Mark Townsend - Slavetrader's captive

Osman waited patiently. His potion had never failed him before. Not only would she sleep so soundly that she would never fully wake up before at least eight hours had passed, but she would have erotic dreams that would make it even more interesting for him.

He would show this proud American bitch a thing or two, this blonde beauty who felt she was so superior that she could dismiss him as so much dirt when he tried to be friendly and helpful and polite. He clenched his fist passionately as he saw her squirm around on the bed in her drowsiness. It was light enough in the room that he could see her slim form stretched sensuously along the length of the bed. Her thighs had fallen apart a little more now and he could easily make out the wisping curls that covered the mound of her lower belly and the tender lips of the gaping slit beneath. He lustfully ran his tongue over his teeth as he fingered the master key in his pocket. He would have to wait a few more minutes. His body was soaked in perspiration now from the very thought of that haughty young bitch squirming in helpless surrender beneath his excited body. He listened to the almost imperceptible ticking of the watch on his wrist, until finally he could stand it no longer.

He returned to the breezeway outside the cabin, carefully tiptoeing to the door of the runaway blonde's room and fitting the key quietly in the door. He opened it slowly, pushing his head into the darkened room, listening for any sounds. There was none, except the soft breathing of the motionless form on the bed. He closed the door silently behind him, locking it to insure that no one would disturb them. He looked intently through the semi-darkness of the room. The head of the sleeping girl was facing up at the ceiling, her eyes shut tight as if in a deep hard sleep, yet she moved slightly from time to time as though troublesome dreams were entering her head from the mysterious other world she had entered.

Osman moved cat-like around the foot of the bed, not taking his eyes from the reclining figure sprawled back limply on it. She had drawn her bent knee up still higher on the bed till it was even with her hip, the smooth white flesh of the inner thigh gleaming faintly in the dim moonlight. The soft blonde hairs covering the pinkly exposed lips of her vagina were plainly visible to his squinting eyes as they adjusted to the weak light in the room.

He involuntarily drew in his breath with a sharp hissing sound. He had screwed many young, lovely women on this same bed, but never an American and never a woman so innocent and pure as this one. Never one so proud and deliciously alluring. He would never enjoy humiliating anyone so much as this virginal young thing slowly sinking into a heavy drugged sleep.

The thought of helpless mewling grunts of pleasure coming from those sensual lips goaded his thickening penis into rock-hardness. He could feel the hot blood throbbing painfully into its swollen head, where tiny droplets of white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the sensitively aching tip and smear wetly against his tense belly. Silently he unbuttoned the fly of his trousers and let his heavily pulsing cock burst free of all restraints, slightly easing the pain building in his cum-laden testicles below.

He slowly massaged the thick heavy foreskin back and forth over the throbbing cock-head as he edged his way around the bed toward the now helpless blonde bride lying before him. The drug had done its work well. The hard rod of flesh in his hand was jerking eagerly as he pictured ramming it up between those wide-open thighs, burying its thick head far up inside her haughty little belly.

Osman removed the maroon blazer he was wearing, then loosened his belt and let his pants drop heavily to the floor. His hardness stood out fully exposed, his bold menacing erection pointing out over the spread-eagled body on the bed beneath. He slowly unbuttoned his slightly dirty, sweaty shirt and threw it without looking into a chair in the corner of the room. He left his shoes and socks on in case Afet and Nisli came and he had to get dressed in a hurry, but he hoped he wouldn't have to leave this delicious young bitch until he had drained them both dry of every ounce of strength in their bodies.

He stood for a moment longer over her motionless body, stroking himself into a rigidity that threatened to explode into streaming white-hot spurts at any moment. He considered for a moment going ahead, for it would give him great pleasure to cum over her sleeping face and molded white breasts below. But he decided to wait for a future opportunity.

The lewdly incited Turk couldn't resist forcing one indignity on her, however, before he fucked her in the cunt. He would be risking an orgasm before he had done everything he wanted to do, but he just had to see those moistly parted sensual lips close around his thick shaft, if only for a moment. He kneeled down on the edge of the bed and turned her head gently toward his throbbingly erect penis.

Then his pulse quickened when the sleeping blonde unknowingly moved her hand to search down over her flat white belly. She pulled her knees up until only her toes touched the mattress. Finally her hand found the opening of her soft, down-covered pussy and she gently fingered the moistening slit up between her thighs. Then she stretched her long tapering legs out flat on the bed, and, arching the muscles of her back, she lifted her tightly clenched buttocks off the bedspread, leaving her upthrust vaginal furrow nakedly exposed to the mercy of his gaze. Osman breathed heavily above her as her fingers slowly spread the delicate hair-lined lips until the wet inner folds were pinkly visible to the lewd hunger in his eyes.

As the small mouth-like orifice eagerly opened to accept the young bride's own probing fingers, Osman gasped out loud in his rising passion. The drugged woman slowly inserted her extended middle finger up into the soft velvety cuntal folds, at the same time stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris into a quivering hardness. He was hypnotized by the lewdness of the sight as the aroused blonde increased the sensual movements of her body on the bed. She began slipping her finger smoothly in and out between the glistening wet walls of her cunt, her legs suddenly jackknifing up again, her knees tight against her flattened breasts, her creamy rounded buttocks rising and falling in rhythm to her stroking finger. A gentle purr-like moan of unconscious pleasure floated up from her moistly parted lips – until Osman could stand it no longer.

Her mouth was still only a scant few inches away from his erectly expanded penis, and he pushed his hips slowly forward toward her sideways-turned face, placing the wet sticky cock-head in the warm crevice formed by her passion-parted lips. He placed one thumb under her nose and the other on her chin, pulling slowly outward until the heavy bulbous cock dropped in between her stretched lips and rested lightly against her teeth, the soft flesh of her mouth forming a heated furrow along its throbbing length. He slowly flexed his hips back and forth, several small droplets of clear cum-fluid seeping from the end of his pulsing glans to mingle with the warm saliva forming inside her burning oral cavern. He could feel the hot air from her slightly flaring nostrils flowing excitingly against his rigid member as she breathed in breathless, heaving gasps.

In a sidelong glance Osman could see her still shoving her middle finger up into the gradually widening opening of her cunt. God, he could easily shoot his hot stream into her virginal young throat right now just looking at the obscene manipulations. He thought of what it would be like to see her Adam's apple bobbing in her throat as she unwillingly swallowed his fiery load of cum, but he decided against it.

The wildly excited Turk reached one hand down to the hem of the drugged blonde's flimsy negligee, sliding it slowly up her sleek milk-white belly, then on over the gleaming swell of her breasts, until her whole naked torso was exposed to his view. Although he had seen her unclothed body through the peephole, it hadn't excited him nearly as much as having her here now, spread helplessly beneath him where he could touch and fondle her to his heart's content.