Mark Townsend

Slavetrader's captive

CHAPTER ONE

"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 TWO

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.

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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 orifice 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 THREE

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 FOUR

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 FIVE

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 SIX

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 SEVEN

The late afternoon sun filtered through the gauze-like curtains covering the windows, and Penny's eyes fluttered once and then opened wide. She was refreshed from the nap she had taken to prepare herself for the evening ahead and she stretched languidly, enjoying the feline look of her young body in the mirrors around her.

The spring of her wedding to Robert had passed into fall, and now it was almost wintertime, but the Turkish sun was still strong and warm. She had spent a lot of time sunning and swimming in Nisli's private pool, and her body was no longer the pure innocent white it had been such a short time ago. It was faintly apparent also that she had matured more than she should have in the last few months – tiny crow's feet were becoming barely visible at the corners of her eyes. Her makeup was a little heavier these days too, but one who had not known her before would not have noticed her worldliness. She still retained the fresh sparkle in her light blue eyes and the youthful eagerness in her body. In fact, she could feel that eagerness coming to the forefront of her mind as she waited for Robert to come to pick her up for the latest project they were working on for Nisli.

The maturing blonde had actually enjoyed the past few months more than she would have believed possible. She had been with many different men, often two or three at the same time, and she seemed to be more and more demanding every day. It was getting to the point now where she couldn't be satisfied unless she had a constant diet of lovers, and if it hadn't been for Nisli's continuing attentions, she felt she would have gone out of her mind. Poor Robert just couldn't stand the pace she required any more, especially since he spent so much time seducing other women for Nisli's purposes as well as his own pleasure. She didn't blame him for his inability to meet her needs – probably no one man could have.

She and Robert had a good deal going with Nisli, and they had done well over the past few months. She smiled to herself at the ease with which they had made the arrangement that first week in Nisli's mansion, and she mentally went over the secret bank account they had been building up with commissions from Nisli. At first she had been deeply resentful of Robert for the life he had led her into, but her personal

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use a knife – a bigger, sturdier knife, one with which he could miss the bulls-eye somewhat and still cause death. The stores would be open tomorrow.

One hell of a honeymoon, he thought. Begun in the highest hopes and with youthful, innocent emotions when they flew to London, and then degree by degree – the bright prospects being replaced by degradation after degradation until now at last here he was lying in a cheap hotel plotting a murder he had every intention of carrying out. He'd come full circle now – from complete happiness to complete hell, and in just a matter of days. One horrible hell of a honeymoon.

But there was one little thing he had to do to make it better.

The next day he found a cutlery shop – a fancy place that sold fine steelware and kitchen and camping knives of every description. He had the kitchen knife wrapped as a gift, and then out on the street broke out laughing at his odd, near-lunatic composure and threw the wrapping paper in a trash basket. The knife he tucked in his jacket pocket.

Walking through the daytime crowds of Munich he felt contented with the secret of what he had stashed in his jacket; he felt light and carefree with just his attache case and a weapon, all of his belongings waiting in a luxury hotel in London several hundred miles and several cultures distant. No one knew him here,

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"Better get some clothes on in a hurry," he told her in a thick voice. "Or I just might have to fuck you myself before we go. And I'll need all my energy tonight if things go according to plan." He reached out and playfully tweaked her pinkly erect nipples, sending shivers of pleasure rippling over her belly.

"That's not such a bad idea, lover," she replied in a coquettish tone. "But you know that it's strictly against the rules."

Nisli had made it clear to them that they were perfectly free to do anything they wanted, but on days when they had an assignment for him, they had to conserve all their passion for the object of his designs.

This time it was the daughter of a wealthy Englishman. Nisli had had his eye on the girl for a long time, and he had received word that she was on the verge of starting her first affair. She had gone out of the city ahead of her potential lover to wait for him at the same motel on the Dardanelles where Penny had gone that night which seemed so many eons ago. Nisli had arranged for the girl's young boy friend to be held up on business in Istanbul until Penny and Robert could have a chance to get to her. Nisli wasn't afraid of any repercussions if he succeeded in obtaining the girl – he could have kidnapped the daughter of the Queen of England if he wanted to. His millions protected him better than the whole Turkish army could. Besides, he had told them in the planning talk the night before, he controlled practically every source of income the English girl's father depended upon, and if it came right down to it, he could threaten him with total ruin. But he didn't think it would be necessary; he had too many other possibilities for covering himself.

However, this was one foray which Penny didn't look forward to with much relish. Nisli had told her that she would have to somehow distract Osman long enough for Robert to get to the girl, and Penny remembered the clerk at the motel only too well. She hurriedly gulped down her glass of whitish raki and stood up before she could think about him too much and change her mind.

Robert watched her as she clothed her body with silk underwear and a mini-dress that did little to cover her physical charms, and in a few minutes she was ready to go. She thought it was a waste to wear such expensive clothing for that wealthy Turk's benefit – what she was wearing cost more than her whole bridal costume had a few months back, but she owned nothing now except the very best.

"All right, Romeo," she said with a short laugh, her sensual lips turning up in a practiced little seductive smile. "Let's hit the road."

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Whistling softly to himself in the motel office, Osman put on his blazer to go on duty for the evening. He had been watching the young English girl for two nights now, and he could tell she was nervously waiting for some man to show up. He wasn't going to wait any longer. Tonight was the night, and he had carefully prepared the way both previous evenings by solicitously offering her one of his special drinks – without his special blend of drugs. Tonight, however, would be different. He would put in more brandy than usual so that she wouldn't notice the change in taste, and then… he licked his lips greedily at the thought. Perhaps he would telephone one of his new contacts in Istanbul and make arrangements to sell them the girl when he was finished, but he would see about that. First he wanted to be sure of getting what he wanted. He still hadn't forgotten his mistake with Nisli and Madame Afet months ago when the American girl had been there.

He removed from his street clothes the tiny chunk of oily hashish he had bought that morning from a gypsy, and put it into his blazer pocket. In his mind he was running over the past two nights when he had secretly watched the English girl in her bath. Luckily for him, she was one of those who liked to read in bed every night, giving him ample time to enjoy looking at her sensuous body lounging on the bed. Twice he had masturbated from the exciting picture she made lying with her legs splayed out while she concentrated on her reading. But tonight he wouldn't have to waste his precious load of sperm. He would shoot it up into her smooth white belly until she was filled to brimming with the hot juices of his lust. He felt the eager tickling begin down in his testicles and moaned softly as he smiled in anticipation.

A little later, after he had said good-night to his fellow workers and was now completely alone in the office, he was about to make the drink for the girl, when he noticed the lights of a car entering the drive. He thought it had stopped and was going to turn around to head back in the other direction on the highway, but then it moved forward again and he cursed harshly under his breath as he went out to meet it.

"Have you got a vacancy?" Penny asked him in a flirting tone as he opened the door of the taxi. She almost laughed out loud at the way his mouth fell open when he recognized her. She would have no trouble at all keeping him occupied, she thought, noticing the way his eyes bored into the "vee" up between her thighs when she slid across the car seat to get out.

"Of course, Madame," Osman answered, falling almost immediately back into his obsequious manner. He couldn't imagine how this little bitch had got out of Nisli's hands, but he was secretly glad she had. And this time, he swore to himself, we'll see if you can get out of being screwed within an inch of your life. He knew the same method of drugging her drink wouldn't work, but he would think of something.

With her new understanding of men, Penny could almost see the thoughts running through his mind, and this time she pretended not to be so aloof. She took his arm when he offered to help her out of the taxi, and she smiled with a practiced coy innocence as she thanked him.

"I don't suppose I could have number fourteen," she asked when they were inside, watching the reaction on his face.

"I'm sorry, Madame," he replied, pretending to look it up in the register. "That cabin is occupied at the moment."

Penny had been positive that the English girl would be in that room, especially after hearing about the peephole from Nisli, and she knew that by now Robert would be knocking at her door. He had jumped quickly from the taxi before it had driven on down to the office and would have no trouble finding the proper cabin.

"Then another one will do," she told Osman. "And could you bring me one of your special drinks? I really enjoyed it the last time I was here."

Osman couldn't believe his ears. She was actually asking for it! The thought crossed his mind that there was something strange about her being here, even more so about her asking for the drink, but the look of open innocence on her pretty young face disarmed him. She must have remained ignorant of his part in what happened before, and he slowly let out his breath in relief. As far as she knew, he was just the night manager in a motel she had once stayed in, and she trusted him.

"Of course, Madame. It will be no trouble at all, although the bar is closed. I can mix you one here in the office. If you will follow me to your room?" he suggested, taking a key from the rack behind the desk.

"Oh, if you don't mind, I would prefer having the drink here first," she told him with a slightly suggestive smile. "I'm not expecting my husband until morning, and it's so lonely in these isolated cabins. Do you have a lounge where we could sit and have a drink together?" She smiled up at him in a seductive way that left no room for doubt what she was after.

Osman licked his lips speculatively. He would have preferred taking her to her room first to avoid the chance of being caught here with one of the guests, which was strictly against the rules, but he couldn't very well say no. She had certainly changed, he reflected. Now she acted as though she wanted nothing more than to have

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Following Nisli's directions, Robert had no difficulty finding the tiny room with the peephole. He just couldn't resist taking a quick look at the unsuspecting English girl before announcing his presence. He lifted the guard and put his eye to the tiny opening, gasping from the sight that met his gaze. Nisli hadn't mentioned that she was a redhead. And she very definitely was, he mused, taking in the bright pubic triangle of curls at the "vee" of her firmly molded thighs. She was busily drying herself off after her bath, and as she bent and twisted to reach all the remote parts of her innocent young body, Robert had a good preview of all the luscious charms he would soon sample for the first time.

Finally she hung up the towel and surveyed herself in the full-length mirror mounted on the back of the bathroom door. Her full rounded breasts jutted proudly out in front of her, their rosy tips slightly erect from the rubdown she had given herself.

It was obvious she had only recently discovered the attractiveness of her own body and was on the verge of enjoying it with a man for the first time. She ran her hands appreciatively over the soft resilience of her breasts and down over the flat plane of her white belly, slipping them over the gentle slope of her flaring hips to trail on down to the half-moon buttocks behind. She smiled at her image, practicing an alluring sensual look which she no doubt expected to use on her waited lover.

Robert chuckled softly to himself. Little did she know, he thought, patting the forged note in his pocket, that her boy friend wouldn't be the one to run his hands over that virginal young body and enter her tight little unused vagina. Not if everything goes according to plan, he added to himself. He waited until she had slipped on a hip-length sheer nightgown that did little to hide her delicious curves from his view, and then he left the secret observation room.

"W-who is it?" her voice fluted from inside the door when he had knocked softly. Her voice was a mixture of fear and anticipation, Robert sensed as he listened to her opening and closing what must be a closet inside. Probably she hadn't really adjusted herself to the idea of losing her virginity, even to a man she loved, and undoubtedly every time she thought the moment was nearer she became filled with anxiety.

"A friend of Maurice," he told her in a low voice through the door. Maurice was the man she had been waiting for, and Nisli had been sure there would be no trouble in approaching the girl if she thought Robert was delivering a message from him. There was a sudden flurry of movement inside, and Robert smiled to himself – Nisli had been right. Then the door swung open, and he saw that she had put on a long robe over her short nightgown.

"I was expecting Osman, the night clerk," the girl said breathlessly. "Come in. Where is Maurice?" she intoned anxiously looking over Robert's shoulder. "And how do I know you're a friend of his?" she suddenly asked, suspicion flitting over her face.

"My name is Robert," he told her in a soothing voice, smiling at her as though he were sad for some reason. "And I have a note for you from Maurice." He handed her the envelope containing the expertly forged message and waited for her to open it.

The girl looked at the thin blue paper in her fingers as though it were a snake that might bite her, and then hastily ripped it open, her eyes passing quickly over Robert's face as if trying to read what was in the note from his expression.

He watched her eyes flick back and forth over the words, unhappy disbelief clouding her face; then she read it again more slowly, forming the sounds on her lips as though it were written in a foreign language. Her hands began to tremble uncontrollably as she read and reread the message, and her full sensual lips slowly parted and turned downward as she began to cry.

"I-I don't believe it," she sobbed. "It's not possible." She turned her deep green eyes up to meet Robert's gaze, her lips quivering like little wet fruits. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she looked up at him helplessly.

"Did you see what he wrote?" she cried in a broken voice, holding the note out for him to read. "Maurice loves me – it can't be true what this says!"

Dear Ellen,

I simply couldn't bear to tell you this in person, therefore, Robert is bringing this to you. I've decided that it would not be fair if I took advantage of your youthful youthful innocence. I could never forgive myself afterwards. Margaret Young and I have been in love for a long time, and as soon as she can get a divorce from her husband, we will be married.

I know you will never forgive me, but this way I can at least live with my conscience.

Sincerely, with an my heart,

Maurice

P.S. Robert has kindly consented to see that you are safely returned to Istanbul.

"I'm sorry," Robert spoke gently to her. She was standing before him with tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face contorted by her grief. Pretending anger, he wadded the paper in his fingers and flung it moodily at the wall. "Why did I have to be the one?" he shouted. "Why did I have to meet you this way?"

The young Ellen glanced up at him through her tears and a sob caught in her throat – then without warning she fell into his automatically opening arms and pressed her face into his chest.

Her whole body was shaking with the force of her crying, and Robert wrapped his arms around her, cooing softly into her ear. He could feel the fullness of her firmly ripe breasts jostling against him through the material of their clothing, and he fought to keep from grinding his awakening loins up into her shuddering belly below. All in good time, all in good time, he told himself over and over as he continued comforting the young girl huddled in his arms.

Gradually she seemed to calm down, the time between her body-wracking sobs getting longer and longer, and finally she shifted and removed herself from his encircling arms, running to the bathroom to repair the damage the tears had done to her face.

After a long time, she emerged again, attempting a friendly smile. "I'm being very foolish," she said as though she had spent years instead of minutes recovering from the shock of the note. "It's something that everybody goes through, and I can manage it too. It's the first time that hurts," she added, trying to act brave, but then she suddenly broke down again and without hesitation hurried to nestle once more in Robert's arms.

She calmed down more quickly this time, and Robert led her to a chair and made her sit down.

"What you need is a cigarette," he told her soothingly. He held the packet out and she shakily took one gratefully taking a deep drag of the warm smoke into her lungs as Robert lit it for her. Nisli knew that the girl smoked, and he had had this package made especially for her. The tobacco was drenched in the strong resin from the upper leaves of the marijuana plant, and it wouldn't take many lungfuls for her to begin feeling the effect of the conscience-killing drug.

Robert lighted one for himself and went on smiling, showing understanding mingled with a flirting interest. Almost at once she had begun to relax from the effects of the soothing smoke, and in a few minutes she was smiling warmly, running her eyes approvingly over his ruggedly handsome features.

At least Maurice had the decency to send someone interesting, she thought to herself. She was wondering how long she would have to wait to kiss Robert's moistly sensual lips without seeming too callous. But who cares about appearances anyway, she reflected bitterly as she finished the drug-ridden cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

She stood up slowly, and with a toss of her head that sent her flaming red hair flying back over her shoulders, she took Robert's hand and pulled him up from the chair where he was watching her with wide-open eyes. She recognized the lust in them from her recent near-affair with Maurice, and she liked being looked at that way.

Robert rose slowly from his seat, and, smiling greedily down at her upturned face, pressed his slightly parted lips wetly over hers.

Jesus, he was thinking as her tongue answered his spearing probe up between her open lips. Every day is like Christmas! He had never before found it so easy to get his way with women. It's all in who you know, he chuckled to himself. Then he felt her arms slipping up around his neck to pull him down tighter onto her hungry mouth, and he let his fingers slip unobtrusively down to rest at the beginning flare of her buttocks. She didn't resist in any way, and he knew it was going to be all right.

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Mark Townsend
Slavetrader's captive

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN