asked.

“But of course!” Ahmed smiled, “however there are a few formalities that need to be addressed. Firstly, we will need to search you, to ensure that you are not carrying contraband or weapons. So, please remove your dress and clothes”.

Kerry started at Ahmed as if she had not heard. “But that can’t be right! I will certainly not take my clothes of here. I demand a female guard and an area of privacy!”

Ahmed’s smile faded as he let out a sigh. “Mrs. Parker. I thought that we had an arrangement but perhaps I did not make myself understood yesterday. I have your husband in Jail for smuggling drugs. At the moment we have hime in his own cell, for his protection. However, I should release him into the general prison, where he will mix with the other prisoners. Being the only white, affluent, non Turkish speaking prisoner we have, I am sure that he will get along well with the others, but…… I can keep him in solitary, and I can let you visit him there, but it will cost $1000 US per day, which I believe you don’t have. Therefore, you will make it up to me by fucking me, and fucking anyone I tell you to fuck, until he is released. Do you understand? Ahmed had raised his voice now and the last comments were shouted at a sobbing Kerry as she stood in the middle of the room, her eyes focused on the floor. “Now get your fucking clothes off!”

Kerry slipped the sun dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor as Ahmed took a seat beside the fat Chief of Justice. They were obviously going to enjoy the show.

Kerry stepped out of the dress and stood in her white bra and panties. “Turn around MRS. Parker, “Ahmed instructed. “Good, now the brassiere”. Kerry blushed as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp, pulling the flimsy garment form her breasts. “Excellent, now put the bra with your dress”. Kerry dropped the bra to the floor, covering her breasts with her arms.

“Now the underpants please”. Kerry tried to cover her breasts whilst pulling her panties down. They too joined the pile of clothing.

“Now” Ahmed and and Mustapha were both leaning forward in their chairs as they watched Kerry, now naked except for her shoes. “walk to my desk, put your hands it, spread your feet about a meter apart and lean forward over it”.

“Please sir,” Kerry’s voice was little more than a whisper. “Please don’t make me do this” but one look at the men and she knew that compassion was not in their vocabulary. She stood by the desk and leaned forward, her breasts against the surface, her legs spread apart.

“Beautiful! Now, pull your ass cheeks apart” Kerry’s face burned with shame as she did as instructed, showing the pink date of her sphincter. She could not see the men, but heard them as they rose from their chairs and walked towards her. Ahmed stood directly behind her and ran his hands over her upturned bottom. “You are really quire beautiful, Mrs. Parker,” he murmured as he slid his finger into her vagina. 

Kerry couldn’t help herself and started to squirm as she heard the zip of his fly being undone. Ahmed held the back of her neck in his left hand as he positioned himself. With one thrust he force his rigid cock into her vagina. Kerry screamed but he did not release his grip as he withdrew and thrust again.

Meanwhile, Mustafa had shuffled around the desk until his crotch was close to Kerry’s face. Watching the violation of the English beauty had excited him and he took out his prick and held it to Kerry’s lips. Kerry tried to turn her face away but he grabbed her hair and pulled her onto him. Forcing his sweaty manhood down her throat.

Kerry had no choice but to comply. Ahmed was plunging into her from the rear, trying to tear her in his fury. Mustafa was forcing her head onto his cock, pulling it from her lips and then face fucking her. She felt in danger of gagging as he finally gave his load to her, pumping his seed down her throat.

Meanwhile Ahmed was now pushing into her rear, trying to get his load as far into her cervix as he could. Grunting and swearing in Turkish, he forced every last drop into her before stepping away.

Kerry felt she was going to fall as she took the weight back on her legs. She held the table for support as she watched the two grinning men zip themselves up. She collected her clothes and quickly got dresses, standing in the corner of the room ,not meeting their eyes.

Mrs. Parker, when you are ready I will have a guard take you to see your husband. Kerry nodded and Ahmed opened the door to a prison warder. “Take Mrs. Parker to the conjugal rights cell” he ordered. Kerry followed the guard, not looking back. 

The CJ was located at the end of the main cell block. Equipped with a single mattress it offered some privacy as a reward for prisoners allowed to see their wives. As Kerry was led to the cell she heard the cat calls and saw the obscene gestures of the inmates in their cells. Men were holding their crotches and shouting as she walked past. However she knew that in a few moments she would see David. She forced herself to ignore them. 

Finally she was let into the cell where her husband waited. As they clung to each other she realized that she must be strong for both of them. Living here must be hell, and she would endure whatever she had to, to keep him safe. As his tongue explored her mouth she forced herself not to think of the Chief of Justice and how he had forced her to drink his cum just minutes before. As David lay on the filthy mattress and beckoned for her to come to him, she hoped that he would mistake the fluid now soaking her vagina for her excitement to see him, rather than the semen of the prison governor

The Governor and the Chief of Justice entered the Guard Room and joined the 5 guards crowded around the TV monitor. They cheered as Kerry comforted her husband, not knowing about the concealed camera in their room. Watching this tall English woman display her charms made a plesant change from the fat Turkish sows they usually watched plowing their men.


 


