Chapter 1
Pam Manson struggled to prevent the Turkish soldier from tearing her blouse away, but his fingers ripped the thin material as though it was paper. He pressed her against the cold cemented stone of the church cellar and pulled a curved knife from his belt. Pam froze in horror as the blade slipped down her cleavage and severed her bra with a single flick of his wrist. Her bra cups dropped aside to expose her large, firm breasts to his feverish stare.
She couldn't believe what was happening to her. One minute she was happily sight-seeing with Eleni Nakou, an exchange student she had met at college in the States, and the next minute she was being raped in the church cellar. A group of Turkish Moslem guerrillas had unexpectedly attacked the church in Nicosia, breaking a peace between the Cypriot Greeks and Turks that had lasted for some time. It was December 21, 1963, two days before Pam was to meet her boyfriend, Ensign Tom Moore in Kyrenia. Pam could still hear the sound of screaming and rifle fire as the Turkish soldier pressed obscenely against her in the dark room.
His crotch pushed against Pam and she felt his hard cock poking into her skirt through his pants. He pinned her against the wall by holding the sharp knife against her throat. She was afraid to move. The blade felt like ice against her throat. Fear raced through her veins. His fingers began toying with her naked breasts, pinching her nipples and stroking her heavy globes. The fear made her feel more alive than she had ever felt before. Being a language major, Pam had no trouble understanding the awful things he said he was going to do to her if she didn't cooperate with him.
"I'll slit your pussy open all the way up to your throat if you try to get away," he warned, his hot breath burning against her neck. "You have big tits. I like big tits." He hefted her breasts in his palm and dug his fingers cruelly into her flesh. He raked his fingernails over her nipples until they stood up hard and stinging. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Pam felt her nerves tingling with fear. She felt the arousal of her breasts mingling with the fear to produce a sensation that stirred deep within her cunt. She felt ashamed of herself for the way her flesh responded to the despicable thing that was happening to her, but she was powerless to stop it. "Please, let me go," she begged.
He only laughed at her and brought his knife from her throat to the waistband of her skirt. He slashed through the cloth belt and her skirt dropped to the stone floor around her feet. He pushed her blouse and severed bra from her shoulders until they too dropped to the floor. He stepped back and looked at her standing only in her bikini panties and sandals. "You're like a succulent flower," he said. "And I'm going to pluck your petals." He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. "Look at it," he ordered. "Feel it because I'm going to bury it in your pussy."
Pam shook her head. "No, please. Let me go with the others."
Angrily, the soldier grabbed Pam's hair and pulled her head down until she faced his throbbing cock. "I didn't separate you just to take you back. Look at my big cock. Touch it. Hurry!" He twisted her hair until tears ran from the corners of Pam's eyes.
On her knees, Pam looked at the Turk's huge, uncircumcised cock. It stood up like a bull's horn, hard and throbbing. Part of his cock head poked through his foreskin. While she watched, he reached down and pumped his mammoth organ back and forth in his fist, pulling his foreskin all the way back. His pulsing red knob glistened with savage passion. A tiny drop of clear fluid was oozing from the slit in its head.
She had never seen a cock so close before and despite herself, she could not stop the curiosity that surged through her almost as strong as her fear. She could even smell the strong pungent aroma of his sex. His large balls dangled like twin walnuts beneath his shaft. His organ was so large that she didn't think it would be possible for it to actually go inside her cunt.
"Suck it!" he ordered. "Lick my cock and balls all over. I want to feel your lips and tongue bathing my knob." He twisted her hair even tighter and pulled her face closer until her lips touched the tiny drop of fluid on his cock head.
The sticky drop of fluid smeared over her lips and she stuck her tongue out and licked it away. It tasted salty and slightly rubbery-like the inside of a balloon. But it was not unpleasant. He forced his knob between her lips and she felt the satiny texture of his cock head sliding over her tongue and between her cheeks. Pam had never had a cock in her mouth before and she was both revolted and curious. The fact that she was being forced to do it seemed to make it all right for her to feel the experience of what she was doing.
Keeping her lips over her teeth, Pam felt his cock head and shaft working back and forth over her tongue. Saliva filled her mouth and sloshed over his cock. It didn't taste as bad as she had thought it would. In fact, his warm flesh tasted sort of good in her mouth. She tightened her lips around his shaft and sucked gently on his knob. She swallowed her saliva and relaxed her throat so that more of his cock could go into her mouth.
"That's it," the Turk said. "Take it in as far as you can. I want to feel my cock going all the way down your throat." He humped his hips forward harder and harder, forcing his cock ever deeper into her mouth. His balls slapped against her chin each time he lunged forward. "Oh, that feels good. You will make a real good cocksucker. You mouth is so hot and wet around my cock. I could stand here forever feeling your tongue and lips sucking my knob. Yes... yes... oh, that's so nice."
When Pam realized how much pleasure she was giving him, shame washed over her at how easily she had given in. Yet she was afraid not to do as he told her. He still held the knife in one hand and twisted her hair with his other. She had heard so many tales about the cruelty of the Turks! The sound of rifles firing still penetrated down into the cellar.
Pam kept thinking that the soldier was making a mistake. That maybe he didn't know she was an American and was not involved in the age-old war between the Greeks and Turks. She kept hoping that it was only a nightmare and that any second she would wake up and everything would be all right. But the cock stuffed in her mouth was no dream and the knife held at her throat was not a mistake. Politics and war had nothing to do with what this Turkish guerrilla had forced her away from the rest of the soldiers and captives for. She was being raped for the soldiers own personal greed and there was no one around who could help her.
The fear burning through her breasts fanned itself to an even greater intensity as the Turk pushed her mouth from his cock and kicked her onto her back on the stone floor. He stared at her crotch. The dark hair covering her pussy was plainly visible through her white panties. Shamefully she realized her panties were wet with perverse arousal. Her pussy quivered and churned hotly under his cruel stare. He spread her thighs by pushing her legs apart with his boots. He licked his lips and a smile split his cruel features as he played with his own cock.
Like a cat playing with a mouse, he knelt between her thighs and slipped his knife between her panties and stomach. Slowly he severed the thin nylon until her panties lay in shreds around her hips and her naked pussy was completely exposed to his sadistic gaze. He leaned forward until his mouth came in contact with her pussy. She shivered as his hot tongue lapped over her crotch, smearing and mixing his saliva with the juices oozing from her pussy.
She felt his tongue bringing her to an intense state of passion and shame. She hated herself for responding to his advance, yet she could not stop the fire that burned hotter and hotter through her cunt. His tongue spread her pussy lips and licked up her slit until it reached her clit. Pam's whole body spasmed as his tongue tantalized her clitoris. He sucked her pussy lips wetly into his mouth and gulped at her juices.
Pam kept her arms above her head, the backs of her hands pressed against the floor as he ate greedily at her pussy. She was afraid to touch him, but the desire burning through her flesh made her want to pull his head harder into her pussy and feel his tongue darting deeply into her body. She wanted to feel him flicking in and out of her pussy with his tongue until she reached a climax. Wanting such a horrible thing made her even more ashamed of the way her flesh responded.
His teeth nibbled and chewed at her tender flesh. His fingers stroked along the insides of her thighs. She felt his fingers spreading her ass cheeks and exploring along her crack until he reached the tightly clenched center of her asshole. One finger caressed the outside of her anus. She clenched her sphincter against his finger, hoping he would not try to penetrate her ass. But as he began to press into her bowels, there was nothing she could do to stop him. His finger felt like a knife cutting into her. She squirmed and cried out, but he didn't stop. Deeper and deeper he pushed his finger into her ass until she felt it buried completely between her buttocks.
As he continued eating and sucking her pussy, he drove his finger in and out of her ass. At first it hurt, but as he worked in and out of her a few times, she felt her asshole beginning to suck at his finger as though it wanted him to continue. Juices dripped from her pussy and ran down her ass crack to lubricate the entrance to her ass. His finger began moving in and out easier and easier. She couldn't believe that being finger-fucked in her ass could feel so erotic. Yet the passion building in her body caused her hands to reach for his head and pull his face hard against her pussy before she even realized what she was doing.
What would Tom think of her if he could see her now? Surely he would want her to do whatever was necessary to save her life. It made her feel better about the perverse way her flesh lusted to be ravished when she reminded herself that she had no choice. But wouldn't a really good girl rather be killed than submit to the deviate desire of a dirty Turk? She couldn't think anymore. It was all too much for her. Her body burned and throbbed with aroused passion-a strange masochistic passion that was new and compelling. And as much as she wanted to stop it, she could not.
The Turk stopped eating her pussy and rocked back on his heels to look at her. His face was smeared with her cunt juices. He smiled sadistically and licked his lips. He wiped his face on the back of his sleeve. "Your pussy tastes good, American girl. It's going to feel even better with my cock buried in it."
New fear shot through Pam's body. "No, please," she pleaded. "Your cock is too big. I can't take it. It will rip me apart."
Her words only inflamed the Turk's desire even more. He held her wrists above her head-still holding the knife-and lowered his hips between her thighs. "Get ready," he said, "I'm going to stick my cock so far up your cunt you'll taste it!"
Pam tried to pull free but he twisted her arms so she was forced to arch her back and neck to keep her shoulders from breaking. Her breasts were pushed against his face. And then she felt his hard cock pushing against her pussy. His slick knob stabbed between her cunt lips and pressed into her pink opening. With one savage thrust, the Turk drove his eager cock to the hilt in her pussy. Pam gasped with pain and screamed out in protest, but nothing could stop him now.
She felt her cunt filled to the bursting point with his cruel cock. His knob slammed against her cervix and stretched her tender membranes until she thought her pussy would be ripped to shreds. But despite her screams, he continued to plunge his cock even deeper into her pussy. He drew back until only his knob remained between her cunt lips and rammed his cock a second time into her pussy with the full force of his hips. Pam screamed again as his huge organ filled her to the bursting point.
After the second vicious stab into her pussy, he began grinding his hips slowly back and forth, causing his cock to rub erotically over her clit. Pam tried to ignore the arousal that his cock caused in her pussy, but the feeling of stirred passion continued to build greater and greater as his cock sawed sensuously into her cunt. She felt her body stirred beyond anything she had ever felt before. Every nerve in her body seemed alive with compelling need.
As his hips drove his cock faster and faster, Pam began moaning with an urgency she couldn't believe. She felt humiliated by her own action, but she couldn't stop. Her flesh screamed for release. Her pussy felt on fire with obscene lust. She humped upward as he plunged into her cunt. His cock drove itself in and out of her pussy with sizzling strokes. His knob sucked and pushed at her cervix like a vacuum.
And then she felt his cock exploding and spurting his hot, viscous cum into her pussy. His body climaxed with shuddering spasms of unleashed passion. Pam could hold her own orgasm back no longer. She pounded her heels into his buttocks. Wave after wave of passion washed over her like burning lava. It was useless to even attempt to deny the arousal and release that exploded through her flesh. It was like nothing she had ever believed possible. Even hating herself for feeling it added to the intensity of her orgasm.
As spurt after spurt of cum flooded her pussy sleeve, Pam buried the Turk's face in her breasts and gave herself up to the erotic release ripping through her flesh. She felt his cum filling her cunt and dripping back out around the sides of his cock to drip in thick gobs down her buttocks and into her ass crack.
Their orgasm went on and on. Pam felt her pussy sucking at his cock like a wanton whore. She wanted his cock fucking as deeply into her pussy as it would go. She crossed her ankles above his back and drove his cock even faster in and out of her cunt. It was only when the Turk had spent himself and lay exhausted on Pam's stomach that she managed to regain control of her senses. And when she did, she felt shame and humiliation sweeping through her for the awful way she had lusted for his cock.
The Turk pushed himself away from her. He looked at her with a surprised but pleased expression. "You liked being raped!" He wiped his dripping cock on his hands and then wiped his hands on her pussy. "That's good," he said, "because everyone in my outfit is going to want to fuck the American girl."