Chapter 4
The sergeant laughed and left the room. The girls heard the lock slam closed. Huddled together against the night cold, they expected at any minute to be dragged off for the evil pleasures of the Turks, but as the night wore on, nothing happened. They dozed fitfully only to be awakened several times during the night by sporadic rifle fire.
Morning brought welcome relief from the cold. Pam shared her shredded clothes with Eleni, but they did little to cover their nakedness. The entire day passed without anyone bringing them any food or water. And although they listened hard, they could not hear any of the other prisoners that had been captured at the same time as they. They heard no more rifle fire.
When night came again, Pam was beginning to believe the Turks had abandoned them, but finally the door was thrown open and two Turks they had not seen before entered the room. One of them held a rifle while the other bound their arms behind their backs with coarse rope. He made the two girls lay on their knees and forehead while he tied their ankles and ran the rope through their legs and around their necks so they could not straighten without choking.
He ripped their shredded clothes away and left them completely naked. The Turks left the room without bothering to close the door. In a moment they came back carrying a large wooden box between them. Setting the box on the floor, they lifted first Eleni and then Pam and dumped them inside. The lid was put on and nailed shut. There was barely enough room for both of them despite the extremely painful and compact position they were tied in.
Pam struggled to keep from screaming as darkness and the cramped position brought on a terrifying claustrophobic fear. Eleni made no sound and if it had not been for her courage, Pam knew she would have gone to pieces as the box was lifted and carried away. All kinds of horrible dreads flashed through Pam's mind. The Turks were going to throw the box in water and drown them. They were going to burn them alive.
Along with the terror, Pam was acutely aware of the coarse rope rubbing between her thighs, caressing her naked slit with painful lust. Each time she straightened it was drawn tight and savage thrills raced through her splayed pussy lips.
And then she could not remember anymore until she woke up in a dark cell with her wrists chained to the wall. Fear gripped her guts. She was even too afraid to scream. There were no windows and only a tiny slot high in the door allowed any light into the six by six foot cell. Pam sat naked and alone against the wall facing the door. When she tried to stand, the chains pulled her back. The short chains prevented her from laying down or standing up.
She remembered the cruel look on the sergeant's face and knew her torture had only started. For the first time in years, she began to pray. She prayed that Tom would find her and rescue her. But she had little hope of that. She prayed that she would not be sexually abused or tortured but she had little faith in that either. But most of all, she prayed for water.
But when the water finally came, it was not what she expected. She heard footsteps again. The cell door was opened and a guard stood with what looked like a fire hose in his hand. He twisted the end and immediately a heavy stream of water plastered her against the wall.
It took a moment before she realized what was happening. She was being given a bath. And that meant only one thing. Someone wanted to use her sexually. The guard turned off the water, unchained her wrists, and attached a chain around her neck. He led her like an animal out of the cell and down a dark, narrow passageway.
She passed other cells on both sides of the hail. She wondered if Eleni was in one of them. The room she was taken to was much the same as the one she came from except that it was larger and had on first glance what appeared to be a doctor's examining table, but on closer scrutiny, Pam realized with horror that it was a table used to spread-eagle and torture victims. The guard padlocked the end of the chain to the table and left her alone.
Pam did not have long to wait. When the door opened, one of the most handsome men Pam had ever seen stepped inside. Dressed in a business suit, the tall Turk looked like he had just come from a meeting with the Archbishop. Only his eyes indicated his sinister purpose. He looked at Pam's naked body with obvious pleasure, his eyes taking in her breasts and moving slowly down to her pussy.
"You're still wet," he said. "So you're the American everyone is talking about. You've caused us a lot of trouble. No one seems to know what to do with you." His eyes continued eating up her naked flesh. "I can see a lot of benefits in having you around though. We could use you as a reward for our soldiers. Almost any man would enjoy fucking you."
Pam shivered at the matter-of-fact way he talked about using her. Fear burned through her body causing her asshole to quiver, but she tried to hide it. Keeping her shoulders as straight as possible and her chin up, she tried to present a calm appearance, but she knew she was not fooling him. "You'll be sorry if you don't let me go," she said.
Without warning, he slapped her right breast with the back of this hand. Pam felt a sudden burst of fire burning through her tender globe. Whack! He slapped her other breast. Whack! Whack! He slapped her breasts back and forth, his eyes enjoying the sight of her breasts dancing painfully under his vicious torture. "You'll be sorry," he said, "if you don't quickly understand the seriousness of being a captured spy."
Pam hugged her burning breasts in her arms, unable now to keep back the tears. "I'm not a spy," she pleaded. "I'm a tourist. You've got to let me go."
"My name is Ahmed. I'm in charge here and I don't have to do anything I don't want to. You don't seem to understand that you belong to me. I can kill you or feed you to the dogs as I see fit. You'd do well to change your attitude when you talk to me." He walked to the far side of the table and opened a drawer in the side. He took out a small whip that looked ominous and frightening.
Crack! Crack! He lashed the whip across her breasts. Pam screamed and hugged her breasts again. Immediately he lowered the whip to her hips and thighs and began mercilessly beating her creamy skin. Pam felt the whip cutting into her flesh. She tried to squirm out of the way, but the chain around her neck did not leave enough freedom.
Ahmed changed the aim of the whip and began lashing the insides of her thighs and up into her pussy, cruelly whipping her cunt with savage lashes that left Pam screaming and begging for him to stop. He continued whipping her until sweat broke out on his forehead and he was breathing heavily. At last he stopped and caught his breath. "You see," he said, "I can do with you what I want. There is nothing you can do to stop me. Your American government is not here to protect you. Your Navy officer contact is not here to help you."
Hugging her breasts with one arm, Pam rubbed her pussy and thighs with her other. Her breath came in deep gasps. The viciousness of his attack left her stunned. She watched as he took off his jacket and loosened his tie. "Please," she begged, "don't whip me anymore. I'm not a spy and the picture you took from me of the Navy officer is not my contact. He's my boy friend."
"A likely story. You just happened to be in Nicosia when an American warship is only a few miles from Kyrenia. I suppose next you'll tell me the Greek girl you've been running around with is not one of your contacts either."
"She's not," Pam said.
Ahmed began punishing her with the whip again, beating her flesh from her shoulders to her calves. As soon as she tried to protect one area with her hands, he aimed the whip at a different spot. He criss-crossed her breasts and stomach with red lines and moved his attention to her thighs and pussy.
When she turned around to escape the pain, he began working on her ass and back. Soon Pam's entire body was marked with the stinging kisses of the whip. Crack! Crack! The black leather seemed to be everywhere eating into her flesh and making her body burn and sting with a perverse punishment. Her buttocks danced under the merciless lashing. She turned back and forth, feeling the whip biting into her front and back. Her breasts burned, her ass burned, her entire body surged with spasms of fire.
Yet as the whip continued kissing hotly over her flesh, stroking her cunt with a tongue of flame, a perverse glow began deep in Pam's body. She tried to deny what was happening, but as the whip kept lashing her sensitive tits and twat, she realized with shocked humiliation that the punishment was causing a sensual arousal to spread perversely through her tortured body. Her pussy began swelling and burning with hot juices. Her breasts seemed to tingle with an electric energy that mingled with the throbbing in her cunt.
Ahmed's pleasure in torturing her was painfully obvious. His crotch bulged as his cock grew hard and pushed at his pants. Pam stared terrified at the growing protrusion of his crotch. He made no attempt to hide his excitement. As he continued lashing her body with one hand, he used his other to rub and massage his cock. He smiled evilly, enjoying each lash and mark he made on her flesh.
His cock throbbed with savage passion, his shinny head swollen and pulsing a dark purple. His shaft was so fat Pam was sure she would not even be able to reach all the way around it with her fingers. She felt her cunt cringing as though already he was attempting to stab it into her pussy. He laughed when he saw the fear in her face. "You are going to remember being fucked by me," he said. He stroked his cock with his right hand, pulling his foreskin back and forth over his knob.
Pam couldn't take her eyes off Ahmed's monstrous cock. She saw a tiny drop of clear fluid ooze from the slit in his cock head as he continued pumping his cock in his fist. "Please," she begged, "I don't want you to put that in me. It's too big. It will rip me apart. Please."
Ahmed only laughed at her. "If it does, I'll enjoy every minute of it. When I'm through with you, you'll be more than willing to co-operate." He stepped close and pushed his cock between her thighs, sawing it back and forth so his shaft rubbed against her slit.
Pam felt his hot organ burning her cunt lips and causing her pussy to swell and tingle against her will. He held the chain in one hand and pushed the end of the whip under her chin, forcing her head back until she looked up helplessly at him as his hips continued to move sensuously. He drove his thick cock back and forth until Pam's pussy dripped with arousal. She couldn't believe the passion that flared shamelessly into her body.
She felt dirtied and perverted the way her flesh immediately became aroused. His cock teased and humiliated her as it stroked over her pussy lips, not going inside but only sawing lightly along her slit. When Ahmed traced the whip handle down her neck to her breasts, Pam felt her nipples responding as eagerly as her pussy. She hated herself for the way her flesh betrayed her.
He circled her nipples slowly with the whip handle, his eyes feasting on her fear and growing arousal. "It's true what they told me," he said. "They said you were a strange one. You get turned on by fear and torture." He laughed and stepped back, his cock dripping with her pussy juices. "I'm going to enjoy getting the information you're holding back." He traced the whip handle to her pussy and began sawing the hard leather along her slit where his cock had been a moment before.
"Please," Pam begged. "Stop. I'm not holding back any information. You can't do this to me." But even as she spoke her body begged for it to go on. Her pussy felt like it was alive with deviate need. Her cunt lips felt like they were sucking and clawing at the whip handle in a perverse need to have it stuffed inside her and sawing back and forth in an obscene drama of perverted lust.
"I can do what I will to you." He suddenly jerked and twisted on the chain around Pam's neck, forcing her around like a rag doll until her face and shoulders lay on the table and her ass stuck out obscenely behind her. He continued raking the coarse leather handle along her slit, working from behind where she could not see what he was doing.
She felt her pussy burning hotter and hotter as he fucked the whip along her slit with increased viciousness. And then she felt the end of the knobbed handle poking into her dripping slit and she knew what was coming next. With one hard shove, Ahmed rammed the handle into her pussy. Pam screamed as the gnarled leather tore up her pussy sleeve, pushing aside her tender membranes and filling her cunt to near rupture.
"Take that, bitch! And that, and that!" Ahmed stabbed the whip again and again into her pussy, drawing the handle back until only the knob remained inside her pussy and then jamming it forward until Pam felt it slamming against her cervix. Ahmed raped the cruel whip into her pussy over and over. Pam felt her cunt lips gobbling obscenely at the punishing instrument as it savagely raped into her body.
And then she felt his cock head working along her ass crack at the same time he worked the whip in her cunt. "No," she screamed. "Not there. You can't fuck me in my ass. It will never go. Oh, it's too big! Please!" Her words were useless. She felt his cruel head pushing at her tightly clenched anus and then with a single vicious plunge, burrow to the hilt in her ass.
Pam thought she would pass out with pain as his monstrous cock violated her asshole. But as his cock continued raping into her butt, she miraculously felt her sphincter relaxing and the pain slowly was replaced by a sensual sucking and pushing feeling as his cock worked like a suction back and forth. He alternated his strokes so his cock plunged into her ass at the same time the whip was being pulled from her pussy.
Over and over the whip and Ahmed's cock raped savagely in and out of Pam's body. She felt both holes filled to the bursting point with his cruel ravishment. But her flesh acted with humiliating wantoness, her ass and pussy both sucking and clawing at the stiff rods raping into her body. She felt herself close to climax. She clenched her teeth and tried to hide the shameful intensity of her response, but when she felt his orgasm exploding his cum into her ass, she could hold back no longer. She erupted with spasms of perverted release.
As he cursed and humped his body into her buttocks as hard as he could, Pam heard herself screaming. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh... oh!" His scalding semen filled her ass and oozed out around the sides of his plunging cock to drop in thick gobs down her perineum and into her cunt. Load after load of cum flooded her ass. The whip raped into her pussy as fast as his cock into her ass.
Pam thought her orgasm would never end. It went on and on with Ahmed cursing and biting her shoulders and back, his nails scratching and digging into her breasts. Over and over her pussy sucked and clawed at the whip while her ass gobbled at his cock. She didn't want the feeling to stop. She wanted her orgasm to continue vibrating through her flesh until there was nothing left of her, until she could escape to the safety of black unconsciousness, but it didn't happen.
And when her orgasm finally did fade away, she heard Ahmed say, "So much for being nice. Now I'm going to teach you what it's like when I'm not so nice."