The Palas Hotel was located in one of the older sections of Istanbul with narrow, cobbled streets. Robert Hale watched the seedy neighborhood his taxi was entering with some anxiety, noticing the dark, surly men skulking in the doorways opening right onto the streets and the painted women who were obviously prostitutes. Finally the car stopped outside the entrance to a surprisingly modern looking hotel and the driver asked to be paid.
After a brief argument which ended with Robert paying almost double what he thought he should have, he got out and ascended the broad steps. He brushed away the five dwarfs in red circus-like costumes who scrambled down to meet him. He had not brought any baggage, leaving his belongings in the hotel he had checked into so many hours ago with his bride Penny.
At the desk he demanded to see the manager and someone who could speak English. He was exasperated with all the difficulties he had been encountering, and he was so tired that his patience with these people was wearing thin. The man at the desk pretended not to understand a word he was saying, and Robert began to shout and bang his fist on the reception desk. He was almost sure Penny was in the building after what that sneaky looking little Turk at the motel had told him, and he would find her if he had to search every room himself.
Robert had not noticed he was being watched. The pretty dark-haired girl standing in a corner of the room glanced at a photograph she held in her hand until she was finally satisfied that the man shouting at the hotel clerk was the same as the one in the wedding photograph.
Nisli had taken it from the handbag where Penny had put it after her mother had handed her the Polaroid snapshot outside the church. It showed her and Robert in their wedding costumes, smiling at each other on the steps under a shower of confetti and rice. The picture had been definite proof that the girl was married, and Nisli was sure that her husband would be desperately searching for her. The experienced slave-dealer had no illusions about Osman's ability to figure out what had happened to this blonde American, and he had posted the girl Feyadin in the hotel lobby to watch for Robert.
The desk clerk was nervously wringing his hands and Robert was threatening to call the police when Feyadin stepped across the room and touched him lightly on the elbow.
"Please, would I be able to help you, sir?" she inquired in a sweet voice. "He really doesn't understand a word you're saying. I'm afraid that few of my countrymen speak your language."
Robert turned around in surprise at the sound of the soothing feminine voice. He looked down into the softest, warmest pair of brown eyes he had ever seen. His anger caught in his throat and he changed his tone of voice.
"God, yes. Thank you very much, Miss… Miss…"
"You can call me Feyadin," she demurely answered him, gazing directly into his eyes.
"Thank you, Miss Feyadin," Robert went on, stumbling a little over the strange-sounding name. "I was telling this clerk that my wife is in this hotel, and I want to know which room she's in." He knew it sounded crazy to say that, but there was nothing he could do about it. It was the truth.
"Just a minute," she told him, reassuringly patting his arm. "I'll get the information you want. What is your wife's name?"
"Penny – Penny Hale," he stammered. "And I'm Robert Hale," he added.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Robert," she said warmly, smiling up into his eyes. Then she turned to the clerk and spoke Turkish rapidly but with a softness Robert had not heard in the language before. He watched her full sensual lips forming the words as though she were caressing each one with her mouth. While she was busy asking questions and listening to the answers the man was giving her, Robert took the opportunity to run his eyes appreciatively over the young woman's body. She wore a clinging silk mini-dress that left little of her ample physical attractions to the imagination. Her high full breasts thrust tautly out against the material of her dress, lightly rising and falling as she spoke. A tiny, almost thread-like belt tied the dress in at her narrow, wasp-like waist, accenting the outward flare of her hips and well-rounded buttocks. He followed the long tapering line of her legs below the short skirt to the enticing swell of her calves and her slim ankles. She's quite a dish, he thought to himself, forgetting for a split second his concern about Penny.
He glanced at the profile of her face again and was nonplused to see her turn to smile coquettishly at him. She had seen him running his eyes over her body, but it didn't seem to embarrass or upset her. In fact, he thought, she seemed to like it. He smiled back a little more boldly than before, thinking to himself how lucky it was that she was here when he needed help, and that she was also lovely to look at.
"He says that your wife is not a guest of this hotel," Feyadin told him softly.
"I don't believe it!" Robert nearly shouted again. "She was brought here from outside the city not more than a couple of hours ago. Tell him that I know she's here!"
Feyadin placed her hand soothingly on his arm and squeezed lightly with her fingers. "I understand how you feel, Robert. But he swears by Mahomet that she's not here – at least not under that name. Perhaps she isn't alone?" she suggested, changing her tone slightly.
"Impossible! We were just married yesterday!" he blurted out. Then suddenly he remembered the sly hint the man at the motel had made. It was just barely possible that Penny had actually been with another man – perhaps she was making a desperate attempt to get back at him for doing and saying those things earlier in the hotel – especially his declaration that he was going out to find a good lay. Suddenly he didn't know what to think any more. "I just don't understand women," he admitted.
Feyadin noticed his sudden uncertainty and leaned over closer to him, her breasts, seemingly inadvertently, brushing against his upper arm. "Let's go away from the desk and talk alone for a minute," she whispered in his ear.
They moved to the other side of the room and she planted herself firmly in front of him, looking sincerely up into his eyes. "I can see that you and your new wife must be having problems," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to say anything over there, but it seems to me that the clerk was hinting that there was a woman who might have been your wife who came in a little over an hour ago – with a Turkish man."
She watched the glowering expression that seemed to close down over his face like a dark cloud. These Americans are so easily swayed in their emotions, she thought. She was glad that he was good looking; it made her job so much more interesting.
"If it's true," Robert began in threatening tones, "just wait till I get my hands on her again!"
"You're tired and upset. Don't come to a hasty decision until you know for sure what's happened," Feyadin tried to calm him. "I have a room here. Why don't you come up and rest, and perhaps I can make some discreet inquiries among the hired help."
Robert felt his shoulders drooping from fatigue and worry, and, not knowing what else to do, he gave in to the light pull she gave his arm and followed her into the hallway. At least I won't be alone for a little while, he consoled himself. He couldn't help but think as he watched her seductively swaying hips in front of him that she seemed more interested in him than just to help find his wife. He hoped so – he would love to get his hands on her appealing young body.
She led him through complicated winding corridors until finally they entered an older part of the hotel. Eventually she stopped outside a door and fumbled for the key hanging from a thin gold chain around her neck. She unlocked the heavy oak door, and Robert followed her inside. He was amazed at the opulent luxury of what seemed to be a large private apartment.
"You like it?" Feyadin asked him, watching his face with interested amusement. It was obvious he had never seen such plushness except in movies. The floor was covered with thick Persian rugs, and all the furniture was upholstered with highly ornate Moroccan leather. The low tables were covered with objects of chased brass and gold left over from wealthier days when sultans ruled the country.
"This is what I call living in style," Robert managed to blurt out. "Are all the rooms here this luxurious?"
Feyadin laughed deep in her throat, a husky sensual sound that made his loins ache with desire. Here was a woman he could really get to like if he were given half a chance.
"No, this is my own special apartment," she answered with pride. "It used to be for a rich man's favorite mistress, but I have lived here nearly five years now."
Robert wondered how a young Turkish girl could afford such an expensive-looking place, but he didn't ask any questions. It was possible that she, too, was able to stay there only because she was the kept woman of a wealthy man, and she might be sensitive about it.
"Make yourself at home," she told him. "I'll be back in a minute." Then she disappeared into another part of the apartment and Robert amused himself by looking over the room. A large water-pipe was near the low-lying couch, and he wondered briefly what, if anything, Feyadin smoked in it. He finally decided it was probably just a decoration. He ran his fingertips over the thick animal skins scattered around on the furniture, enjoying the sensuous quality of the furs.
Before long he began to wonder what was taking her so long and sat down on one of the divans. He suddenly realized just how tired he was and leaned back to rest his eyes. For a moment he lay there letting his mind go blank, but then again he found himself wondering about his lovely young bride. He hoped that she was all right and wished vaguely that he had been able to catch up with her before this. Then he was suddenly annoyed with her again for disappearing like that, and after deciding that he had done as much as he could for now, he relaxed and dropped off into a light sleep.
In another part of the huge hotel, Penny was slowly recovering from the effects of the drugs Osman had put into her drink earlier. Nisli had turned her unconscious form over to an old woman-servant who was plying the dazed young wife with thick black coffee while she lay soaking in a sunken marble bath filled with hot water and perfumed oils. She felt completely drained and utterly exhausted. However, the groggy blonde was slowly beginning to return from the hazy dream world, where she had been lost for what seemed an eternity, back to the world of reality. The hot coffee and the warm water were helping to revive her, and now that she was regaining consciousness she was becoming more and more aware of her surroundings and beginning to wonder where she was.
The old woman held up a hammered copper coffee pot, but the confused young wife made a sign to show that she had had enough and the servant bowed and silently left the room.
Penny took the opportunity to crane her neck and look around. She was trying to figure out how she had gotten there. The last thing she remembered was getting into bed back at the motel, and after that it seemed she had been dreaming and dreaming for ages. She couldn't help but recall the previous events that had led to her running away from Robert and the hotel bridal suite, and she wondered about her husband – she felt a little sorry for him. He was probably worried sick. Well, she thought, let him worry. Tomorrow, she would return to their hotel and maybe by then Robert would have learned a lesson. She had decided the whole thing was silly. If only he would try as hard as she would, surely they could work the whole thing out.
She peered curiously from the tub out through the open arched doorway. The building looked like a palace from where she was sitting, and for a split second she considered the possibility that she was still dreaming. Otherwise, how could she explain her presence here? But she could feel the warm wetness of the water on her skin and still taste the cloying sweetness of the coffee in her mouth.
No, she definitely was not dreaming. Then what had happened? Could it be that Robert had found her at the motel, and somehow, without waking her, had moved her to this luxurious palatial apartment? She was suddenly sure that was it, and she was about to call his name, when she heard softly padded footsteps in the other room. That's probably him now, she thought, coming to surprise me with his cleverness at finding me after I ran away without leaving even a note. She smiled to herself and expectantly watched the doorway.
"Hello, my dear. Are you feeling better?" Nisli asked.
Penny gasped and shielded her exposed breasts with her hands, sinking down into the bubble bath as far as she could.
Standing in the doorway was a man in a flowing robe she had never seen before. He was smiling at her in a relaxed familiar manner, and for a moment she wondered if she should know him. Had she had too much to drink and somehow allowed herself to go off with a perfect stranger? She stared in fascinated horror at his unusually handsome face, taking in his deep-set dark eyes, full sensual-looking lips trimmed with a thin mustache, and noticing the single gold tooth flashing in his mouth. No, she was certain, she had never to her knowledge seen him before this moment.
"W-who are you," she stammered, her voice trembling as he gazed knowingly down at her as though she had belonged to him forever.
"Nisli Bey," he answered, bowing slightly. "Your new master."
The abducted bride's mouth gaped open at his words. It had to be some kind of weird joke – she had never heard of such a thing in her life.
"You seem a little taken aback, my dear," Nisli said in a tone of superiority. "You mean to tell me your husband Robert said nothing at all to you about our arrangement?" He watched her face with an inner chuckle as her mouth fell open in undisguised fear, eyes widening in disbelief at his meaning.
"B-but he couldn't do such a thing!" she sputtered. "It-it's illegal! And besides, Robert loves me," she added as an after thought. Immediately after her words had left her lips, she wondered if it were not possible after all. This part of the world might have totally different laws from other countries for all she knew, or this could be happening without the knowledge of the authorities. And there was no doubt that Robert had been highly displeased with her when he had left the hotel.
"Are you sure?" Nisli goaded her teasingly. "He certainly seemed happy enough to accept my offer, and the price was not too steep, either." He was enjoying playing with the confused young woman like a cat with a mouse. He knew how proud and independent these American women were, and nothing pleased him more than to make them feel like helpless slaves who could be bought and sold on a mere whim. They usually changed their attitudes once they understood that they would be treated with the respect that normally fell only to royal concubines. All they had to do was admit that they were at the mercy of his will, and life could be extremely good for them – at least as long as he wasn't bored.
Penny stared at his grinning face for a long time, shaken by his calm, secure manner. Finally she had had enough.
"Please leave the room," she said curtly. "I'm getting dressed and I'm leaving." She jerked her head around and stared blankly at the tiles on the wall, waiting for him to obey her command. But he only laughed softly and remained standing in the doorway.
"I'm afraid you'll have to change your attitude, my dear," he said after a long pause. "You don't seem to understand. You are now completely at my mercy, and you will have to do as you're told. Never again will you be able to order anyone around – except the handmaidens who will take good care of you for me. Even they will listen to me first if there is any doubt about what to do." With that he snapped his fingers once, and she heard the shuffle of feet behind him.
Two young girls dressed in loosely fitted white robes appeared with thick towels draped over their arms and a bundle of clothing clearly intended for Penny. Nisli rasped a few brief words to them in Turkish, and they crossed to the tub where Penny was still trying to hide her body from his view.
"These women will assist in preparing you to come to me," he told her coldly. "Do not give them any difficulty. My man Mahmet is waiting outside, and he's very anxious to begin teaching you proper respect. He believes that women are like animals – both need a little training before they behave the way they should." Then he was gone.
The first woman unfolded a huge towel and held it out for the completely astounded young blonde. Penny hesitated a moment and then decided that she would have to dry off and dress before she could do anything about her situation. She rose up from the water, slightly embarrassed at exposing herself to these total strangers.
They seemed not to pay the slightest attention to her nakedness, rubbing her tender skin dry with great care and skillfully plying her body with sweet-smelling oil as she stood between them like a lovely princess of old. In spite of her fear and confusion, their hands felt good on her soft skin and soothed her nerves. When they were finished they stood on either side of her and began to drape her almost reverently with a beautiful embroidered gown of green and gold. Penny happened to glance in the full-length mirror at the far end of the room and saw herself as her shimmering nakedness slowly disappeared beneath its caressing folds. Her tall lithe body was softly glistening in the muted light, her breasts gleaming like twin white moons, and her full flaring hips and tapering thighs had never looked so appealing. Even the golden triangle of pubic hair up between her legs shone from the oil, matching the loosely falling locks making a blonde parenthesis around her face. She watched in wonder as the two women cinched in the waist of the robe to cover her body, finishing their work by slipping her feet into thin gold sandals and then bedecking her with large, circular gold earrings and numerous matching bracelets.
The young wife couldn't help admiring herself in the mirror, and she had to grin at the childish way the girls stood back and waited for her to compliment their skill. She felt lake Cleopatra, quickly flashing a smile at them before she strode regally out of the room.
The man who called himself Nisli was nowhere to be seen, and Penny curiously explored the first room she entered. It seemed to be a kind of dressing-sitting room, with ornamental mirrors and vanity tables, many overstuffed chairs and lounges, and rows and rows of bottled perfumes and powders. She opened a wide closet and found it filled with all styles of dresses – a wardrobe such as she had never seen except in movies and magazines. They all seemed to be about her size, and she was secretly envious of whoever owned them all.
Penny walked into the next room and found in the middle against one wall the largest bed she had ever seen. It was covered by a red velvet canopy hanging from four carved posts at the corners. Stepping closer, she realized that the bed was surrounded by mirrors made to look like room dividers, with a circular mirror mounted in the canopy over the bed. She knew that there could be only one purpose for them. Anyone on the bed would be able to see himself from whatever position he was in.
This man Nisli liked to see himself making love to women. She had heard of such things in naughty whispered conversations, but never had she dreamed that they actually existed. She must have been brought to a virtual den of iniquity – and she had to find a way out before it was too late.
She rushed over to the window and looked into a huge high-walled garden. It would be easy enough to slip out the window and try to find a way over the wall, she was thinking, but then she saw the dogs and her heart seemed to leap up into her throat.
They were almost as tall as her waist, with long pointed snouts and sharp teeth. Obviously, this avenue of escape had been tried before, and Nisli wasn't taking any chances. She wouldn't last five minutes outside with those hungry-looking beasts roaming restlessly under the window.
Then she tried what she hoped would be a door leading to the hallway, only to find that it was locked. She was trapped in these rooms, and she began to wonder if she would ever get out. Suddenly the door she had just tried opened and Nisli came in. Penny caught a glimpse of a giant man standing guard outside the door and fought down her impulse to make a run for it. That was probably the Mahmet he had mentioned before, and he looked like he could snap her in two if he wanted. She drew in a deep breath and straightened herself into a stern pose of indignation.
"All right, Mr. Nisli," she began. "Thank you very much for your kindness, but now I demand that I be allowed to have my own clothes." Penny quickly slipped off the gold bracelets and the earrings. Then placing them on the chair beside her she said, "I must leave now. My husband is expecting me." She hoped that he wouldn't see how frightened and hopeless she felt inside.
He totally ignored her words.
"I see you've inspected your suite," he said in a mild voice. "I hope it meets with your approval. You may be spending a lot of time here."
She opened her mouth to speak, but was unable to form words with her lips. He was taking it for granted that she would stay here until he decided she could leave.
"Here is something which might interest you," he said in a shrewd, suggestive tone. He opened a pair of louvered doors to reveal a large television screen. Flipping a switch, he motioned for her to sit in a chair facing the screen, and then he adjusted the dials until the picture became clear.
She hadn't intended to sit down. She wanted to show him that he couldn't tell her what to do, but when she saw what was on the screen, she practically fell back into the chair from shock.
There was Robert – with another woman!
"This is coming from another suite in the building," Nisli told her in a flat, cold voice. "You can decide for yourself whether or not your husband is concerned about you."
With a smile of cruel satisfaction, Nisli lit one of his cigarettes and stood back to enjoy what was coming. He had just talked with Feyadin, and knew that the American was ready to do anything she might ask of him. They had smoked some strong hashish in the water-pipe, and the young husband was already beginning to make advances when Nisli had called her away to briefly talk with her. Now they were together again, and Feyadin had been instructed to go ahead.
Penny barely noticed when Nisli reached to one side and flicked off the lights in the room, and then pressed a button which caused the heavy window drapes to glide closed, leaving the television as the only source of illumination.
On the screen Penny could see a large double bed almost like the one she had just been looking at. In the center of the bed a long-legged, dark-haired girl was lying spread-eagled, completely naked before the hidden camera. Robert, also stripped bare, was kneeling on the bed between her widespread legs running his lips and tongue excitedly up and down her body. He sucked at her ripely rounded breasts, teasing the nipples up into trembling hardness, and then he traced a path with his tongue over the flat plane of the girl's passionately heaving stomach all the way down between her quivering inner thighs.
Penny gasped out loud at the obscene pleasure Robert was taking over the lewdly prostrate form on the bed. If that's what he wants to do to me, he's got a surprise coming, she was thinking. She had never seen such wanton depravity in her whole life.
Then on the screen Feyadin's hands tangled in Robert's hair, pulling his greedy lips tightly to her loins. Penny leaned forward gripping the arms of the chair until her hands ached. She could not move. She tried to close her eyes and blot out the shocking picture but she couldn't even do that. She had to look – the salacious spectacle was hypnotizing her even as her mind rebelled – to watch her own husband toying with the naked squirming body of another woman was debasing and lewd. Still, she could not turn away.
The watching bride's husband had worked the dark-haired Turkish girl up to a fever pitch and her mouth hung wide open in ecstatic rapture, her glassy, lust-crazed eyes staring up into nothingness. He placed himself in position over her rapidly rising and falling belly, his face hanging within inches of the black-furred pubic mound below. Her fingers still clutched in his hair and struggled desperately to pull his face down to her squirming cunt below, but he was obviously holding back until he was ready. His hands pressed down on the smooth flat plane of her lower stomach as his thumbs squeezed into the fleshy outer flanges of her vaginal lips. Penny sucked in her breath with a gasp as her husband's thumbs massaged the other woman's soft moist pussy-flesh for a moment, and then pulled outward slowly, parting the dark wet curls to expose the moist inner folds of her cuntal crevice. The tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris was clearly visible just above the stretched elastic vaginal opening.
Then Robert finally gave in to the straining hands in his hair and his head dropped, his probing wet tongue snaking out to teasingly flick at the quivering little clitoral nub. Feyadin's body jerked at the sudden electric contact and her legs clamped tightly together around his head, the firm softness of her inner thighs imprisoning his ears in a vise-like grip. Her hips began a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the ministrations of his lashing tongue as soft mewls of animal pleasure came from between her clenched teeth. She was lost in a mindless uncontrolled lust as her upper torso writhed like a belly dancer's, her wildly gyrating buttocks grinding spasmodically down into the mattress.
Penny watched the lewdly depraved scene as though it came from a distant dream she had once had, strange chords of remembrance passion through her head. It was almost as though it had all happened to her somewhere in the past, but she was unable to believe it possible that she could ever react in such an abandoned way. Her mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched Feyadin twisting wantonly under the degrading sucking at her loins. The confused young blonde was no longer certain whether the two writhing bodies she was watching were real or a figment of her imagination. It felt as though they were dancing in her head. Time and distance had suddenly become indefinable. Nothing existed in the world but the scene before her, and she seemed somehow mystically connected to the two figures on the screen.
It suddenly dawned on her that when she had first been brought to this apartment, not even aware that she had left the motel, it was entirely possible that Nisli had performed similar lewd acts on her own helpless body. It would explain a lot of things to her confused mind. He seemed to consider her his property even though, to her knowledge, up to this point, he had never even touched her. And she had felt a little strange and sore down in her genitals when she had first come out of her stupor of sleep.
The embarrassed young bride suddenly blushed in her new understanding, and she glanced sideways at Nisli standing beside her to see if he had noticed. But he was staring straight ahead at the screen as if lost in the lascivious act taking place there, a thin smile curling his sensual lips.
She glanced back at the screen and saw that Robert had stopped what he was doing at the squirming woman's open loins, and now he was crawling up her writhing body, his lips slowly working their way up, pausing now and then at soft sensitive spots for a quick flick of his tongue. It was then that Penny saw Robert's distended erect penis protruding down between his legs, the heavy testicles beneath filled to bursting with sperm. The massively rigid cock paused momentarily over Feyadin's undulating vagina, and Penny thought that her husband was going to ram it up into the girl right then. But instead he slowly moved all the way up her slippery perspiring body and straddled her firmly upthrust breasts.
Penny could see the proud roundly molded mounds squeezing up around his thickness as he took them in his hands and pressed them together against his lewdly excited cock. He stroked back and forth a few times in the soft tunnel between them, flicking the tautly erect nipples with his thumbs at the same time, and then he moved up farther until his muscular young buttocks pressed down on her breasts. Penny saw the tight bulges squeeze out as his weight sank down, smashing them onto her chest. His lustfully thick penis stood straight out from his belly, the bloated rubbery head only a few inches above the girl's gasping mouth. Robert reached one hand back behind him and with a quick twist of his wrist, shoved his middle finger up between her wide-open thighs, skewering it far into the hotly moist depths of her cunt all the way to the flatness of his palm. Feyadin jerked as he rotated the skewering finger around inside, teasing the wet sensitive walls until finally she gasped aloud, breathing a moan of surrender to the lascivious ministrations the young bridegroom was working on her body.
His incredulous bride watched Robert's face twist into a obscene sadistic grin as he reached down with his free hand and pressed the underside of his rigidly swollen cock in a slow teasing circle around Feyadin's open lips. Her tongue flicked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the gland at the end. She strained forward, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to suck the tantalizingly stiff instrument into her mouth, but Robert laughed above her as he kept it just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the lewdly inciting cock's underside.
Penny's breath was coming in quick short gasps as she involuntarily watched the depraved scene. Suddenly she could take it no more – to see her husband of one day relishing these perverted unnatural acts on another woman's body was just too much for the young innocent bride.
"Turn it off! Please, turn it off!" she pleaded, crying out as if in physical pain.
Responding to her words, Nisli quietly got up and switched the set off, at the same time lighting a lamp that shone with a soft reddish glow.
"I think you'll agree that your husband has very little interest in finding you at the moment," he said, turning to stare coldly at her confused, grief-stricken face.
"Yes, yes," the deserted young bride sobbed. "He doesn't care about me at all!" Then she completely broke down, feeling more alone and lost than ever before in her life. Suddenly without previous warning, she felt Nisli's hand slide down into the embroidered robe and over her upper back, gradually forcing its way under her arm toward the rounded fullness of her breast.
"You might as well relax and enjoy yourself," he gloated, ignoring Penny's resistance as she clamped her arm swiftly down over his probing fingers, trying to trap them before they reached her trembling breast.
"Don't!" she cried out in alarm as she realized that he expected the sight of her husband with another woman to convince her to go along with his wishes. "Just because Robert is shameless in giving his attentions to somebody else, don't believe for a minute that I'm just like him," she protested in a proud voice. "Because I'm not!"
With that she suddenly sat forward and struggled to her feet in order to escape his grasping fingers. But Nisli had expected the movement and deftly hung onto the gown she was wearing so that it came away from her shoulders and slipped down over her arms. She pulled frantically to get away from him, but his greater strength held her leaning forward in front of him, her firmly ripe breasts nakedly exposed from the robe now lowered almost to her waist. Her arms were helplessly pinned to her sides by the sleeves of the garment, and she felt him wrap an arm tightly around her waist forcing her body back against his. His free hand slipped around her naked shoulder, sliding across her bare mid-section and rising to cup her right breast. He kneaded greedily at the resilient white mound in his palm, trapping the hardened sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised excitement from Penny's open lips. He pushed forward with his pelvis to wedge his covered hardness into the narrow crevice between her tightly clenched buttocks.
Then the relentless slave-master crushed her ribs so tightly in his cruel embrace that she thought they would break, and he leaned back forcing her feet up off the floor. She screamed loudly and kicked her knees up in front of her as he carried her with ease over to the double bed. He held her at the edge of the four-poster until she had struggled herself into weakness, all the while running his hand from one excitedly heaving breast to the other, tweaking the pinkly erect nipples and fondling the fleshy warm mounds in appreciation. He was enjoying her vain attempts to resist, feeling her taut buttocks clenching and unclenching desperately around his hardness through the material of their robes. Finally she had no more strength to continue the struggle, and she grew limp in his vise-like grasp, a warm and breathing rag doll, a play thing to be used in any way he wished. Her head hung forward with her chin on her chest, the long blonde hair falling away in cascades over her fearfully palpitating breasts.
"That's right, baby, you might as well give in," he growled behind her, his breath coming in short gasps from his effort. "Nobody's going to help you now."
Without warning he suddenly threw her forward onto the bed in front of them, and without hesitation fell on top of her. As he lay there with his heaviness pinning her to the mattress, he used the freedom this gave his hands to remove the robe he was wearing, yanking it from beneath his body. Then his hands reached down to the hem of her robe which had bunched up around her knees and slipped it slowly up between their two figures, crumpling it in a tight ring around her waist. Now his distended hard cock was pressed right up into the naked warmth between her tautly squirming buttocks, its thin clear seminal fluid seeping out to make a wet trail on her creamy white ass-cheeks.
The hopeless young bride jerked and moaned as she felt his probingly hot shaft come into contact with her naked buttocks from behind, and then she felt one of his hands trail a slow teasing path down her side and insinuate itself under her ruthlessly pinioned body to pinch at her quivering belly beneath. He forced the searching fingers between her down-grinding belly and the velvet-covered mattress until he could feel the thin curly tangle of pubic hair on the little mound at the base of her stomach. He played with it for a moment and then suddenly curled his hand down into the moist narrow slit up between her thighs, the nail of his extended middle finger scraping gently over the tiny bud of her hotly throbbing clitoris, sending chills of unwanted sensation thrilling through her body. Penny felt a sudden surge of renewed energy to resist when his hand curled still farther into the juncture of her loins, parting the slightly moist lips of her pussy to teasingly snake its way inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks jangled through the struggling bride's nerve-endings as she thrashed and twisted under the weight of his body above. The rigid thickness of his hotly excited cock was now pressed deeper up into the sweat-moistened crevice between her ass-cheeks, throbbing as though it had a life of its own. Penny unconsciously ground back up against it in her panic, causing her tiny puckered anus to feel the direct contact of its bloated pulsing tip, and she flinched away from its hotness back down onto his hand.
Nisli began a gentle rocking motion forward against her ass, obscenely matching the rhythm with that of his finger fucking into her warmly encasing vagina below. He could feel the exciting swell of her shivering buttocks around his hotly probing cock and the wild sensation almost caused him to shoot his seething sperm over her squirming white flesh. But he wasn't yet ready for that variation. Pressing his flat palm hard into the small of her back to keep her from raising up, he pulled his other hand roughly out from under her thrashing resisting body and tangled his fingers, wet with her vaginal juices, in her hair. Holding her fast to the bed with the pressure of his hand, the sadistic grin on his face widening, he lifted her contorted face by the hair up off the mattress. At the same time he scrambled over her on his knees until his loins were aligned next to her face, thrusting forward to ram his thick turgid cock up against her tightly compressed lips.
Penny had her eyes clenched shut when she felt her mouth being forced open by something hard and rubbery pressing between her lips. She tightened the hinges of her jaws, but the force was relentless, and then she couldn't believe it when his lustfully swollen penis, thick and rounded at the bloated tip, slipped in between her teeth, intruding firmly until it was sunk deep in her gaping mouth. She was nearly choking on the hotly pulsing thickness, yet she pretended not to know what it was holding her teeth apart and forcing her tongue out of its way, but she couldn't ignore the insistent mouth-filling presence. She wanted to bite down hard but, she was afraid her apparent master would hurt her if she did, and she thrashed with her shoulders to try to break away.
But Nisli tightened his fingers in her blonde hair and shoved down harder with his other hand until it seemed he would snap her spine, his lewdly throbbing cock pushing in all the way to the very entrance to her throat. He started stroking in and out of her face, looking down to enjoy the clasping oval her unwilling lips made around his thickly rigid shaft. The hot wetness of her saliva made him groan in ecstasy above her.
"Suck it, baby. Use your tongue," he commanded her with a gasp.
The harshness of his tone and the back-bending pressure of his hand caused Penny to open her eyes wide in fright so that she could now see the bulging thickness of his rod skewering into her face, the black mass of pubic hair actually touching the end of her nose as he pumped into her painfully filled mouth. Her neck twisted to one side was hurting so badly she thought she would faint, and secretly she hoped she would – to blot out the horror of what was happening to her.
It can't be, it can't be, she repeated over and over in her fear-clouded mind. But the incessant gagging pressure of the cock slipping in and out of her burning lips did not let up, and she responded to the tearing of his fingers in her hair by reluctantly sliding her moistly ministering tongue over the bulging vein on the underside of his shaft.
"That's it, baby," he groaned down at her, easing the grip of his fingers in her hair a little. "Suck it good, and I'll treat you nicer." He moved the base of his hand across the plane of her cheekbone to press down on her bulging cheek and increase the pleasure she was giving his obscenely impaling cock. She was grunting involuntarily with each inward stroke he made, increasing his sensations a hundredfold by the animal-like sounds she was making around his hotly pulsing shaft.
Experimentally, the lustfully aroused Turk eased the pressure of his hand on her lower back, and when she automatically tried to buck her body up from the bed and escape his cruel impalement of her mouth, he slapped it back down hard, bringing a low groan of helpless agony from her lips locked around his mouth-fucking cock. Again, slowly, he lifted his hand, and this time she did not make the attempt. He then brushed his now free left hand over her trembling rounded buttocks and slipped his extended middle finger lightly along the clasping crevice between them. After a moment he slipped his hand up once again to the robe that was still bunched up around her waist holding her arms like a straight jacket. And without a word, but still ramming long drives powerfully up into the hot wetness of her open mouth, he reached under her and loosened the gown to pull it away. When it caught at her bent elbows, he jerked at it until she felt it would break her arm so that she reluctantly struggled to help him get it off. Finally it came away and then he uncovered her other arm, carelessly throwing the robe onto the floor beside the bed. Now she was completely naked under his lewdly sadistic gaze, and she groaned again as he ran his fingers all over her exposed tingling flesh, pausing to tease for a moment at her tightly puckered anal ring.
"Don't think you can escape me now," he warned her in a husky lust-thickened voice. He watched her look up at his face with her terror-stricken blue eyes as if to say she had given up and whatever he wanted to do now was unavoidable, and he released his grip on her hair. When she continued to swirl her tongue in servile acceptance around the tip of his smoothly pummeling cock, he reached down with both hands and in one swift motion turned her over onto her back. His hard throbbing shaft did not come out of her mouth as he moved over with her and straddled her face, his knees planted on either side of her head, his eyes facing the nakedly prostrate length of her lush young body. He kept stroking his still-expanding rod in and out, leaning forward then to grasp with his hands under her knees and raise them up and out to the side, obscenely exposing her narrow pink slit up between to his lascivious gaze. He felt the young blonde's mouth hesitate momentarily on his cock as though she might resist this further assault on her helpless body, and he immediately pressed his palms into the firm inner flesh of her thighs, spreading them farther apart and holding them there by sheer force. He dropped his head with an animal-like growl of hunger and began to lick at her now openly spread cunt. He could feel the softness of the fine blonde pubic hair against his lips as he flicked his tongue along the full length of her forcedly expanded vaginal opening.
Penny jerked from the sudden electric contact with her sensitive cuntal flesh, unexpected thrills of pleasure welling up uncontrollably inside her quivering belly. Then she felt his extended fingertips stretching the wet outer flanges away from the glistening furrow of inner softness, and his warm moist tongue drove excitedly straight through the tight elastic ring up into her startled cunt. The sudden searing joy emanating from the penetration of her vagina caused her to involuntarily bite down and scrape her teeth over the velvety skin of his rigidly throbbing cock imbedded in her mouth, and he groaned from the mixed pain and pleasure the shock sent into his cum-laden balls below.
Then Nisli felt the response he had been waiting for when she slowly began to undulate her loins against his spearing hot tongue, the tiny clenched opening of her cunt sucking hungrily at its pointed tip. He thrust as deeply as he could into the hotly expanding moistness, his lips nibbling at the palpitating outer folds of her curl-lined pussy each time he drove his skewering tongue in. He swirled his stiff oral member around and around inside the throbbing walls of Penny's vagina, savoring her loss of control more than he had his victory over any woman before. She had been so proudly resistant up to this point that he had begun to doubt whether he could break her down without the use of some conscience-killing drug, but she was beginning to come out of her prudishness. He was conquering her by sheer will power. He knew how to turn women on.
Penny felt like a cheap shameless whore. Here she was spread-eagled on her back under a total stranger, his mouth doing awful obscene things down on her pulsating cunt, his cock pumping relentlessly into her mouth and, although she found it difficult to believe, she was beginning to enjoy it! She groaned heavily around the thrusting thickness of his pounding cock-shaft in humiliation and debasement – but she continued sucking him, increasing her efforts to give him pleasure with her lips and tongue as he gave her more and more of the lustful sensations she had suddenly learned to crave more than life itself.
Unconsciously the awakening captive bride began to rock her openly spread loins up and down under the Turk's face locked between her thighs, grinding her quivering buttocks lewdly down into the mattress with each down-stroke, then arching her back to reach up again for his flicking tongue. Her hips and thighs began to tremble out of control from the wildly erotic feelings he was sending through her whole body, and she thrashed and squirmed like a madwoman under him, her legs kicking up in the air toward the ceiling and jerking insanely above his head.
When she opened her eyes, she found that she was looking into the mirror over the bed. They made such a salaciously obscene picture that she was struck as if by a blow to the stomach with the lust-inciting and at the same time humiliating vision. In spite of an almost overwhelming desire to shut out the scene by again closing her eyes, she stared fascinated at the dark attentive head trapped between her creamy white thighs bobbing like a man caught in the rapids of a river, and at her own face distorted into a lewd mask by the swelling thickness ramming in and out of her mouth. Glancing to the side, she found she could get another view. They formed a two-headed figure she now knew was what people called a "sixty-nine". She pulled her knees back past his shoulders to better see what he was doing that sent such wild sensations through her nerves like lightning flashes of passion, and the movement exposed her tiny puckered anus more openly to him.
The hedonistic Turk did not hesitate, but shoved his head forward the extra necessary inch to bury his tongue this time in the hot little rectal opening, bringing deep-throated moans from her chest. Then he began alternating between the two nether orifices until the thin ridge of slickly smooth flesh between them was slippery wet with the mingling of his saliva with her cuntal juices.
Nisli could tell from the way her straining belly was beginning to jerk faster and faster under him that she was nearing a climax, and he took his hands from the insides of her thighs and wrapped them around her hips to grasp her lusciously rounded buttocks in his fingers, digging harshly into them with his nails as he pulled her tighter up to his mouth. He could feel her hotly quivering clitoris vibrating under his voracious sucking lips like a tiny cock about to ejaculate in his mouth, and then her cum-juices began to flood out copiously over his fucking tongue and she moaned and grunted her release around his pistoning cock. She was sucking with complete abandon now out of deep-felt gratitude for the intense pleasure this strange man was giving her, and he felt his desire-bloated balls swell and ache, ready to explode into her eagerly laboring mouth.
Her hands, which had been lying loosely on the bed beside their obscenely coupled bodies until now, suddenly seemed to take on a life of their own as they reached up to play over his pumping buttocks and instinctively massage his cum-laden balls and the base of his thick cock-shaft until the unendurably excited Turk could hold back no longer. He increased the speed and depth of his strokes into her mouth until it seemed to her she would have to choke on his hard penetrating rod – then he felt the turgid steaming cum boil up out of his testicles and begin to spurt in endless streams into her repeatedly swallowing throat. On and on came the wild gushes of thick white sperm spewing hotly up into Penny's throat, making her Adam's apple bob up and down as she struggled to keep from choking, the burning liquid searing all the way down into her belly. Finally with one final jerking spasm, it was over – and his depleted cock began to deflate in her mouth as she continued sucking softly at the palpitating rod of flesh. He fell over on his side next to her on the bed, the two of them panting heavily from the draining effects of their orgasms. Penny was staring blankly into the mirror above the bed, her unseeing eyes fixed on the lewdly splayed-out female body which did not seem to be her own, but that of some stranger she had never seen before.
After a long time she came to her senses, and her mind was flooded with shame and humiliation at her wanton abandon under Nisli's ministrations. She groaned loudly into the room at the obscene sight of her young body stretched out openly beneath the mirror, and tearfully covered her eyes with her forearm to block it out. If only she had never married Robert, she was sobbing to herself, she would never have been brought to this, and she would be safe in her apartment in Philadelphia. Because of her young husband's uncaring brutal rape on their first night of marriage she had been more used and degraded than she could have imagined in her wildest nightmares. It wasn't fair, she shouldn't have been forced to go through what she had just been subjected to!
She would never be able to forgive Robert for this, nor herself for being so caught up in her own physical sensations that she had actually responded to Nisli's depraved caresses like one of the two-dollar whores Robert had gone out earlier to find in the streets of Istanbul.
I'll find a way to get even with Robert for this, she was thinking bitterly – but at the same time she knew she would never be able to obliterate this experience from her tortured memory. This would be with her until the day she died, and nothing she could do would enable her to forget it. Her virginal innocence of only twenty-four hours ago was gone forever.