Mark Townsend - Slavetrader's captive

"As usual, she's in cabin number fourteen," Osman replied, not missing the interested glance Afet had thrown at the still throbbing cock in his trousers. You can have some of this too, he thought obscenely. He had long wanted to fuck Madame Afet. He knew she had been one of the most famous courtesans in Turkey when she was a few years younger, and he would like to give her a sample of what a real man could make her feel. He had an idea tonight might be the night, and his cock jerked violently at the thought. He let his eyes wander greedily over the swelling breasts filling the front of her tight dress. He looked on down to the gracefully flaring hips and full rounded thighs encased in the clinging material below.

His lewdly forward glances were not lost on Afet, and she involuntarily shuddered at the thought that he might run his hands over her body if he ever had the chance. She had never been a woman to turn down a good fuck, but this Osman was just too repulsive. Still, if it had to be done someday, she reflected, she supposed she could do it. He did seem to have a monstrously huge cock. She pushed these unnecessary thoughts to the back of her mind and got down to business again.

"Let's see this fabulous Goddess you've found," she said with obvious disdain for Osman's cock-sure attitude. "I haven't got much time, as you know. My services are in constant demand in Istanbul. I may be losing thousands of lira just by being here."

"Of course," Osman answered in a mocking voice. You phony bitch, he added to himself. You know that most of what you make depends on the young girls that are delivered to you. Without another word he lead the way toward the cabin. Let her see what I've got for her first, and then we'll see what I can get out of this.

They moved silently to number fourteen and he took her into the storeroom from which he had watched Penny earlier. Sliding the peep-hole cover to one side, he looked in first and, deciding that the view was not clear enough, took the chance of turning on the light. He had an exterior switch for this purpose, and without hesitation he flipped it on. Penny was so far gone now in her dreaming sexual fantasy that he hoped she wouldn't notice.

"There she is," he told Afet, a wide grin on his face as he stood aside to let her see the blonde treasure that would be up for sale to the highest bidder as soon as he was finished with her.

Afet put her face to the peep-hole and looked into the room. She gasped as she saw the innocent young blonde on the bed writhing in the throes of masturbation. She could see her long tapering legs flung wildly up into the air, her toes pointing at the ceiling, her grinding buttocks beneath gleaming in naked exposure. Between the girl's out-flung thighs, she could see the white half-moons of her perfectly rounded breasts, and above them the lovely face surrounded by a careless halo of blonde hair. The girl's lips were parted in heated passion, working crazily as she tried to bring herself to her obviously much-needed completion. Then the spying Turkish woman let her eyes drop to the openly spread vagina beneath, the fleshy pink folds cruelly distended to make room for the girl's fingers stroking in and out of the clasping narrow passage.

Then the light went out, plunging the room into semi-darkness again.

"Well?" Osman demanded with a triumphant tone in his voice.

"You've drugged her!" Madame Afet accused him. She didn't want to lose her advantage and let him know that she wanted to get this girl more than she had ever wanted any of them before. The shrewd businesswoman could make a fortune this time if she played her cards right, but she had to keep his price down if she could.

"What difference does that make," he snarled back at her. He was aware of the effect the brief glimpse of the girl had had on Afet. He felt secure that this time he could get whatever he wanted, and Afet wasn't going to bargain him down. In fact, he told himself, I'm going to get more than just money this time.

The sight of the girl finger-fucking herself had aroused him almost beyond endurance all over again, and, if he couldn't get back in the room to satisfy himself on her, then he would fuck this Afet as part of the deal he would make with her. And he was sure she would agree to it, especially as soon as she knew that Nisli Bey was on his way out from Istanbul too.

"All right, let's go where we can talk," Afet said. She could see that Osman felt he had a distinct advantage in this negotiation, and she was anxious to find out what it was. She steeled herself inwardly for the worst. If he insisted on fucking the shrewd Afet herself, she would do it – the girl was worth even that. And besides, she reflected, the obscene view she had enjoyed of the young girl trying to satisfy herself had set her own blood to boiling, and she could feel the beginnings of desire tingling up inside the warm recesses of her excited cunt.

Osman led her to an adjoining cabin and unlocked the door. Once inside the room, he offered her a drink, which she refused, and then got down to talking business.

"First, I have to tell you that Nisli Bey has been notified of our little blonde bitch," he grinned at her, watching with secret glee as her features fell into a pained expression of betrayal.

"What! You lousy bastard!" she screamed at him before she could catch herself. Immediately she regretted her words as his eyes narrowed to angry slits in his face. "Forgive me," she added in a vain attempt to mollify him. "But you know that it's impossible for me to compete with Nisli. He's one of the richest men in Istanbul."

"Exactly," Osman gloated. "Therefore it should be obvious that you have only one advantage over him that might swing the deal in your favor." He ran his eyes hungrily over her stocking-encased thighs, exposed almost up to her crotch as she sat on the edge of the bed opposite him.

"I don't understand," she said, smiling weakly as though completely innocent of what he was thinking.

"I think you do, Madame Afet," he growled. "For you, I might sell this American for only slightly more than the regular price, but only if you please me as part of the bargain." He stood up and glared at her with an obscene leer on his face, waiting for her answer as though he didn't really care what it was.

Afet stared at him for a long time, unwilling to admit that he had her in a position where she had no more power over him. For the first time, he had gained the upper hand with her, and she didn't like the feeling at all. Finally, thinking that time was more important than ever now that she knew Nisli was on his way, she sighed heavily and stood up. She slowly began to remove her clothes, lifting her sheath-like dress over her head and throwing it carelessly onto the chair beside the bed.

Then she stood before the gloating Turk in nothing but her black nylon bikini panties and brassiere, feeling more degraded and humiliated than ever before in her life – even worse than that day so long ago when she has been raped by soldiers during the civil war in her native Anatolia. She felt dirty and used under Osman's relentless grinning gaze, and she decided to pursue the last part of the bargain before he had forced her to submit to his depraved demands and could then deny her the prize and laugh in her face. She knew him well enough to be sure that he would stand up to whatever he had agreed to in advance – especially since she was one of his best customers. That wealthy Nisli would only come through when the girl was as perfect as the blonde locked in the cabin next door; Osman was smart enough to know that he couldn't turn his back on Afet completely, even though this time he could make things tough for her.

"All right," she sighed heavily. "I'll do whatever you want. But first, let's come to an agreement about the girl."