Nisli Bey was a dark-haired, dark-eyed man in his late thirties. He had been wealthy for most of his adult life, having made his money in all kinds of illegal endeavors, and he liked to live well. This showed in his elegant tailor-made clothes and in the slight paunch that was beginning to betray his liking for good food. One of his prime enjoyments in life was to find new innocent girls, preferably blondes from other countries, and to gradually lead them into a life of degradation and humiliation.
His usual way was to get his hands on them first and use their bodies in any way that appealed to him, before finally auctioning them off to the highest bidder. There were plenty of men with money to enable Nisli to live well on what he earned from this alone. But the money was not the main thing. The principal joy was the humiliation itself.
When he had received the late phone call from Osman at the motel, he had ordered his car to be brought around. Osman sometimes made mistakes in choosing girls for him, but not often. Now as Nisli sat in the black limousine on his way to the motel to view his prospective victim, he smiled to himself in anticipation. The reflecting headlights of passing cars caused the gold teeth in his mouth to flash when he grinned. It made his face seem much more sinister than it usually did, and the evil glint in his eyes as he thought about the new girl gave him an even more depraved look.
He lit up an aromatic oval cigarette, the brand specially made for him, and contentedly sucked in its rich smoke as he sat comfortably back in the seat. In his hand was a glass of milky white Turkish raki, and he sipped occasionally at the licorice-like drink, absentmindedly listening to the record he had put on the phonograph in the back of the driver's seat. He luxuriated in all these expensive toys, feeling warm and complacent in the knowledge that he was on his way to purchase still another one – this one of flesh and blood, his favorite now that the other pleasure of life had begun to bore him a little.
He saw the entrance to the motel ahead, and leaned forward as the driver turned in. He saw the car parked outside the office and, without a moment's hesitation, he spoke into the microphone connecting him to the driver.
"Stop the car, Mahmet," he ordered in a cold voice. "And turn out the lights."
Silently Nisli opened the car door and stepped onto the gravel driveway, standing up and heading immediately for the grass beyond. His highly polished black leather shoes glistened in the moonlight, betraying no sound as he made his way carefully toward the parked car ahead. Suddenly he stepped into the shadow of the nearby shrubbery. A man came out of the office and got into the car. He looked as if he were waiting for someone, lighting a cigarette and taking a few puffs before hanging his hand out the window in a relaxed way.
Nisli approached the car from the side and waited at a distance of a few yards to make sure his first impression was correct. Then the man turned his head to the side so that the light from the office shone directly on it, and Nisli knew. He cursed under his breath.
It was Madame Afet's driver!
That meant that Osman had called her about this girl too. Nisli was very sensitive about this kind of thing. First of all, he never admitted to anyone, not even Madame Afet, that he was in the white slave trade, and second, he never liked to be forced to compete with anyone else for a prospective girl. And Madame Afet was one of the most notorious operators of all the Istanbul houses of prostitution. She would only too gladly spread the word if she knew that he had been dealing with this low-life Osman.
Nisli hesitated a moment in the dark, and then on sudden impulse, he darted unseen across the driveway and made his way toward cabin number fourteen. At least he could observe what this pig Osman had thought worthy of his attention.
As he passed the cabin adjacent to number fourteen, he heard unmistakable sounds coming through the closed windows. He smiled grimly to himself, knowing what it meant. Osman had driven a hard bargain for the girl, and must have forced Afet to screw him first. The fact that Afet was actually going through with it meant that she too thought the American worth so heavy a price.
His interest now was even keener than before. He slipped into the observation storeroom, put his eye to the peephole, and nearly gasped out loud.
The American girl was truly a Goddess!
He could tell that she had been drugged by the manner in which the blonde young innocent was desperately trying to satisfy herself as her fingers massaged her clitoris and slipped wetly in and out of her openly exposed cunt. Nisli licked his lips at the sight of the long tapering legs, rounded white ass-cheeks, firm pink-tipped breasts. He strained to make out the girl's face, but though the outline was promising, he couldn't quite see her individual features.
As he watched her body thrashing and writhing on the bed as though being fucked by an invisible man mounted over her bucking torso, he felt his cock jerk inside his shorts, the beginning of an erection already making his balls ache with lust.
He had made up his mind. If this girl's face matched the rest of her, he had to have her. And there was only one way to find out, risky as it was. He closed the peephole and went out of the observation room toward the door into the cabin.
Luckily, he thought, the key is here. Making as little noise as possible, he let himself in and edged his way carefully toward the bed.
Inside the room, the moaning noises the drugged young bride was making filled the air as she strained in her semi-conscious state to satisfy the craving heat of her wide-splayed loins. The sense of desperate longing in her voice made Nisli's cock lurch heavily and thicken into a protruding bulge in his pants. He leaned over her thrashing form on the bed and looked down into her lust-contorted face.
Her eyes were tightly closed and her lips compressed into a narrow smile of sensuality, but he could tell that she was the most beautiful young woman he had seen for a long time. By now his expanded cock was throbbing painfully from the sight of the lewdly masturbating young blonde, and he unzipped his fly and squeezed its heavy pulsating length in his hand. This somewhat eased the aching, but he knew that there was only one way to rid himself of the bloated feeling building in his swollen testicles. He pushed the waistband of his shorts down inside his pants allowing his blood-distended cock to stand out in front of him, protruding over the naked girl on the bed below.
Slowly and experimentally he stroked the loose outer skin up and down over the blunt tip-end, considering whether or not to cum that way on the heaving white breasts of the young woman so wantonly lost in the throes of passion beneath him.
Then he kneeled on the bed beside her, running his free hand reverently over her firmly ripe breasts, her flat white belly, her tautly molded thighs – all over her unprotected nakedness – his gentle caresses bringing forth small animal mewls of pleasure from between the lovely blonde's clenched teeth. His passion increased as he watched the contrast of his fully clothed arm moving over the creamy-white smoothness of her body, bringing a gasping, quivering response from deep inside her chest.
He watched her open her eyes, their blueness shadowed by the dim smoky veil of passion that was coursing through her veins as she looked up at him dazedly.
Somewhere back in the distant ages since she had felt her husband Robert's hotly moist mouth slaving at her undulating loins, Penny had drifted into a strange unknown world of sudden deep, soft pleasure of the flesh. Now all conscious thought of why she was here or who it was bending over her flaming body was lost to her mind, for it no longer mattered. She felt the tiny licking fires running all through her, between the softness of her inner thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing pebble-hard nipples, and down again to the burning core of her vagina where it roared in white hot heat like the interior of a furnace.
"Oh God," the drugged young wife whispered softly, unaware of what she was saying. "Oh God, you make me so hot, honey."
Unable to resist, Nisli pressed his wetly searching lips down over hers and immediately felt the hard probing pressure of her tongue spearing up into his mouth in her unconscious quest for a warmer, wetter contact with the devil-like thing that had been so deliciously torturing her body before.
The dark-eyed slave dealer's hands continued exploring her body. When he pressed them up between her thighs, she did not jerk away as he had thought she might, but voluntarily opened them wider, admitting him to the very core of her being where he could feel the warm moist center of her loins flexing in passionate answer to his probing touch.
"Aaaah, aaah," she was sighing continuously up into his lips, her tongue pushed up against his, circling deep around inside as though searching desperately for another entrance to a deeper part of his mouth.
Penny was ecstatic that her bridegroom had relented from his anger with her and had returned to placate the craving she felt gnawing at her belly like an insatiable voracious animal. She couldn't wait much longer for him to come to her and quench her unending thirst.
Her passion spurred Nisli on even though, knowing Afet and Osman to be somewhere nearby, he normally would have left the premises immediately if only to preserve his cherished image of self control. Amazed disbelief buzzed in his brain that this could be happening. He had seen many young innocent women, even virgins, brought to this peak of uncontrollable sensuality, but he had never stepped into a room and found such an incredible beauty writhing and twisting in lewd abandon as though she were just waiting for someone to crawl between her legs and fuck up into her. This was too much for him to ignore.
Unable to stand it another minute, he moved over her, his fully clothed body covering her warm soft form like a protective blanket. He could feel her shuddering helplessly out of control under him and, grasping her unresisting thighs in his fingers, he drew them up until the whole of her wetly throbbing vaginal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice. He held them there a long tortured moment, then finally reached down to implant himself in the widespread opening.
The lust-possessed young bride lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that hissed out from between her gnashing teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive. Her body ached and she was vaguely aware of a heavy dark form hovering over her as her legs and loins waited, quivering and wet, hungering to be filled.
Nisli let his breath out slowly as he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation between their bodies until her warm fingers closed greedily around his rigid cock-flesh. He felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his pulsating penis, slowly but firmly shoving his own hand away. He gasped and his lips bared back off his teeth as her hand gently pressed the moist sensitive tip of his cock into the fleshy wet furrow of her hotly palpitating pussy. He could feel the soft blonde pubic hair grazing gently against his tingling cock-shaft as it hung poised for entry between the excitedly throbbing cuntal lips.
The broad rubbery tip resting at the narrow opening to her cunt increased Penny's overwhelming hunger until she thought she would burst. It had seemed so long, so long that she had waited for this, and now she was about to have it.
He paused another long moment enjoying the warm moistness of her pussy quivering in desperate anticipation around his eagerly pulsing penis-tip and then – with one long smooth stroke – he drove it into her all the way up to her womb. There was not the slightest resistance now after the long desire-crazed build-up she had gone through, but he could feel that she was narrow and almost virginal, the smooth wet walls of her cunt clamping around his cock so snugly and firmly it almost drove him out of his mind.
"Oooohhhhh," the ecstatic blonde moaned in a fluttering voice as she felt her entire insides open to receive him deep up in her belly. She began groaning and murmuring incoherently as he fucked viciously into her, gritting his teeth at the excruciating hotness of her voraciously clasping vaginal passage. Her body followed his, matching his strokes with wild abandoned jerks beneath him.
"Ooooh, God. Ooooh God, so good, so gooood!" she groaned again and again, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling his body closer to hers until the buttons of his vest dug into the swelling whiteness of her firmly resilient breasts.
He plunged his long thick cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft cavern of her cunt, feeling the whole of her belly flowering open before his relentlessly pummeling onslaught as though she had waited for him all her life. Her entire body bucked and twisted as she moaned again and again, her face contorted in ecstatic passion below him. Her mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in the untamed animal desire that had taken hold of her body. Her forehead was covered with a light mist of perspiration that glistened and soaked her disheveled long blonde hair. There was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment now and Nisli fucked like a madman to bring to the peak of soaring climax.
"Ohhh God, yes, yesss," she cried up into the room as he slithered his wriggling sinewy hands up under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks, cupping them tightly to raise them up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading loins.
The lust-inspired Turk squirmed down into her from that position with all the strength of his hips and thighs and could feel the smooth raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heart-beat all around his hot, nearly-bursting cock. He fucked into her with a power summoned all the way from the tips of his toes, ramming the last thundering inch of his thick rod up into her churning belly, bringing new ecstatic moans from her lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded deer. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing up into the semi-darkness as they burned lustfully with a wild unsatiated desire.
He pulled his head back so that he could watch her contorted features. He didn't want to miss the facial expressions of sudden and humiliating total surrender, the abandoning of this young woman's whole being to the sensations of lewd sensuality. Her lips bared back over her teeth, with greater and more desperate sounds chanting savoringly from deep in her throat.
Her arms, which had been wrapped tightly around his neck, slithered down now over his back, and her hands dug demoniacally into his muscular thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open unprotected loins, tearing at the material of his trousers with her nails as though she wanted to rip them off and fling them away. The zipper of his pants caught and pinched at the tender skin of her upturned pussy and she jerked wildly under him from the pain, then caught up the rhythm again and surged once more into the race for completion. Wet sluicing noises resounded through the room with each cruel driving lunge he made into her, blending with the soul-shattering groans coming from her throat.
Penny felt his hands run from the smooth hollowing cheeks of her buttocks down to her inner thighs and between them to the moisture soaked pubic hair surrounding her cunt. He rubbed his fingers into the soft fleshy flanges which clung and throbbed around his plunging cock-shaft like a rubbery wet mouth, and the maddening sensations it caused to quiver through her bucking thrashing body drove her closer to the brink of madness. Her body was slippery from the sweat of her invitingly untamed gyrations, and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the mattress, her long blonde hair lashing and whipping like a cat-o-nine-tails. She opened her mouth gasping for breath in her wanton passionate abandon. She had become something crazed and inhuman, twisting and jerking, spreading her legs wide apart and wriggling them against his down-pressing shoulders, urging him on.
"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged in words she had never used before, grunting as if she were slaving with her body to punish his endlessly pumping loins. She was on the very verge of her orgasm, and she swung her feet straight up at the ceiling behind his head, her toes curling into tight little balls as she strained toward the final release that had been building in her for so long. Her ass-cheeks were undulating and waving uncontrollably from side to side under him as she spiraled her cunt wantonly up and down on his moistly plunging cock.
"I'm cumming!" the drugged young blonde suddenly squealed as if in surprise. "I'M CUMMMMMING!" With a high-pitched gasp of intense passion she locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. Her body arched up at his and her arms snaked tightly around his neck, her mouth pressing smotheringly over his lips to suck and lick at them in devouring hunger.
Suddenly she was locking her whole body against his like a leech, not moving but quivering and quaking against him in a pulsating hula rhythm as she spewed her cum-fluids out around his still hard-driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Nisli repeated over and over again, into her hot moist mouth, picking up the lewd words he had heard spouting from her lips and using them to spur her on. He felt the warm juices seeping around his teasing fingers on her cuntal lips, and he suddenly darted out with his moisture-soaked middle finger, thrusting it without warning into the tiny puckered ring of her anus. She moaned up at him, bucking painfully from the sudden unexpected entry, at the same moment as he felt a slow aching pressure soaring deep within his heavy balls. Gripping the cheeks of her insanely rotating buttocks hard with his outspread fingers, he squeezed the firmly molded flesh tight around his finger extended deep up into her anus, feeling her cringe and vainly attempt to jerk away from the invading pressure in her rectum.
Then, suddenly, as though great tidal waves of heat were surging through his veins, he felt himself cumming and increased the tempo of his fucking strokes to a machine-gun pace, grinding with each thrust as far up into her open and yielding cunt as he could go, bringing groans of post-climactic passion from her lust-wracked chest. He moaned like a death-rattle into the wet cavern of her mouth, felt the bursting in his loins, heard her whimpering cry and the tightening of her arms around his neck, and then, with a deep mind-shaking gasp that went on and on into her mouth, he exploded hotly inside her, shooting his thickly spewing sperm in endless streams up into her receptive cunt. He felt it spurting again and again, each pulsing gush wracking his whole body as if it would tear it apart, the hot cum ricocheting inside her clasping vagina filling her belly and mingling lewdly with her own flooding juices around his ejaculating cock.
They lay still then, their tightly embracing bodies locked together, throbbing and quivering like animals huddled tightly in a ball after a furious mating in the untamed wilds. After what seemed an eternity, the drug-controlled blonde suddenly collapsed away from him down onto the mattress, her arms and legs flung limply out to the sides.
Her hungering need had at last been fed, and she fell into the deep exhausted sleep of contentment that follows the satiation of all bodily needs.
Nisli felt his depleted penis slip wetly out of her relaxed moist cunt, and reluctantly lifted himself away from her spread-eagled young body. He would have liked to have brought her to life again and taken a great deal more pleasure from her obviously newly awakened passion, but he knew that he had to make his move fast. He had already stayed longer than he had intended to, but luckily Osman and Afet had not finished what they were doing. Moving with quick, cat-like speed, he left Penny alone and went to his car. He told his driver Mahmet to go back, wrap her up in the bedspread and carry her to the limousine.
There will be plenty of time to enjoy her at my mansion in Istanbul, he smiled to himself. And there I can dally with her at my leisure without any danger of being surprised in the act. He looked forward to teaching her all the things he would want her to do, and he congratulated himself for getting such a prize without paying one kurush for her.
Robert ran from the hotel into the noisy streets of Istanbul, cursing himself under his breath for his senseless inconsiderate treatment of his young bride earlier in the evening. He had been needlessly brutal and unfeeling toward her, and now she had run away from him in this foreign, sinister-looking place. If he had it to do over again, it would have been different, he told himself, but now it was too late.
He had returned to the hotel to find her gone, and after questioning the night porter and bribing him well, Robert had finally learned that Penny had taken a taxi. The porter said he had overheard her telling the driver to take her to a motel on the Dardanelles out in the country, and Robert was determined to follow her there and plead with her to give him another chance.
He was sure that she loved him, and if only he could find her she would let him try to make up for his mistake.
It seemed to take forever for the ferry to get them to the other side of the water that divided the huge city into two parts, but they were finally speeding through the night along the rough roads toward his abused runaway bride. They passed very few cars as they wound into the country, but once they nearly crashed head-on into a long black limousine at a dangerously narrow curve. He caught a brief glimpse of the well-dressed man sitting in the back seat calmly smoking and stroking the head of a woman sleeping against his shoulder. Robert shouted incoherently at him, shaking his fist in anger at the careless way the man let his chauffeur drive. But the face only smiled insolently at him as the limousine sped on toward Istanbul.
Robert's driver had indicated that it would take at least an hour to get to the motel once they were free of the city traffic, and he settled back nervously into the seat, smoking one cigarette after another.
At first Osman found it hard to believe that the American girl was not in the cabin where he had left her. Then he spotted the half-smoked oval cigarette Nisli had inadvertently left in the gravel outside the door, and he knew what had happened. He decided that Nisli must have seen Afet's car waiting outside the office, and angry that the double-dealing Osman was trying to get away with something, had kidnapped the girl while Osman was screwing Afet. He wondered if Nisli would ever pay for the young beauty.
When he told Madame Afet that the girl was missing, she became furious at her blackmailing lover, suspecting that he had planned the whole thing. After having his way with her, she thought, he had gone ahead and permitted the wealthier Nisli to take the young woman away to Istanbul.
It wasn't true, but there was no way to prove it to Madame Afet, and she left saying that he would have to find someone else to deal with in the future. She then slapped his face, promising to get even with him in some way, and left the motel in a fury.
Osman was alone in the office fuming over his misfortune when the American's husband, Robert Hale, had come in demanding to be told where his wife was. Osman was taken aback, not knowing for certain until now whether the young woman's husband was, in fact, in the country. After trying to stall by saying that he had never heard of any such woman, he realized that the man was the type who might contact the police. It was then that Osman decided that he had probably already lost any chance of future dealings with Nisli Bey, so he abruptly determined to tell this Robert Hale where he could find his wife.
Hinting that she had come with another man and spent some time with him in one of the cabins, he told Robert that his wife had found the motel too isolated and lonely and had decided to go back to Istanbul, where she intended to check in at the Palas Hotel. Osman knew that the old wing of the hotel was now Nisli's private mansion, and he had no doubt that that was where the girl was to be found. It gave him at least a small sense of satisfaction to know that he would be causing some difficulty for Nisli who had robbed him of his deserved money, not to mention the pleasure of fucking the young wife before she was taken away.
It was only after Robert had left to return to Istanbul, promising trouble if he didn't find his wife where Osman had told him she would be, that the vengeful Turk remembered that he had the girl's passport still hidden in his blazer pocket. He ripped its pages into tiny shreds and burned it in a wastebasket, destroying all traces by crumbling the charred ashes between his fingers. Now let them prove she was ever in one of these rooms, he snorted to himself.
To be doubly sure, he went to number fourteen and cleared away all indications that anyone had been there that night. He looked with regret at the bed where he had been on the point of screwing the drugged young bride only a short time before, and then he locked the cabin and went back to the office. He still had time for a quick nap before the morning crew came on duty, and he needed it after the wild scene with Madame Afet.
At least the evening hadn't been a total failure, he grinned obscenely to himself. He kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the couch inside the office, and within a few minutes he was sound asleep and snoring.