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Chapter 1

“One thousand Turkish Lira,” said the taxi driver. “In advance.”

Penny Hale hesitated a moment, staring at the lean brown hand extended
over the back of the seat. The man was filthy and his face reminded her
of the pictures she had seen in books of the men who had tortured the
Crusaders such a long time ago. His teeth were blackened, some broken
off at the gums, and his left eye seemed to be blind. The young blonde
shivered and reminded herself that the porter at the luxury hotel where
she was staying had selected this man as reliable. Finally she reached
into her purse, took out one crisp bill and paid him. With what seemed
to her to be a derisive smile, he took the money and stuffed it into
his torn shirt pocket. Then he started the engine and slowly pulled out
of the parking lot.

Soon they were weaving in and out of the heavy late evening traffic of
Istanbul. He certainly seemed to be a competent driver, she thought, as
he skillfully threaded through the human obstacle course in the narrow
streets. Suddenly they rose over the crest of a hill and she gasped at
the sight. Below she could see almost all of the European side of the
ancient city. The moon was nearly full, and combined with the lights of
the city, it enabled her to get a panorama a hundred times more
impressive than any travel poster she had ever seen. She recognized in
the distance the famous Hagia Sophia, the Topkapi museum, the Blue
Mosque with its seven minarets pointing at the sky like so many
missiles ready to be fired. Beyond that, like a thick serpent curled
around the Golden Horn, the Bosporus glistened brightly in the
moonlight, separating the main part of the huge city from the darker
Asian side. She knew that on the other side where she was going now
there were camels and mud houses in some of the small villages, and
that the men still wore baggy pants and kerchiefs tied around their
heads. That much she had learned from the brochures that she and her
new husband had been reading over the past year before finally deciding
on Istanbul for their honeymoon.

The picturesque quality of the young boys running through the streets
with brass trays balanced on their hands carrying the tiny dipper-like
containers of thick black Turkish coffee, the strange babble of voices
coming in the windows of the taxi, the whole exotic scene around made
her suddenly very sad.

Why, oh why did it have to happen this way, she cried inside her
troubled mind.

Penny had been looking forward to her first night with Robert for such
a long time-she had never dreamed it would turn out this way. It didn’t
seem possible that only two days ago she was still living in her
apartment in Philadelphia waiting for the arrival of the so carefully
planned wedding day. Only by the greatest effort of her will could she
recall her feelings of that time that seemed so long ago now.

She and her fiance Robert Hale had been engaged for over a year before
that, and they had gone over every detail a hundred times before the
big day. Finally the actual moment of saying the words that would tie
them together forever came. Then under the colorful shower of rice and
confetti they ducked into the waiting cab which had taken them directly
to the International Airport. Robert had kissed her passionately all
the way there, whispering into her ear that he would prefer to cancel
their flight and postpone the Turkish honeymoon until the next day. He
had tried his best to persuade her to check into a hotel near the
airport, but Penny was determined to go through with the original plan
and let him make love to her for the first time in the exotic setting
of a foreign city.

At the airport they had separated long enough to change from their
formal clothes to sensible travel suits, shipping her wedding gown and
his tuxedo back to her parents’ house, and then they began the series
of delays and frustrations involved in getting from one country to
another.

First there had been the usual three-and-a-half-hour delay in leaving
the Philadelphia airport because of heavy air traffic. Then the weather
was so bad when they put down for refueling that there was another six-
hour wait. Finally, bleary-eyed and tired, they had arrived in Istanbul
the next day, only to find that their reservation had been lost. They
had waited almost two hours in the lobby as the agent who had
supposedly booked their suite argued and gesticulated like a madman
with the hotel manager. Eventually they were shown up to a less
luxurious room than the one they had expected, and it was then, after
the agent had been given a big tip and the bellhop had smirked his way
out of their room, that Penny had first noticed that her husband Robert
was in a state of angry frustration.

So fatigued that she could barely think straight, Penny had begun to
carefully lay out her new nightgown and bedroom slippers. Then she had
collected several toilet articles from her cosmetic case, and, trying
her best to give Robert a girlish alluring smile in spite of her
fatigue, she had gone into the bathroom to prepare herself for the
moment they had both been waiting for.

The new bride was already very nervous about what was to come, and
then, when she had started to close the door, she was half frightened
out of her wits by the unexpected pressure on the other side. Robert
had followed without her knowledge and was trying to prevent her from
locking herself in the bath.

“Just a minute, Penny,” he had said hoarsely in a voice she hardly
recognized. “You’ve held back long enough.”

She had looked into his eyes in surprise at his tone, and the
expression she saw there had made her blood run cold with fright. He
had looked like a cornered wild animal about to attack, a twisted mask
of desperation distorting his face. Before she could answer or react in
any way, he had wrapped his fingers around her wrist and jerked her
back through the doorway, causing her to drop the things she was
carrying.

“Ohhhhh. Don’t, Robert,” the young wife had wailed, trying to smile at
him playfully. But his grip on her wrist was hurting, and the tears
began to well up in her eyes. “Please, Robert. I have to bathe and fix
myself up first,” she had complained. “You’re hurting me. Let go!”

“In a minute,” Robert had growled at her then. “First get undressed and
let me have what I’ve waited for so long. You’ve tortured me enough for
the past year, and now you’re going to come through.”

Twisting her wrist violently he had flung her towards the huge double
bed and she had staggered to a stop with her back to the foot of the
mattress. Her eyes blurring with tears of pain and humiliation at being
treated this way by her husband of only a few hours, Penny had stood
meekly where she was, sobbing softly and wishing more than anything
else that she were back home in her own apartment. She was so tired and
felt so out of place in this situation that she was feeling like a lost
child in a big city.

Robert’s harsh voice made her open her eyes again.

“I said strip!” he had yelled, like a stranger she had never seen
before. Slowly and reluctantly she had begun to undo the top buttons of
her corduroy travel suit while staring blankly at the man she had so
recently pledged to spend her whole life with.

Blinded by tears, she had heard the sound of his belt buckle being
unfastened and the metallic ripping sound of his pants zipper going
down. Then suddenly she had felt his hand under hers on the front of
her jacket. At that moment her vision had suddenly cleared again, and
she had seen him standing before her completely naked. She had hardly
noticed his hands tearing the buttons from her jacket with one forceful
downward motion as she caught sight for the first time of his fully
erect penis.

It’s huge! the astonished young bride had gasped to herself. Her
husband’s cock stood out from under his hard flat stomach like a
majestically rearing cobra, ready to strike into the frightened inner
depths of her trembling body.

It had only taken him a moment to tear her jacket and matching skirt
from her body, and she sobbed and sucked in her breath as he tangled
his fingers in the frilly white lace of her slip. It was the first time
she had worn the garment bought especially for this momentous trip, but
he had brutally jerked it downward, ripping the flimsy material into
shreds before throwing it on the floor.

Then he had grabbed her up in his muscular arms and crushed her to him,
wetly kissing her first on the mouth and then on her neck with fumbling
lecherous fervor. She grew suddenly limp in his embrace as though she
were about to lose her balance and fall. Robert had then guided her
backwards to the bed while she struggled weakly-and then all her
strength ceased to exist. He pushed her back farther, until the edge of
the mattress caught her behind the knees and jackknifed her legs,
causing her to fall, arms and legs spread-eagled, her stricken eyes
staring glassy-eyed up at the ceiling, her long blonde hair fanned
halo-like about her face.

Robert had bent down over her prostrate form, ripping off her nylon
brassiere with one impatient motion, revealing her heaving white
breasts to his lust-demented view for the first time since they had
known each other. Penny whimpered forlornly and covered her tear-wet
eyes with her arm to block out the sight of Robert’s face. It was
distorted by passionate fury into an unrecognizable visage out of a
dreadful nightmare.

As she remembered those frantic minutes still fresh and vivid in her
memory, the bride of only a day shuddered in the back seat of the taxi
and loosed a broken sob from her lips. She had been waiting just as
impatiently as Robert for the first time with him in bed, and he had
ruined everything by his insensitive brutal attack. If only he had had
the self-control, she was sure it would have been the exciting and
beautiful act she had always expected it to be.

But no, she thought, he had to act like a rampant rapist and spoil the
whole thing.

Once more her thoughts went back to the events of less than an hour
ago.

She had felt him move down over her, his wet lips brushing up her side,
and he had fastened his teeth harshly into the nipple of her left
breast. She had groaned up at him in pain, attempting to twist away
from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands, playing roughly over the
firm softness of her thighs and hips, kept her pressed into the
mattress. His questing lips roamed wetly over the white palpitating
mounds of her breasts, causing a blissful unwilling twitch that
descended to her loins below.

She had almost begun to hope that he would wait and turn more gentle
and loving in his approach, but then suddenly his hands moved together
down to her hips. He had hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of
her white nylon panties, and, in a single deliberate motion, he had
torn them from her recoiling body. Then she was lying before him
completely naked, his unfeeling actions making her feel like a cheap
whore he had picked up off the streets.

She lay panting under his gaze, frightened and disappointed, her eyes
still covered with the back of her arm, listening to him breathing
hoarsely as he took in the enticing sight of all her exposed private
bodily charms. Then she had heard his voice like that of a stranger
standing at a great distance.

“And now you’re going to get fucked, you teasing little bitch,” he had
growled down at her. “Spread your legs and show me your cunt.”

Penny had moaned incoherently at his obscene words, mortified at being
spoken to in such a fashion. Despite her fear and weakened resistance,
she could not force herself to reopen her legs to let him see her
defenseless vagina below. Suddenly she felt his rough hands pressing
outward on the insides of her trembling thighs, which finally yielded
before the relentless pressure, once more splaying out to the side.

The frightened young bride had heard the hissing intake of breath as he
caught sight of her pinkly layered vaginal lips. She knew he could see
the tight blonde curls surrounding the narrow pussy slit, and she had
reluctantly moved her arm slightly, gazing at him between the twin
mounds of her firmly ripe breasts. As he stared at the soft sensitive
part down between her widespread thighs, his eyes were glazed in the
greed of his desire.

Without knowing exactly why, Penny moaned softly and squirmed on the
plastic-covered seat of the taxi winding through the streets of
Istanbul. Then she caught the look the driver was giving her in the
rear view mirror, and she looked out the window, trying to seem
unconcerned and unaffected by what she was remembering.

She had seen Robert’s tongue flick wetly over his tightly stretched
lips as he stared at her naked exposed genitals, until, with an animal
groan that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, he had thrown
himself forward on top of her prostrate body. His hands were all over
her, grasping desperately at her quivering white breasts, pinching all
around the smoothness of her buttocks pinned to the mattress beneath,
grappling her firm innocent young body up tighter against his as if he
wanted to crush the life out of her. Then his right hand was fumbling
down between their bodies, and he had taken the hard throbbing length
of his penis between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick
rubbery head to part the warm tender lips of her vagina. She had turned
her head to the side on the bed, closing her eyes tightly with a
shudder as she felt the blunt tip come into contact with the sensitive
edges of her cringing virginal pussy. She gasped and held her breath
for what seemed an eternity, lying absolutely still in subjugated
helplessness under her new husband, not dating to breathe until she
felt his next move.

“Noooo, wait,” she had pleaded with him, her voice trembling as she
felt the first shocking pressure against the tight elastic opening of
her vagina.

He shoved.

“Aaaaaaagh, wait! It’s too big!” she moaned in agony as the huge tip
slipped through, stretching wide the small slightly wet cuntal opening
until Penny thought her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless
outward pressure.

“God, no, please, you’re hurting, you’re hurting me!” She had been
almost crying as she jerked open her eyes in fear and saw by his face
that he had not even heard her. He was lost in the throes of his first
real chance to get at her innocent body, and he was completely
oblivious to everything else, even her pleading cues.

Suddenly, his demonically twisted face had taken on a contorted
expression of sheer raw hunger as he looked down at the lithe blonde-
haired woman he seemed to hardly recognize. His young bride was
helplessly pinned under his heavy weight, the head of his pulsing young
penis buried hotly in the soft curling hair of her cunt. He fell
forward then, his heaviness smashing her full rounded breasts tightly
back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and
his hard thick cock slipped into her pussy like a driving iron rod
pushing the moistly resistant flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling
waves before it. There was no stopping it until he gave a loud deep-
chested groan as his testicles slapped heavily into the quivering
cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.

“Oooohhhhhh! Ooohhhhhhh!” she wailed beneath him, her legs flailing out
to the side as she tried to ease the searing pain of her abruptly ended
virginity. She had never been so utterly filled in her life, and his
rock-hard, impaling cock felt as though it had torn her vagina into a
thousand tiny shreds as he rammed into her without thought of mercy or
injury to her tender young insides. And now it lay sunk deep in her
belly, filling it to the point of bursting. There was not a single
ridge of flesh that she could not feel as the quaking inner flesh of
her cunt accommodated the intruding cock, encased in the hot vaginal
sheath like a heated dagger planted cruelly into her belly.

Almost without hesitation, the impassioned young husband had then begun
to make long sliding strokes in and out of his new wife’s tortured
cunt, groaning with each inward thrust as though he wanted to pierce
her through and through. Then almost as abruptly as it had begun, just
at the point when she had felt her vagina lubricating its passage and
easing its smooth strokes, she had felt his cock begin to jerk wildly
inside her as he pumped vigorously up into her wide-stretched loins. He
mumbled incoherent obscenities above her as his spewing cock exploded,
filling her with hotly spurting sperm, finally sinking its ejaculating
length in to the hilt and holding it there. It throbbed and quivered
like a wounded animal for a long time, while Robert slowly and
painfully ground his pelvis in close circles against hers as she felt
his full load of cum emptying into the inner softness of her belly.
Finally his hardness was depleted-she felt his penis begin slowly
deflating inside her as he collapsed in exhaustion over her nearly
lifeless young body.

The ravaged young bride had felt him gradually regain control of his
breathing, and then, without warning, he had raised himself up away
from her, his now limp penis slipping wetly out of her sore stretched
cunt with a slight sucking sound, a thin trail of hot sticky sperm
trailing after it to seep down the smooth interior of her thighs.

Penny groaned in mortification in the taxi as she remembered what had
happened next. Robert had stood up away from the bed and had looked
down at her with nothing but uncaring disdain in his eyes.

“I don’t know why I waited so long,” he had spat the words out. “It
wasn’t even worth the trouble.” With that he had hurriedly begun to get
dressed, starting for the door as he put his jacket on again. “I’m
going out to find myself a good piece of ass,” he had hissed brutally
at her. “Somebody who knows how to fuck.”

And then he was gone, leaving her lying there to feel used and useless
in her ravaged nakedness.

She had cried to herself for an hour or more after he had left, and
then she had pulled herself weakly from the bed to take the shower he
had prevented before.

It was while she stood weeping under the stinging streams of hot water
that she had come to her decision to leave the hotel before he could
return and subject her to still further humiliation. She had dressed
and packed her things back into the suitcase she had so recently
emptied.

On a sudden impulse in the lobby she had leafed through the brochures
lying on the counter and decided to go to a motel she saw pictured in
one of them, close to the historical site of ancient Troy. She had
ignored the leering laughter hovering in the eyes of the night porter,
finally getting into this taxi in which she now rose through the
mysterious looking city toward the ferry to take them to the other
side.

Though she had no idea what she would do after she had arrived at the
motel, she was certain that she was doing the right thing. If she ever
decided to let Robert know where she was, he would realize that he had
to treat her with more respect and tenderness than he had so far. He
would have to learn that she had feelings too, and when that happened
she was sure she would be able to give him as much pleasure as any of
those street whores he had gone out to find.

Meanwhile she would just go right on and enjoy seeing the strange new
country she was in -she would try to forget everything that had
occurred. Then they might be able to start all over again.

Penny felt the bump and lurch of the taxi as it passed from the hard
asphalt surface onto the ramp of the ferry, and when they had stopped
in the depths of the boat, she got out to see if she could find some
coffee on one of the upper decks. When she reached the top of the steps
leading up from where the cars were, she glanced back at the hazily
silhouetted city. Something struck her as strange and then it finally
dawned on her. The minarets thrusting up all over the place from the
hundreds of mosques were like so many erect penises aiming at the moon.
She laughed to herself, remembering that only a few hours before they
had seemed like missiles aiming at the moon.

I’ll show him who’s sexy when we get together again, she whispered
softly to herself.

She suddenly heard a light cough near her in the darkness and turned to
see a Turk with a dark mustache running his eyes up and down her
figure. Than she noticed a lighter patch on his black suit, and looking
more closely, she realized with a start what it was.

He had unbuttoned his fly for her benefit! With a crawling sensation of
horror running up and down her back, she discovered that he was holding
his thick penis in his hand, slowly masturbating as his eyes roamed
over the contours of her young body. She cried out in disbelief and
hurried back to the taxi below. There she rolled up all the windows and
locked the doors from the inside, not daring to move again until the
ferry reached the other side and they were speeding off toward the
distant motel on the Dardanelles.

Chapter 2

The taxi entering the long driveway into the motel was visible from the
night manager’s office. Osman, on duty alone in the nearly deserted
motel, was surprised to see the car and wondered who could be arriving
at this time of the night. He had been bored by the lack of activity,
but now his interest was aroused. He quickly slipped on his maroon
blazer and stepped briskly out to meet the car now pulling to a halt
outside his office. He could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the
young girl sitting all alone in the back seat and his blood began to
pound in his temples. Even if this young innocent-looking girl was some
rich man’s mistress coming to wait for him here, it could prove to be
an interesting evening.

When he learned from the driver that she was American and would be
alone, it was all he could do to keep from showing the excitement in
his face, but he maintained his calm, efficient manner.

“Good evening, Madame,” he said in an obsequious voice. “Osman, at your
service.” He bowed deeply as he opened the door of the taxi, offering
his arm to assist her. Penny deliberately ignored his gesture and
stepped out of the car on her own, casting an aloof glance in his
direction, which was not lost on Osman, although he swallowed his pride
and kept smiling at her. There would be plenty of time for him to even
the score for her completely unwarranted rejection of his attentions if
he had his way.

“Madame wants a cottage to herself? With a view?” He suggested in his
senile way. He knew her type very well. As long as he pretended to bow
and scrape to her, she would be satisfied.

“You have a vacancy then?” she asked. “They told me in Istanbul that
you were hardly ever full. I guess they were right.” Secretly the young
fugitive wife was wondering why the motel was not jammed with people.
Even in the dark she could see that it was a magnificent place to stay.
The cabins were scattered about in a pine wood overlooking the water,
with a lovely view of the islands scattered in the Dardanelles below.
But she knew from her reading previous to the trip that the way to
treat foreigners was to keep them off-balance by being haughty and
disdainful. It would never do to let them think they had the upper
hand, especially if you were an American.

“I suppose that will do,” the lovely blonde said as though to nobody in
particular, glancing around the office they had now entered as if
expecting it to be infested with vermin. “You can get my bags from the
taxi.”

Without another word, Osman returned to the taxi and told the driver to
put the bags in cabin number fourteen. He waited outside the door until
the taxi driver returned ready to leave. Reaching through the window,
Osman gave the one-eyed driver five hundred lira.

“You didn’t bring the madame here, do you understand?” he whispered in
a harsh voice. “She changed her mind, and you took her to the airport.”

The driver smiled knowingly and stuffed the money in his pocket. He
took a good look at Osman’s face-this was a good thing to remember for
the future. Then he slipped the car into gear and pulled away from the
lights of the motel.

“If Madame will follow me?” Osman said when the taxi was gone. He led
Penny with a flashlight along the pathway winding among the isolated
cabins until they reached the most remote one of all. The light had
been left on inside by the taxi driver and Osman held the door while
she walked in and looked around.

Penny was still a little dazed from her sudden decision to leave Robert
and from the dangerous trip up the winding road to the motel. She
glanced into the bathroom once and wished she were already soaking in
the bath.

“All right, the room will be fine,” she said at length to Osman, who
was waiting expectantly by the open door. “If you could bring me
something warm to drink before I go to bed?”

“Of course, Madame. A hot brandy and milk?” Osman suggested. With a
little special brew of my own, he added to himself.

“Yes. That’ll do,” Penny answered. When Osman didn’t close the door and
leave her alone, she became suddenly short-tempered and tried to put
him in his place with her tone. “Well? What are you waiting for? Please
get me the drink now!” She was exasperated. Here she was, tired and
frightened and eager to be alone to think things out, and this stupid
man only stood there staring at her. It was too much.

“At once, Madame,” he said with a little self-deprecatory bow. “If I
could please have your passport. Motel regulations require that I fill
out certain forms.” He smiled at the way she looked flustered and
embarrassed under his insistent gaze. Then finally she seemed to
understand what it was he wanted, and she dug into her purse searching
for her passport. When she handed it to him with an annoyed flick of
her waist, she looked coldly up at his face.

“Now will you please bring me the drink so that I can go to bed?” she
intoned in a frigid voice. She didn’t quite understand how, but this
night manager was making her very nervous and uncomfortable and she
wished he would leave.

“Thank you, Madame. It will take a moment for the brandy and milk,
since the bar is closed. Excuse me,” he said, maintaining his cool
exterior. He knew that he was making the innocent-looking young woman
uncomfortable, and he was enjoying himself. But he knew there was a lot
more pleasure to come and hurried back to the office to mix up his
special nightcap for young ladies who came to the motel alone.

After hiding the girl’s passport, which he had no intention of
registering in the guest-book, he took the sleeping powder from his
private locker, and after a moment’s thought, reached into the inside
pocket of his sport jacket to get the tiny lump of hashish he always
carried. I might as well give her some pleasant dreams as well, he
chuckled to himself as he began to mix the drink. When he had heated
the milk on the single burner alcohol stove, he dumped in the strong
brandy and sprinkled the two powders on top. He stirred in the whitish
sleeping potion and the dark brown hashish carefully, humming to
himself as he thought of the promising evening he had ahead.

While Osman was gone, Penny had quickly changed into a frilly negligee
she had brought especially for her wedding night and started running
the bath water

She heard the light knocking at her door, and opened it just wide
enough for him to pass the tall warm glass to her. She tried to give
him a scathing glance of dismissal, but the way he was staring at her
partly revealed figure caught her off guard, and she hurriedly pulled
the neck of her negligee close together with her free hand and looked
away, closing the door almost in his face. She had never been so
affronted in her whole life. His penetrating eyes had bored straight
through the negligee Penny was wearing. She didn’t like this night
clerk and the way he looked at her. He had stripped her bare with his
glances and she knew it wouldn’t take much carelessness on her part to
provoke him into getting out of line. She had never seen such a raw
animal lust in a man’s eyes before as when the night manager’s locked
on the cleavage showing between her firmly ripe breasts. Her hands
inadvertently covered them as she trembled in repulsion at the thought
of his hands touching her.

God, what a beautiful set of breasts she must have hidden under that
gown, Osman thought to himself after she had closed the door in his
face. He had only caught a brief glimpse of the rising swell of creamy-
white flesh where her negligee had fallen open, but it was enough to
start his blood pumping down in his loins. Without wasting another
minute, he let himself quietly into the adjoining storeroom and pushed
aside the cover of the tiny peephole he had installed long ago. Putting
his eye close to the narrow opening, he could see nearly the whole
interior of the bathroom and on beyond through the door to the double
bed positioned directly in his line of sight. He caught a slight
movement at the edge of the doorway, and he licked his lips in
anticipation of what was to come. He noticed with satisfaction that she
was taking a deep draught of the drink he had made as she stepped into
the bathroom. Then she set the drink down on the edge of the bathtub
and hummed softly and sadly to herself as she slowly slipped the
negligee from her shoulders.

It was all Osman could do to keep from groaning out loud at the sight.
She was facing over the bathtub directly toward him as she started to
remove the flimsy garment, gradually revealing her naked young body to
his gaze.

He muttered a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as her fully rounded
white breasts burst into the open air of the bathroom. Then- there was
nothing left. She stood before his gaze completely naked, like the
goddess Venus. He let his eyes run down over the firmly swelling curves
of her body, noting with mounting excitement the wide fullness of her
hips and the blonde triangle of curls up between her luscious-looking
white thighs. He could just make out in her standing position the
narrow pink lips of her vagina pouting tightly closed up between her
long tapering legs. He felt his stiffening penis jerk up eagerly inside
his pants as he watched, and he cupped his excited loins in both hands
to better enjoy the pleasant aching sensations beginning to spread
through his genitals. Once more he let his vision glide back up over
the smooth flat belly to her breasts.

Osman’s mouth watered. He could hardly wait to get his hands and mouth
on those tantalizing pink nipples and to twist and churn them into the
rock hardness of passion. He smiled to himself as he watched her lift
the glass of milk and brandy to her lips again, wincing slightly as she
made a face at the slightly odd taste the sleeping powder and hashish
gave the drink. He held his breath as she looked into the glass with a
puzzled expression on her face, and then relaxed again when she
shrugged her bare shoulders slightly and took another long sip.
Suddenly she turned her back to him and bent over to take something
from the overnight bag she had placed on the floor. Small beads of
perspiration broke out on Osman’s upper lip as he stared directly at
the fleshy half-moons of her buttocks. He could see the tiny mouth of
her tightly puckered anus nestled in the narrow crevice between her
ass-cheeks as she leaned over, and the thin pink flanges of her cuntal
slit beneath.

The spying Turk groaned and squeezed his now fully erect cock between
his hands through the material of his trousers, wishing that he could
ram its throbbing length up into the warm tightness of her cunt without
further delay. He felt as though his bloated testicles would explode
from the excruciating pressure building up inside, and it was almost
with a sense of relief that he watched her turn around again and drop
two pellets of bubble-bath into the water. Without waiting for the
perfumed capsules to dissolve in the steaming hot water, Penny stepped
over the side of the tub and sat down into the water with a long drawn-
out sigh of pleasure. She leaned back with her eyes closed as if about
to go to sleep, her fingers curled around the glass perched on the edge
of the tub.

Soon her voluptuous young body was completely lost to Osman’s sight as
the many-colored bubbles began to lock together around her reclining
figure, and Osman quietly let the peephole cover drop back into place.
Very soon he could come back and watch her dry her body and get into
bed, but first he had to make two phone calls-very important calls.

*  *  *

The motel night manager had called Madame Afet many times before. By
now she had learned to trust his judgment. Never had he failed to
deliver into her hands a girl lovely enough to bring a high price in
her very specialized market. The men she supplied with nubile young
women were always more than satisfied with the merchandise, even when
they were extremely demanding in their tastes. Their insistence on
American or English girls in their early twenties, with full but not
overly mature figures, blonde hair, and blue eyes had always seemed
much too narrow to Madame Afet. She didn’t understand why some of the
dark-haired, dark-eyed, voluptuously proportioned Turkish provincial
girls wouldn’t satisfy their requirements, but she had long since
stopped trying to talk back to the money these men could afford to pay.

As usual, before going out to view the new prize Osman was offering
her, she chose one of her most alluring clinging silk dresses. She knew
that Osman was lecherous almost beyond belief, and she reasoned that
she could always distract him if necessary by using her still well
contoured body as a lure to his attention. Perhaps she was no longer
fit to be a nightclub belly-dancer and stripper at the age of thirty-
six, she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror before putting
on the tight dress. But she was still considered quite a delicious
feast of a woman by most men. And she had never hesitated to use her
bodily charms to get anything she might want.

After she was dressed and perfumed to her satisfaction, she opened the
wall safe of her modern apartment in the heart of Istanbul and pulled a
stack of lira notes from the metal box inside. She counted out seventy-
five hundred lira, a little over five hundred American dollars, and
hesitated before replacing the lid over the rest of the money. Osman
had seemed very definite on the phone in saying that this girl was
something really special. That meant that he was going to up the price
considerably if he could possibly get by with it. After a moment’s
thought, Madame Afet removed another three thousand in cash and placed
it with the rest of the money in her purse. He wouldn’t dare ask for
any more than that, no matter what the girl looked like, she thought to
herself. Then she locked the safe once more and covered it with the
painting of a naked woman.

She had already sent for her usual driver and he was waiting in the car
downstairs when she reached the exit from her building.

“Merhaba,” she said in greeting as she slid into the back seat of the
long black sedan. As they pulled away from the curb, she noticed with
satisfaction that her driver had not forgotten to remove the inside
door handles of the roomy back seat. Since that one girl a long time
ago had managed to slip out the car door, even though she was half-
conscious at the time, he had never neglected to take this precaution.
That one had cost him a lot of money, and he wouldn’t let it happen
again.

She watched the pedestrian traffic of late evening Istanbul with relish
as they worked their way toward the water. She was feeling warm and
grateful to all the tourist agencies of the world that kept sending her
supplies of beautiful young unattached women. She was relaxed and happy
as she rode along, secure in the knowledge that she would never again
have to be poor-at least not so long as there were young girls out in
the world on their own, and lecherous men who were willing to pay to
get their sweaty hands on foreign delicacies with fair skin and hair.

*  *  *

Unknown to Madame Afet, Osman had at times also dealt with another
person in Istanbul, a man named Nisli Bey. Nisli was rich enough to be
able to pay sometimes almost double the price Madame Afet could,
provided the girl was his type. His taste seemed to go through phases,
however, and Osman could never be sure he would want the offered
victim. Nisli always broke in the young women himself before selling
them to isolated mountain chieftains, and it was therefore his own
taste that mattered, not the demands they might make.

This was the first time that Osman had called them both for the same
girl, but he had two things in mind: First, he thought they might
bargain with each other and give him a better price than he might
otherwise get; and second, he wanted to be sure to get the delectable
young blonde out of the motel before the morning help came on duty. He
had had a couple of close calls before, trying to hide girls from view
all day, and he knew he would be running a risk in failing to report
her in the register this time. It might mean his job if it were found
out, and he had too good a set-up where he was to want to lose it.

As the scheming night manager hung up the telephone after the second
call, the one to Nisli Bey, he glanced at his watch and estimated that
it would be at least two hours before either of the interested parties
could arrive. He greedily licked his lips and walked hurriedly back
toward the cabin where the American beauty should just about be
finished with her bath. He hoped that she had also finished drinking
the special potion he had given her-then he would be able to do what he
wanted with her before Afet and Nisli showed up.

Once more lifting the cover from the peephole and looking into the room
where Penny was in fact now finishing her bath, he leaned forward, his
breath coming in short gasps as he saw her carefully toweling her naked
body before the mirror. She rubbed the rough-textured material a last
time over her burstingly full breasts and down along the insides of her
shapely thighs, seeming to shiver slightly when the terry-cloth came
into contact with the sensitive pink mouth of her pussy; then she hung
the towel on the back of the door. She turned out the light in the
bathroom and walked out of Osman’s view into the other room. He could
hear her digging in her suitcase for something, and then, before long,
she crossed into his line of vision again.

Penny had put on a filmy nightgown that covered her firm luscious body
only down to the tops of her full supple thighs. She was carrying the
nearly empty glass Osman had prepared for her, and she turned it up in
the air to drain the last bitter-sweet dregs into her mouth. Then she
sat down on the bed and lay back, her feet facing directly at the
peephole where the lustful voyeur was standing. The thin nylon gown
snaked its way up over the white flat plane of her belly, exposing the
soft blonde silkiness at the junction of her slightly spread legs.
Seeing the tempting pink slit up between the sparse curls, he could
hardly wait to part the velvety folds with his fingers when he would
later sneak into her room.

Osman’s bulging eyes followed the sinuous contours of her hips up over
the rising and falling rib cage to the creamy white mounds of her
breasts. They were set slightly close together and, through the thin
covering of her nightgown, he could see the little buds of her taut
pink nipples. Penny stretched languidly on the bed, revealing even more
to his staring eyes the enticing treasure up between her long tapering
legs. Then she rolled onto her stomach, her well-rounded buttocks
clenching involuntarily as she stretched out one arm to turn off the
light in the room. For a moment it was almost pitch black, and then
Osman could see that she had opened the blinds to let in the moonlight.
In the soft glow coming through the window he could see her once more
roll over onto her back as she prepared her body for sleep. She had one
leg stretched straight out, pointing at the foot of the bed, and the
other was bent to the side and up, leaving the wide open “vee” up
between her thighs fully exposed to his gaze. Then, finally, she seemed
to fall asleep.

Osman waited patiently. His potion had never failed him before. Not
only would she sleep so soundly that she would never fully wake up
before at least eight hours had passed, but she would have erotic
dreams that would make it even more interesting for him.

He would show this proud American bitch a thing or two, this blonde
beauty who felt she was so superior that she could dismiss him as so
much dirt when he tried to be friendly and helpful and polite. He
clenched his fist passionately as he saw her squirm around on the bed
in her drowsiness. It was light enough in the room that he could see
her slim form stretched sensuously along the length of the bed. Her
thighs had fallen apart a little more now and he could easily make out
the wisping curls that covered the mound of her lower belly and the
tender lips of the gaping slit beneath. He lustfully ran his tongue
over his teeth as he fingered the master key in his pocket. He would
have to wait a few more minutes. His body was soaked in perspiration
now from the very thought of that haughty young bitch squirming in
helpless surrender beneath his excited body. He listened to the almost
imperceptible ticking of the watch on his wrist, until finally he could
stand it no longer.

He returned to the breezeway outside the cabin, carefully tiptoeing to
the door of the runaway blonde’s room and fitting the key quietly in
the door. He opened it slowly, pushing his head into the darkened room,
listening for any sounds. There was none, except the soft breathing of
the motionless form on the bed. He closed the door silently behind him,
locking it to insure that no one would disturb them. He looked intently
through the semi-darkness of the room. The head of the sleeping girl
was facing up at the ceiling, her eyes shut tight as if in a deep hard
sleep, yet she moved slightly from time to time as though troublesome
dreams were entering her head from the mysterious other world she had
entered.

Osman moved cat-like around the foot of the bed, not taking his eyes
from the reclining figure sprawled back limply on it. She had drawn her
bent knee up still higher on the bed till it was even with her hip, the
smooth white flesh of the inner thigh gleaming faintly in the dim
moonlight. The soft blonde hairs covering the pinkly exposed lips of
her vagina were plainly visible to his squinting eyes as they adjusted
to the weak light in the room.

He involuntarily drew in his breath with a sharp hissing sound. He had
screwed many young, lovely women on this same bed, but never an
American and never a woman so innocent and pure as this one. Never one
so proud and deliciously alluring. He would never enjoy humiliating
anyone so much as this virginal young thing slowly sinking into a heavy
drugged sleep.

The thought of helpless mewling grunts of pleasure coming from those
sensual lips goaded his thickening penis into rock-hardness. He could
feel the hot blood throbbing painfully into its swollen head, where
tiny droplets of white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the
sensitively aching tip and smear wetly against his tense belly.
Silently he unbuttoned the fly of his trousers and let his heavily
pulsing cock burst free of all restraints, slightly easing the pain
building in his cum-laden testicles below.

He slowly massaged the thick heavy foreskin back and forth over the
throbbing cock-head as he edged his way around the bed toward the now
helpless blonde bride lying before him. The drug had done its work
well. The hard rod of flesh in his hand was jerking eagerly as he
pictured ramming it up between those wide-open thighs, burying its
thick head far up inside her haughty little belly.

Osman removed the maroon blazer he was wearing, then loosened his belt
and let his pants drop heavily to the floor. His hardness stood out
fully exposed, his bold menacing erection pointing out over the spread-
eagled body on the bed beneath. He slowly unbuttoned his slightly
dirty, sweaty shirt and threw it without looking into a chair in the
corner of the room. He left his shoes and socks on in case Afet and
Nisli came and he had to get dressed in a hurry, but he hoped he
wouldn’t have to leave this delicious young bitch until he had drained
them both dry of every ounce of strength in their bodies.

He stood for a moment longer over her motionless body, stroking himself
into a rigidity that threatened to explode into streaming white-hot
spurts at any moment. He considered for a moment going ahead, for it
would give him great pleasure to cum over her sleeping face and molded
white breasts below. But he decided to wait for a future opportunity.

The lewdly incited Turk couldn’t resist forcing one indignity on her,
however, before he fucked her in the cunt. He would be risking an
orgasm before he had done everything he wanted to do, but he just had
to see those moistly parted sensual lips close around his thick shaft,
if only for a moment. He kneeled down on the edge of the bed and turned
her head gently toward his throbbingly erect penis.

Then his pulse quickened when the sleeping blonde unknowingly moved her
hand to search down over her flat white belly. She pulled her knees up
until only her toes touched the mattress. Finally her hand found the
opening of her soft, down-covered pussy and she gently fingered the
moistening slit up between her thighs. Then she stretched her long
tapering legs out flat on the bed, and, arching the muscles of her
back, she lifted her tightly clenched buttocks off the bedspread,
leaving her upthrust vaginal furrow nakedly exposed to the mercy of his
gaze. Osman breathed heavily above her as her fingers slowly spread the
delicate hair-lined lips until the wet inner folds were pinkly visible
to the lewd hunger in his eyes.

As the small mouth-like office eagerly opened to accept the young
bride’s own probing fingers, Osman gasped out loud in his rising
passion. The drugged woman slowly inserted her extended middle finger
up into the soft velvety cuntal folds, at the same time stroking the
tiny bud-like clitoris into a quivering hardness. He was hypnotized by
the lewdness of the sight as the aroused blonde increased the sensual
movements of her body on the bed. She began slipping her finger
smoothly in and out between the glistening wet walls of her cunt, her
legs suddenly jackknifing up again, her knees tight against her
flattened breasts, her creamy rounded buttocks rising and falling in
rhythm to her stroking finger. A gentle purr-like moan of unconscious
pleasure floated up from her moistly parted lips-until Osman could
stand it no longer.

Her mouth was still only a scant few inches away from his erectly
expanded penis, and he pushed his hips slowly forward toward her
sideways-turned face, placing the wet sticky cock-head in the warm
crevice formed by her passion-parted lips. He placed one thumb under
her nose and the other on her chin, pulling slowly outward until the
heavy bulbous cock dropped in between her stretched lips and rested
lightly against her teeth, the soft flesh of her mouth forming a heated
furrow along its throbbing length. He slowly flexed his hips back and
forth, several small droplets of clear cum-fluid seeping from the end
of his pulsing glans to mingle with the warm saliva forming inside her
burning oral cavern. He could feel the hot air from her slightly
flaring nostrils flowing excitingly against his rigid member as she
breathed in breathless, heaving gasps.

In a sidelong glance Osman could see her still shoving her middle
finger up into the gradually widening opening of her cunt. God, he
could easily shoot his hot stream into her virginal young throat right
now just looking at the obscene manipulations. He thought of what it
would be like to see her Adam’s apple bobbing in her throat as she
unwillingly swallowed his fiery load of cum, but he decided against it.

The wildly excited Turk reached one hand down to the hem of the drugged
blonde’s flimsy negligee, sliding it slowly up her sleek milk-white
belly, then on over the gleaming swell of her breasts, until her whole
naked torso was exposed to his view. Although he had seen her unclothed
body through the peephole, it hadn’t excited him nearly as much as
having her here now, spread helplessly beneath him where he could touch
and fondle her to his heart’s content.

With the thumb and forefinger of one hand he reached down and squeezed
her soft lips tighter around his hotly throbbing penis, continuing the
even stroking motion he was now making into her mouth. The other hand
moved over her magnificent ripe breasts, tweaking the little pink
nipples alternately between his fingers until he could feel them
leaping into eager hardness in response to his touch.

The semi-conscious young woman shifted slightly on the bed beneath him,
moaning softly as though she were gradually becoming aware of his
presence. He held himself still, grasping his achingly hard cock,
afraid for a moment that his drug-potion had not done its work
completely. His heavy pulsating shaft slipped lightly from between her
parted wet lips, leaving a few almost invisible threads of sticky cock-
lubricant trailing behind it.

“Oh, Robert, my darling husband,” she mumbled thickly through the mind-
numbing effects of the drugs. “We’ve waited for so long. Come to me my
darling. Please …”

The bride of only a day had become dimly aware of the maddening waves
of sensation coursing through her veins and, in her drugged condition,
thought she had seen the shadowy movement of her husband in the room.
She was totally unaware that she was half-dreaming, and that her erotic
feelings were being caused not by her love for her husband, but by the
hashish and sleeping potion in the milk and brandy she had drunk. She
knew only that it felt as though a great weight had been lifted from
her troubled mind and that now things would be all right between them.
Robert would be considerate of her feelings now and would take her as
she had always dreamed he would. She could feel her blood stirring
hotly deep within her belly, and she knew she wouldn’t fail him this
time.

Osman smiled to himself above her. The mixture had worked its strange
magic as it always had before.

The little bitch thinks I’m her husband, he grinned lewdly to himself.
He remembered that her passport identified her as a single American
girl of twenty-two years, which meant that she must have been married
only recently to this Robert. Perhaps they had never even fucked yet.
The thought that she might still be an innocent, untried virgin made
his thick expanded cock jerk wildly in his hand, and he stroked the
throbbing rod slowly, running his free hand lightly over the full
enticing mounds of her breasts and down over her quivering white belly
to the mysterious blonde pubic triangle below. Gently he shoved her
manipulating hand away from her moistly responding cunt, thrusting his
own extended middle finger into the ready and waiting wetness inside.

“Ohhh, darling, darling. Be gentle,” the girl droned on beneath him.
“I’ll make you so happy, Robert. Please be gentle.”

Penny was dreaming on, her body now becoming alert to the magic
caresses turning her tingling body into a hot vessel of passionate
desire. Tiny thrilling goosebumps dotted the whiteness of her druggedly
sensitive skin while hot flashes of sheer unadulterated lust shot up
through her widespread loins.

God, how she wanted him! Her body ached and burned to be touched gently
and with understanding as he was doing it now.

The new bride pushed from her thoughts the insensitive rape her young
husband had subjected her to in the hotel earlier that night. She just
wanted to make up for all the time she had denied him and herself the
natural ways of merging their bodies into one. She felt as though she
wanted him to climb right up inside her, to possess her, to still the
thunder and hot lightning that was building up deep, deep inside from
the ministrations of his maddening fingertips playing softly over her
defenseless nakedness.

Perhaps he would understand her now, understand that she herself had
suffered as much as he had while they were waiting-that she had wanted
him badly too. Now it was different, she was thinking in her dreamy
drug-induced state; they were here together alone, and now they were
married and completely free to give each other all that they had to
give.

In a mental haze, she passed her tongue slowly over her moist lips,
savoring the pungent taste of aroused cock still clinging to them. It
did strange things to her-the odor and taste coursing through her
entire being like a love potion, lighting little fires in her turgidly
erect nipples and causing a throbbing in the nerve ends deep up in her
warm throbbing vagina. She writhed and twisted her body on the bed,
groaning softly up into the dimly-lighted room. She could feel tiny
dewdrops of moisture gathering down there between her legs as her
nakedly palpitating pussy lips began a slow spasmodic contracting,
clasping wetly together up between her quivering thighs.

Osman grinned, his greedy dark eyes feasting lewdly on her
unconsciously squirming nakedness.

Gently he pulled his finger from her cunt and moved his knees on the
bed, crouching on all fours over her undulating young body, pushing her
unresisting milk-white thighs wider apart. Then he crawled up between
them, his knees pressed outward against her ankles and his face panting
a few inches above the openly spread pinkness of her loins. He passed
his tongue hungrily over his lips as his eyes bored down at her
gleaming pussy rotating sensuously and expectantly just below his
extending tongue. He could see her moist juices glistening in the tiny
pink opening of her vagina, slowly seeping and spreading down the full
length of the delicious narrow valley of tender young pussy-flesh. Her
flowing love-juices trailed on down between the rounded cheeks of her
buttocks pressed tightly into the mattress below.

Through half-closed eyes, the drugged young blonde could see her
husband’s face, dimly visible as he leaned down between her widespread
legs. She could feel the flat open palms of his hands pressing outward
against her sensitive inner thighs, forcing them even farther apart.
Her most secret treasure was offered up to him to use as he wished, and
she held her breath as he lowered his face closer and closer and then
suddenly-she felt the first searing contact!

The lustful Turk’s hot probing tongue lashed out lightly over her
quiveringly erect clitoris.

“Ohhhhh!” she moaned, shuddering from the electrifying pressure of
tongue on pussy-flesh, her whole body jerking wildly up at him, as his
warm moist lips closed hungrily over the entire quaking mound at the
base of her belly. His face was lost to her view, buried in the fine
blonde fleece, and she closed her eyes tightly again to enjoy the wet
tickling kisses he was planting in the tenderly shuddering furrow, his
moist tongue flicking serpent-like at the dilated opening of her cunt.

Her hands slipped sensuously down over the quivering swells of her
breasts and brushed over the smooth plane of her shivering belly,
coming to rest at her loins, on either side of Osman’s avidly sucking
lips. Her fingers stroked gently for a moment at the flexing hollows of
her inner thighs, tracing the hot flashing sensations coursing through
her tender skin, and then she salaciously spread the fleshy outer folds
of her pussy farther apart to give his devouring lips fuller access to
her hotly throbbing inner crevice.

The night manager’s wetly searing tongue shot out again and again, its
flicking tip circling the erected clitoris while his lips sucked
ravenously, drawing the warm slippery pussy-walls into the steaming hot
cavern of his mouth. His sharp teeth nibbled playfully at the pink
outer flanges as his tongue darted in and out of the succulent cuntal
mouth. Then suddenly his teeth closed lightly around the turgid nub of
her clitoris tugging at it as though he wanted to bite it off, his
greedily pointed tongue darting repeatedly over its rigid tip.

The defenseless young wife groaned huskily as the hot probing wetness
licked against the straining pink bud and she bucked her loins tighter
up against his face. Slowly he let her tiny clitoris slip out from
between his teeth and began laving his saliva-soaked tongue up and down
the length of her desire-moistened pussy-slit. Starting at the lower
belly and slithering its way over the elastic-rimmed opening of her
wetly clasping vagina, the questing tongue slipped down, down into the
crevice of her clenching buttocks, probing in heated search of the
tight puckered anus below. Her hips were now grinding impatiently down
into the squeaking bed while soft mewling animal sounds escaped from
between her clenched teeth.

Osman worked hungrily up and down her pussy, feeling the curly wet
pubic hair brushing teasingly against his cheeks. Never in his wildest
dreams had he expected to have such a proud innocent bitch squirming
under his tongue and moaning for more. Her groans drove his tongue
faster and faster as it worked its way up and down the steaming wet
valley of her loins. He wanted her begging for it when he was ready to
ram it to her-and she was almost there. He had never seen anything like
it, never seen anyone so hot for it, even with the potion. She
obviously needed fucking really bad, and she would get exactly what she
wanted-this was just the beginning.

The incredulous Turk knew the drugged young bride was too far gone now
to fight anything he wanted to do to her and his mind began to form
weird erotic pictures of the positions he could put her in and the
things he could do at will to her thrashing desire-wracked young body.

He chuckled lewdly as he felt her hands begin desperately clawing at
his greasy black head of hair, guiding his face tighter against the
palpitating opening of her cunt. Again and again, he ran his tongue
into the soft hair-rimmed furrow, flicking at the hungrily clutching
cuntal mouth for a moment, and then quickly withdrawing to tease again
around the hot throbbing edges of her pussy-slit.

He let her force his mouth down still more firmly over the tight little
opening to her wetly clasping vagina. As his eagerly sucking lips
rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he thrust his tongue
deep up into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the defenseless
young woman as her soft warm thighs closed convulsively around the
sides of his bobbing face. He could feel the wet cuntal flesh slip
moistly around his hotly extended tongue as the walls of her vagina
opened and closed in a greedy clutching motion attempting to pull the
invading instrument in deeper and deeper. It felt as though the
nibbling voracious mouth would pull his tongue out by the roots,
devouring it alive.

She snaked her legs around his body and pushed her heels down against
his back, pressing his face into the velvety trap until he could barely
breathe, his nose smashed tight against the tiny hard clitoris above.
He breathed in the sweet pungent odor of her vaginal secretions, now
flowing in abundance from her cunt, the aroma inciting his penis to a
hardness he could no longer control. He had to fuck this little bitch
soon or he would explode his load of cum all over the mattress!

The only half-conscious Penny was lost in the fire of the moment. Every
muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips desperately
upward toward that maddening probe between her legs. Robert had become
like a god to her. She had never expected it could be like this, that
her husband could bring such glorious sensual feelings to her
inexperienced body.

Her love for him incited her further as her up-drawn legs opened and
closed around the tormenting head that was gluttonously licking at her
flame-seared pussy below. The tendons of her neck stood out as she
pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his bobbing
head.

“Ohhhhh! Ohhh, gooood!” she moaned, splaying her legs out wider and
wider to give him easier access to her wildly throbbing loins.

The lust-crazed Turk could stand it no longer. He grabbed the
hallucinating bride’s flailing legs behind the knees and shoved them
roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up over her sweat-soaked
body at the same time. His rigidly jerking cock brushed against her wet
prickling pubic hair as he planted his hands on either side of her
shoulders, her ankles locking tightly behind his neck. He could look
down between their bodies and see her upturned ass-cheeks and expanded
cuntal slit, visibly fluttering just inches from his painfully
throbbing cock.

Osman grinned obscenely above her as he edged his quivering penis
slowly forward, watching its broad tip nuzzle into the pink moist
flower of her eagerly waiting cunt. He stopped when the tip was firmly
set in place, ready to slip forward and impale her at the first lunge
he would make with his hips. He could feel her straining upward to take
it in her, her hotly palpitating cuntal flanges writhing against him,
sending waves of unbearable pleasure all the way from his bloated glans
down the rigid cock-shaft into his aching balls hanging heavily below.
He let her beg with her cunt a moment longer, poised above her like a
bird of prey just waiting for the right instant to swoop down and spear
her-then he drew back slightly for the first thrusting drive up into
her quaking white belly.

At that moment, he heard the unmistakable sound of tires crunching in
the gravel of the driveway outside the cabins.

“Damn!” he cursed out loud.

He had put off the exquisite moment he had been waiting for one minute
too long. It didn’t seem possible that so much time had passed, but it
must have. He hovered above her a little longer, considering going
ahead and shoving forward into the squirming hot cunt clutching at his
pulsating shaft-but he wanted to carry it to full humiliating
completion when he did.

Cursing again under his breath as he gazed from above down at the
uncomprehending young wife, he disentangled himself from her encircling
arms and legs and climbed hurriedly down off the bed.

“Don’t worry, little hot bitch. I’ll fuck you later till you can’t
walk,” he growled down at her undulating, unsatiated body. It only took
him a split second to slip his clothes back on again, and then he let
himself out of the room, taking care to lock the door securely from the
outside so that the desperate blonde wife would not be able to get
away. He left the key in the lock, hoping to return quickly and finish
what he had started.

Penny thrashed and moaned on the bed, unable to comprehend what was
happening. Had she somehow made Robert angry with her again? Didn’t he
understand that this time she was ready for whatever he wanted to do to
her? She moaned out her frustration, clamping her thighs tightly
together. She was willing to give him any kind of pleasure, if only he
would put his exciting hardness into her now and drown the gnawing fire
that raged out of control in her vagina.

The hopelessly confused young wife opened her drug-fogged eyes and
glanced searchingly around the dim moonlit room, groaning again in
unsatisfied passion, when she found no sign of her husband. Finally, in
desperation, she thrust her hands back down into the steaming hotness
of her loins, slipping her fingers lewdly along the moist pussy-slit.
It relieved the aching urgency a little, and she began to stroke her
extended fingers back and forth along the quivering vaginal mouth,
driving her excitement to even greater heights. She found her hard-
nubbed clitoris with the fingers of one hand and massaged the throbbing
little bud in frenzied need, the other hand becoming soaking wet as it
plunged into her moistly expanded cunt and established a wild fucking
rhythm. She groaned again and again, in frustrated memory of the hard
fleshy rod that had been so near to quenching the fires of love
“Robert” had ignited inside her.

Chapter 3

Outside in the cool night air, Osman raced up the narrow path to head
off whoever had arrived at the motel office. As soon as he had rounded
the last row of bushes surrounding the cabins, he could see it was
Madame Afet. She met him as he ran panting up to the tiny porch
outside.

“Good evening, Osman,” she greeted him with a winning smile. “Where’s
the fabulous little prize you promised me?” She could tell that he was
excited to a fever pitch, and automatically her eyes dropped to the
swollen bulge in his trousers. The slimy little bastard has been up to
something already, she thought to herself. If she really was as lovely
and appealing as he had indicated to her on the phone, she hoped he
hadn’t marred or disfigured her body.

“As usual, she’s in cabin number fourteen,” Osman replied, not missing
the interested glance Afet had thrown at the still throbbing cock in
his trousers. You can have some of this too, he thought obscenely. He
had long wanted to fuck Madame Afet. He knew she had been one of the
most famous courtesans in Turkey when she was a few years younger, and
he would like to give her a sample of what a real man could make her
feel. He had an idea tonight might be the night, and his cock jerked
violently at the thought. He let his eyes wander greedily over the
swelling breasts filling the front of her tight dress. He looked on
down to the gracefully flaring hips and full rounded thighs encased in
the clinging material below

His lewdly forward glances were not lost on Afet, and she involuntarily
shuddered at the thought that he might run his hands over her body if
he ever had the chance. She had never been a woman to turn down a good
fuck, but this Osman was just too repulsive. Still, if it had to be
done someday, she reflected, she supposed she could do it. He did seem
to have a monstrously huge cock. She pushed these unnecessary thoughts
to the back of her mind and got down to business again.

“Let’s see this fabulous goddess you’ve found,” she said with obvious
disdain for Osman’s cock-sure attitude. “I haven’t got much time, as
you know. My services are in constant demand in Istanbul. I may be
losing thousands of Lira just by being here.”

“Of course,” Osman answered in a mocking voice. You phony bitch, he
added to himself. You know that most of what you make depends on the
young girls that are delivered to you. Without another word he lead the
way toward the cabin. Let her see what I’ve got for her first, and then
we’ll see what I can get out of this.

They moved silently to number fourteen and he took her into the
storeroom from which he had watched Penny earlier. Sliding the peep-
hole cover to one side, he looked in first and, deciding that the view
was not clear enough, took the chance of turning on the light. He had
an exterior switch for this purpose, and without hesitation he flipped
it on. Penny was so far gone now in her dreaming sexual fantasy that he
hoped she wouldn’t notice.

“There she is,” he told Afet, a wide grin on his face as he stood aside
to let her see the blonde treasure that would be up for sale to the
highest bidder as soon as he was finished with her.

Afet put her face to the peep-hole and looked into the room. She gasped
as she saw the innocent young blonde on the bed writhing in the throes
of masturbation. She could see her long tapering legs flung wildly up
into the air, her toes pointing at the ceiling, her grinding buttocks
beneath gleaming in naked exposure. Between the girl’s out-flung
thighs, she could see the white half-moons of her perfectly rounded
breasts, and above them the lovely face surrounded by a careless halo
of blonde hair. The girl’s lips were parted in heated passion, working
crazily as she tried to bring herself to her obviously much-needed
completion. Then the spying Turkish woman let her eyes drop to the
openly spread vagina beneath, the fleshy pink folds cruelly distended
to make room for the girl’s fingers stroking in and out of the clasping
narrow passage.

Then the light went out, plunging the room into semi-darkness again.

“Well?” Osman demanded with a triumphant tone in his voice.

“You’ve drugged her!” Madame Afet accused him. She didn’t want to lose
her advantage and let him know that she wanted to get this girl more
than she had ever wanted any of them before. The shrewd businesswoman
could make a fortune this time if she played her cards right, but she
had to keep his price down if she could.

“What difference does that make,” he snarled back at her. He was aware
of the effect the brief glimpse of the girl had had on Afet. He felt
secure that this time he could get whatever he wanted, and Afet wasn’t
going to bargain him down. In fact, he told himself, I’m going to get
more than just money this time.

The sight of the girl finger-fucking herself had aroused him almost
beyond endurance all over again, and, if he couldn’t get back in the
room to satisfy himself on her, then he would fuck this Afet as part of
the deal he would make with her. And he was sure she would agree to it,
especially as soon as she knew that Nisli Bey was on his way out from
Istanbul too.

“All right, let’s go where we can talk,” Afet said. She could see that
Osman felt he had a distinct advantage in this negotiation, and she was
anxious to find out what it was. She steeled herself inwardly for the
worst. If he insisted on fucking the shrewd Afet herself, she would do
it -the girl was worth even that. And besides, she reflected, the
obscene view she had enjoyed of the young girl trying to satisfy
herself had set her own blood to boiling, and she could feel the
beginnings of desire tingling up inside the warm recesses of her
excited cunt.

Osman led her to an adjoining cabin and unlocked the door. Once inside
the room, he offered her a drink, which she refused, and then got down
to talking business.

“First, I have to tell you that Nisli Bey has been notified of our
little blonde bitch,” he grinned at her, watching with secret glee as
her features fell into a pained expression of betrayal.

“What! You lousy bastard!” she screamed at him before she could catch
herself. Immediately she regretted her words as his eyes narrowed to
angry slits in his face. “Forgive me,” she added in a vain attempt to
mollify him. “But you know that it’s impossible for me to compete with
Nisli. He’s one of the richest men in Istanbul.”

“Exactly,” Osman gloated. “Therefore it should be obvious that you have
only one advantage over him that might swing the deal in your favor.”
He ran his eyes hungrily over her stocking-encased thighs, exposed
almost up to her crotch as she sat on the edge of the bed opposite him.

“I don’t understand,” she said, smiling weakly as though completely
innocent of what he was thinking.

“I think you do, Madame Afet,” he growled. “For you, I might sell this
American for only slightly more than the regular price, but only if you
please me as part of the bargain.” He stood up and glared at her with
an obscene leer on his face, waiting for her answer as though he didn’t
really care what it was.

Afet stared at him for a long time, unwilling to admit that he had her
in a position where she had no more power over him. For the first time,
he had gained the upper hand with her, and she didn’t like the feeling
at all. Finally, thinking that time was more important than ever now
that she knew Nisli was on his way, she sighed heavily and stood up.
She slowly began to remove her clothes, lifting her sheath-like dress
over her head and throwing it carelessly onto the chair beside the bed.

Then she stood before the gloating Turk in nothing but her black nylon
bikini panties and brassiere, feeling more degraded and humiliated than
ever before in her life-even worse than that day so long ago when she
has been raped by soldiers during the civil war in her native Anatolia.
She felt dirty and used under Osman’s relentless grinning gaze, and she
decided to pursue the last part of the bargain before he had forced her
to submit to his depraved demands and could then deny her the prize and
laugh in her face. She knew him well enough to be sure that he would
stand up to whatever he had agreed to in advance-especially since she
was one of his best customers. That wealthy Nisli would only come
through when the girl was as perfect as the blonde locked in the cabin
next door; Osman was smart enough to know that he couldn’t turn his
back on Afet completely, even though this time he could make things
tough for her.

“All right,” she sighed heavily. “I’ll do whatever you want. But first,
let’s come to an agreement about the girl.”

Osman saw what she was up to, but it didn’t matter. He was getting
something he had always wanted and had never been in the position to
get until now. He spoke with a shrewd cast in his eyes.

“Five hundred dollars for the girl, in addition to getting my way with
you-and then fucking her before you take her away,” he said with
calculated alacrity.

“That’s robbery, you bastard,” Afet replied without being able to stop
herself, instantly biting her tongue at losing her cool again.

“A girl like that is worth at least two thousand dollars to Nisli Bey,”
he replied coolly, flinching at her name-calling. I’ll get even with
you in a minute, bitch, he mused. I’ll show you who’s a bastard. Osman
watched her expression change as he made this statement. He knew by the
sudden frustration that crossed her face that he could almost name his
own price now. She knew that she was in no position to argue with him
for too long since speed was of the very essence if the plans were to
be completed before Nisli arrived.

“All right, I’ll accept those terms, but you’ll have to come to
Istanbul to get at the girl. There’s no time here tonight,” Afet
finally answered. I’m not taking a chance on Nisli getting here and
spiriting that girl off before I have a chance to get her away, she was
thinking.

“Then strip down, and let’s seal the bargain.” Osman countered. He knew
exactly what she was thinking and counted on it to get her to do all
the things he wanted. Finally he had found a way to equalize himself
with her. He knew there was a chance of losing Nisli as a future
customer, but that was a risk he would take. Right now all he wanted to
do was fuck her senseless and try to get rid of her before Nisli showed
up. He could always say that the American girl had escaped before he
could do anything about it, if it came to that.

Afet detected the bold, more masterful change in his voice. It hinted
at a certain unmistakable viciousness that suddenly curdled her
stomach. God knew what depraved acts he would force her into before
this ordeal was over. She wished she could call on her driver for help,
but now there was no way out.

Osman saw her reluctance and once again offered her the drink of
straight brandy she had refused before.

“I think Madame Afet will need this. The agreement will not be valid
without total cooperation. Do you not agree?” He smiled triumphantly
when she numbly nodded in assent. Then she grabbed the drink he was
offering and poured the burning liquid down her throat.

She felt as though she would scream in revulsion if this swine touched
her, but it was coming and she had to deaden her senses. Things had
gone too far to turn back now and she could not afford to lose this
young American-it would ease her heavy expenses which had been getting
higher and higher as she had been forced to pay larger and larger
bribes to the authorities to keep herself protected.

Osman knew the moment she nodded her head that the battle was won. He
was going to fuck this high-class bitch who had once been in demand by
the most important men in Turkey, and there was nothing she could do to
stop him. He smiled lewdly as he stood in front of her unbuttoning his
pants and then letting them drop to the floor. His throbbing hard penis
stood out from his body pointing straight at her. It looked like a
giant wooden shaft growing up through the black underbrush of his thick
pubic hair. With one hand he stroked the foreskin back and forth over
the expanding cock-head which grew in size each time it disappeared and
reappeared through the thick flesh covering it. He watched the loathing
in her face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his cock, his
excitement flaring as he saw the hopeless fear rising in her eyes. This
would be more fun than the American. This one would be conscious of the
things he was doing to her!

“Strip!” he hissed at her again. “Or do I have to do it for you?”

Osman stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking in the long
tapering roundness of her silk-covered legs, the bursting fullness of
her brassiere, the whiteness of her flat smooth belly above the top of
her sheer black nylon panties. His gaze made her feel as though she
were back at the beginning again, laying her body down for whatever
filthy sailor was willing to pay for her services. She thought of all
the years she had spent working her way up in the world until now she
lived almost like a princess, realizing they were being swept away in
this one brief encounter.

“Don’t touch me, you beast! Don’t touch me!” she shouted without
thinking.

“It’s too late, Madame,” he intoned with contempt in his voice. He
grabbed her shoulders with his hands, the strong sinewy fingers digging
harshly into her skin. “We have our agreement about the American girl
to consider.”

“I don’t care! I’ll find someone else. Let Nisli have her!”

He loomed above her, his eyes devoid of pity, shining coldly into hers,
his cruel and unyielding lust boring into the very depths of her soul.
The pressure of his hands grasping her shoulders permitted no escape
from his contemptuous gaze.

“No, no. I can’t do it,” she whimpered.

Her pleas fell on unhearing ears as his arms enveloped her, his lips
crushing down against her, his thick rigid cock below pressing hard
into her softly yielding belly. His tongue snaked its way out between
his sharp teeth into the resisting wetness of her mouth. She struggled
to free herself, but fear and the strong brandy had drained her of the
strength to fight. His slim muscular body glued itself tightly to hers,
arms and legs winding about her like a giant spider web from which
there was no escape.

“Please, please don’t,” she groaned into the searing mouth locked over
hers, the savage rape she had suffered in that earlier time whirling
dizzily through her mind. The room seemed to spin as he pushed her
backwards toward the bed, sending her sprawling flat on her back, his
body descending on top of her to pin her tightly to the jiggling bed.
She pressed her thighs together, attempting to hold back the squirming
body trying to lodge itself between them. His throbbing cock was
trapped there, forcing itself lewdly up and down against the thin nylon
strip of the panties covering her cringing vagina below. Afet could
feel the hard thick rod sliding against the sensitive inner hollows of
her struggling thighs as his head pressed down forcefully against hers,
then suddenly dropped, and she felt the sharp excruciating pain of his
teeth biting savagely into the taut muscles of her straining neck. She
kicked out automatically with her long smooth legs, attempting to
dislodge him from above her.

His body sank triumphantly down between her protesting thighs as they
splayed obscenely open, and the broad pulsing tip of his cock-shaft
pressed demandingly against the protective nylon band of her panties.
His pelvis began a deliberate grinding motion against her upturned
loins, rubbing the sheer material into the dampening slit of her panty-
covered pussy. His hips undulated slowly, slowly, watching the changing
expressions on the face of the beautiful woman trapped beneath him,
knowing she couldn’t stand this torment for long. He gloated to himself
that he would soon ignite her body to his lewd probings, and then she
would give him what he had wanted since he had first started working
with her-her complete submission to his will.

Afet could feel it happening. Her long tense form was pressed tightly
into the mattress, so that she could do nothing to escape the hotly
palpitating rod forcing itself against the trembling moist furrow
between her legs. But her unconscious mind was fighting the torture of
the teasingly stroking shaft, fighting against surrender to it.

“Noooo, nooo,” she mumbled incoherently, even as her hips began to move
involuntarily in hardly perceptible little circles that betrayed her
determination to resist.

Osman felt her unwilling response as the thighs that had been pressed
tightly together in vain resistance to his prodding cock suddenly fell
loosely apart. Her heels hooked behind his knees and, with a low
animal-like groan, her arms snaked around his neck pulling his mouth
down to press wetly over hers. She sucked his tongue voraciously into
her mouth, soft mewling sounds escaping from her greedily sucking lips.
She ground her suddenly hungry loins up toward his rock-hard cock,
attempting to draw its thick length through the flimsy material of the
panties still separating their flesh.

Osman reached down between their bodies, savagely ripping away the
narrow crotch-band with one motion of his hand and then guiding the end
of his violently throbbing cock up between the now unprotected ridges
of her cuntal lips. He could feel the curly tickling pubic hair parting
before his unimpeded onslaught. The thick rubbery tip of his penis
momentarily met resistance at the entrance to the hot moist passage and
then he felt the elastic mouth suddenly give, allowing his turgid
hardness to slip wetly inside. The lusty Turk thrust forward with all
his strength and fury, his massively skewering cock slithering deep,
deep inside her wet velvety cunt with a heedless shoving force that
brought a muffled scream from Afet’s contorted face. He didn’t relent
in his searing plunge up into her quivering unprepared vagina until he
felt his balls slap heavily against her upturned ass-cheeks and he held
it there, savoring the hotly squirming cunt palpitating around his
deeply imbedded cock.

Abruptly the impaled woman no longer wanted to resist as she felt her
vagina becoming wet and open around the heavy throbbing rod. She
started screwing her cunt up and down on it, pinning her legs back
against her shoulders, wanting to take it all to the hilt, until it
bored deep into her quaking belly, until it fucked all the way up into
her throat. She no longer had any pride left. In her mind, she had been
thrown all the way back to her first time, when she had been fucked
against her will over and over again until, in order to save her
sanity, she had been forced to learn to enjoy it.

The delighted night manager wasn’t sure what had happened, but he knew
that he had somehow tapped into the central whore that lives inside
every woman. He braced himself on his knees and elbows above the wildly
thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt suck his flesh until
he retaliated by bucking forward on her upward stroke several times,
driving the hotly expanding cock-head right up to the sensitive wall of
her cervix.

“Ohhh, ohhhhh,” she groaned out of control as his whole invading
hardness fucked into her, the power of his thrusts driving her heaving
buttocks pitilessly down into the mattress below.

Wasting no time now that he had her responding with every inch of her
wantonly rocking body, Osman reached back underneath her grinding ass-
cheeks and slipped his extended middle finger along the widely spread
crevice between their rounded half-moons. Finally he found the tiny
puckered anus and thrust his finger all the way up to the second
knuckle in the tightly clenched little opening.

“Aaagggh, aaagggh!” she grunted in pain at the unexpected intrusion
into her cringing anus. Her feet jerked erotically in the air above his
back, her toes curling spasmodically in her sheer stockings. He had
hurt her for a moment, but she liked the sensations now coursing
through every nerve in her ravaged body.

Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating his finger inside her
anus from his pummeling cock slipping wetly in and out of her hotly
clasping pussy, Osman could feel the ridges on the bottom of his thick
bloated penis rippling through the warm waves of flesh.

Afet began unconsciously moaning all the obscene words she could think
of between her panting gasps as she bucked and twisted under his
weight.

“Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me! Ram it in me good!” she groaned over
and over again.

Osman grinned lewdly down at her lust-distorted face as he rammed his
pelvis forward with a vengeance. Each time she gyrated her loins down
over his smoothly sliding hardness, he thrust the finger in her anus
upward until it was fully submerged in her wildly jerking rectal
passage, and then, as she bucked back up away from his skewering
finger, he drove his cock still harder into the wetly sucking inner
recesses of her cunt.

He had her hopelessly impaled between the twisting finger and pistoning
cock, and he was enjoying her wildly thrashing movements beneath him
more than he had ever enjoyed fucking a woman before. The lust juices
from her dilating cunt ran down over his hand, lubricating wetly the
finger now sunk all the way to his fist in her rotating anus.

The wildly responding woman strained back under him, arching her loins
against his grinding pelvis and twitching back down onto his wiggling
finger. She moaned incessantly, her head flailing from side to side on
the crumpled bedspread, her body a mass of electric tingles that shot
through it half in pain and half in pleasure.

“Uuuuggghh!” she grunted as he began buffeting her harder in lewd
rhythm between his hand and the growing plunging cock. He could feel
its thickness expanding more with each thrust he made up into the wet
hot passage, its relentless lust fed by the very hopelessness of the
unwilling woman now squirming incoherently beneath him.

Afet could feel the stone-hard shaft thickening incitingly inside her
ever-moistening vagina. She was given no relief from the hotly building
crest of pleasure climbing, climbing deep in her trembling belly.

“Harder, harder, fuck me harder,” she chanted in time to his long hard
strokes. Huge warm waves of delicious feeling raced through her entire
body, until she felt like it was an expanding balloon of joy, filling,
filling, until she was ready to burst. She sucked wildly on the tongue
flicking into her mouth, wanting her every bodily orifice to be filled.
This was all that was real, there was nothing else, and then suddenly,
with a deep-throated groan, she felt great floods of her hot cum-juices
throbbing from the rippling walls of her cunt, streaming out in endless
gushes around the hard fleshy rod slipping faster and faster into her.
She seemed to be cumming forever, the fluids gushing out onto his heavy
balls beneath and over his hand skewering into the crevice of her ass-
cheeks.

She gave one long low moan, splaying her legs high into the air and as
wide apart as they would go to give the still rapidly pistoning cock
even greater access. She thrust her loins up at him with superhuman
force, screwing herself up hungrily on the thick pumping shaft. Juices
flowed still from her quivering vagina as her nostrils flared in
passion-then one long last gasp of breath rasped up out of her lungs as
though she had been struck in the stomach. She collapsed under him, her
body shivering uncontrollably from the lingering sensations following
her down from the peak of wanton lust she had reached.

Osman felt her surging climax as he drove his cock deeper inside her
while her legs splayed out and waved on either side of his body. He
could feel the hotly jetting stream begin in his cum-inflated balls and
rush down the length of his pulsating thick cock-shaft, spewing wildly
out into the depths of her clasping womb. He was filling her
completely, his hot sperm overflowing with her own love juices out of
the curl-lined lips of her spasmodically contracting cunt. He gave one
last low gasp as with a jerk he emptied the last of his load of semen
into her still quivering belly, and then he too collapsed like a broken
puppet over her limply spread-eagled body.

They lay still, a loose tangle of arms and intertwined legs, their
breathing gradually returning to normal during the long moment of
quiet. Then Osman lifted himself from the unmoving body of the satiated
woman, his deflated cock slipping with a lewd sucking noise out of the
cum-soaked furrow between her openly splayed legs.

“It’s a pleasure to do business with you, Madame Afet,” he tormented
her, smiling obscenely down at her still wantonly sprawling body. Then
he stood up and dressed quickly, running his eyes over the length of
her abandonedly spread legs, the tatters of her torn panties bunched up
around her slowly heaving belly. Her stockinged knees were bent outward
away from each other on the bed and he could see the sticky pool of
their mingled cum-juices forming beneath her buttocks. Her mouth hung
slackly open in exhaustion, and her hair was matted on her forehead and
lay in tangles under her face turned to one side.

He directed a final triumphant grin at her. She had been really fucked
and they both knew it. Weakly she raised herself from the bed to dress
and follow him to get the American girl she had paid so dearly for. It
seemed to her that he had hardly gone out the door when she heard his
footsteps returning at a fast running pace.

Hurriedly she slipped her dress down over her head, wondering what had
gone wrong.

Chapter 4

Nisli Bey was a dark-haired, dark-eyed man in his late thirties. He had
been wealthy for most of his adult life, having made his money in all
kinds of illegal endeavors, and he liked to live well. This showed in
his elegant tailor-made clothes and in the slight paunch that was
beginning to betray his liking for good food. One of his prime
enjoyments in life was to find new innocent girls, preferably blondes
from other countries, and to gradually lead them into a life of
degradation and humiliation.

His usual way was to get his hands on them first and use their bodies
in any way that appealed to him, before finally auctioning them off to
the highest bidder. There were plenty of men with money to enable Nisli
to live well on what he earned from this alone. But the money was not
the main thing. The principal joy was the humiliation itself.

When he had received the late phone call from Osman at the motel, he
had ordered his car to be brought around. Osman sometimes made mistakes
in choosing girls for him, but not often. Now as Nisli sat in the black
limousine on his way to the motel to view his prospective victim, he
smiled to himself in anticipation. The reflecting headlights of passing
cars caused the gold teeth in his mouth to flash when he grinned. It
made his face seem much more sinister than it usually did, and the evil
glint in his eyes as he thought about the new girl gave him an even
more depraved look.

He lit up an aromatic oval cigarette, the brand specially made for him,
and contentedly sucked in its rich smoke as he sat comfortably back in
the seat. In his hand was a glass of milky white Turkish raki, and he
sipped occasionally at the licorice-like drink, absentmindedly
listening to the record he had put on the phonograph in the back of the
driver’s seat. He luxuriated in all these expensive toys, feeling warm
and complacent in the knowledge that he was on his way to purchase
still another one-this one of flesh and blood, his favorite now that
the other pleasure of life had begun to bore him a little.

He saw the entrance to the motel ahead, and leaned forward as the
driver turned in. He saw the car parked outside the office and, without
a moment’s hesitation, he spoke into the microphone connecting him to
the driver.

“Stop the car, Mahmet,” he ordered in a cold voice. “And turn out the
lights.”

Silently Nisli opened the car door and stepped onto the gravel
driveway, standing up and heading immediately for the grass beyond. His
highly polished black leather shoes glistened in the moonlight,
betraying no sound as he made his way carefully toward the parked car
ahead. Suddenly he stepped into the shadow of the nearby shrubbery. A
man came out of the office and got into the car. He looked as if he
were waiting for someone, lighting a cigarette and taking a few puffs
before hanging his hand out the window in a relaxed way.

Nisli approached the car from the side and waited at a distance of a
few yards to make sure his first impression was correct. Then the man
turned his head to the side so that the light from the office shone
directly on it, and Nisli knew. He cursed under his breath.

It was Madame Afet’s driver!

That meant that Osman had called her about this girl too. Nisli was
very sensitive about this kind of thing. First of all, he never
admitted to anyone, not even Madame Afet, that he was in the white
slave trade, and second, he never liked to be forced to compete with
anyone else for a prospective girl. And Madame Afet was one of the most
notorious operators of all the Istanbul houses of prostitution. She
would only too gladly spread the word if she knew that he had been
dealing with this low-life Osman.

Nisli hesitated a moment in the dark, and then on sudden impulse, he
darted unseen across the driveway and made his way toward cabin number
fourteen. At least he could observe what this pig Osman had thought
worthy of his attention.

As he passed the cabin adjacent to number fourteen, he heard
unmistakable sounds coming through the closed windows. He smiled grimly
to himself, knowing what it meant. Osman had driven a hard bargain for
the girl, and must have forced Afet to screw him first. The fact that
Afet was actually going through with it meant that she too thought the
American worth so heavy a price.

His interest now was even keener than before. He slipped into the
observation storeroom, put his eye to the peephole, and nearly gasped
out loud.

The American girl was truly a goddess!

He could tell that she had been drugged by the manner in which the
blonde young innocent was desperately trying to satisfy herself as her
fingers massaged her clitoris and slipped wetly in and out of her
openly exposed cunt. Nisli licked his lips at the sight of the long
tapering legs, rounded white ass-cheeks, firm pink-tipped breasts. He
strained to make out the girl’s face, but though the outline was
promising, he couldn’t quite see her individual features.

As he watched her body thrashing and writhing on the bed as though
being fucked by an invisible man mounted over her bucking torso, he
felt his cock jerk inside his shorts, the beginning of an erection
already making his balls ache with lust.

He had made up his mind. If this girl’s face matched the rest of her,
he had to have her. And there was only one way to find out, risky as it
was. He closed the peephole and went out of the observation room toward
the door into the cabin.

Luckily, he thought, the key is here. Making as little noise as
possible, he let himself in and edged his way carefully toward the bed.

Inside the room, the moaning noises the drugged young bride was making
filled the air as she strained in her semi-conscious state to satisfy
the craving heat of her wide-splayed loins. The sense of desperate
longing in her voice made Nisli’s cock lurch heavily and thicken into a
protruding bulge in his pants. He leaned over her thrashing form on the
bed and looked down into her lust-contorted face.

Her eyes were tightly closed and her lips compressed into a narrow
smile of sensuality, but he could tell that she was the most beautiful
young woman he had seen for a long time. By now his expanded cock was
throbbing painfully from the sight of the lewdly masturbating young
blonde, and he unzipped his fly and squeezed its heavy pulsating length
in his hand. This somewhat eased the aching, but he knew that there was
only one way to rid himself of the bloated feeling building in his
swollen testicles. He pushed the waistband of his shorts down inside
his pants allowing his blood-distended cock to stand out in front of
him, protruding over the naked girl on the bed below.

Slowly and experimentally he stroked the loose outer skin up and down
over the blunt tip-end, considering whether or not to cum that way on
the heaving white breasts of the young woman so wantonly lost in the
throes of passion beneath him.

Then he kneeled on the bed beside her, running his free hand reverently
over her firmly ripe breasts, her flat white belly, her tautly molded
thighs-all over her unprotected nakedness-his gentle caresses bringing
forth small animal mewls of pleasure from between the lovely blonde’s
clenched teeth. His passion increased as he watched the contrast of his
fully clothed arm moving over the creamy-white smoothness of her body,
bringing a gasping, quivering response from deep inside her chest.

He watched her open her eyes, their blueness shadowed by the dim smoky
veil of passion that was coursing through her veins as she looked up at
him dazedly.

Somewhere back in the distant ages since she had felt her husband
Robert’s hotly moist mouth slaving at her undulating loins, Penny had
drifted into a strange unknown world of sudden deep, soft pleasure of
the flesh. Now all conscious thought of why she was here or who it was
bending over her flaming body was lost to her mind, for it no longer
mattered. She felt the tiny licking fires running all through her,
between the softness of her inner thighs, out the tips of her now
throbbing pebble-hard nipples, and down again to the burning core of
her vagina where it roared in white hot heat like the interior of a
furnace.

“Oh God,” the drugged young wife whispered softly, unaware of what she
was saying. “Oh God, you make me so hot, honey.”

Unable to resist, Nisli pressed his wetly searching lips down over hers
and immediately felt the hard probing pressure of her tongue spearing
up into his mouth in her unconscious quest for a warmer, wetter contact
with the devil-like thing that had been so deliciously torturing her
body before.

The dark-eyed slave dealer’s hands continued exploring her body. When
he pressed them up between her thighs, she did not jerk away as he had
thought she might, but voluntarily opened them wider, admitting him to
the very core of her being where he could feel the warm moist center of
her loins flexing in passionate answer to his probing touch.

“Aaaah, aaah,” she was sighing continuously up into his lips, her
tongue pushed up against his, circling deep around inside as though
searching desperately for another entrance to a deeper part of his
mouth.

Penny was ecstatic that her bridegroom had relented from his anger with
her and had returned to placate the craving she felt gnawing at her
belly like an insatiable voracious animal. She couldn’t wait much
longer for him to come to her and quench her unending thirst.

Her passion spurred Nisli on even though, knowing Afet and Osman to be
somewhere nearby, he normally would have left the premises immediately
if only to preserve his cherished image of self control. Amazed
disbelief buzzed in his brain that this could be happening. He had seen
many young innocent women, even virgins, brought to this peak of
uncontrollable sensuality, but he had never stepped into a room and
found such an incredible beauty writhing and twisting in lewd abandon
as though she were just waiting for someone to crawl between her legs
and fuck up into her. This was too much for him to ignore.

Unable to stand it another minute, he moved over her, his fully clothed
body covering her warm soft form like a protective blanket. He could
feel her shuddering helplessly out of control under him and, grasping
her unresisting thighs in his fingers, he drew them up until the whole
of her wetly throbbing vaginal slit was presented up to him in welcome
sacrifice. He held them there a long tortured moment, then finally
reached down to implant himself in the widespread opening.

The lust-possessed young bride lay groaning in tiny unintelligible
gasps that hissed out from between her gnashing teeth like quick puffs
of steam from a laboring locomotive. Her body ached and she was vaguely
aware of a heavy dark form hovering over her as her legs and loins
waited, quivering and wet, hungering to be filled.

Nisli let his breath out slowly as he felt her hand burrowing down
without hesitation between their bodies until her warm fingers closed
greedily around his rigid cock-flesh. He felt her thumb and forefinger
tighten around the head of his pulsating penis, slowly but firmly
shoving his own hand away. He gasped and his lips bared back off his
teeth as her hand gently pressed the moist sensitive tip of his cock
into the fleshy wet furrow of her hotly palpitating pussy. He could
feel the soft blonde pubic hair grazing gently against his tingling
cock-shaft as it hung poised for entry between the excitedly throbbing
cuntal lips.

The broad rubbery tip resting at the narrow opening to her cunt
increased Penny’s overwhelming hunger until she thought she would
burst. It had seemed so long, so long that she had waited for this, and
now she was about to have it.

He paused another long moment enjoying the warm moistness of her pussy
quivering in desperate anticipation around his eagerly pulsing penis-
tip and then-with one long smooth stroke-he drove it into her all the
way up to her womb. There was not the slightest resistance now after
the long desire-crazed build-up she had gone through, but he could feel
that she was narrow and almost virginal, the smooth wet walls of her
cunt clamping around his cock so snugly and firmly it almost drove him
out of his mind.

“Oooohhhhh,” the ecstatic blonde moaned in a fluttering voice as she
felt her entire insides open to receive him deep up in her belly. She
began groaning and murmuring incoherently as he fucked viciously into
her, gritting his teeth at the excruciating hotness of her voraciously
clasping vaginal passage. Her body followed his, matching his strokes
with wild abandoned jerks beneath him.

“Ooooh, God. Ooooh God, so good, so gooood!” she groaned again and
again, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling his body
closer to hers until the buttons of his vest dug into the swelling
whiteness of her firmly resilient breasts.

He plunged his long thick cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the
warm soft cavern of her cunt, feeling the whole of her belly flowering
open before his relentlessly pummeling onslaught as though she had
waited for him all her life. Her entire body bucked and twisted as she
moaned again and again, her face contorted in ecstatic passion below
him. Her mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in the untamed
animal desire that had taken hold of her body. Her forehead was covered
with a light mist of perspiration that glistened and soaked her
disheveled long blonde hair. There was nothing that could stop her wild
race for fulfillment now and Nisli fucked like a madman to bring to the
peak of soaring climax.

“Ohhh God, yes, yesss,” she cried up into the room as he slithered his
wriggling sinewy hands up under the wildly pumping cheeks of her
buttocks, cupping them tightly to raise them up off the bed for greater
access to her open and pleading loins.

The lust-inspired Turk squirmed down into her from that position with
all the strength of his hips and thighs and could feel the smooth raw
flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heart-beat all around
his hot, nearly-bursting cock. He fucked into her with a power summoned
all the way from the tips of his toes, ramming the last thundering inch
of his thick rod up into her churning belly, bringing new ecstatic
moans from her lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a
wounded deer. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now,
gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing up into the semi-darkness as they burned
lustfully with a wild unsatiated desire.

He pulled his head back so that he could watch her contorted features.
He didn’t want to miss the facial expressions of sudden and humiliating
total surrender, the abandoning of this young woman’s whole being to
the sensations of lewd sensuality. Her lips bared back over her teeth,
with greater and more desperate sounds chanting savoringly from deep in
her throat.

Her arms, which had been wrapped tightly around his neck, slithered
down now over his back, and her hands dug demoniacally into his
muscular thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open
unprotected loins, tearing at the material of his trousers with her
nails as though she wanted to rip them off and fling them away. The
zipper of his pants caught and pinched at the tender skin of her
upturned pussy and she jerked wildly under him from the pain, then
caught up the rhythm again and surged once more into the race for
completion. Wet sluicing noises resounded through the room with each
cruel driving lunge he made into her, blending with the soul-shattering
groans coming from her throat.

Penny felt his hands run from the smooth hollowing cheeks of her
buttocks down to her inner thighs and between them to the moisture
soaked pubic hair surrounding her cunt. He rubbed his fingers into the
soft fleshy flanges which clung and throbbed around his plunging cock-
shaft like a rubbery wet mouth, and the maddening sensations it caused
to quiver through her bucking thrashing body drove her closer to the
brink of madness. Her body was slippery from the sweat of her
invitingly untamed gyrations, and her head flailed uncontrollably back
and forth on the mattress, her long blonde hair lashing and whipping
like a cat-o-nine-tails. She opened her mouth gasping for breath in her
wanton passionate abandon. She had become something crazed and inhuman,
twisting and jerking, spreading her legs wide apart and wriggling them
against his down-pressing shoulders, urging him on.

“Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me,” she begged in words she had
never used before, grunting as if she were slaving with her body to
punish his endlessly pumping loins. She was on the very verge of her
orgasm, and she swung her feet straight up at the ceiling behind his
head, her toes curling into tight little balls as she strained toward
the final release that had been building in her for so long. Her ass-
cheeks were undulating and waving uncontrollably from side to side
under him as she spiraled her cunt wantonly up and down on his moistly
plunging cock.

“I’m cumming!” the drugged young blonde suddenly squealed as if in
surprise. “I’M CUMMMMMING!” With a high-pitched gasp of intense passion
she locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back.
Her body arched up at his and her arms snaked tightly around his neck,
her mouth pressing smotheringly over his lips to suck and lick at them
in devouring hunger.

Suddenly she was locking her whole body against his like a leech, not
moving but quivering and quaking against him in a pulsating hula rhythm
as she spewed her cum-fluids out around his still hard-driving cock and
down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nisli repeated over and over again, into her hot
moist mouth, picking up the lewd words he had heard spouting from her
lips and using them to spur her on. He felt the warm juices seeping
around his teasing fingers on her cuntal lips, and he suddenly darted
out with his moisture-soaked middle finger, thrusting it without
warning into the tiny puckered ring of her anus. She moaned up at him,
bucking painfully from the sudden unexpected entry, at the same moment
as he felt a slow aching pressure soaring deep within his heavy balls.
Gripping the cheeks of her insanely rotating buttocks hard with his
outspread fingers, he squeezed the firmly molded flesh tight around his
finger extended deep up into her anus, feeling her cringe and vainly
attempt to jerk away from the invading pressure in her rectum.

Then, suddenly, as though great tidal waves of heat were surging
through his veins, he felt himself cumming and increased the tempo of
his fucking strokes to a machine-gun pace, grinding with each thrust as
far up into her open and yielding cunt as he could go, bringing groans
of post-climactic passion from her lust-wracked chest. He moaned like a
death-rattle into the wet cavern of her mouth, felt the bursting in his
loins, heard her whimpering cry and the tightening of her arms around
his neck, and then, with a deep mind-shaking gasp that went on and on
into her mouth, he exploded hotly inside her, shooting his thickly
spewing sperm in endless streams up into her receptive cunt. He felt it
spurting again and again, each pulsing gush wracking his whole body as
if it would tear it apart, the hot cum ricocheting inside her clasping
vagina filling her belly and mingling lewdly with her own flooding
juices around his ejaculating cock.

They lay still then, their tightly embracing bodies locked together,
throbbing and quivering like animals huddled tightly in a ball after a
furious mating in the untamed wilds. After what seemed an eternity, the
drug-controlled blonde suddenly collapsed away from him down onto the
mattress, her arms and legs flung limply out to the sides.

Her hungering need had at last been fed, and she fell into the deep
exhausted sleep of contentment that follows the satiation of all bodily
needs.

Nisli felt his depleted penis slip wetly out of her relaxed moist cunt,
and reluctantly lifted himself away from her spread-eagled young body.
He would have liked to have brought her to life again and taken a great
deal more pleasure from her obviously newly awakened passion, but he
knew that he had to make his move fast. He had already stayed longer
than he had intended to, but luckily Osman and Afet had not finished
what they were doing. Moving with quick, cat-like speed, he left Penny
alone and went to his car. He told his driver Mahmet to go back, wrap
her up in the bedspread and carry her to the limousine.

There will be plenty of time to enjoy her at my mansion in Istanbul, he
smiled to himself. And there I can dally with her at my leisure without
any danger of being surprised in the act. He looked forward to teaching
her all the things he would want her to do, and he congratulated
himself for getting such a prize without paying one kurush for her.

*  *  *

Robert ran from the hotel into the noisy streets of Istanbul, cursing
himself under