Chapter 13
Ever since the dramatic U-2 incident a few years ago, practically all Americans are now aware that our nation maintains many secret airbases around the globe in order to protect our security.
One such airbase is the scene of our next case history, though the actual events of the case took place in a small village some hundreds of miles away.
Situated in Turkey, the base was quite small in comparison with others and no dramatic episodes took place there. In fact, the job of the fliers assigned to that base was simply to make photographic reconnaissance flights and at no time were they allowed to cross over into enemy territory. The job was tedious rather than exciting.
Kevis S. was a pilot stationed at the base. He had been in the Air Force over 15 years and he was one of the lucky ones to still be flying at that age. His wife Fran, a short vivacious woman of thirty-five, lived in the States while her husband was on his tour.
Like many military wives who are subject to long and dangerous separations from their loved ones, Fran was a constant user of tranquilizers and barbituates. It was these artificial aids more than anything else which gave her the reputation of being always "on top of the situation". It was her dependence upon these drugs which made her take a step so bizzarre that few who hear about it can believe it.
Fran was an extremely strong-willed woman and, one day she decided, after her husband had been away over sixteen months, that she would go to Turkey. Since her husband's base was really not top-secret, she realized she could visit him even though she could not stay on the base. In fact, she knew of several wives who were living off-base over there. The only reason she had not gone in the beginning was that Kevin had felt his work would be dangerous. They both knew now that this was not the case and she made plans to go.
Fran rented a rather large house in a village about 250 miles away from the base. It was far enough to give her husband the illusion of a civilian life and near enough to the base so that he could visit on weekends.
For many months everything seemed to go fine. Kevin was quite happy seeing his wife on weekends and returning on Monday morning to assume his flying duties. He often joked with her about how he really had a five day a week stockbroker's job and all that he needed to complete the image was a pin-stripe suit.
But then problems began to arise. The main focus of the problem was the simple fact that Fran's supply of pills ran out. The base had no P.X. and though she could order them from the P.X. in the city of Istanbul, it would take too long and the delivery was problematic.
Three days after she ran out an incredible change began to take place. In place of the bright, vivacious woman, emerged a nervous, irritable, almost shrewish wife who made Kevin's hard-earned weekends a veritable hell of accusations and petty annoyances. Fran herself was too bright not to realize what was happening to her but she was essentially powerless to effect any change in her condition without a supply of barbituates and tranquilizers. Things went from bad to worse and soon Kevin was beginning to stay away on weekends, preferring the loneliness of the base to the tongue of his wife.
During our interview, a few months after their return from the base, Fran outlined her position at that time:
"I realized I was caught in a terrible dilemma. Here I had come all these thousands of miles to make my husband happy and all I had done was make his life more miserable.
"Until that instant I had never fully realized how dependent upon drugs I really was. The fact was quite sobering. But, I could not hospitalize myself in the base hospital or the large hospital at Istanbul for my purpose was to be with Kevin, not to cure myself.
"I made my decision. I would stay and procure barbituates and tranquilizers in the village or at least whatever substitutes they had. It is common knowledge that many forms of drugs are readily available in Turkey.
"I spoke to an old man in the village named All, who seemed to know everything and everybody. It was degrading to have to confide in a total stranger but there was no other choice. He was quite nice. All he said was that he would procure me some substitutes if I was willing to pay. I put a ten dollar American bill in his hands and he hurried off. For three days I did not see him and my impulse was that the old man had "taken" me. It was a wrong impulse. On the evening of the third day, Ali showed up carrying a small package. He unwrapped it on the table and pointed to the small bottle, saying it was of excellent quality and would act as an admirable substitute.
"I picked the small bottle up and peered through the glass. There was no label in or on the bottle, only little brown pills of course quality. He told me to trust him.
"The next day I started taking the pills in the same manner as I took the others. The results were immediate and frightening."
To this day neither she nor anyone else is familiar with the drug which Ali provided her. But whatever its contents, a part of it must have been an element used specifically to whet and arouse the erotic nerves.
Fran called Kevin on the phone and told him to come for the weekend. He could tell by the happy quality of her voice that the shrewish episode was over. What he could not tell from the voice was that those strange pills had turned his wife into a woman with sexual responses that can only be described as the symptoms of nymphomania.
Kevin found out that first night in the village. In all their married life, never did he experience his wife's total passion. Now, she gave him everything. She was like a madwoman, her body refusing to be satisfied, her mouth and hands like fiery brands searching out his every organ and consuming them.
After the weekend, he returned to the base an exhausted man but one who felt that the bond of marriage was stronger than ever between them. He was mistaken. The pills turned his wife toward the most perverse erotic pleasures, pleasures that the East can always provide, pleasures that have had a long tradition in that area: the sexual use of young boys.
Immediately after her husband returned to the base, Fran realized that she could not spend the next five days in a celibate state. The juices of her body were boiling over.
Once again she confided in the old man, Ali, outlining her predicament, and asking his advice. He stroked his beard and told her to meet him at sunset in front of the village's only coffee house. Let us hear in Fran's own words the amazing experiences she went through:
"I met the old man at the appointed time. The pills he had given me had not abated my symptoms. Every fibre in my body was on fire. Every inch of flesh was crawling.
"I followed him down dark streets and alleys that turned like a snake's belly, leading nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Finally we stopped in front of a very small door in the back of what seemed to be a warehouse. Ali knocked on the door and we waited. An old woman opened and we were ushered in. The old man whispered a few words in the gnarled area of the woman. She nodded and pointed to another doorway which we promptly entered.
"It was a small room that was completely bare except for a large, oriental rug of incredible thickness and grandeur. Ali motioned to me that I should lay down on it. At first I hesitated but he gave me a warm, reassuring squeeze of the arm and I did as I was told. Then he left and I was alone.
"Lying there, on that rug, strange odors and incense wafting over my head, I knew that I was on the threshold of an extremely wicked experience. But I didn't care, in fact, I welcomed it. My body needed something. It needed a total erotic experience, one that would ease the tension the pills had built up, a tension that can only be described as passion.
"Suddenly, I heard a door open and close. Beside me I saw two shapes. To my chagrin, they were young boys. Each of them could not have been more than fifteen. They kneeled beside me, their hands clasped in front of them in prayer, and they muttered certain sounds which seemed like ritual observances.
"Then they began to undress me. Never before in my life have I been the object of such tender affection. They removed each piece of clothing as if I was a goddess. The very process of being undressed became an erotic experience of the most extreme kind. I began to moan and breathe heavily as the clothes were peeled from my body.
"Finally I was nude. The rug seemed to stroke my body. The rug seemed like the jaws of lust that were carrying me into another land. The boys' began to press their lips to me. Each of them covered a different area of my body. How can I describe those child-like pleasures? Their lips must have been practiced to an incredible degree for each time their warm, moist flesh attacked a specific area, I would be transported into an ultimate sphere of unrivalled lust. Their lips played on my body as if I was a piece of fruit. My inhibitions were being peeled away just as my clothes were being peeled away.
"One of the boys moved away from my body for a moment and returned with some exquisite incense which he tenderly annointed my body with, until the beautiful odor of my own flesh almost made me collapse. These children were obviously trained also in ways of making one love one's own body.
"Then the two boys lay down beside me, one on each side, my arms around their shoulders.
"The three of us lay there, like relics from some exotic tale of the Arabian Nights. One of the children then leaned over and kissed my nipple with such delicacy and love that I almost wept. The other grasped my breast and proceeded to massage it as if his life depended on the suppleness of its flesh.
"Beneath their twin pressures of hand and mouth, my breasts and nipples turned from neutral appendages of my body into roaring, almost flaming, items which seemed to control my body and elicit moans and tremors from every part of it.
"My hands, heretofore silent, came into play. I touched the child on my right. The smoothness and the beauty of his skin was beyond description. It was like running one's fingers along the top of some deep mysterious stream which wandered off to die beneath some volcanic cave.
"Slowly my hands moved down his body, feeling and probing. I touched that which must be touched and it leaped to me. I stroked it. The other child moaned and I began to touch and search for his maleness, hidden between those magnificent thighs, magnificent because they had not yet reached the gross size of the man and still contained the boy-girl elegance.
"Soon, the two children were aroused. They were like young colts, excited and anxious, the strange looking mare in the field calling to them. My fingers and their love had done its work. I was flanked by two brown, surging organs, each of them trying to go to its final resting place, that most sacred crevice in the horn an body.
"I opened my mouth and one, small, sound came from it, a sound that showed the children beside me that I was ready to receive them.
"What followed next was so total an experience that I can only approximate it with words. Those two children began their work, they began what they had been trained to do. My body was ripped by surging flesh, their malenesses splitting apart every inhibition I have ever had. Like two spears, they sought every hole and opening of my body, and penetrated me. Their flesh was both a balm and an agony, as it sucked the last shred of dignity from my body. I was reduced to a helpless quivering mass, a mere receptacle for their organs which, again and again, entered me and went deeper and deeper in powerful strokes until it seemed as if my soul would dissolve underneath their attack.
"Nothing was sacred to those two demons; my mouth, my buttocks, my most private parts. With my legs spread I welcomed those surging pieces of flesh, but when their demonic malenesses had made the final penetration I fought to loose myself and in the fight only made the erotic assault more total.
"Then, I fought back. My mouth and teeth and thighs fought to survive and I wreaked a bloody havoc on those children and on their organs. But they were trained for such an attack and they used it to elicit even a further immersion into the flesh.
"Together, they reached their climax and thrust what seemed the liquid wisdom of their strange country into every opening, and I lay there, unable to do anything but receive it with a quivering mouth and body. I lay there, my eyes shut, my chest heaving, and succumbed to a wisdom that was far beyond any I had ever learned.
"It was all over. The children then dressed me as carefully and as tenderly as they had undressed me. An instant later they were gone and Ali came through the door.
"He took my arm and we left. The raging passion that the drugs had built up for the past days was quiet. I was calm and satisfied. I was at ease."
For the next two weeks, Fran continued to visit that strange place. And each time she visited, her involvement with the children became greater. There was no perversion they did not immerse themselves in and no erotic means that were not used. While her contentment flourished, her guilt began to emerge.
In spite of the fact that the pills which Ali provided her kept her body in a state of constant erotic expectation. Fran never for a moment forgot that what she was doing was horribly sinful.
Eventually this guilt made her sexual joy dissolve. Her background and training eventually overcame the joy at her fingertips. She realized she would have to go back to the U.S. Her husband, who did not know about the young boys, but was vastly enjoying the reunions with his now overly-sexed wife on weekends, remonstrated. But she overruled his objections. She realized that if she did not return as soon as possible there was a good chance she would never leave; even when her husband's tour of duty was ended.
One morning she phoned her husband and told him that she was taking an afternoon plane for the States. He was angry but there was nothing she could do. Upon arriving home she immediately put herself under the care of a physician, telling him everything and asking to be cured of her dependence upon drugs.
It was a long and painful process but when her husband returned, she was well and happy and able to function once again as a vivacious wife and passionate sexual partner.
This case history illustrates an important fact in the life of many military wives who are thrust into unusual and exotic situations. It is often not the situation which overcomes them and hurtles them into erotic episodes; it is the sudden withdrawal of some custom or luxury that they had been addicted to without knowing and are now unable to procure. In the case of Fran, it was her use of pills which sent her over the brink. Luckily, for Fran, the outcome was a good one for on her return she was cured of her habit. But we cannot tell what psychic scars she incurred while in that strange brothel where the sexual partners were young boys. That point, while important, is beyond the scope of this inquiry.