Turkish Terror
by Unknown


CHAPTER ONE 

Jodie McNeill put her hand over her mouth and yawned tiredly as the line 
inched forward. The worst part about travel, she thought, was the damned 
airports. Not that she should complain with all the delays in American 
airports, but she couldn't help feeling somewhat contemptuous about many of 
the poorly laid out and serviced airports elsewhere. 

Ankara wasn't so bad, she decided. At least, not compared to some of the 
third world airports she'd been to. She'd been given permission by her 
parents, and the funds, which were just as important, to take a whirlwind 
world tour before returning to college this fall. 

Now she was almost finished. She'd been all through Europe, West and East, 
except for the Mediterranean countries, and then flown to Asia, before 
returning to the Middle-East, and finally Turkey, Greece, and southern 
France. 

Turkey had been interesting, but decidedly on the boring side when it came 
to night life. She was looking forward to the night clubs and beaches of 
Athens and the Riviera. She'd even convinced herself, almost, to try and go 
topless on the beaches there. 

She wasn't sure if she'd have the guts to go through with it. Every time she 
thought about taking off her top in public, or worse yet, her bottom, she 
flushed red, both with embarrassment and a kind of dark sexual excitement. 

Despite her knowledge that there was nothing wrong with doing as the natives 
did, and the knowledge that there would be plenty of Greek, French, and 
other women on the beach in similar dress, she still had that silly old 
fashioned American taboo against nudity. 

Nobody would stare at her; she'd be part of the normal beach scene. 
Intellectually, she knew this. Emotionally, she knew that everybody would be 
pointing and staring, and thinking she was some kind of crazy exhibitionist. 

She'd only been naked outside two or three times in her life, and always 
alone, well, except for that one time with Jerry Taggart. That had been the 
two of them making love on his balcony in the middle of the night. The other 
two times had just been skinny dipping at a lake in Colorado, where she 
lived. 

She kicked her bags forward another foot as the line moved up. She wasn't 
overly shy, not shy at all really, but taking it all off in front of 
everyone was a frightening idea, even if all the girls were similarly nude. 
She shouldn't be embarrassed, she told herself. Hell, from the looks of the 
girls in her P.E. classes the last few years, her body was better than most. 

She wasn't any blonde goddess of course, though her hair was a very light 
colored blonde. It was short and rather thin, she thought. She never 
bothered much with it but it still looked rather attractive, coming down to 
just about her collar and parted on the left to curve diagonally across her 
forehead just above her eyes. 

Her face was nice, nothing to worry the models, but nice, sweet, one friend 
had called it, with a small button nose that had a sprinkling of freckles 
still over the bridge. Her eyes were wide and bright blue, sparkling when 
she laughed. 

She was normal height, a bit petite, but all the curves were there, 
including her bust, which wasn't too big or too small. Her breasts were 
high, and firm, and perfectly rounded, with delicate pink nipples in the 
exact center of each. 

Some of the girls she knew claimed their breasts weren't at all sensitive, 
but with her it was different. She knew from experience that a boy who knew 
how to knead and caress them could really turn her hot. Her nipples were 
incredibly responsive to stimulation, becoming hot, hard, and tender when 
worked on. 

Long ago, she'd decided she would remain a virgin until she was married. It 
hadn't worked, largely because of her breasts. Like all teenage girls, she'd 
dated, and undergone her share of touchie-feelies. Hell, if you were older 
than twelve and wouldn't even let a boy feel your boobs you were considered 
a prude. 

That had been her downfall. Most boys were very rough, and squeezed her 
boobs so hard she usually felt pain rather than arousal. Then she'd gone out 
with Mike Cooper. When Mike had gotten into her blouse, he'd revealed 
himself to be far more knowledgeable. 

He'd caressed them slowly and gently, his thumb and finger delicately 
rubbing and pinching her nipples hard. She'd been so excited that she hadn't 
stopped him from going much further than she usually allowed guys. She'd let 
him unbutton her shirt completely and then suckle on her nipples. 

Within a minute of him getting his lips around her little red buds, she was 
lost completely. She had been unable and unwilling to resist as he had 
pushed his luck, squeezing her crotch, then getting his hand down them, then 
opening her pants and pulling them down and off. 

Even as he'd positioned himself between her spread legs, she'd wanted to 
stop him, been hugely embarrassed at what he was doing and seeing, but been 
unable to convince her rapturous body to resist. 

And so he'd taken her cherry. She'd climaxed almost as soon as his cock had 
touched her pussy lips. He'd found a tight, but well lubricated sheath for 
his organ, and had pushed through her hymen and buried himself inside her. 

She'd cum again as he pumped her, then had been so excited that after he'd 
cum, she'd sucked him erect and then let him take her again, this time on 
her knees like a dog, then she'd cum a third time, as her breasts wobbled 
and jiggled beneath her and his hands had squeezed them tightly. 

They had broken up after a few weeks and she'd started dating again. Just as 
before most boys didn't know what to do with breasts and squeezed hers as if 
they were testing melons in the supermarket. Then she'd run into a guy who 
was gentler and once more had been overcome with arousal and let him fuck 
her. 

That had been the way of her life so far. She hadn't had many guys, exactly 
four in fact. That was the total number of all the boys she'd dated who knew 
what to do with girls' breasts. Now the thought of baring her breasts on a 
public beach in front of who knew how many men was making her pussy wet and 
hot. 

She pushed her bags forward again. Now she was only a couple of people down 
from the counter. She remembered the first time she'd skinny dipped. It had 
been at the lake. She'd woken in the middle of the night and gone out there 
in jeans and blouse, with no underwear. 

She'd been planning on doing it for weeks, and finally worked up the 
courage. It had been so incredibly daring and arousing! Taking off her 
clothes, she had imagined watchers behind every bush and tree. Then she'd 
slid into the cover of the water, her warm, soft skin caressed by the cool 
liquid. 

She'd slid through the water as it had slithered like feathers along her 
flesh, making her hot and cold simultaneously. Immediately after, she'd gone 
back home, gotten into bed, and jerked off several times. 

The next time she'd been even braver and more daring. She'd lain on the 
beach with her legs spread wide, and as the moon lit the area fully, she'd 
diddled herself and cum furiously. 

As she had relaxed though in the warm afterglow, she'd heard the bushes 
rustling out beyond the beach. She'd jumped up, grabbed her clothes and dove 
into the bushes just before half a dozen guys had come out of the woods on 
the far side. 

They hadn't seen her. They went up to the edge of the water, stripped and 
dove in themselves. She'd watched, her body shaking with adrenalin and the 
sudden shock and fear that had blown through her when she'd heard them. 

That had been the last time she'd dared skinny dip. The thought of what 
would have happened had the boys, a couple of whom she knew, showed up five 
minutes earlier made her shake whenever she thought about it. 

It wasn't just that they might have raped her. More than that was that they 
would have caught her doing there, and the mortification she would have had, 
especially if they blabbed it all over school. 

Again, she pushed her bags forward. Now she was next to be served, if that 
was what it was called. There was a businessman in front of her. She watched 
idly as the customs man opened his bags and poked his hands through them, 
pulling things apart as he searched for weapons and drugs and who knew what 
else. 

It made her grateful she'd listened to her friend Sandra and gotten all new, 
rather bland underwear. She didn't need some hairy middle-aged man pulling 
out her string bikini panties and thongs and sliding his hands through them. 
She'd brought nothing in the way of sexy lingerie with her. She wasn't 
planning on anyone seeing her undressed anyway, except maybe at the beach. 

Then it was her turn finally. The man looked at her suspiciously, the kind 
of look all young people seemed to get at airports, she'd found. He opened 
her bag and began to sort through it. Everything was packed neatly and 
tidily, or was. In a matter of minutes it was a jumbled mess. 

He closed her suitcase and then opened the other, tearing it apart as well. 
He found a bottle of pills and his eyes lit up. 

"Those are prescription pills for my air sickness," she said. "There's a 
prescription right there in that pocket." 

He wasn't listening, though. Two big and very ugly looking policemen came 
over and the three of them talked as the customs man held up the pills. She 
tried to tell them again what the pills were for but either they didn't 
speak English or didn't want to listen. 

In short order she found herself hustled into a back room with her bags. 
There another customs man, the two policemen, and an enormous fat woman in 
uniform all watched as her bags were torn apart. She tried to reach in and 
grab the prescription note herself but was roughly shoved away. 

They used knives to cut into the sides of her suitcases, sprayed out the 
shaving cream in her little can to see if there was anything else there, ran 
metal detectors over every piece of clothing she owned, and broke open her 
radio and camera. 

She stood back against the wall, glaring in frustration. Then the customs 
man pulled a clear plastic bag of white powder out of his pocket and held it 
up with a shout. He talked furiously, pointing to the open back of the 
camera and then shoving the bag in there and pulling it out again, obviously 
claiming he'd found it there. 

"Hey! Wait a second!" she cried, jumping forward. 

The matron woman grabbed her by the arm and jerked her back, her fingers 
crushing her wrist in a steel hard grip. 

"That's not mine! You took that out of your pocket you bastard! 

"One of the policemen turned and yelled savagely at her, holding his finger 
under his nose. She again started to say something and he drew his hand back 
to strike her. She got the message and shut up. The customs man continued to 
sort through her things but found nothing more. 

Jodie was pulled into another room with the Matron woman. There was another 
large woman there. Neither of them appeared to speak English as they 
confronted Jodie. The first one started to talk, gesticulating with her 
hands. Jodie looked back blankly and shrugged. 

The woman frowned and then reached forward and began unbuttoning Jodie's 
blouse. Jodie jerked back, her hands going to her shirt. The woman yelled at 
her and made a ripping motion, showing what she'd do if Jodie didn't strip. 

Jodie swallowed nervously, then began to unbutton her blouse. She unbuttoned 
it to the waist, then pulled the tails out of her shirt and finished undoing 
it, finally pulling it off over her shoulders. The first matron took it and 
began searching through it, looking for hidden pockets or something. 

Jodie kicked off her shoes and then pulled open her belt, unclipped her 
jeans and pulled the zipper down. She slid the jeans down over her hips, 
down her legs, then stood on one foot at a time as she pulled them off. 

The second woman took them and she too began to search through the material 
carefully. Jodie was now standing in bra and panties. The first woman 
finished with her shirt and gestured for Jodie to continue. Jodie blushed, 
but knew she had no choice. 

She reached behind her and unclipped her bra, slowly pulling the straps 
forward off her shoulders, then pulling the bra free as she covered her 
breasts with her arm. She handed the bra to the matron, who poked through 
the cups. 

When she finished, she yelled at Jodie, apparently because she hadn't taken 
off her panties yet. Jodie sighed and slid the panties down and off, then 
stood there in the nude. One hand was across her breasts, the other down her 
belly, hand cupping her crotch. 

The women would have none of that however. The first one pulled Jodie's 
hands free, jerking them up above her head and pointing angrily for Jodie to 
keep them there. Then her hands hand slid onto Jodie's breasts. Jodie 
swallowed nervously as she watched the woman's hands slid back and forth 
along the lower edge of her breasts. 

The woman made a comment to the other one, who smirked and sniggered, and 
Jodie blushed more deeply, filled with humiliation as the woman's hands 
cupped her breasts and squeezed them up and together in a blatantly sexual 
way. She felt her throat tighten and started to drop her hands, to push the 
woman away. 

The other woman snarled at her in Turkish, jerking her hands back up and 
pinning them behind her head. The first woman then smirked more deeply, her 
eyes moving up and down Jodie's body. She caught Jodie's nipples between her 
blunt, pudgy fingers, and rolled and twisted them, then pinched them both 
hard enough that she moaned and gasped as the two women sniggered. 

She drew back and the other shoved Jodie against the wall, kicking her legs 
apart with a snarl and forcing her into the classic police frisk pose. Jodie 
heard a snapping sound and turned her head to see the second matron with a 
plastic glove over her hand. 

Her already reddened skin turned even darker as the woman stepped behind her 
and pushed hard on her back, forcing her to bend over much further. Then she 
felt fat fingers at her vaginal lips. They thrust up into her with little 
gentleness, forcing the tight lips of her sex in and apart. 

Jodie repressed a cry of pain, gritting her teeth as the woman's fingers 
pushed deeper into her dry pussy tube. She felt them twist and turn inside 
her, pushing from side to side, bruising the soft, tender flesh within her. 
They probed every inch of her they could reach, twisting and turning, 
jamming ever deeper as the two women made sniggering comments to each other. 

The woman thrust a third finger inside her, pushing them in and out. She 
gripped Jodie's hair and pushed her mouth next to her ear, whispering 
something which caused the other woman to laugh out loud. 

Her face burning, Jodie fought to keep from crying as the woman's harsh 
fingers thrust up into her again and again. A fourth finger was added, and 
she groaned, but the woman only slapped her bottom hard, causing her to cry 
out in pain. 

Again she sneered something in Turkish, and again the other woman laughed. 
The four fingers, formed into a tight wedge, thrust up hard and deep, 
twisting and turning as the woman leered at her. Finally, with Jodie moaning 
and her pussy throbbing and aching, she drew the fingers slowly out and 
Jodie felt one pressing against her wrinkled little anal opening. 

Even more humiliation awaited her, and Jodie's face flamed as she felt the 
woman's finger pushing into her there. Again there was pain, a hot burning 
ache as first one finger, then two, then three pumped in and out of her, 
probing and twisting and turning within her rectal cavity. 

Finally they were withdrawn and Jodie heaved a sigh of relief, aware, at 
last, that her face was coated with perspiration, the soft flesh of her body 
damp and clammy. The woman shouted and slapped her bottom, then drew her 
around. 

The two women smirked at her and Jodie glared, enraged by the misuse of her 
body. "You fucking whores," she hissed. "You just fucking wait. Dirty queer 
bitches. When I report you to..." 

She got no further as one of the women abruptly slapped her hard - on the 
breast. Jodie cried out in shock, staggering back and clasping her smarting 
breast, stunned by the violence, especially directed against her breast. The 
two women smiled grimly at her, then both took an arm and jerked her 
forward, slamming her belly down over the low, dirty table. 

"Ow! Don't! Let me go!" she cried. She didn't know what was happening. She'd 
thought the search was over. Could they speak English after all? 

One of the women gripped her behind the neck, forcing her to remain in 
place, and her knee casually jammed in between Jodie's legs, forcing her 
left leg far to the side. The other woman did the same from the other side, 
forcing her right leg far apart. She had to rise onto her toes to keep 
contact with the floor at all, and when she moaned and tried to rise the 
woman pinning her head down casually gripped her wrists and forced them 
behind her head, holding them there easily with her big, calloused hands. 

Jodie felt something pressing against her pussy lips again, but this wasn't 
fingers. 

She turned to see what was happening and one of the women cuffed her sharply 
in the side of the head, but not before she saw what was in the other 
woman's hand. It was powder, white powder wrapped tightly in clear plastic 
so that it was shaped like a long, thick cylinder. 

She shouted and tried to pull away but the woman holding her easily 
restrained her. Nor could the blonde girl close her legs, which were spread 
wide, leaving her sex helpless. The soft plastic tube was forced deeper 
within her body. She could feel inch after inch sliding through her 
straining pubic lips and up into the confines of her soft, elastic pussy 
tunnel. 

She whimpered in pain, trying to reach behind her, trying to close her legs. 
But she was helpless as the powder filled bag was jammed high into her 
pussy, and harsh fingers jabbed at its base until her aching pussy lips 
closed behind it. 

That wasn't the end however. She felt the same plastic pushing against her 
anus. Again the women held her easily in place, her legs spread, while the 
tube of plastic powder was jammed into her again and again, forcing her 
sphincter to give way, thrusting higher and higher into her rectum until her 
belly began to cramp and ache. When her anal opening closed finally, the 
women muttered to themselves in satisfaction. Jodie felt her pussy squeezed, 
then yelped as her bottom was slapped sharply. 

They jerked her to her feet then and one of them shoved her panties into her 
hands and gave a command. Jodie stared at her, then tried to put her hands 
to her groin. She received a slap to the breast again and the other woman 
jerked her head back by the hair, hissing something menacing into her ear. 

Jodie sobbed in pain and shock as she was released. She was totally unused 
to violence of any kind and had no idea how to respond to these big, cruel 
women. 

The woman shoved her panties at her again and growled something 
incomprehensible. Jodie slowly pulled them on. She put on her pants, and top 
and shoes and the woman pulled her out of the room. She was led down a hall 
to a far door where the two cops waited. 

They cuffed her hands behind her and led her outside and into the back of a 
police car. Neither of them spoke English, at least, not to her. She was 
driven into the city and up an alleyway behind a building. 

They took her into the building up some stairs and into a dirty hallway 
where they all waited for over two hours. Jodie's insides cramped and ached. 
She felt bloated and miserable with the large amount of powder inside her 
lower body. 

Finally the cops led her inside and up to what seemed to be a judge. One cop 
held her while the other talked to the judge, showing him the bag of powder 
the customs man had pretended to find in her camera. She wasn't given an 
opportunity to talk as the judge replied. She was simply taken away. 

"But I didn't do anything!" she wailed. 

"You will be given an opportunity to speak to a lawyer," the judge called. 
"and to convince a judge of that at your trial." 

"But they're trying to frame me!" she cried. 

She was ignored, the policeman leading her away from the uninterested judge. 
She was taken to the basement of the building and flung into a large holding 
cell that held ten other women, none of whom, so far as she could tell, 
spoke English. 

She waited there for another hour before all of them were herded out and 
into the back of a truck. Then there was a long, bumpy ride in the back of 
the truck which lasted over an hour before they pulled to a stop. 

The rear doors of the truck swung open, revealing a grim array of uniformed 
people, both men and women. They started yelling and motioning at the women 
in the truck, who hurriedly began to pile out. Jodie and the others moved in 
a single line past the guards and through a small steel door set in the side 
of a tall windowless stone building. 

They all marched down a narrow, ice cold corridor, over stone floors and 
between stone walls, until coming out into a large room where more guards 
waited. These were female guards, all lined up beside the far wall. One of 
them was slightly in front of the others and she yelled something out in 
Turkish. 

The prisoners began to strip off their clothes. Jodie nervously followed 
suit, worried about what would happen if they found what she was certain 
were drugs on her. When they were all naked, the guards lined them up 
shoulder to shoulder and the woman who seemed to be in charge gave some kind 
of speech. 

Jodie shivered in the cold damp air, her legs tight together as she clamped 
down on her pussy muscles. She knew the plastic bag was too big to simply 
slip out but was paranoid about it anyway. Finally they were led away, half 
pushed, half dragged down a corridor to a large shower room. 

Jodie began to follow the other girls into the shower room when her arm was 
grabbed and she was pulled aside. A large, fat, nasty looking woman with a 
big mole on her cheek sneered something in her face, then said something to 
the guards next to her. They grinned and nodded as Jodie was pulled away 
into a small room. 

As soon as the door was closed she was shoved hard against the wall and her 
legs kicked aside. The woman's hand jammed in between her pussy lips and 
fished for the end of the plastic bag, then caught at it and slowly, as she 
muttered with effort, managed to work around the thick, blunt end, grip 
hold, and tug it bit by bit down past Jodie's taut pussy lips. Jodie moaned 
and whimpered in pain, almost pulled off her feet as the big plastic bag was 
tugged and jerked back and down from her tight pussy. 

The woman cursed and shoved her forward against the wall, jerking the last 
of the plastic from her pussy. She pulled Jodie's hair, forcing her to bend 
far over, and again kicked her legs apart. Jodie knew what she wanted and 
complied, whimpering in pain and anxiety. 

The woman's fingers jammed into her anus, fishing for the plastic bag there. 
She had even more difficulty and finally went to the door, calling to 
someone. Another woman came in, and Jodie burned with humiliation as the two 
moved behind her, speaking to each other in Turkish. Then she felt fingers 
at her opening, fingers slowly working into her and then pulling her open. 

She gasped as she felt her anus being forced farther and farther apart, 
fingers grasping the edges on four sides, forcing the tight ring to split 
open. Then fingers pushed up inside her and gripped for the tube once again, 
catching at it and dragging it slowly backwards. 

Tears of pain and humiliation filled the young woman as her anus burned and 
ached. The harsh fingers holding her open were cold and unrelenting as the 
plastic, inch after inch, was tugged and jerked down her anal tube and 
slowly out of her body. The long, fat plastic bag slid out of Jodie's rectum 
inch by inch until the woman had it all. She shoved it into another plastic 
bag, along with the first one then closed it and hid it under her jacket. 

She jerked up on Jodie's hair then and pulled her erect. Suddenly Jodie was 
looking up at the sharp end of a knife, which the woman held right under her 
nose. Then there was a sharp pain and the woman put the knife away. Jodie 
felt blood trickling down from her nose and put her hand up to cup her 
wounded flesh. 

The woman's fist lashed out and slammed into Jodie's belly, knocking the air 
out of her and doubling her over in pain. She grabbed Jodie's arm and hauled 
her back out the door and down the corridor to the shower room, throwing her 
forward and leaving. 

The other guards saw the gasping, bloody nosed girl and grinned to each 
other, taunting her for her insolence. They shoved her into the shower room, 
where most of the women had already finished and were drying themselves. 

One of the guards pushed Jodie against the hard stone wall and said 
something which Jodie didn't understand, then she grabbed Jodie's wrists and 
pulled them high into the air, pulling her hands away as Jodie kept her 
hands in the air. 

A woman moved forward and sprayed something fouls smelling up and down 
Jodie's body, leaving a wet mist on her skin. The other guard circled her 
finger, indicating Jodie should turn around. She did and more of the stuff 
was sprayed on her back. 

Then she was taken to a table and pushed back across it on her back. Her 
legs were spread wide apart and another woman moved between them with a 
buzzing instrument. It was a shaver and within seconds Jodie's golden fur 
had disappeared, leaving only stubble behind. 

The woman made an adjustment on her shaver and ran it up and down between 
Jodie's groin again. Jodie's skin burned and smarted from the sharp, 
close-cutting pressure. When the woman pulled away, Jodie had barely a trace 
of pussy hair left. 

They pulled her off the table and shoved her towards multiple showerheads. 
Jodie staggered over to them, letting the water pour down on her as she held 
her belly and fought off nausea. The guards' voices snapped at her and she 
grabbed some soap and began to clean herself as the women watched. 

She was so dazed, she forgot to take off her glasses and they were soaked, 
almost blinding her. She had no place to put them, however, and was forced 
to keep them on. 

She was mortified, from the use of her body as some kind of storage area for 
drugs, from the awful shaving of her pussy, and from taking a shower while 
at least half a dozen clothed women watched, most of them seemingly looking 
at her, and her horribly bald and revealing pussy mound. 

But there didn't seem to be any alternative. There were two other women 
finishing up their showers, one about fifty, and the other a fat blubbery 
peasant woman. Both of them had shaved pussies too and Jodie thought it must 
be for some sort of sanitary reason. 

Then they were gone and Jodie was alone with several guards impatiently 
watching. She hurriedly finished up and stepped out of the water. One of the 
guards pointed at a table which held towels and she quickly picked one up 
and began to dry herself and her glasses. 

They gave her little time, yelling at her to hurry up and then grabbing her 
and pulling her out of the room, still half wet as she rubbed the small, 
rough towel over her body. They went down the corridor further, just her and 
two guards. 

After a ten minute quick march, she was led into another big room, this one 
had a series of tables side by side. The last two women from the showers 
were just walking out a door at the far side of the room as she entered. The 
two guards shoved her against the first table where a short, stumpy woman 
glared at her, then pushed an empty box into her arms. 

She moved down the line as the woman picked up articles of clothing, bras 
and panties, jumpsuits, shoes and socks, and then toiletries and sheets and 
blankets. By the time she reached the far door, her box was packed with 
stuff and she was quick marched along through yet another corridor. 

Finally they led her into a long dormitory-like room with single cots 
running in rows along the walls. The other women were all there, putting 
their things away and getting dressed as Jodie was pulled to a cot by the 
door and let go. 

There were about forty cots in the room, twenty on each side. There was a 
foot locker in front of each bed and a small table separating the beds. 
There were no windows in the concrete walls and the roof was a maze of pipes 
and wires above them. 

She dumped her box on the bed and sat down heavily. One of the guards 
yelled, pointing at her with one of the long canes they carried. Jodie 
looked up blankly. 

"Stand up!" the girl next to her hissed. 

Jodie stood up shakily and the woman stopped yelling. 

"Thank God someone speaks English," Jodie moaned, looking at the woman 
gratefully. 

She was a short, dark complexioned woman in her late twenties. Her hair was 
long and black and her body very thin beneath her jumpsuit. 

"Get dressed quickly and put your things away." The woman frowned, nodding 
at the box. 

Jodie upended the box and pulled out the panties, stepping into them. They 
were rough and cheap, but at least covered her as she pulled them up. The 
bra was huge, more like a halter, though it was tight enough. 

Neither could remotely be termed lingerie. 

She pulled the jumpsuit out and stepped into it. The legs were tight and got 
tighter as she pulled it up over her hips. It was soon obvious the thing was 
a size or two too small. She had to strain to get her shoulders into it, 
then pulled hard on the zipper, trying to work it closed. 

"This is too small," she complained. 

"Don't complain about it now," the other woman said. "They don't want to 
hear complaints. You can trade with someone else later." 

Jodie grunted and cursed as she worked the zipper up inch by inch, finally 
drawing closed the front of the garment and pulling the zipper up past her 
breasts. 

It was hard to breath in the thing, and she was afraid she'd tear it by 
simply moving. It squeezed tightly on every part of her anatomy, flattening 
her breasts and splitting her pussy lips with its crotch. 

Not knowing what else to do, she put the rest of her things in the foot 
locker, then stood at the foot of her bed like the rest of the women. A pair 
of guards marched up the length of the room, staring at them all, then 
nodded grumpily and left. 

CHAPTER TWO 

The woman on her left was Jasim, whose husband had been a politician. She 
was arrested on trumped up charges, probably as a warning to any other 
politicians who wanted to cause trouble. On her right was an Arab woman 
arrested for smuggling drugs. Her name was Arisea. She was Jodie's age, but 
had apparently been in prisons before, as had Jasim. 

"This isn't such a bad place," Jasim said. "I've been to Penkly prison and 
that's much worse. At least there aren't many rats here, well, not on four 
legs anyway." 

Arisea snickered and nodded. "You should see prisons in Iran." she said. 
"Those are really bad." 

"I don't plan on staying long," Jodie said. 

"You don't have any choice, Yanquee," Jasim grinned. 

"I'm sure the American embassy will get me out," she said. 

"Fat chance of that, baby," Jasim said. "They don't care a damn about you 
unless you're a big shot. Is your father a big shot?" 

"Well, no. But that doesn't matter in my country." 

Jasim laughed loudly and shook her head. 

"I've been to the West, stupid. I've been to America. I know what matters 
and its money. They won't do anything for you, believe me." 

"They will! I didn't do anything!" 

"So what? Everybody says they didn't do anything. They'll tell you to get a 
lawyer, that's all." 

"But... but, my country..." 

"Doesn't care a damn about you, stupid girl! They aren't going to cause a 
fuss because some silly American girl wanted to smuggle drugs." 

"But I didn't!" 

"They won't believe you." 

"Don't I get a trial or something?" 

"Sure. You'll get a trial, in a year or so. Good luck at it too." 

"But..." She looked around in horror. "I can't stay here!" 

Jasim and Arisea laughed together. 

"I have to get back to school! I don't want to stay here! I didn't do 
anything!" she cried, her voice rising as she finally became aware of the 
possibility that she might be stuck here, not for a few days or weeks, but 
for months and even years. 

"Hissst! Keep your voice down or you'll bring the guards in!" Jasim hissed. 

Jodie dropped her head back against the wall, her glasses misting over. 

"You'd better get used to this place, honey. You probably gonna be here for 
a few years anyway," Jasim said. "And that's if you get real lucky." 

"But I didn't do anything," Jodie whimpered. 

"You came to this crummy country," Arisea sighed. "That's enough." * * * * * 
Bob McNeill slammed his fist against the desk and glared at the man 
furiously. "I don't want to hear any more of this shit!" he yelled, his 
voice loud enough to draw stares from all around the huge room. 

The man at the little desk looked over the little wall separating his desk 
from the ones around it and grimaced. He gazed at the clock, then turned 
back to Bob. 

"I'm sorry, Mister McNeill, but there's nothing we can do. She was arrested 
with cocaine. She will have to go through the Turkish justice system the 
same as any other prisoner." 

"That's bullshit! My daughter wouldn't have anything to do with drugs!" 

"Parents are always the last to know," the man said, feigning sympathy. 

"Bullshit!" McNeill slammed his fist on the desk again. 

"She'll have an opportunity at her trial to defend herself, of course." 

"And when the hell will that be?" 

"Well, the Turkish system is slow of course, something like our own." He 
smiled benignly. "It will probably be a year or two before her case comes to 
trial." 

"A year or two!? You're saying she has to stay in a God damned Turkish 
prison for years!?" 

"I'm afraid so. The Turks don't have our liberal bail laws, and eve if they 
did, I seriously doubt your daughter would be eligible since the likelihood 
of her fleeing is so great." 

"Can't you get her out?" 

"Turkey is an independent nation, Mister McNeill," he said, frowning in 
disapproval. "We can no more interfere in their judicial system then they 
can in ours. Your daughter committed... allegedly committed a crime and 
she'll just have to face the punishment. Our role is limited strictly in 
seeing that she is treated no differently than other prisoners. No better 
perhaps, but no worse." 

"You mean they can torture her all they want, so long as they do the same to 
their people?!" 

"Now, now. You've been reading the newspapers, haven't you?" he smiled, 
wagging his finger. "That's mostly political prisoners. She should be all 
right. Turkey is our ally, you know" 

"Well that's real fucking reassuring!" 

"Please watch your language, Mister McNeill." he snapped. 

McNeill stormed out of the building, cursing bureaucrats down to their 
umpteenth ancestors and trying to figure out how he was going to get Jodie 
out of some stinking Turkish prison before somebody killed her. 

The only thing he could think of was to call his brother-in-law, a real 
piece of work, Jim was, the last person you ever wanted to show up on your 
doorstep, the last person you wanted around your kids, especially if they 
were girls. 

He was also, unfortunately, the only person Rob could thing of that might 
know some way of getting Jodie home. Hell, the bastard had managed to keep 
himself out of prison for the past twenty years, and that was a helluva 
feat, considering he'd been smuggling and selling every illegal product 
known to man since he was a kid. 

The guy was also a drunk, a brawler, and a crude, ignorant pig who thought 
women were for fucking and cooking. It was debatable whether Jodie would 
rather stay in prison than owe her freedom to her "uncle Jim". But he had no 
choice. * * * * * Jodie's second day at the prison started like the first, 
with a shower. This time the room was packed with women, while only one 
guard watched carelessly from the far doorway. Jodie was still embarrassed 
and shy, and tried to stay as far from the others as possible, which wasn't 
far since they were all packed in tightly. 

When her bare behind had pushed against the bottom of another woman, she'd 
jumped as if scalded, and turned seven shades of red. She'd turned quickly 
away, her arms up in front of her chest as she sought to keep some measure 
of modesty in the communal shower room. 

The woman, a big, muscular woman with short black hair, had turned around 
and leered at her, then her right hand had shot out and jammed up against 
Jodie's buttocks, squeezing her bottom tightly as she said something in a 
foreign language. 

Jodie jerked away and the woman laughed and went back to showering herself. 

Breakfast was in a huge cafeteria where long tables sat twenty women for the 
awful tasting meal of thick bread and some sort of gruel-like porridge. 
After that was exercise, then work. Work consisted of moping floors, doing 
laundry and doing farm work. By lunch, Jodie was exhausted. She managed to 
eat her terrible smelling food very fast, only gagging a few times. 

Then it was back to work again, stooping and pulling weeds through the long 
rows of crops until she almost dropped. Dinner was a thin soup and water and 
crackers, after which they were allowed a whole hour before lights out. 

She was gloomily sitting back on her bed, her back against the wall, 
thinking about home, when three women came sauntering through the room. They 
stopped at several of the bunks, talking to the occupants, then moved on, 
until they saw Jodie. 

One of the women came over and sat next to Jodie on the bunk. Jodie turned 
and stared at her in surprise and worry. The woman looked mean and tough. 
She had a thin slash of a mouth in her big, wide face. Her thin hair looked 
like it was cut with a knife. 

She was wearing jeans and a tank top, and her muscles bulged as she slid her 
arm up around Jodie's shoulder. Jodie tried to pull away but the woman only 
laughed mockingly. Her thick hand seized Jodie by the back of the neck and 
jerked her head back. 

She said something, but Jodie didn't know what it was. "She said you're 
pretty," Jasim said, worriedly. 

"Tell her to fuck off!" Jodie gasped, struggling against the woman's hold on 
her neck. 

"Watch what you say, girl. That's Nirie. She's a bad one. She can hurt you 
bad!" 

"What does she want?" Jodie gulped. 

Jasim asked and the woman laughed loudly. She pulled Jodie's head back up 
and jerked her around so they were face to face, their noses only an inch 
away. Then Nirie mashed her lips down against Jodie's, her tongue stabbing 
between her lips. 

Jodie was so astonished she didn't do anything. By the time she'd recovered, 
Nirie had pulled her mouth away and was leering at her. She reached forward 
and put her right hand on Jodie's left breast, cupping her through the thin 
t-shirt she wore. Jodie tried to shove her hand away, but then Nirie gripped 
her hair and jerked her head up and back again. 

"She says, don't be snotty," Jasim said. 

Nirie babbled some more. 

"She says, you're a pretty little virgin girl." 

"I... I'm not a virgin..." Jodie protested. 

"She doesn't mean that." 

Then Nirie let her go, standing up and sauntering out the door with her 
friends. 

"Stay the hell away from that one, girl. She's bad, bad stuff," Jasim 
sighed. Jodie was busy wiping her mouth with her arms. 

"I don't intend to have anything to do with her," Jodie sniffed, glaring at 
the empty door. 

"You just better hope you got the choice, girl," Jasim said. "I give you a 
warning though. If she tells you do something, you do it. She's killed women 
here, and she don't care if she kills more." 

The lights went out and Jodie curled up under her small blanket and tried to 
sleep. She tossed and turned for hours before her eyes finally started to 
shut for good. Then suddenly, there was something over her mouth. Her eyes 
ripped open and she stared in terror at the blackness around her. 

There were arms, hands on her. Her arms were pinned to her side as she was 
pulled out of her bed. She struggled against the tight grip on her limbs as 
she was carried down the aisle and out of the room. She couldn't see who had 
her, only that there were several of them. 

She was quickly carried into a small, almost empty room and thrown on a cot 
very much like her own. The door closed and the light clicked on. She sat 
up, cringing back into the corner of the bed as she looked wildly around. 

There were five women there, and all of them looked mean and tough. One of 
them was Nirie, her tattoos flexing on her shoulders as she leered down at 
Jodie. All of them were older than her, most in their thirties from the look 
of them. 

"Take off your clothes," one of them said, a smaller woman with bleached 
blonde hair. 

"No! Leave me alone!" she cried, looking around desperately. 

The woman said something to the others and they all laughed. Then she turned 
back to Jodie. 

"Take off your clothes or we'll fucking rip them off and beat the shit out 
of you!" she said. 

Jodie hadn't been involved in any kind of physical violence since grammar 
school, when Kathy Lightman had beat her up and stole her lunch money. She 
was terrified as she looked around at the mean looking women surrounding the 
bed. 

"Go away," she pleaded. 

But instead they moved forward. She tried to push them away, using her feet 
to shove back against them. She was slapped angrily, and her arms jerked 
back above her head as her feet were pulled down and jerked open. Nirie 
stuck a crude looking knife against her eye and Jodie stopped moving. 

Nirie's face was cruel and excited as she slid the tip of the knife around 
Jodie's face. Jodie's hands were pinned above her head and her legs were 
pulled wider and held tightly. Nirie slid the knife down against Jodie's 
throat and Jodie didn't breath, staring in terror, waiting for Nirie to stab 
her. 

Instead the woman grabbed her t-shirt and tore it open, then ripped her 
panties apart, leaving her naked, and spreadeagled on the bed. Nirie gazed 
down at her body with interest, watching Jodie's small nipples wobble as the 
terrified girl trembled in fear. 

Nirie was sitting on the bed next to Jodie's chest. She slid the razor sharp 
knife down along the rounded curves of Jodie's right breast, letting the 
cold steel caress her sensitive flesh. The sharp tip eased up and probed at 
her nipple, and Jodie moaned and wriggled helplessly against the arms 
holding her. 

Nirie said something in Turkish, then let the tip push harder against the 
small, pink button. Jodie felt pain mount and sobbed helplessly. 

"Nirie says you got nice nipples," the woman said. "You want to lose them?" 

Nirie pinched one nipple hard, pulling it up, stretching it out, then held 
the edge of the knife against it. 

"Please!" she gasped. "Please!" 

"You do what yer fuckin' told then," the woman said. 

Nirie folded the knife and put it into her pocket, then put her hand on 
Jodie's left breast and began to squeeze her warm flesh. Her other hand slid 
down Jodie's belly and in between her legs, squeezing her pussy mound 
tightly. 

Jodie sobbed as she felt her tender pussy lips pried open and a hard, 
demanding finger was thrust up into her body. She grunted in pain, trying to 
suppress her tears as Nirie slid her big hard finger in and out of the 
tight, dry pussy. 

"You belong to us," the short girl said then. 

Jodie looked at her in shock. 

"You know what this means? You are ours. You are our slave. We want 
something. You do it. From now on." 

Nirie was sliding a second finger into her pussy, wriggling and pushing to 
force Jodie's pubic lips further open and jam the second finger inside her. 

She started roughly pumping the two fingers in and out of Jodie's pussy, 
while her other hand continued to squeeze and knead the sensitive flesh of 
Jodie's breasts. 

Nirie stood up and slowly peeled off her jeans and top. Her breasts were fat 
and heavy, dropping downward. Her pubic hair, unlike Jodie's was not shaved 
at all, being thick and dark. She moved back to the bed and threw her right 
leg across Jodie's body, sitting down on her belly. The room was cold, but 
her body felt hot and soft against Jodie. 

She bent down and kissed Jodie, her lips harsh and demanding. Her breasts 
pressed into Jodie's, their hard nipples scratching against Jodie's 
sensitive flesh. She squeezed Jodie's breasts as she slid her lips back and 
forth across Jodie's and the frightened girl could do nothing to resist. 

The woman's fat tongue swirled around inside Jodie's mouth, almost making 
her throw up. She slid her bottom up and down on Jodie's belly, rubbing her 
hairy sex and buttocks against her. Then she slid higher, her meaty buttocks 
crushing Jodie's breasts. 

She squatted above Jodie's face, her pussy right over Jodie's mouth. Jodie 
whimpered and moaned in denial as the sex came down on her mouth and rubbed 
wetly back and forth. "Suck her off, bitch!" she heard. "Lick her cunt!" 

Someone punched her hard right in her own sex and Jodie cried out in pain. 

"Suck her off, bitch!" the woman ordered, grinding her knuckles against 
Jodie's soft, aching sex. 

Jodie stuck her tongue up against Nirie's rubbing groin and began to lick 
frantically. She'd never had any kind of sexual experience with a woman, but 
had some idea how things worked. She tried to imitate the things she 
remembered boys doing to her pussy when they ate her. 

She stuffed her tongue between the fat pussy lips, ignoring the terrible 
taste in her mouth. She slid her tongue in and out, and moved it up along 
the slit to where Nirie's clitty must be. Her tongue wriggled and danced 
furiously as Nirie ground her crotch into Jodie's face. 

Someone began to play with Jodie's sex, fingers sliding over the puffy bald 
skin, jamming into her slit, pushing up into her. Hands cupped and squeezed 
her breasts, twisting and mashing them. Her nipples were pinched and pulled 
and rolled between fingertips. 

She could taste Nirie's pussy juice as the woman started to heat up. Then 
she felt something rubbing hard against her nose and realized it was Nirie's 
clit. She seized the thing between her lips and rasped them from side to 
side as she sucked hard. Nirie groaned above her, crushing her face with her 
full weight. 

Jodie wanted to make her cum so she'd leave her alone. She kept flicking her 
tongue back and forth against the woman's clitty as she gulped down quim 
juice. Her entire face was covered with the slimy invisible potion as Nirie 
kept rubbing her crotch up and down. 

Jodie grunted in pain as someone shoved something big into her pussy. She 
felt her pussy spreading wide as the thing jammed down into her and pulled 
helplessly against the hands holding her legs wide. She couldn't even see 
what it was since her face was covered by Nirie's pussy and fat buttocks. 

The thing in her pussy was hard and smooth and thick. It forced it's way 
deeper and deeper into her body, widening her tight tube as it slid back and 
forth, actually fucking her like a cock. Nirie was rutting down against her 
face, bouncing up and down now as she grunted repeatedly in excitement. 

Then a little gush of pussy juice sprayed into Jodie's face as Nirie came. 
She let her entire weight come down on Jodie's face, her buttocks and crotch 
mashing down hard against the blonde girl as Nirie relaxed finally and 
sighed in pleasure. 

Nirie rolled over her and Jodie lay there exhaustedly, her tongue aching. 
She looked weakly down her body to see one of the women pumping what looked 
like a long round wooden cock in and out of her pussy hole. It was very 
thick and the women were watching with interest as it forced Jodie's pussy 
lips into her body, then pulled them back out again as the woman pulled the 
thing back. 

Jodie's pussy ached with miserable, burning pain, yet she could do nothing 
as the snickering women raped her with the wooden cock. Another of the women 
stripped her pants off and got on top of her, lowering her pussy atop 
Jodie's face. Jodie began to suck on this pussy too, knowing she had no 
choice. 

Each of the women took turns squatting over Jodie's face as she ate their 
pussies. Each of them took turns fucking the wooden cock in and out of her 
sore pussy tunnel. Their hands continued to fondle and squeeze and abuse her 
body as the tormented her. 

Finally, Nirie said something and they rolled Jodie onto her belly. One of 
the women sat on her back as Nirie pulled a thin, wicked looking leather 
belt from out of her jeans and folded it double. She swung it through the 
air a time or two as if testing it's balance, then advanced on Jodie. 

Jodie started crying before she'd even been hit, anticipating the pain. Then 
the belt swung down and cracked against her buttocks. She shrieked and 
cried, jerking hopelessly against their hold on her. The belt cracked down 
again, and again, and again, each time leaving an angry red line where it 
touched. 

Jodie screamed and sobbed in pain and misery as the belt flailed at her soft 
buttocks. She jerked and humped on the bed, unable to dodge or turn as the 
other laughing, cackling women held her firmly down. 

Nirie didn't stop until the blonde girl's screaming was reduced to gut 
wrenching sobs and grunts of pain with each new blow. Finally she threw down 
the belt and grabbed Jodie by the hair, jerking her up and onto her knees, 
then bending her backwards as the girl wept and trembled in pain and fear. 

She dragged Jodie down onto the cold concrete floor and pulled her face into 
her pussy as she stood there, legs straight and separated. Jodie began 
snuffling against Nirie's pussy like a dog, sucking, licking, chewing, 
nuzzling and slurping madly as she sought desperately to please the cruel 
woman. 

Nirie held her firmly by the hair as she sighed in satisfaction and let the 
blonde teenager lick her off for a second time. She ground her sex into 
Jodie's face as she came, grunting in pleasure, then tossing the girl 
backwards onto the floor. 

She lashed out then, slamming her foot into Jodie's pussy as the blonde lay 
spread-eagled on the floor. Jodie gave a great Whoof of pain and her lower 
body jerked up off the floor. She rolled over and curled into a ball, 
clutching her pussy. 

Two of the women grabbed an ankle each and lifted her upwards. They pulled 
her bottom up into the air, holding her legs wide apart as Nirie got her 
belt again. The two women were very strong. They spread Jodie's legs far 
apart, splitting them wide so they were both almost horizontal while she 
dangled below. 

Then Nirie whipped the belt straight down into Jodie's pussy. Jodie shrieked 
and jerked wildly, thrashing her upper body around on the floor as the two 
women held on tightly. Nirie brought the belt down again, and again, 
whipping furiously at Jodie's soft, pulpy pussy mound. 

"Now you see what happens when you do not do as you are told." the woman who 
spoke English said. "Next time you will know that you should do as we say. 
If you do not you will be punished worse." 

Nirie slashed the belt down a final time and then moved away, getting 
dressed. The women dropped Jodie's legs on the floor, where she curled up 
again, her trembling hands folded over her wounded pussy and crotch. * * * * 
* Rob opened the door and looked at his brother-in-law in disgust. Jim 
looked drunk again, at least, his nose was red, and he was holding a quart 
can of beer in his big beefy paw. He looked down at Rob with as little 
affection as Rob was showing towards him. 

"I got your message," he said, looking at Rob's tailored suit in disgust. He 
moved forward, pushing past him and into the house, crumbling the beer can 
and tossing it on the porch behind him. Rob glared after him and followed 
him into the living room. 

"Well?" he demanded, as Jim dropped heavily on the sofa and gazed in some 
puzzlement at the documentary on the tube. 

"What the fuck is this shit?" Jim asked, then picked up the remote and began 
changing channels. 

"I didn't call you so you could come to my house and watch TV," Rob glared. 

"Hold your water," Jim sniffed, finding an old episode of Gilligan's Island 
and stopping in satisfaction. 

"What about Jodie?" Rob demanded. 

"What about her? She's in prison, remember?" 

"Can you do anything?!" 

"Oh. Yeah, maybe. I'm flying out there tomorrow." 

"Why not today?" 

"You ever try and arrange a flight to Turkey from here? Let me tell you, 
pal, there ain't no direct routes. Takes a lot of screwing around with the 
system to get there, especially without a visa." 

"Do you think you can get her out?" 

"Oh, probably. Those fuckers are as corrupt as shit. A little Yankee money 
in the right place and I should be able to buy her out." 

"Thank God." 

"No, Thank me. Which by the way, I expect in the form of more Yankee 
dollars." 

"You're going to demand money to get your own niece out of prison?" 

"Why the fuck not? You got more than you need." 

"You're a prick, Jim." 

"Yeah, I know. I'm a poor prick too, that's why I want your money. Anyway, 
it's not like she's really my niece. She's no blood of mine. Where is Amanda 
anyway?" He looked around unconcerned. 

"Your sister is in California. I didn't want to worry her." 

"She don't know anything about the kid being in prison?" 

"No." 

"Or maybe you didn't want to admit your kid was smuggling dope?" he 
suggested slyly. 

"Jodie would never smuggle anything!" he snarled. 

"Unlike me, eh? Well, no mind. Like I said, she belongs to your first wife, 
not my sister." 

"Your sister helped raise her! She considers her, her own daughter!" 

"Good for her. But I didn't help raise nobody." 

"Thank God!" 

"So I don't see as how I'm responsible for them. You want your kid out of 
prison, you want me to risk my ass doing it, you're gonna pay." 

"How much?" 

"What do you care? All you want is your virgin princess back in one piece." 

"Are you sure you can get her out safely?" 

"Pretty sure. One way or another I'll get her out." 

"Will it take long? I hear those places are extremely dangerous." 

"Ahh, it shouldn't take more'n a few days. A week tops. She'll probably be 
okay for that long." 

"They don't.... molest these girls, do they?" 

"Molest? What the shit does that mean? You mean will some horny Turk try and 
fuck her? Probably. She'll survive though. Shit, she's eighteen or nineteen, 
right? You think she's still a virgin? Give me a break." 

"That's a pretty God damned cavalier attitude for you to take!" 

"She ain't my daughter. Anyway, face facts. She's probably got her mouth 
full of pussy by now." 

"What!?" 

"Listen Robbie baby. If she was my kid, she'd be tough and smart. Being your 
kid, she's as wimpy and weak as a kitten. She's easy meat for every horny 
butch dyke in that joint, and don't think they won't be able to see it just 
from looking at her. But like I said, she'll live. She ain't gonna die from 
sucking pussy. Otherwise I'd already be a dead man." 

He laughed loudly and wiped his nose on a seat cushion. 

"That's my daughter you're talking about you scummy bastard!" McNeill cried. 

"Just callin' em' as I sees em'. Got any beer?" 

"No!" 

"Figures." 

Jim got up and wandered out into the kitchen with McNeill following him. 

"Anyway," he continued, opening the fridge. "From what I remember, the kid 
was a real looker, though kind of brainy for me. She had a nice bod, right? 
So they'll go for her like flies to shit." 

He pulled out a bottle of Perrier water and looked at it in disgust, then 
tossed it back in. 

"So where's uh, whatsername, the girl with the big tits?" 

"If you mean Samantha, I'll thank you not to refer to her like that! She is 
my daughter after all." 

"Right, right. So where is she?" 

"She's with her mother." 

"Ahh well, then it's only you I got to look at tonight. What a waste of 
eyeballs." 

He pulled out a coke and popped it open, then wandered back into the living 
room. Rob stared up at the ceiling and counted to ten, then followed him. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Jodie walked around in a numbed daze the next day. Everyone seemed to know 
about what had happened to her. The other girls stayed away from her, not 
wanting to attract the attentions of Nirie and her friends. Jodie didn't 
know what she was going to do. 

There were only two things she could do. She could wait for night and hope 
it didn't happen again, or she could go to the officials in charge and 
complain. There were, she knew, several guards that spoke English. Perhaps 
if she told them they would remove her to some safer area, away from people 
like Nirie. 

It was a forlorn hope, however. Though she had no experience with prisons, 
she was reasonably sure that ratting on other prisoners was frowned upon, 
and would likely get her in even worse trouble than she was already in. She 
might even be... killed. 

She stood by the side of the sink, washing dishes as she thought over 
alternatives. Then a hand grabbed her bottom and squeezed tightly as Dorna, 
one of the women from the other night, came up and stood beside her, 
grinning wickedly. 

"Can't wait till tonight, right pussy?" she cackled, most of her teeth 
missing. 

She slid her hand onto Jodie's zipper and pulled it down, opening the front 
of the jumpsuit to her belly button. Her hand slid in through the opening 
and shoved down into Jodie's crotch, squeezing her pussy through her 
panties. 

"I am gonna fuck you silly," Dorna hissed into her ear, punctuating each 
word with a hard squeeze. She pulled her hand up, then slid her fingers down 
the front of Jodie's panties and right against her pussy meat. 

"Don't wear no panties tonight, bitch, or we'll make you eat em'." 

She stuck her wet tongue in Jodie's ear and wiggled it around as she stabbed 
a finger up into her pussy hole. 

The two girls on either side ignored them as Dorna continued to pump her 
pussy and lick her ear. Then she pulled out as a guard approached, grinned 
again, and sauntered down the aisle. Jodie quickly pulled her zipper back 
up, stifling a sob. 

She sat on the hard backed chair outside the assistant warden's office, her 
eyes swiveling back and forth between the guard standing in front of her and 
the receptionist talking on the telephone. She'd been sitting there for 
almost an hour, after tugging on a guard's sleeve and pleading with him to 
take her here. 

"All right ju, ju can come in now," the receptionist said, motioning her 
towards a thick wooden door. 

She stood up and walked to the door, then stopped and knocked. 

Someone said something on the other side which she took to mean, "come in". 
She did. 

The office was not much more comfortably furnished than the rest of the 
prison, though at least the floor was of wood instead of stone. A balding, 
overweight man in a cheap wrinkled suit sat behind a wooden desk. He 
motioned her forward and she went further into the room, followed by the 
guard. 

He spoke to the guard, who closed the door and stood with his back to it. 

"Very well, what is it you are here for?" the man asked, his tone bored. 

"Uh, well, you see sir, um... I... I would like to be, um, moved to some 
other area." 

"Not good enough for you, is that it? You snotty Americans all think you 
deserve special treatment," he sniffed. 

"No. It's not that sir!" 

"Well, then, what is it?" 

"There's... there's these women there, you see, and... and, well, they... 
they're going to hurt me." 

"Hurt you? Why would they want to hurt you?" 

"They, well..." She blushed and turned around, wondering if the guard spoke 
English. 

"They're homosexuals," she whispered. 

"What? Speak up?" 

"They are homosexuals, Sir." 

"Oh? So?" 

"They... they want to... to... to abuse me." 

"You mean fuck with you? They want to fuck with you?" 

"Well... yes." She blushed. 

"So what? You got something else to do?" 

"What!?" She gaped at him in shock. 

"You gonna be here for a long time. You ought to make some friends, have 
some fun, you know what I mean?" 

He puckered his lips together and then grinned. 

"But... but I don't want to!" she protested. 

"You don't like girls? You want a big cock instead? I got one here," he 
laughed, then stood up. "You don't want to lick em', tell em' you don't 
wanna lick em'." 

"But... but they hit me and kicked me an beat me with a belt!" 

"Oh, they did? Well, that is more serious. We don't want you getting all 
bruised and marked up. Somebody'll sure as hell blame us for that and then 
I'll have the God damned Yankee embassy on my neck, or worse, somebody'll 
make another fucking movie about me." 

"Huh?" 

"Take off your clothes," he ordered. 

"What? Here? In front of you?" 

"You ain't got nothing I ain't seen before, girl. I wanna see if you's 
marked up. Go on." He motioned with his hands at her. She just stood there, 
turning red. 

"You do what I tell you or sure as hell you're gonna get a beating," he 
growled. "Now get that off! I wanna see if you're marked up." 

She slowly zipped her jumpsuit down and then shrugged it off her shoulders 
and pulled it down to her feet, stepping out of each leg to stand in her bra 
and panties. 

"I don't see nothin'," he said. "Take off the rest." 

Jodie reached back and undid her bra and then let it fall off. She bent 
forward and pulled off her panties, then stood naked in front of the two 
men, who eyed her appreciatively. 

"You got a nice body. I can see why those bitches want to fuck you," he 
said. 

He walked around her, then she felt his hand on her bottom. "Hmmm," he said. 
"What'd they hit you with here?" 

"A belt," she said, her skin flaming. 

"Mmmmm, such a shame, such soft skin," he said. 

His hand slid up and down between her ass cheeks, turning the rest of her 
skin dark red in embarrassment. His hand slid down further, going between 
her legs and pushing up against her pubic mound. 

"Yes, very nice indeed!" He smiled. 

He slid his hand back and forth as Jodie stood stiffly, her chin trembling 
as she swallowed repeatedly. 

He pulled his hand away and moved around in front of her. She couldn't look 
up to meet his gaze as his eyes slid up and down her body. Then his hand 
moved onto her right breast, first cupping the round orb, squeezing it 
lightly. 

"Did they hurt your little titties?" he grinned, oozing false sympathy. 

Then his other hand slid down her belly, agonizingly slowly, it's moist, 
sweatiness leaving a damp slimy trail as it moved down between her legs and 
squeezed her pussy again. 

"I know what will make you feel better," he said. "Just get down on your 
hands and knees here and I'll take care of it right away." 

"It's all right," she said. "Forget I said anything." 

"Nonsense." 

He gripped her arm and forced her down to her knees. She was afraid to 
resist as he pushed her down onto her hands and knees on the carpet. She 
knew the guard must be staring straight down her crotch from his position 
and was mortified, whimpering and almost on the verge of tears. 

Then he knelt behind her and she heard the sound of his zipper sliding down. 
She felt his hands on her buttocks, sliding up and down and squeezing her 
soft flesh, then she felt his finger sliding along her pussy slit, running 
up and down. She gasped in pain as he thrust it forward, wriggling it up 
into her pussy. 

Then she heard his sigh of happiness. He slid his finger back out and she 
felt something thicker against her pussy. He kneed her legs apart and she 
grunted as his hands slapped her behind. Then his cock pushed against her 
pussy lips. 

He entered her with easy casualness, neither fast nor slow, simply pushing 
his cock into her like he did it every couple of minutes. She felt her pussy 
forced wide by the thick girth of his manhood as it pushed deeper into her 
body. She closed her eyes and wished he would do it and finish fast. 

But he was in no hurry. He drove his cock fully into her and began to slide 
in and out with slow humping movements of his bottom. His cock moved back 
and forth inside her pussy tube as his hands kneaded her flesh. He cupped 
her breasts and squeezed them upward into her ribs. 

His breathing came faster and faster and his hips began to slap against her 
with greater force. Her body jerked and trembled with the force of the 
impact. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as he pounded his cock-tool into 
her. 

Her buttocks took the harsh pounding of his hips, and she was jerked back 
and forth repeatedly as he skewered her with relentless thrusts. 

He grunted as he thrust, his fingers digging into her breasts, then into her 
shoulders, then her hips. 

"Wider. Spread your legs," he barked, slapping her bottom hard. 

Jodie yelped and her knees jerked apart on the dirty floor. 

His hands dug into her flanks, jerking her bottom up higher, and spreading 
her thighs further. His hard cock seemed to plunge even deeper as he picked 
up the pace, and she groaned and grunted with pain at each hard thrust. 

Her pussy sizzled with heat as his prick pistoned up and down its length, 
but it was the heat of pain not pleasure. She felt the brutal impact of his 
cock-knob against her cervix as he gasped and panted for breath, and 
clenched her teeth, mewling in self pity at her awful rape and abuse. 

She grunted audibly, over and over again in rapid fire sequence from the 
high speed drill whirring inside her. Then his prick gushed forth a long 
sticky stream of semen, spraying it down deep into her pussy-pit. 

He hummed in satisfaction and pulled his cock free of her tight grip, doing 
up his pants and standing up as she hung her head in shame and misery. He 
went around behind his desk again and sat down, going over some papers as 
she knelt there unmoving, dull eyed. He looked up in irritation then and 
motioned to the guard, who walked forward and jerked her up to her feet. 

He thrust her jumpsuit at her and she slowly put it on, then followed the 
guard out the door. 

"Come and see me again anytime, if you have any more problems," the man 
snickered. 

The guard brought her downstairs and back through the dark tunnel towards 
the cells. He stopped halfway along and twisted her around. His hands slid 
down the zipper in the front of her jumpsuit and he pushed it over her 
shoulders, turning her around again and then pulling the jumpsuit down over 
her hips, baring her bottom and pussy. 

There was a metal chest of some sort next to them and he pushed her belly 
down across it and pulled out his cock. Jodie knew it would be pointless to 
protest and simply lay there as his cock pushed against her sex. He drove it 
deep inside her and pumped into her several times, then pulled out. 

She felt his cock pressing against her tight little anus and moaned 
anxiously, new humiliation gripping her. He pressed harder, forcing her 
tight little hole open and pushing his thick cock-head into her rectum. He 
slid his hands onto her hips and held her still as he worked his cock down 
into her rectum. 

Jodie had never been sodomized before and found the very idea appalling and 
disgusting, but again, there was nothing whatever she could do. At least his 
cock didn't hurt as much as the thick plastic bag. It felt softer and did 
not threaten to tear apart her anus. 

Still, she felt a hot burning and a sharp pain in her rear as his cock moved 
back and forth in her behind. Her clothes were around her knees and she hung 
onto the steel chest as his cock pumped into her. It didn't take long, then 
he came and let her rectum suck out his juice. * * * * * Jim wiped the sweat 
off his forehead as he walked across the tarmac. He'd forgotten how hot it 
got here in Turkey. He cursed in irritation as he was delayed outside the 
terminal by a customs officer. He was allowed through then and moved into 
the terminal, which was air-conditioned, thank God. 

There was an hour's delay before he could clear customs, then he got a cab 
into town, to his old friend Murgon. Murgon wasn't home, but his present 
girl friend was. Jim looked at her with interest, but not a lot. She had a 
terrific little body but Murgon had a reputation of castrating people he 
even suspected were interested in his women. 

She didn't want to let him in but he went in and sat down anyway, opening 
the drawer of the table next to his chair and pulling out a bottle. He 
unscrewed it and took a swig as the girl stood reluctantly at the door. 
Finally she closed it and came over and sat down across from him. 

She eyed him warily as he drank and looked her up and down. 

"When's he comin' back?" he asked, in Turkish. 

"He should be home by one," she said. 

Jim checked his watch, then tried to figure the time changes. 

"What time is it?" he asked. 

She looked at him strangely, then pointed to a clock on the wall. It was 
twelve-fifteen. He reset his watch and then sat back to wait. 

An hour and a half Murgon showed up. He frowned in irritation when he saw 
Jim. 

"How come you always drink my booze and never buy any?" 

"Because I'm a cheap bastard." 

"You got that right." 

Murgon sniffed, sitting down across from him, next to his girlfriend. He 
held out his hand for the bottle, then wiped it and took a swig. 

"What you runnin?" 

"Nothing. Looking for something else." 

"Yeah? What?" 

He handed the bottle back and then slid his right hand around the girl, 
pulling her against him as he gave her a long, deep kiss. He turned back to 
Jim after running out of air and held out his left hand for the bottle. His 
right, he kept around the girl, his hand up under her right breast, 
squeezing it. 

"I Want to get a girl out of prison." 

"Yeah? Good luck." 

"Shouldn't be that hard." 

"After the last coup, they started being more careful in the prisons. They 
executed more than a hundred guards for bribery and corruption." 

"That won't make much of a difference." 

"What's she in for." 

"Drug running." 

Murgon made a face and drank another swig. 

"She American?" 

Jim nodded. 

"How long she been in?" 

"About a week." 

"Hope you don't expect her to come out a virgin." 

"Doubt she was one to begin with." 

"Well... You know where she is?" 

"Should be in the holding prison outside town. She hasn't had a trial yet." 

"What's she look like?" 

"Blonde. Wears glasses." 

Murgon rolled his eyes and grinned. 

"They gonna be havin' a lot o' fun with her." 

"Yeah, I know." 

"She won't be here in town though." 

"No?" 

"They don't keep foreigners there no more. She'll be in Neigrol or Baelog." 

"Shit. How we find out where?" 

"Money. What else?" 

"How much, you think?" 

"Ahh, not much. I know a guy who knows a guy in the police. He can get it 
from the records. I'll pay a hundred, so my friend can pay fifty." 

Jim knew that meant he'd give his friend fifty, so his friend could pay the 
cop twenty-five." He nodded. It wasn't his money. * * * * * Jodie didn't 
make any attempt to resist when they came for her that night. They led her 
down the hall to the little room again. Once again she was stripped as half 
a dozen women gathered around her. Then one of them punched her fist into 
Jodie's belly, knocking the air out of her and doubling her over. 

Nirie stood back, her eyes cold as the other women punched Jodie repeatedly, 
knocking her to the ground. Then their feet kicked out, slamming into her 
ribs, her breasts, her ass and pussy and side. She was dragged up by the 
hair, her hands pulled tightly together in front of her and tied with a 
coarse rope. 

The rope was thrown upward across a steel beam and Jodie's arms were pulled 
high above her until she was on her toes, trembling and sobbing in pain and 
fear. Nirie stepped forward and slapped her hard in the face. 

She said something and another girl interpreted. 

"You stupid whore!" she hissed. 

"You think you can go to the prison officials and be protected from me?" 

She slapped her face again, and then again. 

"I can do anything I want to you, slut! Nobody's gonna give a damn." 

Again she slapped her face, back and forth once, twice, three times. She 
gripped Jodie's hair, jerking her head up and back as Jodie moaned in pain. 
She put her face right up against Jodie. 

"You're lucky I don't fucking kill you," she said. 

Then she punched her in the belly again, hard. 

"This is your last chance. You give us any more shit and you die." 

She moved behind her and one of the women held a bag out. Nirie took a long 
length of leather out of it and swung it down. The tip slithered along the 
floor as she moved into position behind Jodie. It was a whip used to punish 
male prisoners, and not hard to obtain. 

Jodie whimpered fearfully, unable to move or resist as the other women 
watched intently, grinning cruelly. Then there was a whirring as the leather 
cut through the air and something slammed into her back with enough force to 
knock the breath out of her again. 

She screamed in agony as her back flared up with burning pain. 

The whirring sound came again, and again something sharp and powerful 
cracked across her back. She howled in pain, her feet kicking and jerking, 
her body twirling around as she was engulfed by a firestorm of agony. She 
saw, through tear blurred eyes, that Nirie was raising the whip again, it 
seemed to move in slow motion, then it cracked against her belly, curling 
around her waist to snap at her spine. 

Jodie screamed and sobbed, thrown back and twisting, her toes leaving the 
floor. 

The whip flew again, and slashed across her back, the tip curling in around 
her chest and up to snap at the underside of her right breast. She howled as 
the breast jumped violently, and pain exploded within it. 

The other women laughed and applauded an Nirie grinned and bowed, then swung 
again. This time the whip curled around her right hip and down, the tip 
snapping at her groin. The women jeered and laughed because it had missed 
her sex. But Jodie only knew pain as her abdomen burned. 

Tears filled her eyes and she blubbered desperately, promising to obey, but 
the whip flew again, hissing across her back and curling up to snap at her 
breast so that it bounced up and flared with agony. 

Again the whip hissed, this time curling down across her hip, the tip 
cracking against her bald slit. She shrieked and sobbed, twisting and 
jerking wildly, spinning on the end of the rope as her legs jerked up, 
trying to protect her sex. 

Applause greeted this, and Nirie grinned, then watched the blonde girl spin 
before snapping the whip out quickly. It lashed directly across Jodie's 
high, firm breasts, laying a line of fire through them. 

An angry, diagonal red line appeared across her chest, slicing across her 
right breast and down under her left. The whip swung again, and Jodie 
shrieked in pain as it struck her back once more. 

"You're lucky we don't cut you to pieces, bitch," the English speaking girl 
said as the whip slashed across her buttocks back and curled up from the 
left to cut at her right breast. 

Again and again the whip slashed into her, criss-crossing her back, 
buttocks, belly and breasts with welts, some of them bleeding. Her body 
burned with pain as she hung from there, teeth chattering and grinding. 

The belt curled up and the tip snapped directly against her nipple, and the 
watching women cheered. It snapped up along her other side, curling up under 
her ribs, and the tip missed the nipple by an inch, leading to boos. Again 
the whip curled around her ribs, snapping directly at the pink nipple, and 
cheers rang out. 

Then the blows stopped. She was hanging limply by then, dull-eyed, slack 
jawed, whimpering and trembling. 

They were far from finished with her, of course. They took her down and 
threw her on her back on the table and then one by one, squatted over her 
face, pulling on her hair and pinching her aching, swollen nipples as they 
forced the dazed young blonde to lick them to orgasm. They were rough with 
her body, squeezing, kneading, twisting, slapping and pinching her as they 
jeered her weakness. 

Finally, her wrists were untied and she was hauled off the table. Two women 
supported her, one on either side, holding her arms beneath the shoulders. 
Then Nirie came along in front of her again and looked at her with a sneer. 

"You remember how easy we were on you, bitch. Next time you'll really be 
hurt," the other girl translated. 

One of the women pulled her hair, hard, forcing her head up so she had to 
look at Nirie, then Nirie kicked her legs apart. The other two held her 
tightly as Nirie brought her knee slamming up into Jodie's pussy. 

Jodie gasped in new agony, and would have fallen from the wave of pain and 
dizziness enveloping her had the two not held her tightly. Nirie slammed her 
knee up again, the thick, hard bone, hammering up into the soft, malleable, 
hairless pussy mound. Another wave of ferocious pain tore through the poor 
blonde. 

"You remember who owns you," the girl translated as Nirie's knee hammered up 
into her crotch again, and yet again until she lost consciousness. 

The next morning, she wasn't able to do any work. Apparently Nirie had 
arranged with the guards to ignore this. Nobody came near her as she lay in 
bed, her body wracked with pain from the numerous welts, cuts and bruises. 
Most of the other girls ignored her. Only Jasim would look at her. 

"You sure look terrible," she said. 

"I feel terrible," Jodie whispered. 

"You gonna have to do something, girl." 

"What can I do? I already tried going to the Warden." 

"Shit. You dumb cunt. All the guards care about is making sure nobody 
escapes. They don't care what happens inside here. They sure don't care if 
you get killed." 

"Then I can't do anything," Jodie said. 

"Maybe you can." 

"I don't know how to fight." Jodie sighed, wincing as she shifted onto a bad 
bruise. 

"You don't gotta fight. You just gotta find a girlfriend." 

"Like who, you?" 

"Me?" Jasim laughed. "Not me, baby. I don't mean just anyone. You gotta find 
some tough bitch who'll protect you." 

"Why should someone protect me?" 

"Cause you'll be theirs, that's why. You gotta belong to them, do what they 
want, fetch things, give them whatever you have, lick their pussy and make 
them happy." 

"How is that better than what Nirie is doing?" 

"Cause you won't get the shit kicked out of you, stupid. Also, you'll only 
have to do her, not a whole bunch of people. You know what Nirie's gonna do 
with you now, don't you?" 

Jodie closed her eyes briefly and shook her head. 

"She's gonna make you a whore, like Kenji. That's that Jap girl who... ah, 
you don't know her. Nirie will sell you to anybody that asks, for a half a 
pack of cigarettes or a pair of stockings, or whatever else. You better have 
strong jaw muscles, cause you gonna be sucking girls all day and sucking 
cock all night." 

Jodie had thought things couldn't get any worse. Now her face paled and she 
curled up tightly, thinking about the prospect of being handed from woman to 
woman and man to man every few minutes. 

"There's two kinds of women in here, honey. There's the wolves and the 
sheep. Nirie is a wolf. You an' me are sheep, cept you is a lot more soft 
and cuddly than me or most of the others. Most of us sheep just try and stay 
out of sight of the wolves, so nobody is gonna help you except another 
wolf." 

"Won't they do the same thing?" Jodie whispered, on the verge of tears 
again. 

"Not if you get a nice one. Not all of em' are like Nirie. Some of em' are 
all right. They won't hurt you less you get snotty, and they won't pass you 
around much, maybe not at all." 

Jodie just lay there, staring at the wall. Jasim sighed heavily. 

"I know a woman who might be willing to take on Nirie," she said. "Her name 
is Carmen. She's a Spanish girl doing time for killing a guy. She's been 
here more than five years and she knows how things work. And, she's real, 
real tough. 

"She's got a girl now, but Mary will be getting out in a few weeks. She's 
gonna need another girl. You want me to see about getting you in with her?" 

Jodie shrugged, too embarrassed and too miserable to talk. 

"She's okay, you know. Hell, Mary's a English girl and she taught Carmen how 
to talk English. She's perfect for you. She's pretty nice too, less you 
cross her." 

Jodie still didn't answer and Jasim looked at her in irritation. 

"Listen girl, I go and see her and you act like she's some kind of rapist, 
and I'll look real dumb. You gotta agree to act right if I see her. All 
right?" 

She glared at Jodie. 

"All right?" she demanded. 

"Yes," Jodie whispered. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Jim tried to sleep that night, but the sound of grunts, moans, cries and 
creaking bed springs made it impossible. He finally got up and pounded on 
the bedroom door. There was no answer and he threw it open angrily to find 
Murgon and his girlfriend on their hands and knees. 

Murgon was pounding into the girl from behind so hard the entire room was 
shaking. The girl's eyes were glazed over and her body was covered with 
sweat as she took his long, fat hammering cock up into her pussy-hole. 

"You want to join in?" Murgon asked happily. 

Jim shook his head in disgust and slammed the door closed again. He put on 
his pants and wandered out of the apartment, going down the street to where 
a bar was open twenty-four hours. 

He got a bottle of cheap whisky and sat down at a table. Almost at once a 
cheap young tart moved against him, rubbing her breasts against the side of 
his head as she purred at him to buy her a drink. He nodded and she sat down 
beside him. 

A glass had come with the bottle. He handed used it till now. He poured her 
a shot and she swallowed it in a single swallow. She was rather pretty, 
maybe a year or two older than Murgon's little whore. She was thin, with a 
pouty looking round face and straight black hair that hung to her waist. 

"Another?" she appealed, her eyes large and brown. Jim poured her another 
drink, which she drank more slowly. 

"You wanna fuck me?" she asked. 

"How much?" 

"A million lira." 

That was about a dollar at the official exchange rate. 

She hugged herself, pushing her breasts out against the thin fabric of the 
low cut dress she wore. 

"Come," he said. 

He got up, carrying his bottle. The girl slid against his side, pulling his 
arm around her shoulders. It was a short walk back to the apartment. When he 
got there, the noise from the bedroom was as bad as ever. 

The girl ignored it, sliding her dress up and over her shoulders casually. 
She was nude beneath. Her brown skin was soft and warm as she moved against 
him. She turned slowly, still wearing her tall spiked heels. Her bottom 
stuck out round and plump as she turned her back on him. She gazed over her 
shoulders saucily. 

Jim opened his belt and jerked his pants down and off and pushed against her 
from behind. His cock hardened rapidly as she rubbed her ass cheeks up and 
down and purred. His hands slid around and rubbed her belly, then moved up 
over her breasts, engulfing them, squeezing them tightly as he moved his 
lips against her throat. 

She moaned in pleasure, real or pretended and pushed her ass back with more 
force. Jim twisted her around and then tilted her head up. His lips came 
down on hers and their tongues swirled together. Her tongue was eager as it 
slid up into his mouth, and her hands moved around him, pulling him in 
tight. 

His own hands cupped and squeezed her buttocks, his fingers sliding down 
between her legs and feeling up her pussy from behind. Then he pulled her 
head away from his, his hands tangled in her hair were hard and demanding as 
he pulled her head far back, forcing her chest out. 

Her nipples were hard and erect, standing out for his lips as he bent and 
sucked on them. He ground his teeth back and forth along her right nipple, 
then suckled hard, chewing on her breast meat as his hand continued to 
fondle her buttocks. 

Then he pushed her downward, her face sliding against his chest and belly 
until it was at his groin. She suckled his cock in like a baby grabbing onto 
its mother's nipple. Her lips were round and soft as she slid them down the 
length of his cock-shaft almost to the base of his cock. 

She slid back, kneeling at his feet, and tilted her head further back. Again 
her lips slid along his cock, this time taking his cock head down her throat 
and fully engulfing it. Her lips were tight around his cock as he felt her 
throat muscles working spasmodically on his cock. 

She held him there in her throat for long seconds, then slid her lips back 
along his cock until only the head remained between them. She began to bob 
her head up and down his cock, usually going half way, but every fourth or 
fifth time she would tilt her head far back and take his entire cock into 
her mouth and throat. 

He came, his cum gushing down her throat as she swallowed lustily. His cock 
didn't soften, remaining hard as her lips continued to bob up and down. He 
pulled away, his hand still tangled in her hair, and pulled her by the hair 
over to the couch, almost throwing her onto her back. 

Her legs spread wide and he climbed atop her, settling between them. Her 
hands gripped his spit covered cock and poised it at the entrance of her 
hole, then groaned long and low as his cock slid into her. She was tight for 
a whore, but then she was a youngish whore. He let her take his whole length 
and lay atop her for a moment. 

He enjoyed the feel of her hard nipples against his chest and her softness 
beneath him. His face nuzzled against her throat, covered in her fine black 
hair. He rubbed his hands over her breasts and face, then bent and kissed 
her again. 

He slowly raised his hips, drawing the long barrel of his cock out of her. 
He pushed back down, letting gravity bring his hips down against her as his 
cock slid back in. He pushed hard, grinding his pelvis into her crotch as 
his hands slid under her and gripped her buttocks. 

He began to fuck her then, his hips rising and falling, his cock moving in 
and out. She moaned and groaned realistically as his cock churned away 
inside her. She ground herself back up against him, her legs sliding around 
his body and locking tight as she pumped her sex up at him. 

He started fucking harder as his excitement mounted. He jerked her ankles up 
and thrust them back over her shoulders. His cock stabbed in and out of her 
buttery little pussy. She mewled and moaned in pleasure, her bottom slapping 
against his hips as they fucked. 

His cum spewed out, bubbling down into her pussy as he came. Seconds later 
her moaning and groaning became louder, turning into ecstatic squeaks and 
yelps of pleasure. He felt her pussy spasming around his cock-tube, sucking 
and squeezing against his hard meat as she threw back her head and cried out 
in pleasure. 

Now tired in the warm afterglow, he turned onto his side, her soft buttocks 
pressed against his belly, and went to sleep. * * * * * "Hey." 

Jodie turned over and looked up at Jasim. 

"I talked to Mary, that's Carmen's girlfriend. She wants to check you out. 
If you're okay, she'll recommend you to Carmen." 

Jodie didn't answer. 

Jasim frowned. 

"Well? Come on. She want's ta' see you." 

"Now?" Jodie whispered. 

"Yeah, now. Come on." 

Jodie slowly sat up in bed. 

"What do I have to do?" she asked. 

"Whatever she fuckin' tells you to. Don't worry. Mary's okay. She's nice. 
She won't hurt you." 

"Why do I have to see her?" Jodie whined. 

"Because she's Carmen's gopher. She does whatever Carmen tells her and that 
includes checking out some new talent like you to see if you's worth getting 
inta a fight for. You gonna come or you gonna wait till Nirie comes round 
with your first customer?" 

Jodie got up slowly, wincing from the pain in her crotch as she pulled her 
legs together. She followed Jasim, slump shouldered, down the hall and into 
the big common room where the women hung out when they didn't have any work 
to do. 

They passed through it and into the cell areas. There, the permanent girls 
had semi-private cells, sleeping two, three or four to a barred cell. She 
led Jodie to a cell in a corner. The door was open and green translucent 
fabric covered the bars along the sides. Jasim went to the door and looked 
in, saying something. 

Then she pulled Jodie in, pushing her from behind as she passed the bars. 
Jodie took a quick glance at the woman there, then looked down at the floor. 
The woman was very short, with a round body and big breasts. She had loose, 
shaggy red hair that hung around her shoulders. 

"Somethin' interestin' bout tha floor?" the woman asked. Her words were 
English, with a strong Irish brogue. 

Jodie shook her head and looked up then, her skin beat red as she met the 
woman's eyes. Mary was about twenty-five, but seemed ages older in her 
attitude. 

"Okay, Jasim. You can go. Close the door," she said. 

The cell door slid closed, leaving the two in the shaded green light coming 
through the green fabric. 

"Sit down," Mary said, patting the bunk beside her. Jodie sat down 
reluctantly, not looking at her. There were four bunks in the cell. Two on 
top and two below. There was a toilet in the corner, with a sink. A curtain 
hung by it's side on a low bar. 

"Look at me," Mary said. 

Jodie pulled her eyes off the floor and turned her head to look at Mary. The 
older woman eyed her with interest. She reached forward and slipped Jodie's 
glasses off, then looked at her face again as Jodie blinked at her. She 
smiled and put the glasses back. 

You look nice with or without them," she said. 

Jodie mumbled a barely audible thanks. 

"Your body looks okay, not fat like a lot of these cows. How are you in the 
sack?" 

Jodie didn't know how to answer that so said nothing. 

"Jodie... That's your name, right?" 

Jodie nodded. 

"You're going to have to learn to answer when you're asked a question. 
Carmen won't like it if she has to ask you everything twice and won't like 
it if you keep staring at the floor either." 

Jodie tore her eyes off the floor again and tried to look at Mary, but found 
it hard to meet her gaze. 

"You're embarrassed, right? You shouldn't be. I was in much the same 
position as you a couple of years ago. I was a fresh young thing in here 
without any way of defending myself. 

She leaned back on her elbows as she looked across at the far bunk. 

"I was raped, gang-raped a couple of times before Carmen took a liking to me 
and brought me in with her. Things have been okay since then. I do what she 
says and she protects me. She's never beaten me and keeps me mostly to 
herself. 

"Some of the women here loan out their girls every day, maybe a couple of 
times a day. Some of them whore their girls, like Nirie is gonna do to you. 
Carmen loans me to a friend maybe once or twice a month and never for the 
whole night. 

"She also rents me to guards sometimes, when she needs money, but never to 
the real bastards, only to a couple of the nicer ones and they're pretty 
good. She doesn't do it often either. Life is pretty good with her, as good 
as it's gonna get in here when you look like, well, I do, and you do. 

She sat up again. 

"Now..." she said. "Consider this a kind of job interview. I wanna see if 
yer gonna be a good girl fer Carmen. Okay?" 

Jodie nodded, shyly. 

"Okay." She shifted sideways on the bunk until her left hip pressed against 
Jodie's right. Her left arm slid around Jodie's waist and she kissed Jodie 
on the cheek. 

Jodie stiffened but did nothing to resist her as Mary's right hand slowly 
slid across her breasts through the jumpsuit, then pulled the zipper down. 

She pushed the jumpsuit back over Jodie's shoulders, baring her to the 
waist. Jodie wasn't wearing one of the rough bras because her breasts were 
sore from the other night. 

"Oooooh, you poor thing," Mary said, sounding sincere. 

She caressed Jodie's wounded breasts very gently, her fingers like feathers 
as they caressed the round orbs. Both breasts were criss-crossed with red 
welts, and both nipples were swollen and burning. 

She squeezed very lightly and then lowered her lips to Jodie's right nipple. 
She slid her tongue round and round the pink nipple, then closed her wet 
lips around the little bud and sucked gently. 

Jodie felt a strange stirring in her loins, something she hadn't felt in 
weeks. She wondered at first, what it was, unable to believe that she could 
possible become aroused here with this woman. Yet Mary was being kind and 
gentle, something she had felt very little of recently, and her lips on her 
nipple felt soft and soothing. 

She moved her lips away and replaced them with her fingers, seizing her 
right nipple between her fingertips and rolling it lightly between them. She 
kissed Jodie on the cheek again, then on the throat, then Jodie felt her 
head turning towards her and their lips joined. 

It was not an unpleasant sensation, as it had been with the harsh, cruel 
women who'd taken her the last few nights. Mary was very gentle, their lips 
sliding together without force. The redhead's tongue dipped in and out 
between Jodie's lips, not venturing deep. 

She caressed Jodie's belly, sliding her hand slowly down into the crotch of 
her open jumpsuit onto Jodie's bare pussy. She squeezed very light, her 
fingers searching for Jodie's pussy slit, and finding it. She rubbed her 
middle finger up and down against the top of the slit, moving only against 
the slit, not pushing into her pussy-tube. 

She rubbed her finger against Jodie's clit, gentle, slow, and very patient. 
Their lips continued to move together and Jodie found herself not only 
aroused but strangely attracted to Mary, not in a sexual way, though that 
was there too, but as a kind person who could speak with her, who could 
allay her fears and loneliness. 

She felt drawn to her, for the first time not feeling either frightened or 
ashamed. She moaned, involuntarily as the heat coming from her pussy shot a 
flare deep into her belly. Mary's finger was slow but persistent, rubbing 
against her now hardened clitty with endless stroking motions. 

She pushed Jodie back onto the bunk then and her hand slid the jumpsuit all 
the way down and off her. Jodie was now naked, though Mary was still fully 
clothed, but strangely, she didn't feel embarrassed. Mary lay next to her, 
both their feet still on the floor. 

She began to stroke Jodie's clit again as they kissed, then her lips moved 
along Jodie's throat and down onto her wounded right nipple. The nipple was 
sparking with pain, pain that had increased since it had hardened, but 
Mary's lips seemed to ease that pain. 

Their softness enfolded the nipple, wrapping it in their warmth and bringing 
a strong aching lust to the blonde teenager's chest. Mary rolled over on top 
of Jodie, squatting above her belly on the bunk. Her hands rested on Jodie's 
breasts, slowly and gently massaging them, careful of their wounds. 

Mary unzipped her own jumpsuit and pulled it off her shoulders and down to 
her waist. She wore no bra and her big round breasts stood out large and 
firm, their large brown nipples hard and erect. She bent and the two kissed 
again, a deep, soul wrenching kiss that soon saw their breasts rubbing 
together as their bodies became more and more aroused. 

Jodie's hands found their way up off the bunk at long last and tentatively 
cupped Mary's full breasts. Mary's warm flesh spilled out around her fingers 
as she pressed into them and then the woman slid upward along her body, 
bringing her big right boob against Jodie's face. 

Jodie's lips opened and she sucked the nipple in, suckling energetically as 
she squeezed the thing with her hand. Her other hand was locked around 
Mary's other breast, kneading it firmly as the woman sighed in pleasure. 
Mary sat up, then stood. She pulled the jumpsuit down and stepped out of it. 

She smiled at Jodie, then winked in a friendly fashion. 

"Now, I'm going to do something else here. Carmen is into bondage. I'm sure 
those bitches have tied you up before, but this is something else, something 
exciting. You don't have to fear when Carmen ties you up, only to enjoy. 
Carmen will make you come and come again." 

She removed a soft cord from the drawer of the table beside the bunk and had 
Jodie lay lengthwise along the cot before winding it tightly around her 
wrists. The rope did not cut into her flesh but merely bound it firmly to 
the bar at the top of the bunk. 

"Feel the helplessness," Mary whispered, sliding her fingers along Jodie's 
body. "You're safe, but helpless. Carmen won't hurt you, but you're hers to 
do with as she wishes, and she wishes to make you come." 

Jodie lay there, panting, aware of how obscene and strange she was behaving. 
She could hear the voices of other woman, prisoners and guards calling back 
and forth just outside the unlocked cell door. 

Mary climbed onto bed and lay atop Jodie, her belly pressing into Jodie's, 
her pussy into Jodie's, her breasts into Jodie's. Their lips joined again, 
the kiss long and satisfying for both of them. Mary's hands moved slowly up 
and down her body as Jodie's wrists pulled feebly against their bonds. She 
did not fear this woman, who smiled and treated her so gently, and perhaps 
because of that the bondage added a strange, hot thrill to their actions. 

Jodie unaccountably began to cry, though it was not with fear or pain, but a 
terrible relief. Mary cooed and cuddled her, kissing her on the cheeks and 
forehead as she held the girl close and stroked her body. She kissed and 
licked the tears away, and when Jodie stopped, began licking her way down 
Jodie's body. 

She knelt between Jodie's legs and began to lap softly against her bald 
slit. Jodie held her breath as the feelings of wondrous joy and bliss swept 
through her body. Her buttocks began to slowly grind and roll on the bunk as 
a torrid heat gripped her sex. Her head fell back on the pillow as she 
trembled in pleasure. 

Mary's tongue was doing amazing things to her aching pussy, and she began to 
gasp for breath as her body overheated. Her wrists pulled against the ropes 
again and she moaned as heat flared higher. Her hips bucked up, her body 
undulating as the sexual heat rolled over her. 

Then she cried out, uncaring of who heard her. Her back arched and her head 
thrashed from side to side as her pussy exploded with ecstasy. Mary was 
lapping furiously at her clit as her fingers rubbed and stroked against her 
crotch, sending bursts of hot pleasure into Jodie's belly. 

Mary swiveled around, turning her body around on the thin bunk until her 
pussy was over Jodie's face. Jodie was lying unmoving after her orgasm, her 
eyes closed. Mary continued to lick at her pussy, now starting to dip her 
fingers in and out of Jodie's pussy-slit. 

Jodie opened her eyes half way and saw the woman's bare pussy above her, 
bald like her own. It wiggled slowly back and forth as Mary licked at her 
crotch and Jodie suddenly raised her head, licking along her slit. 

She began to tongue the slit, searching for her clitty. It wasn't hard to 
find and she began to lick energetically, wanting to make Mary happy, as she 
had not wanted to with the other women. 

Mary mewled something in gratitude as she felt Jodie's tongue pistoning 
against her clitty. She pumped two fingers all the way into Jodie's pussy, 
grinding her knuckles against the girl's pussy opening as her tongue 
continued to work away at her clitty. 

She seized the clitty in her lips and blew hard on it, a long, steady stream 
of air on the wet, swollen, glistening button. Then she closed her lips on 
it, rubbing them from side to side as her fingers pumped in and out of 
Jodie's pussy tunnel. 

Jodie tried to emulate Mary with her own tongue, moaning and panting as heat 
flared within her. She nibbled and sucked at the big clitty as Mary became 
more excited and began to hump up and down on her face. She felt her body 
gaining momentum again, felt her belly fluttering and twitching with 
electricity. 

She pulled her legs wider still, pushing her pussy up against Mary as her 
own tongue rasped furiously on Mary's crotch slit. She tongued the clitty 
rapidly, the tip of her tongue pressing in between her pussy lips and 
wiggling and whipping against the sensitive little piece of flesh. 

Her body was burning with arousal now. Her pussy was afire with lust and her 
aching breasts were burning mounds stinging pleasure as Mary's belly pressed 
against them. Mary was rubbing her body from side to side, purposefully 
stroking the breasts with her firm flat stomach. 

Jodie began to tremble violently, then realized it wasn't her, but Mary, who 
was shuddering and shaking atop her. Mary was coming! Jodie felt a deep 
satisfaction in that and worked her tongue even harder. She felt the 
shuddering grow worse and felt then that it was her body as well as Mary's. 

She grunted and groaned into Mary's sex as she ate the woman out. Her own 
pussy sparkled and sizzled in Mary's mouth as the Irish woman's tongue and 
fingers brought her off for a second time. 

Then they lay together on the bunk, side by side, her wrists still bound 
above her, Mary smiling and softly stroking her face and hair and body. 

"Carmen will be different," Mary whispered, nipping lightly at Jodie's ear. 
"She won't always do you. Sometimes you'll have to do her and then just go 
to sleep. She won't always be gentle, either. She's very strong and 
forceful. That can be exciting, you know. And she likes to tie you up 
sometimes, just to see how you look, just to watch the muscles move beneath 
your skin when you try to escape. Maybe she'll spank you a little, or pull 
your hair, but it won't be bad at all, just playful. You'll have to do as 
she wishes and not question her, even when you don't like it. Do you think 
you can do that, darling?" 

Jodie nodded, reluctantly, wishing it was Mary she was to be partnered with. 
As if reading her mind, Mary reached over and patted her cheek. 

"Don't worry, sweetie. Carmen is nice, and sometimes she's very, very 
gentle. She'll protect you." * * * * * Jim woke up during the night to find 
a pair of warm wet lips on his cock, which was already erect. He was on his 
back as the shadowy form of a woman settled atop him and drew him up into 
her moist pussy sheath. His hands sleepily found her breasts and squeezed 
the thick, oozing mammaries as the girl rode up and down on his cock. 

He came quickly, but she continued to ride him until she had come and then 
fell forward atop him, nuzzling his throat as he rolled over and went back 
to sleep. 

When he woke up the next morning, she was still there. He yawned and 
stretched, blinking his eyes awake. He looked down at the girl and only then 
realized it wasn't the little whore, but Murgon's little girlfriend. There 
were the same familiar sounds coming from the bedroom now as he'd been 
hearing all night, so there wasn't much doubt where Murgon and the little 
whore was. Ah well, Murgon was possessive towards his whores, but he was 
also notorious for generosity. 

He sat up and lit a cigarette, looking out the window at a gray and 
depressing looking morning. Turkey. What a dump. Why couldn't the little 
slut have gotten arrested in Hawaii or the Virgin Islands? At least the 
weather would be nice. 

He wandered naked down the hall to the bathroom and had a shower. 
Afterwards, he had intended to shave, but then figured he'd look more like a 
native if he didn't. He wandered back out into the living room, passing 
Murgon's girlfriend, who was also naked and making something in the kitchen. 

He pulled on his pants and a t-shirt, then wandered into the kitchen. 

"Got any coffee?" he asked. 

"Uh, huh," she said, pointing to a kettle on the stove. Steam was coming out 
of it's nose, indicating it was already hot. He poured some in a cracked cup 
as Murgon wandered out of the bedroom, yawning hugely. He slapped the girl, 
Jim still hadn't gotten around to asking her name, on the bottom and ruffled 
her hair. 

She sniffed angrily and stomped out. Murgon shrugged and poured himself some 
coffee. A few moments later there was a loud shrieking argument in the 
bedroom between the two whores. Murgon threw his eyes skyward and then went 
in and yelled at the both of them to shut the fuck up. 

"Hey Murgon, we gonna find out where that little bitch is today, or what?" 
Jim demanded. 

"Shit, man. You in a hurry or something?" 

"Or something," he replied, dryly. 

It took an hour to find his friend, then another half hour spent waiting in 
Murgon's beat up car for the friend to visit his friend. Finally he returned 
with a slip of paper from a computer printer. The paper said prisoner number 
DS-34-78564733-377489, was being held in the special holding area of Baelog 
woman's prison. 

"Hmmm," Murgon said, reading the rest of the printout. 

"What the fuck's that mean?" 

"Means she shouldn't be in there. That place is for nasty sorts, political 
prisoners and habitual criminals. Don't know why they sent her there." 

"Can we get her out?" 

"Course," Murgon snorted. "But it'll cost more." 

"Crap." 

"She worth it?" 

"I don't know. I never fucked her." 

Murgon laughed hard and slapped his knee. 

"How much you think?" 

"I dunno. I'll have to see who I have to deal with. The more important the 
guy is, the more money he wants." 

"Not to mention you." 

"Me?" Murgon managed to look hurt. "My friend, you hurt me." 

"Don't give me ideas." 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Jodie went back to the dormitory room while Mary went and saw Carmen. She 
felt much better for some reason. It wasn't the thought of Carmen protecting 
her, though the hope that she wouldn't experience a repeat of her first two 
nights was nice. 

What made her feel better is that she thought Mary was something of a soul 
mate and that the two of them could really get along nicely together. She 
was so engrossed in thought she forgot to be embarrassed when she left the 
cell, and didn't even notice the women looking at her, or the leers on their 
faces. 

She and Mary hadn't exactly been discreet in the cell, especially her. When 
she got back to her bed, Jasim wanted to know all about what had happened. 
Now Jodie felt herself blush. All she could do was say that Mary said she 
liked her. She couldn't describe the "interview". 

Still, Jasim didn't seem to be in much doubt about what had gone on. She 
grinned and looked knowingly at Jodie's crotch, making the blonde girl blush 
even more. 

Jasim laughed at this. 

"You don't have to be embarrassed," she said. "There isn't a girl in this 
place who hasn't sucked pussy, including me." 

Suddenly her eyes focused on something behind Jodie's left ear. 

"Uh, oh," she said. 

Before Jodie could turn someone grabbed her hair hard and jerked her head up 
and back, pulling her right hand up behind her back almost all the way to 
her neck. 

"Nirie hears you been giving out free samples, slut!" A harsh voice said. 

Jodie winced in pain, unable to move with the pressure on her. The woman 
jerked her to her feet and twisted her around to face Nirie and her 
translator, both of whom were looking at her angrily. 

"What were you doin sucking pussy for Carmen's little cunt-dog?" the 
translator snarled. 

"I... I wasn't!" Jodie gasped, pain lancing through her. Nirie slammed her 
fist into Jodie's belly and the blonde girl gasped in pain. 

"You lie to me, an' I'll cut your fucking tits off, whore!" 

"I didn't.... didn't do anything!" Jodie whined, tears forming in her eyes 
as her hair was pulled back harshly. 

"I don't believe you, slut! You comin' with us. We gonna teach you what 
happens to sluts who don' do what they told." 

They swung her around and dragged her out towards the doorway, then stopped 
abruptly as a tall woman appeared in the door. She looked to be in her mid 
thirties, and had thick, straight, shoulder length black hair. Her eyes were 
brown, and might have been pretty except that she was glaring angrily. She 
was extremely tall, well over six feet and broad shouldered, like some kind 
of Amazonian. 

She moved forward and stopped, her chest inches from Nirie. Her eyes bored 
into the smaller woman, who looked back defiantly, though she seemed to 
fidget nervously. The new woman said something, her voice low and deep. 
Nirie replied, her voice sounding defensive. 

Then the Amazon woman said something else, this time sounding angry. Nirie 
whined something and the Amazon shoved her back. She didn't seem to put much 
effort into it but Nirie went flying backwards, arms pinwheeling until she 
grabbed a bed and halted herself. 

The Amazon woman moved forward, her movements sleek and graceful, like a 
hunting cat. She stopped before Jodie, who looked up at her in astonishment. 
The woman's eyes went to whomever was behind the teenager and Jodie found 
her hair and arm released. 

"Come with me," the woman said, and turned, walking away without a backward 
glance. 

Jodie glanced quickly at Nirie and her friends, then hurried after the 
woman, whom she figured had to be Carmen. 

Mary was waiting just outside and slid into place behind Carmen, grinning at 
Jodie. 

Jodie grinned back, tentatively. She was looking at this huge, powerful 
looking woman and imagining herself "belonging", as the others had said, to 
her. 

The idea was scary, but at the same time, it was, for some reason, darkly 
arousing. The woman was beautiful and sexy, and even with her powerfully 
built body it was obvious she was feminine. Her curves were womanly enough 
to please any man, her breasts large and high on her chest. 

"Nirie isn't much, is she?" Mary whispered. "Carmen is the toughest woman in 
this wing, probably in this prison." 

They went back across the big common area and into the green walled cell 
again. There wasn't a lot of room in there with the three of them. Mary 
jumped into the bunk on the left, the one where she and Jodie had made love, 
then Carmen stood in the doorway, looking Jodie up and down as she stood 
against the back of the cell, sort of leaning her bottom back against the 
sink. 

She fidgeted nervously, her eyes flicking around as she felt those hard eyes 
on her. 

"How old are ju?" Carmen asked, her voice very deep for a woman. 

"A... almost nineteen," Jodie said. 

"You been arrested before?" 

Jodie shook her head. 

"You killed anyone?" 

"No!" 

"You try to overthrow the government?" 

"Of course not!" 

"Ju shouldn't be here then." 

"I know!" 

"Why you here? What ju done?" 

"I... they say they found drugs in my..." 

"I know that shit. Mary tol' me. Dey don' put little Yankee girls in dis 
place wit' no trial or notin'. Not less dey got a record." 

"A record? No. I don't have any kind of record." 

Carmen looked at her carefully, as if trying to figure out whether she was 
lying. 

"Sit," she said. 

Jodie went to the other bunk and sat. Carmen slouched back on the bunk 
across from her, beside Mary. 

"Ju tell me everytin'. Don' leave nutin' out." 

So Jodie told her the story of how she had persuaded her parents to let her 
do a world tour and then came to Turkey only to be framed and sent here with 
the drugs in her pussy and rectum. 

Carmen smiled thinly and nodded when she mentioned that. 

"Dat's why ju here, then," she said. "Dey been crackeen' down on drugs 
comin' into de' prison. Dey needed a mule to carry it an' ju' got picked. 
Too bad." 

"You... you mean they deliberately framed me just to send me here?" 

"Yah, dey probably gave ju' a record too. You check your record, you see you 
been arrested a bunch more times." 

"But I wasn't!" 

"You gonna argue wit' their records, girl?" She grinned. 

"What's going to happen to me?" 

"You gonna come to trial in a while and probably get a few years, maybe a 
lot a' years for bringing dope into de' country." 

"But I didn't!" 

"Don' matter none. You here for a while." 

"But that's not fair!" Jodie wailed. 

"Don' haf' ta' be fair, girl. Dat's de' way id is." 

Jodie looked down at the floor, disheartened. 

"So long as you gonna be here a while, we oughta see what ju got," Carmen 
said. 

Jodie blinked at her unhappily. Carmen wiggled a finger at her, then sighed 
and looked at Mary, who shrugged. 

"Take off you clothes, girl," Carmen said. 

Jodie started, looking at Mary, who nodded. She put her hand on her zipper, 
then looked at the open cell door. 

"Can I umm, close the door first?" she asked. 

"No," Carmen said, shaking her head. 

She looked at Jodie solemnly and Jodie nervously kicked off the thin slipper 
like shoes, drew her zipper down over the swells of her breasts, down her 
flat belly and down to just above where her pubic hair would be, if she 
still had any. 

She took another nervous look at the doorway. 

"What if someone sees?" she said. 

Carmen folded her thick arms across her chest and shrugged. 

Jodie swallowed and then slid the jumpsuit off her shoulders and down her 
body, revealing her breasts, then her naked pussy slit as she stepped out of 
the jumpsuit and stood there naked. She had to fight to keep her hands from 
crossing in front of her body protectively. 

"Stand up straight," Carmen ordered. 

Jodie inhaled sharply, looked towards the cell door, then straightened her 
shoulders. Carmen continued to slouch back on the opposite bunk beside Mary. 
Her eyes moved appreciatively up and down Jodie's body, pausing at her 
breasts and naked slit. 

"Turn around," Carmen said. 

Jodie turned around, presenting her bottom to the woman. There wasn't a lot 
of room in the cell. Carmen sat up then on the edge of the cot and reached 
forward, running her hand across Jodie's buttocks, then sliding her hand in 
between her legs to feel her pussy. 

"Very nice," she said. "Ju pretty cute, kid." 

"Th... thanks," Jodie whispered. 

A pair of women walked by the cell just then, glancing in idly. One of them 
whistled when she saw Jodie. Jodie jerked away from Carmen's hand, turning 
and pushing back against the stone wall of the cell, her hands in front of 
her. 

Carmen didn't seem angry. She stood up then, and moved next to Jodie. She 
reached up onto a shelf and drew something down. Jodie got a brief look at 
it before Carmen slid it around her throat. It looked sort of like a dog 
collar, with a big capitol "C" engraved on the middle. 

Carmen belted it around her neck and stood back, nodding, a small smile on 
her face. 

"What... what's this?" Jodie asked nervously. 

"That's so everybody knows you belong to Carmen now," Mary answered. 

"You're not wearing one." 

"Everybody knows already who she belongs to," Carmen said, running a hand 
through Mary's red curls. 

"Come here," she said, seizing Jodie by the left arm and dragging her 
forward. 

"Wait!" Mary said, jumping up. She stood right in front of the embarrassed 
teenager. 

"Listen carefully, Jodie. Put your hands by your sides and keep them there 
and don't say or do anything at all." 

"But..." 

"Just do it!" 

Jodie dropped her hands to her sides. Carmen slid a hand into the back of 
her collar and pulled her forward. 

"Carmen has to show everybody you belong to her," Mary said, from behind 
her. 

Carmen pulled her out of the cell and held her there beside her by the 
collar as she called out in what Jodie guessed was Turkish. There were 
easily fifty or sixty women in the area and they all turned to stare. 

Jodie could have died. She was mortified, her skin a flaming red as she 
stood there, unable to move, frozen in shock as she stood revealed in her 
nudity and sexual helplessness to all these people. So hot was her skin that 
her glasses actually began to fog up. 

Carmen swung her around by the collar, showing her to all the sides of the 
big room before pulling her back into the cell and sliding the door closed. 

"Now they know and they'll tell the others," Carmen said, sitting back down 
on one of the bunks. 

Jodie stood there trembling, stunned by what had just happened. Mary patted 
her shoulder, sympathetically. 

"It's for the best, honey. You can't be shy in here. And now nobody'll hurt 
you." 

"Les' see ju' work now," Carmen said. She unsnapped her jeans and slipped 
them over her hips and off her feet. She wore nothing beneath and sat on the 
edge of the bunk, legs spread. Her legs were long, thick and muscular, but 
well shaped, and she had a furry thatch of black pussy hair. 

Mary nodded at Jodie and pushed her over towards the older woman. Jodie 
didn't think anything could embarrass her after being displayed for the 
other inmates, but kneeling between Carmen's legs as Mary sat back and 
watched came close. 

Still, she pushed her face in close to the woman's pussy and started licking 
at her slit. She worked her tongue into the slit and began sliding it up and 
down as her fingers parted the thick vaginal lips and revealed the wet pink 
flesh beneath. 

She drove her tongue deep inside Carmen's pussy, slurping and sucking as the 
woman lay back on her elbows and watched. She straightened her middle finger 
and pushed it into the pink flesh, sliding it knuckle deep into Carmen's 
pussy-tube. 

She pulled the lips apart just over the clitty and began rubbing her tongue 
quickly, back and forth across the erect little piece of meat. Then Carmen 
stopped her. 

"Ju' ain't done dis' much, huh? I think Ju need a teacher, and Ju need to 
jus jour mouth more." 

She stood up cat-like, then opened the bedside table drawer and drew out the 
rope. She pulled Jodie to her feet, not unkindly, and turned her, then 
pulled her arms back and slid the rope around them. Jodie gasped as she 
looped the rope above her elbows, then slowly forced her arms back. 

"Oh!" she gasped. 

"You'll get real limber around Carmen," Mary said, grinning sympathetically. 

Carmen forced her arms back harder and Jodie winced as her shoulders ached. 
Then she felt her elbows touching, and the rope was tied off, the rest of 
the loops wrapping around and around, loops laid down neatly alongside other 
loops. Mary handed her another shorter rope, and Jodie's wrists were bound 
together, as well. Again, the woman tied them carefully, laying the lines of 
rope down neatly. 

"Nice," she said, pulling her back by the back of the collar, holding her 
out at arms length as she examined the helpless little blonde. "Nice," she 
said again. 

She pushed her down onto her knees, then sat back on the cot again and 
looked at Mary. 

"Mary, show this little slut how I like it." 

Mary knelt beside Jodie and pushed her face in ahead of Jodie's. Jodie drew 
back a little as Mary began to rub her face up and down against Carmen's 
pussy. She held Carmen's pussy lips wide apart, so wide Jodie thought it 
must have hurt the older woman. Then she rubbed her face up and down against 
the pink flesh. 

Her tongue was a pistoning little cock as it pumped in and out of Carmen's 
tube. Jodie was startled at how far her tongue could push past her lips and 
wondered if practice allowed her to do extend it so far. 

She slid the tongue up and circled Carmen's clit teasingly, sweeping 
sideways across it from time to time, then more regularly. She let her soft, 
moist lips caress the hot button, and blew air across it, then sucked gently 
and rhythmically, increasing the strength and speed of her movements until 
Carmen began to groan and roll her hips. 

Mary drew back then and pushed Jodie forward. Jodie imitated her, feeling a 
strange dark heat at her bound arms, leaning awkwardly over her new 
mistress' sex, her tongue sliding teasingly up and down the slit, then 
probing at her clitoris. 

Mary halted and instructed, halted and taught, halted, slapping her bottom 
sternly, always demonstrating the speed and strength her own tongue must 
learn. 

"You'll have to exercise this," she said, grinning and gripping Jodie's 
aching tongue. "Carmen needs lots of attention, so that will help. But you 
can work it around when you're alone." 

She demonstrated, pumping her long tongue in and out, twisting it from side 
to side" 

"Stop that and lick me, you little slut," Carmen complained. 

Mary pushed Jodie back again and showed her how she seized Carmen's clitty, 
her lips vibrating, tongue stroking aggressively now that Carmen was more 
aroused. She hummed deeply to make them vibrate again, then sucked in hard, 
sharp, fast little motions. 

Jodie moved in and tried to do the same, but she didn't get her lip motions 
right and Mary showed her again, then Jodie did it the proper way, as 
Carmen's sighing increased and became moaning. 

At first the words were in Spanish, but then they turned to English. 

"Little slut," she panted. "Leek me, Ju whore. Dirty leetle fuck toy. 
Steenking Yanquee slut." 

Mary winked to show Jodie not to take offense, and moved up her mistress' 
body, tonguing her belly button, then massaging the woman's breasts and 
sucking on the nipples as Carmen's arms slid around her Jodie understood and 
continued on her own. Within seconds, Carmen came, groaning like a bear, her 
hands coming down on top of Jodie's head and pushing her face into her pussy 
as she rutted up against her. The juice covered pussy flesh soaked her face 
in girl cum. 

This was only the start of the lesson, though. Mary continued to instruct 
her in the ways Carmen wanted her pussy sucked, blown, lapped, tickled and 
fucked. As the lesson proceeded, Jodie lost her embarrassment and became an 
intent student. 

When her tongue was too tired to work effectively, Carmen sat up and turned 
her around. She untied Jodie's arms - much to her relief, massaged them not 
unkindly, then pressed her back against the barred wall of the cell and 
bound her wrists up and apart to the bars so she had to stand on her toes. 
Then, grinning, she pulled a thick wooden dildo from her dresser drawer and 
rolled it across Jodie's breasts. 

"Dirty leetle girls like you always need sometink big upside dere pussy," 
she whispered. 

The dildo had been carved with a fat, rounded helmet head, and was smoothly 
sanded. Jodie looked at it anxiously, wondering how many times it had been 
up inside Mary's pussy. 

Carmen lowered it and began to probe against her sex, thrusting up slowly 
and repeatedly, forcing it up inside her with careful but insistent thrusts. 

Jodie was surprised to find she was moist within, and the dildo ached only a 
little, straining her pussy lips as Carmen thrust it deeper and deeper. 

"Oh!" she gasped, rising higher on her toes as the woman forced the thing 
ever deeper. 

"Ju like dat?" Carmen leered. "Deep, deep, big and long and thick," she 
whispered, caressing Jodie's body. 

She thrust it up again, and now only an inch or so remained protruding from 
her aching sex. Then she turned and returned to the bunk. Mary stripped and 
climbed in with her, and began to make love to her while Jodie watched. 

Mary lay on her left side, her right knee laid across Carmen's hips as she 
kissed and tongued the woman's face. Her hands caressing Carmen's now bare 
breasts, tweaking the enormous nipples and then bending her mouth to suck 
gently. 

She pulled the long thin buds of sensitive flesh into her mouth and bit down 
as her tongue writhed against them. Carmen moaned, holding her head and 
mashing her breasts up against Mary's face. Mary chewed hard on the nipples, 
at on point biting down on Carmen's brown nipple and pulling her head up 
hard, like a dog tearing at large slab of meat. 

At the same time her fingers were moving roughly at Carmen's sex, rubbing up 
and down quickly against her clitoris. Carmen spread her legs, writhing as 
she was subjected to the rough but expert manipulation, and soon came again, 
her, her voice rising high. She moaned and mumbled in Spanish as Mary worked 
over her body. 

Jodie watched, surprised at how arousing the scene was, and how excited she 
was becoming by watching. She could feel the cold metal bars against her 
flesh through the thin green silk covering them, and the pressure of the 
ropes around her wrist sent a hot, dark thrill through her naked body. 

She could feel the thick girth of the wooden dildo inside her, feel her 
pussy squeezing and chewing on it as her excitement mounted. Her body was 
stretched out, straining, aching, and she moaned softly as she stared at the 
lesbian pair only a few feet in front of her. 

Carmen smiled and stroked Mary's head, then looked across at Jodie. 

"Go play with Jodie," she ordered. 

Mary looked across, then slid onto the floor and crawled to Jodie. She 
licked at her feet, surprising the young blonde, licked and suckled at her 
toes, then slowly, teasingly began to lick and kiss her way up Jodie's legs. 
She squeezed her buttocks and drew her thighs wider, so that Jodie could 
barely support herself with her toes. 

Then her tongue began to circle Jodie's clit. 

Jodie moaned, unable to suppress the surge of sexual heat which swept 
through her. When the woman gripped the dildo and began to pump it in and 
out, still licking and manipulating her clitty, her hips thrust out with 
growing hunger, her buttocks grinding and jerking against the bars, her hips 
rolling. 

She looked over the woman's head and saw Carmen watching her, and knew a 
mixture of humiliation and exhibitionistic excitement. 

She groaned softly as Mary thrust the dildo in harder, deeper, felt it 
punching something high within her abdomen. Yet the pain was minor compared 
to the pleasure and excitement, and could do nothing to inhibit the sultry 
heat rolling over her. 

"Fuck her," she heard Carmen call. "Fuck dat beetch." 

Jodie moaned, her head pulling back against the bars and rolling in 
pleasure, her back arching. She heard something clatter to the floor and 
looked down to see Mary picking up a second thick carved dildo. She moaned 
as she felt it pressed against her anus, and then gasped in pain as it was 
slowly forced up inside her. 

"Yeah. Do her, Carmen said, eyes hungry slits." 

There was a cruel streak in this woman, Jodie realized, excited yet fearful. 
And yet she trusted her somehow. 

"Ohh! Ohh!" she gasped, her anus aching as the dildo was forced ever deeper. 

Then Mary began to suck on her clitoris again and stars filled the world 
around her as she felt a climax roaring towards her. 

Abruptly, Carmen was there, her big hands on the two dildos, thrusting hard, 
harder, even harder, so that the pain flared deep inside Jodie's belly. Yet 
she stared up at the woman, gasping and moaning, her body jerking violently 
by the force of the double penetration, and knew only awe and sensual 
excitement. 

She felt one big hand at her bottom, the palm against the base of the wooden 
dildo, pressing up remorselessly, and groaned aloud as the dildo was forced 
fully into her body. The other hand was on the front dildo, gripping the 
base with her fist, and as she pumped it harder and harder the side of her 
fist was almost punching into Jodie's sex. 

Jodie's wrists tugged and pulled against the ropes, and her belly ached and 
flared, yet the pleasure and sizzling excitement ruled her mind as she 
whimpered and gasped and twisted against the bonds. 

"Ju a bad girl," Carmen whispered into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. "A 
bad, bad, girl." 

"Yes," Jodie moaned. 

Carmen's rough finger stroked across her clit and Jodie gasped in pleasure. 

"Slut, leetle Yanquee slut. I make ju my slave girl." 

With that she thrust the dildo fully into the trembling, shaking young 
blonde. 

Jodie cried out in pain as the nose of the wooden dildo struck her cervix, 
then glanced off somehow and drove up fully inside her. Carmen bent and 
opened her mouth wide, then took the centre of Jodie's left breast into it 
and bit down, sucking fiercely. 

Jodie came, writhing in pleasure and pain, jerking and thrashing against the 
bars as a whirlwind of ecstasy swept through her body. 

She sagged weakly as the orgasm spent itself, and Carmen smirked and stood 
back. "Ju a natural, more even dan dis one," she said, looking kindly at 
Mary. "I tink we haf fun, ju and me." 

She pulled on her shorts and Mary began to dress, as well, then she slid the 
cell door back and yawned. 

"Go see if Bahar is around," she told the English woman. 

Mary nodded and left, while Carmen sat on the edge of her bunk. 

Jodie, chest heaving, stood weakly against the bars, still recovering from 
her exertion, sweating heavily. After she recovered her breath she looked 
hopefully at Carmen and pulled against her bonds. 

"Carmen?" she asked. "Please...?" 

"Ju too shy. I theenk I leave ju dere for now." 

A few minutes later two Turkish women arrived. Both were older, in their 
forties, and overweight. They looked at Jodie with a mixture of contempt and 
lust, and the blonde girl flushed in embarrassment. 

The women talked, in Turkish, she presumed, and the newcomers looked at her 
often, snickering from time to time. 

Jodie squirmed mentally, for in addition to being naked and bound, the 
obvious sex toy of Carmen, the wooden dildo in her pussy was still easily 
visible, the base flush with her straining pussy lips, holding them wide so 
the women could see. Yet she could do nothing to hide herself, and had to 
endure their leers and snickers as they conducted business with Carmen. 

Other women arrived afterwards, none failing to observe her naked and bound 
against the wall. From time to time, when they were alone, Carmen spoke to 
her, telling her about how she had been arrested, about how you had to fight 
for yourself in prison, and intimidate lesser women. 

From time to time as well she would stand up, walk over, and fondle Jodie's 
body, often easing the wooden dildo out then pumping it slowly in and out. 
Worse, she sometimes did that when she had visitors, speaking in Turkish as 
she did, as if proudly describing and displaying her new toy. 

Yet despite that there was none of the cruelty or menace she had felt from 
the other women, and Jodie felt safe, if humiliated, in her presence. After 
a time the humiliation faded, as well, and excitement rose in its place. 

Somehow, with two strange women looking on, and Carmen thrusting the dildo 
up into her hard and deep, she had climaxed, and climaxed obviously, jerking 
and spasming in place, panting and moaning against the bars, as the three 
women had watched her and leered. * * * * * Murgon came back and jumped into 
the car. 

"It's all set," he said. 

"You sure." 

"Sure I'm sure. He and his buddies will split the money. Tonight they'll 
place a call for an ambulance to the city. Me and you will be driving the 
ambulance. We'll pick up your blonde girlie and leave." 

"Just like that?" 

"Just like that." 

"It just seems too easy." 

"The easiest plans are the best, less to go wrong. Him and his buddies will 
claim we had guns and overpowered them. We'll leave them tied up." 

"Won't someone discover her missing right away?" 

"Nope. It'll take a few hours. The hospital isn't checked much." 

"How are they gonna get her to the hospital?" 

"Poison." 

"Poison?" 

"Oh, don't worry, nothing serious. It'll just make her nauseous for a while, 
get her into the hospital." 

"You sure? I'm gonna look awful dumb if it kills her." 

"Trust me." 

"Okay. What'll we do till then?" 

"Well, there's always Niquita and Valney." 

"Who?" 

Murgon looked at him in disgust. 

"My girlfriend and the little whore you brought home." 

"Oh, them. Which is yours?" 

"Niqita." 

Jim shrugged and smiled. * * * * * Jodie found out what rimming was first 
hand. Carmen had Mary give her a rim job. The little redhead also fondled 
and rubbed her pussy slit as she stuffed her tongue up the blonde's anus. 
Jodie came helplessly. Then of course, she had to give Mary a rim job while 
Carmen watched and gave helpful comments. 

While they were curled up together there was a knock on the cell door, on a 
piece of wood hung there by wires. Carmen put on a pair of jeans and 
t-shirt, then slid the door open. Mary made no move to cover herself so 
Jodie didn't either. 

There was a rough looking woman there, her skin leathery from sunlight. Her 
skin was short and very curly and she had tattoos up and down her bare arms. 
Her face was broad and flat, with a large nose. She looked mean, but Mary 
didn't seem concerned. 

She talked with Carmen in something other than English. Carmen frowned and 
shook her head, saying something back. Then both nodded and punched each 
other's hands. The woman went away and Carmen slid the door closed again. 

"What did Adreana want?" Mary asked. 

"Wanted my new pussy. I owe her for Selin, remember?" 

"Oh, yeah. I don't know why you had to borrow that little slut anyway," she 
said, slightly resentful. 

"I want to see eef oriental girls were as obedient as dhey say." Carmen 
grinned teasingly. She turned and looked at Jodie. 

"I owe her a tongue job now and she wants ju. I didn't want to let ju go 
seence jou're so new and I haven't eeven broken ju een so we make the deal." 

"What kind of deal?" she asked, worriedly. 

She hadn't liked the looks of the woman. 

She can haf ju and Mary both, so long as eet's here, so I can keep my eye on 
ju." 

Jodie didn't feel particularly happy about that. 

"It's okay," Mary sighed. "She really isn't that bad, not as bad as she 
looks anyway." 

"She'd have to be better than she looks." 

Mary laughed. 

"She doesn't hit you much. Sometimes she spanks your butt, that's all. She 
likes to fuck you with a dildo too, sometimes." 

"I don't particularly want to be spanked..." Jodie frowned. "And I've 
already been fucked with a dildo!" 

"Tough," Carmen said. 

"Carmen won't let her hurt you like those bitches," Mary insisted. "Really. 
She isn't mean." 

"Anyway, she's comeeng after dinner," Carmen said. 

Jodie and Mary got dressed then. Neither of them were to wear any underwear. 
Carmen had some sexy lingerie that she'd gotten for Mary but that was only 
for special occasions. The three of them walked down to the cafeteria and 
Carmen went and sat down at her table while Mary and Jodie went in line to 
get their food, and hers. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Dinner was the usual rotten tasting stuff, at least for Jodie and Mary. Mary 
picked up a special tray of meat and vegetables for Carmen, that the woman 
apparently had arranged for somehow. Jodie wished she knew how that was 
done, but had a feeling she'd be unable to emulate it. 

If anything, Jodie thought her food tasted worse than usual, though maybe it 
was just the comparison between the thin soup and old vegetables, and the 
fresh meat and veggies that Carmen was eating. Carmen dug into her food 
while the girls picked at theirs. They sat together across the narrow table 
from her. So they could watch her back, Mary explained. 

Several times during the meal, Carmen picked up a bit of meat or vegetable 
and held it across to Mary. The redhead picked it from her fingers with her 
mouth, licking the fingers to clean them after. Jodie felt embarrassed at 
such a display of subservience, but at the same time both wished and dreaded 
Carmen would hold her hand out to her. 

Then she did, and Jodie, with hardly any hesitation, licked the piece of 
meat out of Carmen's hand. Oh well, she thought. It wasn't as if anyone 
present had any doubts about her new status. 

After dinner they went back to their cell. Her stuff was there, having been 
transferred from her old bunk. Carmen must have arranged it, she thought. 
Then Carmen relaxed back on her bunk. Mary and Jodie stripped naked and got 
into the bunk across from her, waiting for Adreana. 

She arrived soon, wearing jeans, with her shirt tied together just beneath 
her breasts. She looked down at the naked girls with a smile of 
anticipation. 

"Gurhkhkslk," she said. 

Mary rolled out of the bed, motioning for Jodie to imitate her. 

They both stood with their backs to Adreana and their hands behind them. 
Jodie wondered why for a second, then the woman tied her wrists tightly 
together with cord. She moved over and tied Mary's wrists together too, then 
turned them back around, pushing them to their knees. 

She stood there looking down at them as they knelt side by side, sitting on 
their heels. Adreana looked excited by the sight. She stripped off her jeans 
and top. Her breasts were big but saggy. She sat on the edge of the bed and 
the two of them moved between her legs. Like Carmen, her pussy was not 
shaved, but she had much more hair. 

The two of them licked away at her pussy and thighs as the woman lay back 
happily, her hands in both their hair. Jodie didn't feel good. Perhaps the 
smell of Adreana's pussy was bad, but it wasn't turning her on, instead it 
was making her sick. 

Then she said something else. Jodie didn't understand it but Mary apparently 
did. She backed away, going over and sitting on the edge of the bunk across 
from them. She lay back, spread her legs and began to play with herself. 

Adreana hauled Jodie off the floor and sat her down sideways on her lap. She 
began licking at her breasts, and feeling up her pussy. Her hand slid back 
and forth over her tender soft bald pussy as her teeth nipped at Jodie's 
nipples. 

Jodie was surprised to feel herself getting massively aroused. Her entire 
body felt so light it could float away. She felt light-headed too. Her body 
trembled and shook as the woman dug her fingers up into her pussy and pumped 
them in and out. 

Jodie's head hung back and she twitched helplessly. Her body shook and 
quivered and then she came, her entire body jerking, humping and sizzling in 
hot fiery heat. Her brain clouded and her body went hot, then cold, then 
hot. She arched her back, her feet bouncing up and down in the air. 

Her vision blurred, then went black, then she collapsed unconscious. She 
didn't know what was happening. Now and then she heard voices, but couldn't 
concentrate on them. She regained consciousness, sort of, but couldn't think 
or see clearly. 

She knew she was moving, but not why or where. Then there were bright lights 
over her head and she blinked against them. She saw Mary's face, then some 
man's. She wondered if she was still naked, but couldn't find it in herself 
to be embarrassed or to worry about anything. She felt very light, like she 
was floating. * * * * * They didn't even have to steal the ambulance. It 
stopped for them and the two attendants got out with a smile at Murgon. 
Murgon got behind the wheel and Jim got in the passenger side. They drove 
the remaining few miles to the prison, going around the back and through the 
gate there. 

Nobody questioned them. They drove up to a low building and stopped by the 
door, then Murgon got out. Jim followed and they went around to the rear of 
the van and pulled out a gurney, rolling it to the door. Murgon pushed a 
bell and the door opened. 

Jim shook his head at how easy it was, worrying about that. Nothing was this 
easy, he told himself. 

They went down a narrow stone corridor and then turned left down another. 
Within a minute or so they came to a door with a red cross on it. Murgon 
pushed it open and he followed him into the brightly lit little room. Right 
away he noticed something wrong. 

There was the girl all right. She was on a table, naked and from the looks 
of her face, higher than a kite. There was another girl there, obviously 
another prisoner, and she frowned very suspiciously when she saw them enter. 

There was a man in a white coat there. From what Murgon had said, he would 
not be in on things. There was also a pair of guards who would be. The only 
problem was to have been knocking the medico out before he could understand 
what was going on. 

Now they had this prisoner too. Neither of the guards appeared pleased that 
she was there. They stood in the corner fidgeting and looking nervously at 
one another. Murgon nodded towards the girl, obviously indicating that he 
should take care of her. 

That was just great, he thought. He'd hit a lot of people before, including 
a few women, but this one was really short and thin. He was afraid if he hit 
her hard, he'd kill her. Then Murgon moved as Jim was still thinking about 
what to do. 

He slammed his knee into the medico's crotch, doubling him over and then 
gave him a hard fist on the back of the neck. Jim jumped the girl, who 
struggled, trying to cry out. His hand clamped tightly over her mouth as he 
squeezed her throat. 

She jerked and shook, trying desperately to pull away while he held his arm 
tightly against her throat. Her struggles grew more frantic, then abruptly 
ceased. 

"Not very fucking fast!" Murgon snarled. 

"Well give me a little more warning next time!" Jim snapped back. 

"Let's go." 

"Take care of us first, stupid," One of the guards said. 

"Oh yeah." 

Then the other guard shook his head. "No good," he said. 

"What's that mean?" Murgon demanded. 

"He took too long with the girl. When they question her, they'll know we did 
nothing." 

"No they won't." 

"Yes, they fucking will. Where were we if you were on the doctor and he was 
on the girl." 

"Maybe there was a third man." 

"She'll know there wasn't," he shook his head. 

"No problem," the other guard said. He pulled a knife from off a shelf and 
moved towards her. 

"What is he doing?" Jim frowned. 

"I'll cut her throat. We can blame it on you." 

"Forget it!" Jim snarled. 

"Don't worry. We'll give them the wrong descriptions," he said, leaning 
towards the red headed girl's prone body. 

He gripped her hair and pulled her head up, then tilted it back as he 
brought the knife to her throat. 

Jim picked up a length of board and slammed it into the back of his head, 
knocking him forward on his face. 

The other guard yelled in protest, then grunted as Murgon took him out. 

"Now they're gonna really be pissed off when they wake up," Murgon growled. 
"They might even give our proper descriptions." 

"I ain't getting involved in any murder!" Jim said. "Especially a cute 
little thing like this." 

"She's just some pussy, probably a whore anyway." 

"I don't give a fuck!" 

"They'll just kill her when they wake up." He shrugged. 

"Then we take her with us." 

"What? You trying to get us both killed? How the fuck are we supposed to get 
her out too?" 

"She's small. They're both small. We can get them both on the gurney." 

"You don't think anybody's gonna notice two pussies instead of one, huh?" 

"They ain't gonna be looking, remember?" 

"They better not, man." Murgon shook his head. He went back to the two and 
tied them up, then lifted their guns and stuck them in his belt. 

Jim went over to where Jodie was lying on the table. She had some nice 
little body, he thought, feeling his cock begin to harden as he stared at 
her bald crotch and the hot, sleek looking slit there between her legs. He 
swallowed and fought down his excitement, pulling a white sheet over his 
niece's body. 

He lifted her onto the gurney, then lifted the redhead and placed her beside 
her. Then he and Murgon put several blankets atop the two. Only Jodie's head 
appeared over the edge of the blankets. The blanket was lumpy and thick and 
might, at least for a quick glance, cover the fact that the single small 
head had a large body. 

They rolled the two down the hallway, Murgon complaining all the way, 
mumbling angrily in a low tone of voice. The door pushed open and they 
rolled the gurney out and shoved it into the back of the ambulance. He and 
Murgon then drove off, going through the gate without incident. 

"Hot damn." Jim sighed as they left the walls behind. 

"Yeah. Let's just hope those two assholes keep their deal." 

"Why shouldn't they? They'll get into trouble if they spill." 

"Maybe, but they can still just give our proper descriptions. That'll cause 
enough trouble without them admitting we paid them. If we get caught then 
it's our word against theirs." 

"So we won't get caught." Jim shrugged. 

They pulled off the road and handed the ambulance over to the two 
attendants. Actually they tied them both up and put them in the back of the 
ambulance. Then they hauled the girls into the back of a small van and drove 
off. Murgon drove while Jim got in the back with the girls. 

Jodie was conscious. Her eyes were incredibly wide and vacant as she looked 
up at him. She was humming and her finger was circling back and forth and 
from side to side as she turned her attention to its movements. He ignored 
her. She seemed to be more than happy enough. 

He turned the other girl onto her back and looked down at her. She was still 
unconscious, but seemed to be breathing regularly. As he watched her eyelids 
started to flutter, then she woke up. At first she seemed confused, then as 
she remembered she sat up sharply, jerking back from him with a frightened 
stare. 

"Don't worry," he said, in Turkish. "We aren't going to hurt you." 

"Don't hurt me!" she pleaded, in English. 

"You speak English." 

"Yes." 

"What's your name?" 

"Mary." 

"You sound Irish." 

"I am." 

"I just said we aren't going to hurt you, Mary." 

"What are you going to do with us?" she asked, still obviously frightened. 

"Nothing. I'm her, uh, uncle. I came to get her. We took you because you 
were there and the guards wanted to kill you to keep you quiet." 

She looked at him for a moment, then seemed to relax. 

"Shit," she said, then. 

"Hey, we got you out." 

"I was getting out in a couple of weeks anyway. Now I'm a jail breaker. You 
know what the Turks do to people who break out of their jails?" 

"No." 

"Shit," she said. 

"We'll get you out of the country." 

"Yeah, sure. The more the merrier," Murgon snorted. 

Jodie reached up then and slid her hand between the redhead's thighs, 
squeezing her pussy. Mary blushed and shoved her hand away, but Jodie pouted 
and reached for her breast. Mary pushed her hand away again as Jim looked on 
with interest. 

Mary blushed further, looking away. She pushed Jodie's hands together over 
her belly and pulled the sheet back up again. Jodie wouldn't stay still, 
though. She pulled her hands up and knocked off the sheet. 

"Come and suck me, Maryyyy," she whined. 

"Hush!" Mary frowned. 

"I want you to suuuuuckkk meeee," she whined. 

"Yeah, go and suck her, girlie," Murgon cackled. 

"You shut up!" Mary snapped. 

Mary sat in the corner, her back to the front seat as Jodie wove her hands 
around in circles above her head. 

"What did you give her?" she demanded. 

"I don't know. Someone at the prison was supposed to give her something to 
make her sick." 

"It did. Now she's high as a kite." 

"I can see that." 

Jodie kicked the sheets off herself yet again, rolling over onto her side, 
then rolling back on her belly. She spread her legs and began to masturbate. 
Mary flushed again, pulling the sheet up over the blonde. Jodie shoved it 
right back off again with a whining complaint about being hot. 

"She sure is hot." 

Murgon laughed. He kept looking over his shoulder. 

"Watch the fuckin' road!" Jim snapped. 

"Why don't you suck her, red?" Murgon leered. 

"Up yours!" she snarled. 

Jodie had her legs bent, her knees were jerking out to the sides, her bottom 
grinding on the bed. Her hands were rubbing against her pussy as she panted 
and sighed and thrashed her head from side to side. Both Jim and Mary tried 
not to watch, but they couldn't help hearing the blonde's yips and grunts 
and whines. 

Then she groaned long and loudly, her body arching and her hard nipples 
sticking out straight as she came. She humped up high, then did it a second 
time, then lay still, apparently unconscious again. Jim's cock was like 
steel and he kept his legs closed to conceal it from the redhead. 

She was staring at Jodie with a kind of longing, and Jim abruptly realized 
that she wished the two of them were alone so she could suck the blonde 
girl's pussy. That made him even more excited as he imagined the two of them 
sixty-nineing. 

She caught him watching her and flushed, turning her face away. 

"Uhhh, what were you doing in the infirmary?" Jim asked, trying to change 
the subject. 

"I went with her so she'd be okay," she said. 

"I don't understand. 

The girl shrugged, and he thought she wasn't going to say anything more. 

"We were afraid if she went alone they'd rape her. They do that a lot when 
they can get a cute girl alone, especially if she's as helpless as that 
one." 

"We?" 

"Carmen and me. Carmen's our... room mate. She bribed the medico to let me 
come. The guards didn't like it but they couldn't say anything." 

"Where are we going anyway?" Jim asked. 

"I got a place I know. It's a little grungy, but it's safe enough. We'll 
stay there tonight. In the morning we'll take the pussies to the shore and 
put them on a fishing boat. 

"Before we do though, I'm gonna give that little blonde a good hard fuck." 

"No you ain't," Jim snapped. 

"Aww, shit. What do you care? Anyway, she won't even remember it." 

"I said not." 

"All right," he sulked. "I'm gonna get that lezzie red head though." 

"You can do whatever you want with her as long as she agrees." 

"You're no fuckin' fun, man." 

"Tough. You're making too much money to have fun." 

"You know, seeing as you both speak English, it would only be polite for you 
to talk English around me," Mary said, peevishly. 

"What the fuck are you, Miss Manners?" Jim demanded. 

"I was telling him how I want to fuck your buttery little pussy," Murgon 
said. 

"Up yours," she replied. 

"I bet you got a bare little crack like your girlfriend," he giggled. 

She glared at him and was silent. 

"Hey, come on baby. When's the last time you had a cock up your hole? I bet 
you're pantin' for it." 

"With all those crummy Turk guards? You must be kidding?" 

"Yeah, you're right," Murgon said. "but I still want to ride you." 

"In your dreams," she said. 

They drove into the city and parked the battered van in an alley behind an 
equally battered old building. It was a hotel, of sorts. Jim wouldn't have 
rated it four stars, nor even two. In fact, it would be hard pressed to earn 
any stars at all. The place was a dump. 

Still, it seemed reasonably clean and bare of vermin. He and Murgon carried 
Jodie while the redhead held the door for them. They went up a steep, 
creaking flight of stairs to the third floor, then down a narrow, dimly lit 
hallway until stopping before a cheap door. 

Murgon pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked it, then they brought Jodie 
in and closed the door behind them. Jim set her down on the bed and then 
looked around. It wasn't much of a room. There were two old steel framed 
beds set a few feet apart. They took up most of the room. 

The only other furnishings were a small table and lamp standing between 
them, a rickety looking twelve inch black and white TV, and a coat rack in 
the corner. Jim went over and turned on the TV. To his surprise, it worked. 
A snowy picture of an old man walking through a ploughed field came on the 
screen. 

The voice talked about farm quota production and how good Turkey's crop 
would be this year. He heard Jodie moan and turned around. Murgon was 
sitting on the bed beside her, rubbing her pussy. 

"Will you get the fuck away from her?!" Jim snapped. 

"Easy, easy, my friend. I was only playing a bit," Murgon said, moving away 
and then sitting on the opposite bed. 

"How long will she be like that?" Mary asked. 

"I don't fucking know. I don't even know what they gave her." 

He looked at Murgon, who shrugged. 

"I don't know either. She seems happy though." 

"I'm gonna go downstairs then and get a drink," Murgon said, rising from the 
bed. 

"Maybe you should come with me, let those two be together," he snickered. 

"I'll stay here," he said. 

Murgon left. Jim got up and wandered to the window, looking out through the 
dirty glass. He checked his watch unhappily, then moved to the door to the 
bathroom. There were actually towels inside, though they were small. 

"I'm gonna take a quick shower," he told the redhead. 

She nodded. He worried for a second about leaving her alone with Jodie, but 
then figured, hell, they've probably been sucking each other for days now. 
She can't hurt the little blonde. He stripped and turned on the water, 
stepping into it with a sigh of relief. 

It was then that he realized there was no soap. He snarled a low curse and 
pulled the shower curtain back a little, easing out without letting too much 
water spray out onto the floor. He checked the counter. Nothing. He looked 
around and still couldn't find any. 

"Fucking Turkish assholes," he muttered. 

He pulled one of the skinny towels around his hips and jerked the door open, 
marching out into the room. 

"Have you seen...." he stopped with a quick intake of breath. 

Jodie was bare again, the sheet off her. She was on her back, her legs 
spread. The redhead, Mary, knelt between her legs. She too was naked, her 
thin slit looking up at him from only a couple of feet away as she lapped at 
Jodie's pussy. 

She stopped suddenly, startled, turning to stare at him. He was staring at 
her pussy, not her face. As if in a trance, he walked forward, then slid his 
wet hand onto her backside. She turned away then, her face returning to 
Jodie's pussy. 

She again began to lick away at the thin, hairless slit as Jim slid his hand 
down between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She pushed her bottom back at 
him and he quickly dropped the towel, letting his steel hard cock stand up 
straight. 

Jodie was writhing on the bed as she moaned and cooed in satisfaction. Mary 
let her legs slide apart and Jim brought his hard erection against her 
pussy. He was intensely aroused and could not hold back and he plunged his 
manhood deep into her tight silky pussy tube. 

She grunted as he filled her hole, but made no other sign. She continued to 
lick avidly at Jodie's pussy, her fingers now sliding in and out of the 
blonde girl's pussy. Jim started to pound his cock up and down her hole, too 
excited to take things slow and steady as was normal. 

His hard, brutal thrusts half lifted the girl off her knees as she bent down 
into Jodie's crotch. Then Jodie bucked herself up and down. Mary seized her 
thighs and hung on as the blonde came, her eyes rolling back in her head. 

Then Jodie seemed to collapse, exhausted. Mary rose up, her back coming up 
against Jim's chest. His hands slid around her, rubbing her belly and 
cupping her breasts. His right hand slid down her belly and between her 
legs, then he lifted her up, twisting her around and putting her on the 
other bed. 

She twisted around as well, pulling free of his cock and rolling onto her 
back, her eyes wide and excited. He mounted her, sliding in between her 
knees as if he'd been doing it forever. His cock drove deep into her belly 
and her arms slid around his shoulders as they kissed. 

Within seconds his ass was rising and falling as he humped into her with 
desperate need. She lunged back up to meet his driving thrusts, groaning and 
sighing in pleasure. His cock rode back and forth in her tight, elastic 
pussy tunnel as he crushed her lips with his. 

The bed creaked beneath them as he humped her. Neither noticed, both too 
wrapped up in their lust. Jim felt her hands squeezing his ass, hauling him 
in tight against her crotch. He fucked harder, his hips smashing against her 
inner thighs as she kept her legs wide open. 

In a frenzied daze, her jerked her ankles up and back, forcing them up 
against her ears, spreading her pussy even more and lifting it up against 
him. He supported himself by his hands and toes, his hands pressing down on 
her ankles and his toes on the bed. He lunged up and down, his cock 
skewering her, sliding in and out of like a machine, like a piston as it 
rasped upwards towards her clitty. 

She growled in torment, whining and grunting with the force and power of his 
fucking motions. Jim felt the pressure build up in his balls, felt them 
ready to explode. Hardly aware of anything else but the connection between 
his cock and her pussy. He noted vaguely, with not real interest, that 
Murgon was back and was on the other bed with Jodie, but didn't think about 
it. His cock gushed out a hot stream of semen, pouring it down into Mary's 
belly. It cooled him somewhat, but didn't satisfy him. 

He continued to rut down into her, his cock slicing back and forth between 
her damp pink pussy lips. He felt her pussy squeezing and sucking on his 
shaft as it tore in and out of her. Then he felt it twisting and spasming 
and quivering around him. He looked up, dazed, and saw Mary's eyes closed 
and her lips drawn back as she grit her teeth. 

She grunted furiously as she came, and he renewed his humping. His belly and 
hips hammered down into her buttocks, crashing and smashing and crushing her 
beneath him. His cock stabbed her repeatedly, spearing deep into her belly 
as he pummeled her loins with his body. 

Then he came again, a huge wad of sticky sperm blasting down into her 
overflowing pussy hole. She drank it down. He could feel her pussy sucking 
it down like a drowning man with a bottle of water. 

Then finally, he collapsed atop her. Her legs were still bent back atop her 
and it was a half minute before he could let them go and Mary could slide 
them down on either side of his shoulders until they touched the bed 
finally. 

Jim lay atop her, panting. He turned his head and watched Murgon hammering 
his cock into Jodie's pussy. He couldn't find it in himself to be angry. He 
watched, noting as he did, that Murgon was really giving it to her. Jodie 
did not seem at all bothered. 

She was humping back at him, her pussy sounding squishy with moisture and 
gleaming from the overhead light. He watched her raise her legs, bringing 
her ankles down on Murgon's shoulders as he drove his long, thick cock down 
into her. 

Her mouth gaped and her tongue lolled out as she whined and groaned in 
passion. Murgon's hands were squeezing and fondling her breasts and she 
squealed every time he gave them a fresh squeeze. Then he threw his hips 
forward and buried his cock inside her body, holding it there as he sighed 
with relief. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Jim was about to say something unfriendly, when he caught the scene on the 
TV. It was the prison. He jumped up and ran over to it, turning it up. 

"Holy Shit!" he said, as he listened. 

".... and both guards were found castrated, with their throats cut out," the 
reporter was saying. 

"The escaped prisoners were..." Jodie's and Mary's pictures flashed on the 
screen. 

"Jodie McNeill, an American. She is Five feet, six inches tall, with medium 
length blonde hair. She weighs one hundred and six pounds. She was in prison 
for murder, prostitution and terrorism." 

"Huh?" Jim said. 

"The other girl is Mary O'Cameron. She is five feet tall, with curly red 
hair. She weighs ninety five pounds and has a scar on the back of her right 
hand. She was in prison for murdering a little boy, and for terrorism." 

"What's he say?" Mary demanded. 

"Shit, man," Murgon said, coming over and watching. 

"A One hundred million lira reward is set for information on the whereabouts 
of either or both of these women. Two men aided their escape, they are..." 

He went on to give a very accurate description of both Jim and Murgon. 

"What is this shit about murder?" Murgon demanded. "I thought she was in 
there for drug running." 

"She was." Jim glared. 

"What the fuck happened to the guards?" 

"Huh?" 

"He said they were both castrated and had their throats cut." 

"What?!" 

"They were alive when we left them." 

"What's going on?" Mary demanded. 

"Shut up!" Murgon growled. 

"Why would they go to all this trouble for one little broad?" Jim frowned. 

"I don't know, unless you didn't tell me everything!" 

"I told you everything I know!" he turned to Mary. 

"They're saying on the radio that we killed those two guards." 

"Did you?" 

"No! Of course not! They're also saying you and Jodie are some kind of 
murdering terrorists. Why would they want you back so much? What were you in 
for?" 

Mary looked back with a confused look. 

"Terrorists?" 

"Yeah." 

Then a light bulb appeared over her head. 

"Ohhhhhh. I bet I know what it is," she said. 

"So tell us." 

"Jodie was taken at the airport you know, probably at random. They planted 
some drugs on her so she'd get sent here, but this place is for harder 
people. They must have changed her record so she'd come here." 

"Why would they care where she came?" 

"Cause they used her to smuggle drugs into the prison. They filled up her 
pussy and ass with drugs and then took it off here. The ones responsible are 
probably afraid she'll get out and tell the papers and everything and 
they'll be found out." 

"Great. Just great," he said. 

"So now we have these crazy bastards after us afraid we'll get them executed 
if she gets away," Murgon sighed. "I want more money," he said. 

"Up yours," Jim snarled. 

"They're hot as hell now! It's gonna cost a lot more to get them out of the 
country." 

"I should never have answered the phone," Jim sighed, shaking his head 
sadly. 

"Well it's too fucking late now, boy. Those bastards will cut our throats if 
they catch us." 

"I know. I know. All right, do we carry on with the fishing boat thing?" 

"I think so. They'll be expecting us to try for the airports probably, or at 
least the rail or roadways. It's not very far from here to the Russian 
border either. No, it's safer to make for the Mediterranean Sea and take a 
fishing boat to Greece or Cyprus." 

"I wanna go to Greece," Jodie mumbled from the bed. 

"I'll give you Greek," Murgon muttered. 

"Are we safe here?" 

"I don't know. I think so, at least for tonight." 

"All right then, let's try and get some sleep." 

Jim joined Mary on the bed again, this time lying down and trying to get 
some shut-eye. Murgon slipped under the covers with Jodie. His hands slid up 
and down her body casually as he tried to relax. He ran through his plan and 
tried to think up others in case their new found celebrity status screwed 
things up. 

Jodie was still groggy from the drugs when she woke up during the night. 
There was little light in the room, but enough to see the large, heavy, 
hairy figure atop her was a man. He was pressing down heavily atop her, his 
legs between her widely splayed knees. 

Then he slipped into her. She felt her pussy-hole penetrated by what was 
unmistakably a male organ. It pushed deep inside her, then the figure atop 
her began bouncing and grunting as the cock slid in and out, rubbing up 
towards her clitty. 

She was overwhelmed both by his size and smell. His hairy, heavy body 
pressed down on her, crushing her into the thin mattress. Her legs were 
splayed as his sweating crotch hammered down into her. She heard herself 
moaning and felt her pussy heating rapidly under the heavy impact of his 
cock. 

Her pussy was being reamed with brutal efficiency. She had no idea by whom 
or where or why. She didn't know where she was or how she'd gotten there. 
All she understood was that a big hairy man was fucking her... hard. She 
groaned again, before her lips were covered by his. 

His tongue shot into her mouth, startling her. She felt it slide and dart 
and wiggle around inside her oral cavity as his heavy body bounced up and 
down on top of her. His hands slid under her, cupping her buttocks and 
pulling her lower body up to meet his as he thrust down into her. 

His mouth then slid down and bit down hard on her right nipple, then sucked 
a great wad of soft flesh into it and began chewing and sucking on it. Jodie 
was dazed and bewildered, assaulted by his body and by her own body's 
reactions. 

She felt her belly fluttering wildly, felt the blood shooting up and down 
her veins. Her limbs jerked spastically, and her back arched. She felt her 
hot body overheating, then approaching an explosion. 

"Yes... Yes... Yes... Yessss!" she grunted, her voice barely audible. 

His cock pounded down into her pussy-hole, his crotch and his hairy belly 
rasping and rubbing against the soft flesh of her crotch and inner thighs. 
She felt like she was being ridden by a Gorilla. Then she opened her mouth 
and gurgled in ecstasy as her body exploded. 

She came furiously, her limbs shaking and twitching, her pussy humping up to 
meet his downward thrusts as he pounded his cock even faster into her. His 
long, hard fingers dug into her ass cheeks, hauling her up off the squeaking 
bed as he thrust his cock deep into her belly. 

She came and came, her orgasm prolonged and extended by the hard, almost 
painful rasping of his hairy cock-shaft on her soft, tender flesh. She 
mewled dazedly, her body flaring and pulsing with heat and electricity, 
consumed by fiery sexual impulses that sizzled up and down her spine. 

The strange man's cock drove into her brutally, hammering down her pussy 
tube with a searing, wet plunging stroke that drove the copious juices out 
around her tightly sucking pussy lips. She moaned louder, her head thrashing 
from side to side, her face crushed by his chest now as he rode up over her. 

As weak as she was, her voice was barely audible. Jim heard her, however. He 
was on his left side, his crotch pressed into Mary's ass. He blinked his 
eyes open and looked across the narrow space separating the two beds, 
watching as Murgon stuffed her pussy full of meat. 

He watched her eyes flutter and her back arch, then heard her moan again, 
her voice full of pleasure and bliss. His cock hardened almost immediately, 
pressing up into Mary's buttocks. His hands were around her and quickly 
found her rounded breasts, squeezing into her fleshy meat. 

He humped against her, waking her. She smiled tiredly, reaching down between 
her legs and grabbing his cock. She slid it back and forth between her pussy 
lips, rubbing it across her clitty, then opened her legs a little and slid 
the cockhead up into her pussy. 

Jim humped forward, driving his cock up into her, imagining it was Jodie's 
pussy he was fucking. He sawed in and out of her from behind, his hands 
sliding between her breasts and her pussy, rubbing across her hardened 
nipples and soft little clitty. 

She cooed and humped back against him as he fucked her. Murgon lifted 
Jodie's legs up onto his shoulders. His hands went around her waist and he 
hauled her up like a rag doll, jerking her entire body up and down as he 
drove his cock down into her. She groaned again. 

Jim felt his cum boiling and fucked into Mary harder, feeling and hearing 
her buttocks slap and crack against his belly as he thrust his dick into 
her. She gasped and arched her back and he felt his cock grow harder still, 
then his sperm gushed out, spewing across from his body into hers, filling 
her pussy with soft hot wetness. 

He sighed and settled down, closing his eyes wearily and trying to sleep. 
Eventually he did, his cock still embedded between Mary's wet pussy lips. 

When Jodie woke again it was morning. Bright sunlight streamed through the 
window and lit up the little room for her tired eyes. 

She looked around in confusion, wondering what in hell had happened, and 
where in hell she was. She looked at the unshaved, hairy man beside her with 
disgust, lifting his hand off her belly and dropping it onto the bed at his 
side. 

She sat up and looked around. Mary was on the bed across from her, but the 
other figure had too short hair to be Carmen. No. It was a man. She was, she 
realized, naked. She got out of bed and gingerly tip-toed around the room, 
looking for her clothes. They weren't there. 

Then she recognized the man beside Mary. It was her Uncle Jim. She was even 
more confused now. She seemed to remember something about him from last 
night, but couldn't sort it out. She did seem to remember being fucked in 
the middle of the night, probably by that hairy guy there in bed with her. 

She sorted through a small bag of men's clothes and pulled out a shirt, 
slipping it over her head. It fell down around her knees, a covering of 
sorts anyway. Then she walked over to Uncle Jim and shook him. He yawned and 
stretched, opening his eyes slowly. 

He looked at her for a moment before speaking. 

"Isn't that my shirt?" he said. 

"I don't know. My clothes aren't around anywhere. Where the fuck are we? How 
did I get here?" 

He slowly sat up, stripping half the covers off Mary, who turned out to be 
as naked as she'd been when she'd woken. Uncle Jim didn't seem to be wearing 
anything either. 

"We're in a hotel room hiding. Me and Murgon.." he nodded at the hairy guy, 
"broke you out of prison last night. We arranged for you to be drugged so 
you'd be taken to the infirmary, then took you away in an ambulance." 

"Wow," she said, wide eyed. "Geeze... Thanks doesn't seem to cover it." 

"Well, don't thank us yet. It turns out those folk were a lot more attached 
to you than we'd thought." 

He lit up a cigarette. 

"What do you mean?" 

"We figured we'd get you out and nobody would much care. Because you were 
smuggling drugs into the prison for these jerkoffs at the airport, they're 
afraid you're gonna rat on them to the papers or the authorities or 
something. They've put your name on the TV and probably in the papers, 
saying you're a terrorist murderer. It's gonna be a lot harder to get out of 
this shitty country than I'd thought." 

He looked out the window and yawned again. Then he frowned. 

"Shit," he said. "What time is it?" 

He looked at his watch, then jerked the pillow out from under Mary's head, 
waking her as her head fell to the mattress. He flung the pillow at Murgon, 
who woke with a cry of confusion, looking around wildly. 

"It's almost eight o'clock, Murgon. I thought we were supposed to be out of 
here by seven." 

"Huh? Oh. Yeah." he looked at his watch too. "Well, so we'll be a little 
later." 

He got out of bed, ignoring Jodie and his nudity. Her eyes opened wider as 
she say his large, thick cock hanging between his legs. Had she actually 
been fucked by that big thing? She wondered how big it got when he was 
excited. 

Murgon put his shirt on, then jerked his pants up. Jim swung his legs out of 
bed and stood up, also naked. Jodie turned away, looking at Mary, who sat up 
and rubbed her eyes groggily. 

"Awake at last, huh?" Mary said. 

"Yeah. Had a nice time?" 

"Not bad." 

"You two get dressed. We got to get the fuck out of here," Jim said. 

"I got no clothes," Jodie complained. 

"Oh, yeah. That's right. You didn't have any in the infirmary." 

"That's cause she was naked when your drugs took effect," Mary said. 

She didn't say she'd been sucking some woman's pussy at the time. 

Murgon was bustling around, gathering up his few possessions. He slapped 
Jodie on the backside when he passed. 

"Don't worry blondie. I'll get you something pretty to wear." he grinned. 

She glared at him and rubbed her bottom, looking at Mary accusingly. She 
shrugged and began putting on her own clothes. Jim came up behind her and 
slipped a belt around Mary's waist, cinching it tight. 

"There. From a distance it looks like a dress," he said. 

"Are you kidding?" 

"It's only for a bit. We'll stop at some kind of store and Mary can get you 
something. We ain't goin' to a fashion show." 

"I don't even have any shoes." 

"So we'll get you some. Half the fuckin' people in this country don't wear 
shoes either." 

He stuffed a gun in the back of his belt, then slid a cheap jacket over his 
shirt and picked up his bag. He turned to the others. 

"You all ready?" 

"I'm ready," Murgon said. "Let's go." 

"Just a second," Mary said. Stomping her feet into her shoes, then running 
out after them. Jodie stayed right behind the two, hoping nobody would see 
her. She felt practically naked, and this wasn't prison, this was the 
outside where you were supposed to be fully dressed. 

They had gone down one floor when the door at the bottom of the stairwell 
opened and a large number of people began climbing the stairs. Jim looked at 
Murgon, who shrugged. They backed up a few stairs and opened the door to the 
second floor, ushering the girls in ahead of them. 

They gathered at the side of the door as a half dozen men walked up past 
them. Jim pushed the door open a little and looked up, then down. He turned 
and nodded at the others, then pushed the door open and began to hurry down 
the stairs as quietly as possible. 

Jodie and Mary followed, Murgon bringing up the rear, his hand on his gun. 
They reached the bottom and bunched up behind Jim, who was peaking around 
the corner. Then he moved forward, hurrying to the door to the alley. 

"Wait here," he whispered. 

He pushed open the door to the alley and came face to face with two 
surprised Turkish policemen. Before either could react he kneed the one on 
the right in the groin, then slammed his right fist into the one on his 
left. He brought his knee up into the first one's face as the man grunted 
and doubled up from the knee in the crotch. 

He flew backwards against the side of a police van and then slid to the 
ground. The other one started to rise and Jim kicked him hard in the face, 
throwing him up and back onto his back, then he followed with a vicious kick 
into the man's open crotch, which produced a groan. 

"Let's get the fuck out of here!" he hissed at the others. 

They ran to the van, Murgon scooping up the policemen's machine-guns and 
radios. Then the van spat and coughed, but started finally. They lurched 
forward as men began to pour out of the door. 

"Get down!" Jim yelled, shoving Jodie's head below the window. 

Bullets flew after them, at least one, smashing through the rear window out 
the front. Murgon was fumbling with the machine-guns, trying to get them to 
work, but they reeled around the corner and out of sight first. 

Jim floored the accelerator, which was pretty much the normal way of driving 
around there anyway. They zipped in and out of traffic, horns honking all 
around them. 

"Turn left!" Murgon shouted. 

Jim did, almost colliding with a bus. He barely jerked the wheel over in 
time, then careened past a group of goats and over a bridge. 

"Right at that corner!" Murgon said. 

There was the sound of sirens behind them as they turned one way, then 
another, finally driving slowly through a series of small alleyways and up 
behind a pile of garbage. 

"Stop. This is good." 

Jim stopped, wiping sweat off his forehead. 

"Shit!" he panted. "And I ain't even had any fuckin' coffee." 

"I'll get you some good Turkish coffee my friend," Murgon said, jumping out 
of the van." 

"Where are you going?" Jim demanded. 

"First to get another vehicle. Those policemen have certainly got out 
description and license on the radio by now." 

He cursed then and dove through the window, fumbling for something. He 
pulled out the police radio and handed it to Jim. 

"Listen to this and try and see what they're doing. I'm going to go and get 
something else to drive and also some kind of clothes for the ladies." 

"And something to fuckin' drink." 

"And eat, yes. I will be a half hour or so. You should be safe here for a 
while. If you hear on the radio that they are coming here, go to the tavern 
down the street from my place. I'll meet you there when I can." 

He walked off, and Jim turned on the radio, listening to the progress of the 
hunt for them. There were roadblocks set up and he wrote down where, though 
he thought they were past most of them by now. Murgon was right in one 
thing, they had the license of the van. 

"What happens if we get caught?" Jodie asked. 

"We go back and get raped a lot," Mary said, with a shrug. 

"If we get caught we'll probably get killed, baby. They don't want any of us 
telling tales that could get them in trouble." 

"Well, we'll just have to make sure we don't get caught then," Jodie said, 
practical as always. 

She adjusted her glasses, then took them off and frowned at how dirty they 
were. She began wiping them on the hem of her shirt. 

"I hope Carmen will be okay without us," Mary sighed. 

"Who the fuck is Carmen?" Jim asked. 

"She's uh, she was our cell mate. I hope they don't blame her for us 
escaping." 

"She's a bitch anyway," Jodie said. 

"How can you say that?" Mary demanded. "She was nice to you." 

Jodie put her glasses back on and gave Mary a cynical look. 

"You were in there too long, Mary." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"It means that by now you probably figure anyone who doesn't beat you up is 
a good person. " 

"She protected me and you." 

"So she could have fun with us herself. Don't forget how she used to sell 
you to the guards and other women, and how she let that fat cow play with us 
both, yech," she said. 

"She didn't do it often," Mary said, sulking. 

"Shit. If some boyfriend out here asked you to fuck someone who paid him for 
it, how would you react? Would you still think he was a good guy?" 

"So Murgon was right, you were sucking pussy in there, huh? Have a hard 
time?" 

She shrugged. 

"I lived through it," she said. 

"You came when I sucked you," Mary accused, pouting. 

Jodie looked at Jim and reddened. 

"Shut up, will you." 

"That's okay. I saw you cumming last night anyway. You should have seen 
yourself." 

"What?" she demanded, looking at him and then at Mary. 

"What do you mean?" 

"You were delirious and horny as hell." Jim grinned. 

"You kept throwing off your covers and demanding everybody fuck you," Mary 
said, nastily. 

"I... did?" she gulped. 

"And when we didn't, you jerked off right in the van, right in front of us." 

Jodie turned even redder. 

"Gave Murgon a real good show. No wonder he had to fuck you later." 

"Well, I bet you had a good time too," Jodie glared. "At least I was drugged 
up. What's your excuse?" 

"Okay, knock it off," Jim sighed. 

"Even gave your Uncle a big boner," Mary sneered. 

"He had to fuck me to get it down. If I wasn't there he'd probably have 
fucked you." 

"I said shut the fuck up!" Jim snapped. "I don't need to bring you with us, 
baby," he said at Mary, who sulked but was silent. 

A big truck drove into the alley behind them. Jim pulled one of the 
machine-guns up front and took the safety off. The truck stopped and a 
figure swung down from the cab and came towards them. It was Murgon. He 
jumped out of the van and motioned the girls out. 

"That's what we're driving?" He demanded. 

"Yup. We don't want a car, there's no place to hide the women in. They're 
looking for four people after all. 

"So why not another van?" 

"Because the police are stupid that's why. They're looking for a van so 
they're liable to stop and search any van, regardless of the license or 
description. That leaves a truck. This one will do fine." 

"Were do the girls go?" 

"In the back... unfortunately," he slid his hand up and down Jodie's ass 
before she jerked away with a curse. "I got clothes for them too." 

"It's gonna be a bumpy ride in the back," Jim said, doubtfully. 

"It's gonna be a bumpy ride in the front too. This thing had shock absorbers 
once I suppose, but not now. At least they got a mattress back there to 
cushion the impact." 

"Okay, you two get in the back of the truck," Jim sighed. 

"How come we have to ride in the back?" Jodie complained, resentfully. 

"Because the cops are looking for you two, that's why, and because of all 
the trucks in this country, almost none have women in the cabs. We want to 
avoid attention, remember?" 

Murgon opened the big back door and lifted first Mary, then Jodie up into 
the empty back. It wasn't completely empty. There was a dirty mattress on 
the floor and a little pile of clothes next to it. There was also a bag of 
food and a canteen of water. A naked light bulb halfway up the wall was lit. 

"Have fun girls. Don't EAT too much," Murgon said, cackling wildly. He 
slammed the door closed and bolted it, leaving Mary and Jodie alone. They 
barely managed to get onto the mattress, and sit down before the truck 
lurched backwards. Jodie grabbed a strap on the side while Mary fell over 
onto her back, cursing. 

The truck backed out of the alley, then moved forward. Eventually, they were 
able to let go of the straps and wolf down some of the food. Then Mary 
pulled over the pile of clothes and began to sort through them. 

"Hey!" she cried. 

"What?" 

"Look at these!" She held up a dress for Jodie to examine. The thing was a 
slinky, sheath like garment that wouldn't even cover her bottom if she wore 
it. She thought at first it was a top, but then discovered that there were 
no pants or skirts, only two dresses. Besides that one, there was another, 
slightly longer, which was slit on both sides. 

"That bastard, Murgon. These are whore's dresses!" Mary snarled. 

There was some slinky lingerie as well, and two pairs of impossibly high 
spiked heels. 

"Like we can really run in these," Jodie muttered. "I'm not wearing these." 

"Me neither," Mary said. 

"I can't believe he fucked me. What a pig." 

"He fucked you and you came like a whore." 

"Fuck you, bitch!" 

"Well you did." 

"I was drugged." 

"Big deal." 

"Up yours. I bet you came too with my Uncle's big cock up your slutty little 
hole." 

"So what, at least he takes an occasional bath." 

"Awww, fuck off," Jodie said, settling back down against the side. 

They sat there glaring at each other for a while.. The truck continued to 
lurch and jounce and bounce along. An hour passed, then another. Neither of 
them had a watch and boredom overtook them. They began to talk about home 
and what they'd do when they got there. 

"I'll tell you one thing," Jodie said. "When I get home, I'm sure as fuck 
not leaving again." 

"Me neither," Mary sighed. 

The truck stopped then and both of them looked towards the door. It opened 
and Murgon and Jim looked up at them. 

"Are we there yet?" Jodie asked. 

"Not even close. Do either of you have to go to the bathroom?" Jim asked. 

"Yes." 

"Yes." 

"Come down here and hurry up then." 

They both climbed down to find they were in the middle of nowhere. Jodie 
looked around in all directions and found nothing but bushes and trees and 
an empty, pitted road. 

"Where the fuck are we?" she asked. 

"Prison hasn't done much for your vocabulary, kid," Jim said. 

"Up yours." 

"Go over into the bushes and snap it up," he said. 

"And I ain't wearing those slutty clothes, neither," Mary called back at 
them as she disappeared into the bushes. 

"Yes you are," Jim called after her. 

"Am not," she replied. 

"If someone opens the back, we want them to think you're a pair of whores 
we're driving to another town. We're going to dump the prison clothes right 
here." 

Mary came back out of the woods, glaring at the two of them. 

"They're too small," She complained. 

"They're supposed to be. We want the cop, or whoever, to be too busy staring 
at your body to think about your face." 

"Like me!" Murgon grinned, sliding his tongue over his lower lips. She gave 
him the finger. 

The two of them stripped off their clothes while Jim and Murgon went around 
front of the truck. They pulled on the two slinky whores' dresses and looked 
at each other, doubtfully. 

The material was some kind of cheap cousin of spandex. it was incredibly 
tight, but elastic, so their breasts and bottoms were perfectly outlined. 
Neither came much below their crotches. 

"Shit," Mary said, looking at herself. 

"If this works right, nobody will see you anyways," Jim said, gathering up 
her jumpsuit. 

"Cept me," Murgon leered, staring them both up and down. 

They climbed back into the back of the truck and the doors shut behind them. 
Then the bouncing and lurching began again. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

The truck swayed from side to side as they moved down the highway. It was 
cold in the back and the two girls slid closely together. Alone and bored, 
neither of them really started it. Jodie's arm was around Mary's waist, and 
somehow, her hand found it's way against her left breast, then began rubbing 
lightly. 

Neither of them even noticed at first. Mary's body noticed. Both her breasts 
swelled, her nipples hardening against the thin material of the dress, 
poking out rather obviously. Then she noticed. She turned her head to look 
at Jodie, who was lying back against the side of the truck with her eyes 
closed. 

She smirked, then undid the thin fabric belt which came with the dress and 
tied a loop in it. She eased up and slipped the loop around Jodie's wrists, 
then cinched it tight. 

"What... hey!" 

She quickly pulled the belt through a bar in the side of the truck and 
yanked it tight, forcing Jodie's wrists up hard. 

"Hey! Let me go, you bitch!" 

Instead Mary tied it off, then sat up, grinning down at the angry blonde. 

"Snotty little bitch," she taunted. "Think you're better than me?" 

"Yes!" 

Mary smirked, then opened the front of Jodie's dress to bare her body. 

"Don't touch me! I'll scream!" 

"And bring those two back here and get their cocks hard again? You'd like 
that, little slut." 

She bent and began to run her hands across Jodie's body. 

"Let me go, you dyke!" 

"Yeah, so much better than me," Mary sneered. "Like I didn't see you come 
and come in the cell, with Carmen's dildos stuffing both your holes." 

"Shut up," Jodie said, reddening. 

"Think you're so pure and I'm a slut." 

She bent and let her tongue ride across one of Jodie's nipples, which perked 
up immediately. 

"Don't touch me," Jodie said again, but weakly. 

"Slut," Mary said. 

Her hand moved down between the blonde girl's thighs and began to stroke 
against her clit, and Jodie moaned and twisted, pulling against the fabric 
belt. 

"I-I hate you!" she gasped. 

"You're a slut. Admit it!" 

"I'm not!' 

Mary took a stiff pink nipple into her mouth and bit down on it. 

"Owww!" 

"Admit it!" 

"No. Dyke bitch!" 

Mary leered and squeezed her breasts hard, then pinched and twisted the 
nipples. 

Hot pain and a dark sexual hunger gushed through the blonde girl's breasts 
and she arched her back and twisted against the belt. 

"Slut," Mary sneered. 

"Bitch!" 

Mary slapped one of her breasts, which stung and reddened, and she gasped in 
pain mixed with dark pleasure. 

"Stop it!" 

"Admit you're a whore." 

"No." 

She slapped the other breast, and Jodie moaned and pulled at the belt. 

Mary pinched and twisted her nipples, then abruptly pulled a knapsack of 
supplies Murgon had tossed into the back and set it next to the blonde. 

"What are you...?" 

Mary rolled her over so her belly was crushed down onto the knapsack, 
raising her bottom. Her hand cracked down on the soft flesh and Jodie 
yelped. 

"Admit you're a filthy little slut who likes to suck pussy." 

"Dyke whore," Jodie sneered. 

Mary's hand slapped against her upraised bottom again, and she gasped. Then 
the redhead began a hard, steady spanking that had her twitching and jerking 
and moaning, trying to pull away. 

"Stop it!" 

Mary's hand cracked down against the now red little bottom and Jodie moaned 
in pain, her backside now flaring with heat. 

"Don't!" she whined. 

"Admit you're a whore." 

But Jodie refused. Her body was torn between the pain flaring in her bottom 
and the heat flaring in her loins. There was something deeply arousing about 
being bound this way, bound and helpless. She'd first felt it with Carmen, 
and even, she now realized, a little bit with the others. 

Now her insides were thrumming with sexual hunger, and each hard crack of 
pain only seemed to make it flare hotter. 

"Bitch," she panted. 

"Slut." 

Mary shifted positions, forcing the blonde teenager's legs apart and 
kneeling between. Her left hand slapped down on the girl's raised rump while 
her right jabbed against her bald pussy opening. 

"Look how wet she is," she taunted. 

Jodie moaned in embarrassment. 

"Slut! Whore!" she moaned. "Dirty dyke... oh!" 

Mary thrust two fingers deep into her quim and ground her knuckles against 
the moist pussy opening, then drew back and thrust in a third, then a 
fourth, pumping them roughly in and out as she spanked the recalcitrant 
blonde. 

"Admit you're a whore slut bitch," she demanded. 

"W-Won't!" Jodie gasped. 

Mary continued to thrust her fingers in and out, but now wedged her thumb in 
tight and slowly began to force her entire hand forward. 

At first Jodie felt only the increased pressure against her opening, and 
didn't understand, distracted by the heat within and the sharp spanks 
landing on her throbbing bottom. 

Then as her pussy lips were forced still wider and she felt the thickness of 
the hand being pushed into her she realized the redhead's intent. 

"D-Don't!" she cried, shaken by the realization, shocked and appalled by the 
idea, yet strangely excited. 

"Slut. Admit you're a whore!" 

"Oohhh!" 

Mary's hand was small, but so was Jodie's pussy, and as the knuckles slowly 
ground through the opening she felt a stinging pain at her sex. 

"Please...!" she whimpered. 

"I'm going to fist fuck you, you little slut." 

The words sent a crackling sexual electricity up Jodie's spine, and instead 
of fighting she felt her knees spreading slightly, her bottom raising. She 
felt the woman's knuckles passing into her, felt them grinding across the 
soft, elastic flesh of her pussy tube as the fingers pushed higher and 
higher. 

"Ohhh!" 

"Like that, don't you, slut. Dirty little whore. Still think you're better 
than me?" 

The heel of her hand passed up into Jodie's body, and the blonde girl's taut 
pussy lips closed around her wrist. Still she pushed, driving her fingers 
deeper and deeper into the blonde's soft, warm, moist sex until her questing 
fingers felt the hardness of the girl's cervix. 

Then she drew the fingers back into her palm one by one - and pushed deeper. 

"Ohh! Oh please!" Jodie moaned. 

Mary chuckled darkly, rotating her fist slowly from side to side as she 
pushed it deeper. Her wrist slid through the girl's pussy lips and her 
forearm followed, spreading them wider still. Her fist climbed higher and 
deeper into panting, whimpering blonde's abdomen. 

"Admit you're a slut." 

"I-I'm a slut," Jodie whimpered, her insides burning with pain and pleasure. 

"You loved it when Carmen fucked you with her dildos." 

"I-I loved it! I d-did!" 

"Say, I'm a dirty whore dyke slut." 

Jodie moaned. "I'm dirty whore dyke slut!" 

Mary's smirk widened and she thrust her fist deep. 

Jodie's eyes bulged and her body bucked and jerked against the pain. 

"Don't!!" she begged. 

Mary reached a hand up and slapped the side of one breast, and the blonde 
girl gasped. 

"Raise your ass higher, slut." 

Jodie obeyed, grasping the bar to which her wrists were bound and lifting 
herself onto her knees. She opened her legs more and Mary's fist drove 
deeper. 

"Oh God!" 

"Say it." 

"I-I'm a dirty slut dyke whore," she moaned. 

"You love sucking cock and pussy." 

"I love sucking cock and pussy. Uhhh!" 

Jodie's fist ground against her cervix, and the redhead chuckled, twisting 
her fist from side to side in the girl's hot depths. Her hand slapped 
against the upraised bottom, then against the side of one breast. She 
reached up and yanked back on the girl's blonde hair and Jodie whimpered and 
cried out. 

"You're a whore." 

"I'm a whore," Jodie moaned. "I'm a slut and a whore and a dyke bitch." 

"I bet you wished they'd whored you to every woman and guard at the prison. 
I bet you wish they'd catch you again so you could be a prostitute for 
Carmen." 

"Yes. Yes!" Jodie moaned. 

Mary slapped her breast again, then her bottom, then began to slowly work 
her fist up and down the tight, elastic pussy. * * * * * Jim watched the 
traffic ahead carefully, looking for any signs of roadblocks or other police 
activity. They'd been on the road most of the day now and hadn't seen much 
sign of any cops. He was beginning to relax, to let himself daydream about 
fucking his cute little niece in the asshole. 

Then Murgon cursed. He looked at his friend, who was looking in the rear 
view mirror. He checked his own mirror and also cursed. There were flashing 
blue lights behind them as a police car closed in on their tail. 

"What now?" 

"What do you think? We can't exactly outrun them in this." 

"Do you think they know who we are?" 

"Probably not. They might find out if they check the back though. Don't do 
anything rash. Let them be unless they try to arrest us." 

Murgon pulled the truck over to the side of the road and the police car 
pulled in behind them. The two cops go out and Murgon got down from the 
drivers door and went back to meet them. Neither looked particularly 
friendly and Jim kept his hands on one of the machine-guns. 

"Yes, sirs? What can I do for you?" Murgon asked. 

"You were speeding," one accused him. 

Murgon knew he hadn't been speeding but it was bad for your health to call a 
policeman a liar to his face. 

"I'm so sorry officer," he said. "How much is the fine?" 

He held up a hand with ten American dollars in it and both of them stared at 
it greedily. One of them plucked it out of his hands and slid it quickly 
into his pocket. 

"We'll just check the back of the truck first," the other said. 

"Why?" Murgon asked. 

"Regulations," he replied in a bored tone of voice. 

"But... but sir," Murgon said, hurrying along behind the men as they moved 
around behind the truck. 

"Not smuggling something, are you?" one smirked. 

"Who me? Officers, you wound me," he said. 

One of them turned the bolt and then hauled the doors open. The three stared 
up into the back of the truck in surprise. Only a foot or two from their 
faces, was a mattress. Two naked girls were on the mattress. 

One was bent over while the other had her entire hand and half her arm 
buried in her gleaming pussy hole. 

"Holy shit!" one of the cops said, his cock hardening. 

"Wow! Look at that," the other said. 

"I'm looking. I'm looking," Murgon said, staring lustfully up at the two 
naked girls. They stared for a long moment, then one of the cops turned 
accusingly to Murgon. 

"You're trying to smuggle whores across the border." 

"No, no, officer. I am only bringing them to Durbken for the fishermen," 
Murgon protested. 

The two girls appeared to have noticed their audience now and turned dazedly 
to stare down at the three of them. 

"I think I want a taste of that," one of the cops said, climbing up into the 
back. 

The other grunted and followed him as Murgon wrung his hands worried 
looking. Both girls stared up at the two hairy, fat bellied men as they 
approached. The girls were flushed and breathing hard, their minds dazed and 
confused. 

The first cop tried to pull Mary off Jodie, but the girl's pussy was stuck 
tight around Jodie's hand. Both cops laughed as they slowly pulled her hand 
back Then one knelt behind the blonde while the other dropped on to of Mary. 

He quickly lifted her legs up and shoved them aside, then took out his cock 
and drove it down into her. She took it with a whoosh of escaping air, and a 
hiss of pain and satisfaction. It filled her steamy snatch and began to hump 
down into her with lust crazed desire. 

The other one thrust easily into Jodie's pussy, rutting deliriously as her 
velvet fist encircled his shaft and squeezed it tightly. Both men ignored 
everything except the sweet, wet pussies they were banging. 

Mary lay back, sighing in pleasure as the big cop on top of her squashed her 
into the mattress. His cock ripped in and out of her bare pussy as the 
excited man feasted his eyes on her nubile features. His hands slid up and 
down over her breasts, squeezing and fondling them. 

The cop kneeling behind Jodie was mashing and twisting her hanging breasts 
as he drove his fuck-prong deep into her belly. He was intensely aroused, 
both by the bald pussy he was fucking and by the knowledge that the other 
girl's hand had been fucking it only moments before. 

Jodie was grunting and moaning, her wet, suckling pussy trying desperately, 
and failing, to hold tightly to the thick hairy cock as it ripped in and out 
of her. Her pussy was bathed in cream, her crotch soaking with it and 
shining in the sunlight. I am a whore, she thought dazedly, the smell of the 
Turkish policeman in her nostrils, the feel of his hairy body grinding 
against her flesh, and his hot sweaty hands groping and twisting her breasts 
as he used her. 

Revolted, she still could not resist the heat of her own lust, and moaned in 
excitement as the cop pounded at her sex. Her belly was sizzling and 
shivering with lust, a lust that controlled her mind and soul. She knew, in 
an abstract sense, that she shouldn't be reacting like this to a total 
stranger, especially one who was as ugly as this one. 

All she cared about was cock, and the one pounding in and of her in 
particular. She couldn't do anything to aide him in his fucking. She was too 
heavily pinned and bent, held down by the heavy weight of the fat cop and 
bound tightly by the belt. She knelt there in helpless disgust and reveled 
in the feeling of cock ramming into her. 

Mary lay back, slant eyed and mouth gaping. The other cop's dong drove deep 
into her guts as the cop rode up over her, his belly squashing against her 
upraised bottom as he grunted with effort and pleasure. His fingers were 
like a metal vice surrounding her fat breasts, squeezing and twisting them 
brutally. 

None of those in the truck noticed the second police car that pulled up 
behind the truck, nor Jim dropping out of the side of the cab with a 
machine-gun and diving into a ditch alongside the road. They continued to 
fuck hard into the two girls as several men in plain clothes walked over 
from the parked police car. 

Murgon noticed them and tried to move away. 

"Wait there a moment, you," one of them said. 

Murgon slid his hand into his jacket and took the safety off his stolen 
police revolver, then turned around, all smiles. 

"What can I do for you officers?" he asked. 

The man glared at him, then gazed up at the open back of the truck. He 
smiled thinly before turning back to Murgon. 

"I see we have found the two sluts at last." 

"I... I don't understand, sir," Murgon said. 

"You understand all right, fellow," The man said, pulling a gun and pointing 
it at Murgon. 

"But... but... " 

"You have caused us too much trouble," the man said. The other two smiled 
and nodded. 

"You two imbeciles get down from there," one of the other men shouted up at 
the cops in the truck. They turned around and saw the three men with 
astonished eyes. 

"Inspector!" one of the cops said, still humping into Mary's ass. 

"Get your fat ass down here, you fool!" the inspector said. 

"No need," the first guy said, grinning up at the cops. 

"Let them finish. It's the last fuck they'll have." 

"Huh?" one of the uniformed cops said, nervously. 

"You two are about to be killed in a terrible gun battle with these 
terrorists," the man said. The third plain clothes man raised his gun 
towards the uniformed cops and pulled the trigger. The man kneeling behind 
Mary flew backwards as a bullet tore into his side. 

Then a spray of bullets flew up at the three men standing there. The 
inspector took a pair of bullets through the throat and reeled backwards, 
dropping his gun. The man who'd shot the cop in the truck suddenly staggered 
backwards, blood streaming from several wounds. 

The first man turned his gun away from Murgon and fired towards the ditch 
but dropped his gun and fell to the ground as Murgon pulled his gun and put 
a bullet in the side of his head. 

The two uniformed cops were laying on their bellies, one wounded, the other 
fumbling for his gun. Murgon and Jim jumped up into the back of the cab and 
disarmed them, then threw them out of the truck. Murgon quickly cuffed them 
together around a tree, assuring Jim that the wounded man had only a flesh 
wound. 

Then the truck doors were slammed on the two bewildered girls and Murgon and 
Jim drove off, leaving behind five policemen, three of them dead. The shore 
was only a few miles away and Murgon stepped on the gas, hoping to get there 
before someone put out an all points bulletin for the truck. 

In the back of the truck, the two naked girls huddled close together as the 
truck jounced and bounced and squealed around corners. They were expecting a 
terrible crash at any moment. 

The truck finally stopped, but neither girl moved. They waited in breathless 
anticipation for the doors to open. When they did, it was Murgon and Jim 
there, both all right. They motioned for them to come down quickly and the 
girls complied. 

They were at a dockside warehouse. Several ugly looking small ships were 
tied up nearby. Nobody seemed to be in sight as Jim led them over to a small 
box about the size of a coffin and pointed to it. 

"Get in here," Jim said, urgently. 

Jodie and Mary quickly lowered themselves into the box and Jim closed the 
lid on top of them. It was completely dark inside, and, unable to see, the 
two girls lay still, trying to hear anything that would indicate trouble. 

The box was lifted into the air and carried some distance, then set down 
again. It lay still for a long while, but neither of them had difficulty in 
breathing as they waited there, their bodies pressed tightly together. Jodie 
yelped as she felt a small hand slide in between her legs, and then hissed 
at Mary, who giggled in response. 

She wasn't going to start anything here, though. Not after being caught with 
Mary by her Uncle and the others. She lay still again, and eventually, there 
was the sound of voices close by. Something hard was prying at the lid of 
the box and both girls held their breath, knowing they were either free or 
dead. 

The box opened and Jim looked down at them. His face was calm and a grin 
spread over his lips as he shrugged and turned away. Jodie glared at his 
back, realizing at once that he'd more than half expected to find the two 
girls in some kind of intimate embrace again. 

She sat up and looked around. They were on the deck of a small ship of some 
kind. She stood up, as did Mary, then stepped out of the box and onto the 
deck. She walked along behind Uncle Jim, looking around the ship at the sea 
and absence of land anywhere. She heaved a sigh of relief then, realizing 
that Turkey was left behind for good. 

Jodie gazed at the Greek shoreline as it neared, thinking about her worries 
at the airport, about whether she would be able to work up the courage to 
swim topless with the rest of the bathers. She couldn't help smiling at her 
own foolishness then. 

Now of course, she no longer had much in the way of worry about being seen 
naked, too many people had already done so, and in too many terrible 
situations, for her to be at all embarrassed about the thought of going to a 
nude beach. The irony was, of course, that she now just wanted to go home, 
where there were few such to be found. 

She didn't care. She was free of Turkey, and free of fear. Within a few 
hours she'd be on a plane home, and wake up in her own bed tomorrow. She 
sighed with pleasure at the very thought, then gazed down the length of the 
ship to where Uncle Jim was resting against the side. 

Maybe she'd find something more interesting at home than she'd found here in 
Europe. Maybe Uncle Jim wasn't so bad after all. She eased down along the 
rail until she was standing next to him, then gazed up and grinned. He 
smiled back, his eyes showing his hunger... 


End
