Mark Townsend - Slavetrader's captive

She had been so close before to her orgasm that Robert's thickly expanding cock pounding into her open defenseless cunt finished it for her, the cords in her neck suddenly tightening like steel cables.

"I-I'm cumming! Oh God, I'mmmmm cummmmmming! Fuck harder darlings! Fuck harder!" she pleaded in a voice shrill with passion. "I'm cummmming! Ahhhhhhhh!" Her voice changed pitch then, rising to a banshee wail that went on and on, broken rhythmically by the breath-taking plunges the two lusty men were making into her body. Her hand milked the cum-laden balls below, pulling to hold the thick lengths of cock as far inside her as she could. Her cum juice flooded wetly out around Robert's still driving cock, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks to soak Nisli's penis with the hot fluids that streamed on and on out of her throbbing cunt.

Spurred on by Penny's twisting body below, Robert shoved his lustfully aching rod deep into his wife's cunt, fucking into her like a pile driver gone wild, and then he felt the hot waves of his surging sperm shooting far up into her dilating vagina, filling her belly to the bursting point. The mind-shaking forces of his orgasm caused him to groan as though his very life were being drained from his body, and then he held his pulsing shaft all the way up in her gratefully sucking cunt for the final spurts of white-hot semen. He was bounced and tossed wildly on top of her from the force of Nisli's bucking below, increasing his pleasure a thousand-fold. He had never felt anything like it in his life, and he held onto his young bride's jerking body as though his very life depended on not falling off.

Nisli no longer felt the need to wait. Quickening his upward thrusts with the arching strength of his back until he was fucking up into her hungrily constricting anus like a runaway locomotive, he growled deep in his throat and felt the steaming hot cum fluids begin boiling up out of his warmly aching balls. His hands slipped between the bodies on top of his to grasp greedily at Penny's swollen breasts, jerking her down onto him tighter and tighter as his thick, fiery cum spurted deep up into her desperately contracting anus. His exploding cock jerked like a machine-gun, the lewd sperm spurting endlessly to fill her rectum all the way to the puckered outer ring of tightly locked flesh. Finally he gave one last body-slapping shove and held her down tight on his still rhythmically pulsing cock, savoring the palpitations of her ass-cheek muscles around it, until he gradually relaxed the tautness in his back and let his weight fall back down onto the bed. His now slowly deflating cock slipped out of her forever expanded anal passage with a wet suction noise, and he released his breath in a long, hoarse gasp as if he had been holding it in a long time.

Feyadin watched Nisli's limp battered penis followed by thin white streams of semen slipping out of the young American girl's anus, so close she could see the pulsing veins on Robert's cock as it slid uselessly from Penny's cunt down between her wide-flung thighs. The dark-haired Turkish woman felt the sudden hot broiling feeling in the depths of her belly that signaled her own orgasm, and she pumped her ass-cheeks in the air as she ground down on her fingers buried up in her flooding cunt. She moaned and chanted obscenities in her own language, arching her neck up off the mattress to continue staring at the lewdly exposed loins inches from her face. She shivered spasmodically for a moment, her long legs stretching out and quivering, her half-moon buttocks tightly clenched into little white balls of flesh, and then, with a gasp, collapsed into a muttering mass of flesh beside them, her head resting on Robert's thigh.

They lay like that a long time, their breathing heavy but gradually slowing down to normal, all their minds thinking the same thoughts.

Never had any of them experienced such uncontained joy in their lives. Not even Nisli, who had spent his entire youth searching for just such pleasures. And not Feyadin, who had believed she knew all there was to know about the secrets of the flesh. Robert had never in his wildest dreams thought it possible to feel as completely drained and satiated as he did now.

And Penny – Penny thought she understood what had possessed so many women in the past to become whores or courtesans. This passionate outpouring of physical emotion had to be the greatest goal anyone could ever hope for. Never again would she be able to live without it – even though her deeply-ingrained conscience might torture her relentlessly, as it was even now – she was committed to seek physical excitement wherever she could find it.

And it was all Robert's fault, she thought ironically. If he had been more patient with her that first time, she might never have learned what real sensual pleasure was like. She gave her husband's neck a tight affectionate squeeze and smiled a secret smile of satisfaction up at herself in the mirror.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the gauze-like curtains covering the windows, and Penny's eyes fluttered once and then opened wide. She was refreshed from the nap she had taken to prepare herself for the evening ahead and she stretched languidly, enjoying the feline look of her young body in the mirrors around her.

The spring of her wedding to Robert had passed into fall, and now it was almost wintertime, but the Turkish sun was still strong and warm. She had spent a lot of time sunning and swimming in Nisli's private pool, and her body was no longer the pure innocent white it had been such a short time ago. It was faintly apparent also that she had matured more than she should have in the last few months – tiny crow's feet were becoming barely visible at the corners of her eyes. Her makeup was a little heavier these days too, but one who had not known her before would not have noticed her worldliness. She still retained the fresh sparkle in her light blue eyes and the youthful eagerness in her body. In fact, she could feel that eagerness coming to the forefront of her mind as she waited for Robert to come to pick her up for the latest project they were working on for Nisli.

The maturing blonde had actually enjoyed the past few months more than she would have believed possible. She had been with many different men, often two or three at the same time, and she seemed to be more and more demanding every day. It was getting to the point now where she couldn't be satisfied unless she had a constant diet of lovers, and if it hadn't been for Nisli's continuing attentions, she felt she would have gone out of her mind. Poor Robert just couldn't stand the pace she required any more, especially since he spent so much time seducing other women for Nisli's purposes as well as his own pleasure. She didn't blame him for his inability to meet her needs – probably no one man could have.

She and Robert had a good deal going with Nisli, and they had done well over the past few months. She smiled to herself at the ease with which they had made the arrangement that first week in Nisli's mansion, and she mentally went over the secret bank account they had been building up with commissions from Nisli. At first she had been deeply resentful of Robert for the life he had led her into, but her personal

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use a knife – a bigger, sturdier knife, one with which he could miss the bulls-eye somewhat and still cause death. The stores would be open tomorrow.

One hell of a honeymoon, he thought. Begun in the highest hopes and with youthful, innocent emotions when they flew to London, and then degree by degree – the bright prospects being replaced by degradation after degradation until now at last here he was lying in a cheap hotel plotting a murder he had every intention of carrying out. He'd come full circle now – from complete happiness to complete hell, and in just a matter of days. One horrible hell of a honeymoon.