Mark Townsend - Slavetrader's captive

"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.