"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.