Mark Townsend - Slavetrader's captive

Osman saw what she was up to, but it didn't matter. He was getting something he had always wanted and had never been in the position to get until now. He spoke with a shrewd cast in his eyes.

"Five hundred dollars for the girl, in addition to getting my way with you – and then fucking her before you take her away," he said with calculated alacrity.

"That's robbery, you bastard," Afet replied without being able to stop herself, instantly biting her tongue at losing her cool again.

"A girl like that is worth at least two thousand dollars to Nisli Bey," he replied coolly, flinching at her name-calling. I'll get even with you in a minute, bitch, he mused. I'll show you who's a bastard. Osman watched her expression change as he made this statement. He knew by the sudden frustration that crossed her face that he could almost name his own price now. She knew that she was in no position to argue with him for too long since speed was of the very essence if the plans were to be completed before Nisli arrived.

"All right, I'll accept those terms, but you'll have to come to Istanbul to get at the girl. There's no time here tonight," Afet finally answered. I'm not taking a chance on Nisli getting here and spiriting that girl off before I have a chance to get her away, she was thinking.

"Then strip down, and let's seal the bargain." Osman countered. He knew exactly what she was thinking and counted on it to get her to do all the things he wanted. Finally he had found a way to equalize himself with her. He knew there was a chance of losing Nisli as a future customer, but that was a risk he would take. Right now all he wanted to do was fuck her senseless and try to get rid of her before Nisli showed up. He could always say that the American girl had escaped before he could do anything about it, if it came to that.

Afet detected the bold, more masterful change in his voice. It hinted at a certain unmistakable viciousness that suddenly curdled her stomach. God knew what depraved acts he would force her into before this ordeal was over. She wished she could call on her driver for help, but now there was no way out.

Osman saw her reluctance and once again offered her the drink of straight brandy she had refused before.

"I think Madame Afet will need this. The agreement will not be valid without total cooperation. Do you not agree?" He smiled triumphantly when she numbly nodded in assent. Then she grabbed the drink he was offering and poured the burning liquid down her throat.

She felt as though she would scream in revulsion if this swine touched her, but it was coming and she had to deaden her senses. Things had gone too far to turn back now and she could not afford to lose this young American – it would ease her heavy expenses which had been getting higher and higher as she had been forced to pay larger and larger bribes to the authorities to keep herself protected.

Osman knew the moment she nodded her head that the battle was won. He was going to fuck this high-class bitch who had once been in demand by the most important men in Turkey, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He smiled lewdly as he stood in front of her unbuttoning his pants and then letting them drop to the floor. His throbbing hard penis stood out from his body pointing straight at her. It looked like a giant wooden shaft growing up through the black underbrush of his thick pubic hair. With one hand he stroked the foreskin back and forth over the expanding cock-head which grew in size each time it disappeared and reappeared through the thick flesh covering it. He watched the loathing in her face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his cock, his excitement flaring as he saw the hopeless fear rising in her eyes. This would be more fun than the American. This one would be conscious of the things he was doing to her!

"Strip!" he hissed at her again. "Or do I have to do it for you?"

Osman stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking in the long tapering roundness of her silk-covered legs, the bursting fullness of her brassiere, the whiteness of her flat smooth belly above the top of her sheer black nylon panties. His gaze made her feel as though she were back at the beginning again, laying her body down for whatever filthy sailor was willing to pay for her services. She thought of all the years she had spent working her way up in the world until now she lived almost like a princess, realizing they were being swept away in this one brief encounter.

"Don't touch me, you beast! Don't touch me!" she shouted without thinking.

"It's too late, Madame," he intoned with contempt in his voice. He grabbed her shoulders with his hands, the strong sinewy fingers digging harshly into her skin. "We have our agreement about the American girl to consider."

"I don't care! I'll find someone else. Let Nisli have her!"

He loomed above her, his eyes devoid of pity, shining coldly into hers, his cruel and unyielding lust boring into the very depths of her soul. The pressure of his hands grasping her shoulders permitted no escape from his contemptuous gaze.

"No, no. I can't do it," she whimpered.

Her pleas fell on unhearing ears as his arms enveloped her, his lips crushing down against her, his thick rigid cock below pressing hard into her softly yielding belly. His tongue snaked its way out between his sharp teeth into the resisting wetness of her mouth. She struggled to free herself, but fear and the strong brandy had drained her of the strength to fight. His slim muscular body glued itself tightly to hers, arms and legs winding about her like a giant spider web from which there was no escape.

"Please, please don't," she groaned into the searing mouth locked over hers, the savage rape she had suffered in that earlier time whirling dizzily through her mind. The room seemed to spin as he pushed her backwards toward the bed, sending her sprawling flat on her back, his body descending on top of her to pin her tightly to the jiggling bed. She pressed her thighs together, attempting to hold back the squirming body trying to lodge itself between them. His throbbing cock was trapped there, forcing itself lewdly up and down against the thin nylon strip of the panties covering her cringing vagina below. Afet could feel the hard thick rod sliding against the sensitive inner hollows of her struggling thighs as his head pressed down forcefully against hers, then suddenly dropped, and she felt the sharp excruciating pain of his teeth biting savagely into the taut muscles of her straining neck. She kicked out automatically with her long smooth legs, attempting to dislodge him from above her.

His body sank triumphantly down between her protesting thighs as they splayed obscenely open, and the broad pulsing tip of his cock-shaft pressed demandingly against the protective nylon band of her panties. His pelvis began a deliberate grinding motion against her upturned loins, rubbing the sheer material into the dampening slit of her panty-covered pussy. His hips undulated slowly, slowly, watching the changing expressions on the face of the beautiful woman trapped beneath him, knowing she couldn't stand this torment for long. He gloated to himself that he would soon ignite her body to his lewd probings, and then she would give him what he had wanted since he had first started working with her – her complete submission to his will.

Afet could feel it happening. Her long tense form was pressed tightly into the mattress, so that she could do nothing to escape the hotly palpitating rod forcing itself against the trembling moist furrow between her legs. But her unconscious mind was fighting the torture of the teasingly stroking shaft, fighting against surrender to it.

"Noooo, nooo," she mumbled incoherently, even as her hips began to move involuntarily in hardly perceptible little circles that betrayed her determination to resist.