Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was Madame Afet's driver!

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

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

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

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

The American girl was truly a goddess!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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