Mark Townsend

Slavetrader's captive

CHAPTER ONE

"One thousand Turkish lira," said the taxi driver. "In advance."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shoved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER TWO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You didn't bring the Madame here, do you understand?" he whispered in a harsh voice. "She changed her mind, and you took her to the airport."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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