"Yes, Master." It was all I could mutter. But my mind was already looking for ways to escape this situation.
"Good." He left my room, closing the door behind him.
I spent the rest of the night planning my escape. I needed to get some money, so that I could get to the U.S. embassy and ask for their help. Thank god I had taken hold of my passport. I was sure they would help me to escape his claws. I considered leaving now, but I was afraid he might hear me and cuff me to the bed like he used to do the first days, back at his apartment. I couldn’t let that happen. I was sure that if I fell into Master Hussein's hands, there would be no escape for me.
When the morning came, he entered my room, already dressed up. "I've ordered you breakfast. I'll visit Hussein and I'll be back in around two hours. Remain here in your room."
"Yes, Master, thank you." I answered, hiding the hate I was feeling in that moment.
Chapter 7
The main door to the suite closed behind him, but I didn’t hurry to get up. I had to be sure he had left before leaving. So, slowly, feeling my body ache from last night's beating, I got up and headed to the shower to take a shower. When I was done, I went to the living room and found the breakfast he had ordered for me. Cautiously, I walked to his room and made sure it was empty. After that, I tossed caution away, quickly ate some of the food on the table, thinking it was the sensible thing to do, before I put on the discreet clothes Devlin had bought for me. When I was ready, I grabbed my passport and searched his things to see if I could find some money, but I wasn’t able to find any. That meant I would have to walk, but it didn’t matter. I just had to find out where the embassy was and get my hands on a map.
I left the room quickly and headed to the lobby. There I asked the receptionist for a map of the city and for her to show me where the embassy was. It turned out the embassy was in Ankara, in Istanbul there was only a Consulate, but for my purpose I guessed it was the same thing. The only problem was that the place was on the other side of the town that meant it would take me forever to get there.
I drew my way on the map and left immediately.
Two hours later I was almost there. According to the map I was a couple of blocks away from the place. I could almost smell freedom, so I quickened my pace just to have a man blocking my path. I looked up, and saw a policeman.
I tried to walk around him, but he grabbed me by my arm, and another policeman joined us. "Miss Mary Elizabeth?" he asked, with a strong accent.
Scared I shook my head. "You have the wrong person." I said, struggling to free my arm.
"I do not think so." He showed me his cell phone, and on the screen I was able to see my picture. "You are under arrest for stealing." The man continued and the other policeman cuffed me behind my back.
"What? I didn’t steal anything." I protested, getting even more scared.
"We have an accusation so we take you to jail." The man informed me as if he was reciting his part in a play.
"No, I'm an American citizen, you have to take me to my consulate." I told them, but they ignored my words and dragged me to a patrol waiting for them. I was taken to the police station and meanwhile I figured this had to be Devlin's doing. Surely he had returned to find me missing and with just asking at the reception desk he would know where I was going and how. That had been a huge mistake on my part.
But surely I would be entitled to call my consulate and they would help me out of this. I had no intention of going back with Devlin.
The patrol pulled up in front of a small police station. I was ushered out of the car, surrounded by the two policemen. They took me inside, and it was hotter than it was outside, a ceiling fan the only thing giving a little relief from the heat. There were officers milling about everywhere and I didn't know who was in charge.
The policeman that brought me in put me in a cell and locked me in. I shouted at the top of my voice for someone who spoke English but nobody came and I sat in the little cell on the bed and cried.
It was stifling hot in the cell and I was sweating and needed to pee. The toilet in the cell was not hidden in any way. If I wanted to pee I would have to do it out in the open where anyone passing by could see. But eventually the need to go overcame my reservations and I sat down on the toilet and peed. Fortunately, no one passed by.
At last, they sent someone to see me. He unlocked the cell and took me through to the back and into the interrogation room. The man they sent spoke good English. The first thing I asked him was to see the U.S. Consul. I said I was English and that I had the right to see him. We were sitting at a table with him on one side and me on the other.
The man interlocked his fingers and looked at me. "You are being accused of theft, and the consul won't intervene in a case like that." He went on to say that the consul rarely interfered in matters of the local authorities.
"I've been falsely accused. I haven’t stolen anything." I assured him.
"But the man accusing you is a very important citizen of this country. No one will doubt his word." The man informed me.
"Who's accusing me?" I asked surprised. So far I was sure Devlin was behind all this.
"Mr. Hussein El-Hashem. He is a very prominent citizen of Istanbul and if he says you stole from him, then no one will doubt his word."
"You have to be kidding me. How can you believe a man's words with no proof?" I asked furious.
"The ring he said you stole was found in your room at the hotel."
His words settled heavily on my chest. In my head I could hear him saying he always got what he wanted. Well, he was going through a lot of work to get me.
"How can I defend myself? I didn’t steal anything. I'm being framed by this man." I pleaded.
"If I were you I wouldn’t repeat that to anyone else. People here don’t like unfounded accusations being made to their citizens." He warned her in a cold tone.
"So what am I supposed to do? Rot in prison for something I didn’t do?" I asked desperate.
"You should try to contact Mr. El-Hashem. If he drops the accusation you'll be free to leave. Otherwise you'll be facing a very long time in jail. And believe me, Turkish jails are awful."
"I can't believe this. This can't be happening to me." I whimpered. "I need you to arrange for me to see the consul. There must be something I can do."
He said he would try to arrange for me to see the Consul the following day, so for now I would have to spend the night in jail.
That shocked me, the thought of spending the night in that place sent shivers down my spine.
The man led me back to my cell and locked me in. I realized I would get nowhere if I panicked, so I tried to keep calm. I had to have faith that the consul would help me get out of this situation.
After a long time, a man came in with some food for dinner. He handed me the tray before he put his hand over my breast and played with my nipple.
"I make things nicer for you." He whispered in my ear, before I was able to push him away.
Chuckling, he left the cell and I wondered what he meant by "nicer". I ate the food he had brought me, trying to ignore his words.
He came back for the tray and again he put his hand over my breast and squeezed my nipple. I stepped away from him.
"I can help you." He said with a devious smile.
"What do you mean by that?" I had to ask.
He whispered in my ear, with his terrible English: "You give sex to me and I protect you."
"Protect me from what?" I asked, puzzled.
"From what they do to women here." He said.
"They can't do anything to me." I replied, walking away from him, as far as I could. "Just leave me alone.
"You regret. Bad police here, you better with me." He warned me but I dismissed him.
The heat had disappeared and the temperature in the cell was nicer so I decided the best thing to do was to get some sleep. I needed to keep my strength if I planned to fight the two men.
I fell asleep, I don't know for how long. I
was woken up by the two policemen that had brought me in. They took me by my arms and dragged me out of my cell, down the hall, past the interrogation room, down some stairs as they took me to a sort of dungeon. Still grabbing me, one on each arm, they pulled me into the room. It immediately reminded me of a torture chamber and perhaps I wasn’t far from the truth.
I looked around the room. There was a table in a corner and a chair in the middle of the room, several iron rings set into the wall in various places, various implements in boxes and on the floor, like whips and handcuffs, riding crops and even a bullwhip. I was able to see as well a selection of floggers and many more things. I realized why they had brought me to this place, and I tried to escape. One of them rested his gun against my head. "Don't move." He threatened me and I froze. I had no intention of dying in that god forsaken place.
Their English was poor but they could make themselves understood. One of them said to me: "You fuck with us, and we don’t hurt. Otherwise you be sorry." He picked the bullwhip and showed it to me.
"Now" he said "take off clothes". He ordered, with a devious smile on his hateful face.
I just looked at them and said "No".
One of the officers picked up his gun and pointed it at me. "Clothes off." he ordered again. With the gun pointing at me, I had no choice.
I took off my shirt as slowly as I could, praying that someone might find out what they were doing and stop them. I continued taking off my skirt and my shoes, standing there just wearing my bra and panties.
"All." The man ordered again, still pointing the gun at me.
I took off my bra and pulled my panties down stepping out of them.
There were murmurs of approval from the two men. One of them came over to me, dragged me close to the table and said with an evil smile:
"We must search you." And he put on a pair of rubber gloves. Coating the gloves in oil he forced me to bend over the table.
The next thing I felt was the rubber gloved fingers probing my pussy, thoroughly. Pinching, going as deep as they could, feeling it all, ignoring the pain he was causing me and my grunts of discomfort. After he had explored my pussy, I felt the gloved fingers probing at my asshole. He pushed two fingers in, deep, hurting me like hell, despite the oil he was using, and then he shoved three fingers up my ass and felt around, pretending to search for nonexistent things.
Finally, he removed his fingers. "We need bigger thing…" he said to his friend, and the other man gave him his baton. When I saw it, I got up from the table scared with the idea of having that shoved inside me. The policeman behind me forced me to bend over again using the baton to push me down and his friend stood in front of me, grabbing me by my wrists, keeping me in position. "Stay still." He barked at me, but I kept struggling, trying to free myself.
The policeman behind me pressed his gun against my cheek and yelled at me: "Stop."
Crying and sobbing, I stopped, and tried to prepare myself for what was coming.
I felt drops of something falling over my ass, and soon I felt the baton resting at my entrance. He started shoving it inside me, and at first I tried to resist it, but the pain was too intense, and I wasn’t stopping his progress on his way in, so I relaxed as much as I could and let him do it.
With sweat pouring out of me I felt the baton entering my asshole and inch by inch it went deeper. He pushed some more and the baton went further and further still. When it was as deep as it could go, I felt his hand go underneath me and his fingers started exploring my pussy.
My treacherous body started to respond to his touch and I hated myself. He ran his finger over my clit and I was aroused. I could feel my walls clench with need to all his caresses.
He flicked his finger over my clit and at the same time twisted the baton up my ass. I had never felt so filled like in that moment, and despite my hatred for the situation I was in, my body responded perfectly to his doing.
I knew I was going to cum as he continued to tease my clit. I was on the edge when he rammed the baton an inch further up my asshole and I screamed as I came.
The man behind me felt my orgasm and laughed pleased. I felt furious with myself after I came but I had no time to analyze that. Inch by inch, the man removed the baton out of my asshole till it was completely out and placed it down on the table, beside me. I had never felt more degraded than I did then.
The man behind me lifted me up from the table and dragged me over to the wall. They secured me against it by means of handcuffs and the rings, facing the wall, arms and legs wide open.
I had no idea what they were going to do next, and my body shivered with anticipation. I heard one of the men coming up behind me, placing his body against mine. I squirmed, in a vain attempt to avoid his touch.
Ignoring my futile attempts, he fondled my nipples and ran his hand down my stomach till he reached my mound. He slid his finger between my lips and softly touched my clit and played with my pussy, getting his fingers coated with my juices. The other man said something to him and he withdrew his hand, and moved away from me.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the other man pick up the bullwhip and only seconds later he began to viciously whip me, concentrating on my back. I felt each lash rip into my skin and cried out in pain. I saw a few drops of blood on the ground and realized it must have come from my back and I whimpered. The man put the bullwhip down and the other one approached me with a riding crop in his hand.
"No… please… I can't take anymore." I begged, but they paid no attention to me.
Taking his position behind me, he raised his hand and brought the crop down across my ass. I screamed at the ferocity of the stroke.
Endless times he struck me with the crop and I was crying out loud and begging them to stop. The whipping eventually stopped and they untied me from the wall.
I fell onto the hard stone floor, bruised and bleeding. The first officer pulled me up to my knees by my collar, that in my hurry to leave I hadn’t taken off. He was holding the crop in one hand and had me by the neck with his other hand. He let go of my collar, whipped me hard across the thigh and said: "Stay there." I was too frightened to move so I did as he told me.
He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. He took hold of my hair and pulled the head of his cock towards my mouth. I refused to open my mouth at first, but after several strokes of the crop, I reluctantly let him slide his cock into my mouth.
I just let it lie there, not sucking, being completely passive, a hole for him to fuck.
But he had no intentions of accepting my passivity. He whipped my thighs a few times but I still refused to suck, I was too drained. He said something to the other man, who handed him his gun. I felt the muzzle of the gun at my temple and I knew that I had better give the best blow job I had ever given if I wanted to stay alive.
Part of me wanted to think that they couldn’t just shoot prisoners when they felt like it. However another part of me suspected that there would be no questions asked if I disappeared, Mr. El-Hashem had already proven to be a very powerful man.
With the gun pointing at me, I began to suck the policeman's cock. I sucked it like it was the most delicious thing I had ever had in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over its head and poked my tongue into his little slit, swirled my tongue around his shaft and carefully slid my hands down the front of his uniform. I cupped his balls which were heavy and full, squeezed them and rolled them around in my hands.
I sucked his cock hard, opening my throat and taking him deeper in my mouth. I teased him with my tongue and I could sense he was on the verge of coming. I sucked harder and played with his balls and in no time I felt him engorge inside me before he went rigid as he began to pump hot sperm into my mouth. I thought the best thing to do, would be to swallow it considering the gun in his hand. When he was done, he put his cock away and zipped up his trousers and stepped away from me indicating to his friend he was done with me. I cried out my frustration.
Chapter 8
With a malicious s
mile on his face, the second policeman came over to me and pushed me on all fours to the hard floor and I heard him unzipping before I felt the cold sensation of lube being rubbed into my asshole. He was a big man with a big cock and soon, I felt it pushing at my anus. I normally would have had trouble taking him inside me, but his work with the baton inside me, he slipped right in. Inch by inch he shoved his big cock up my ass, all the way in. After that, he started his pumping, going in and out of me in a fast pace, looking for his pleasure, using me as his fucking doll. He leaned over me and clasped his big hands on my breasts, in a strong painful grip as he kept fucking my ass hard and deep until he gave a grunt and came, shooting his sperm up my ass, as I felt his body shuddering against mine. He pulled his cock out of me and put his cock back in his trousers and zipped them up.
However, he wasn’t finished with me. He pulled me up and dragged me to the table throwing me over it, on my back and pushing my legs apart.
I heard him say to me "You are whore. I prove it". He came down between my legs and with both hands, parted my labia to expose my swollen clit. He brought his face down close to my pussy and started to tease me with his tongue. He put his tongue inside my hole and licked all around my pussy but not touching my sensitive bud at first.
Finally, he flicked his tongue over my clit. It was like a bolt of electricity to my pussy. I squirmed, longing for his tongue again. But at the same time I tried to fight the feeling, I didn’t want to feel pleasure with this man, I didn’t want to give him that pleasure.
He sucked hard on my clit and he could feel me resisting the orgasm. He shouted something to his colleague and soon he had his gun pointing at me.
He whispered in my ear: "You cum or I shoot you".
I sobbed hard, trying to stop it and he parted my labia and ran the gun over my clit. The cold metal against my hot swollen flesh nearly made me cum but I managed to resist it. Then he took the gun and shoved it up my pussy, as far as it went and I began to believe that he would shoot me if I didn't cum.
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