0 comments/ 11667 views/ 0 favorites The Orient Express to Istanbul By: patuk54 The French Police captain escorted me to the Orient Express loading at the Paris Gare de l'Est station. Looking up the conductor he gave him my British passport with its Istanbul visa, my one way ticket, and my purse. He said. "These are the belongings of Mademoiselle Patricia of Leeds. She is to be confined to her compartment until the border. There is also a check for her reimbursement of the regular coach fare to the border -- just a few Euros of course." As the captain left the conductor said. "I'll be right back, Mademoiselle, as soon as I get this train moving." I sat down, and he was back in about five minutes. He said. "Mademoiselle, I don't take orders from any French Police captain. You are free to move about any place you like. As for getting off, this train stops once before the border only to pick up new passengers and no one is allowed to get off. Here is your purse. I'll keep your ticket and passport, so you don't have to bother at the border posts. Your little check will be cashed at the bar. However, I am curious, why did you get picked up? I laughed, "I just wanted to party." Pinching a loose hair from the conductor's lapel, trying at least to get someone on my side. "But the nice young man was a vice squad officer trying to call me a whore and he arrested me." "It wasn't as if I was doing any harm, you'd think they had better things to do." I tell him, my neck bent trying to look as innocent as possible. "Don't worry no one will even look if you talk to every man on the train. Good luck to you, love." The conductor says. "That's why I am on this train, I've heard it carries the more interesting and worldly guys of Europe." I mention. "With your looks you'll find it." He winked rather lasciviously as he left. I waited a few minutes until I saw we were out of the suburbs if Paris. Going to the club car I saw it was not crowded, and found a window table for two on the shady side of the carriage. I ordered a cool bottle of their best Champagne and sat sipping it as people gradually came in to fill the place with conversation and laughter. I saw a distinguished gentleman come in and survey the room. As his eyes settled on me I knew he was mentally undressing me. I assisted him by provocatively undoing a button on my silky blouse showing my more than ample cleavage being firmly pushed upwards by my wired lacy mauve bra. It didn't go unnoticed either as he came over asking whether he could sit with me. He told me he was an Austrian journalist just finishing a job in Paris. I told him I had been married to a newspaper journalist who had died leaving my life sad and lonely. Fritz was a very interesting talker and the next couple of hours went by fast accompanied with a few more bottles of their best Champagne. Then it was dinnertime and he took me in for a delightful meal. As we left the dining carriage he asked me whether I would like to spend some time with him in his stateroom. "It's more comfortable in there." He told me. "Would love to," I replied knowing I was sure he had something better on his mind rather than small talk. Inside he reached out embracing me pulling me hard against his chest and my belly against his hardness, as we kissed feverishly, our tongues exploring each other's hungry mouths. He quickly undid the buttons on my blouse and pulled it from my shoulders as I unsnapped the opening of my bra. He took a deep breath as he saw my heavy breasts as I cupped them towards his staring eyes. As he stripped to the waist I undid the clasp of my skirt and letting it fall to the carpeted floor I stood there with just a little triangle of cloth covering any modesty I had left. He unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down together with his underpants, while I gingerly stepped out of my panties. We both sat down onto the bed and began feeling each other's bodies. He licked and sucked on one of my nipples while I fumbled around with his rock hard erection. Then I laid back totally abandoned knowing he was going to totally possessed me. His hardness filled me completely pressing deep onto my cervix. My body fluids flowed freely lubricating the friction that we were producing together. His erection was now freely flowing the length of me slowly and expertly, it wasn't long before I began to groan, shake, and quiver as I climaxed, breathless under the perspiring Fritz's body. Then seeing my orgasm was past he quickened his pace; the juices he had produced within me were drowning my screams of ecstasy as I kept asking for more. I lifted my hips off the bed and began rotating my pelvis in time to feel his hardness deep inside me. Again I climaxed crying out with pleasure as I pushed down my hips trying to get that wonderful hardness deeper within me. Then his lust took over, each time I felt his hardness deep inside me Fritz let out an ear- piercing grunt. Feeling his muscular body tense above me and with a mumbled sigh from Fritz I felt his hot love seed escape from him and coming to rest deep and satisfyingly inside my satisfied libido. He continued to spurt hot little jets of his come as my labia muscles wrapped around his rigid shaft rippling up and down bringing me to yet another orgasm. Fritz laid on top of me, his full weight on my body, with his head by mine we were both still breathless as his large chest expanded and contracted above me. We laid in silence, the aromas of the previous events were now filling the room as slowly our breathing shallowed and at last Fritz found the energy to lift his body from mine. As we pulled apart we lay naked with our juices, cold now, trickling from me, spent and wasted onto the duvet. The train was reducing it's speed also and knowing we needed to get ourselves organised I wearily lifted my naked body from the bed. The heat and aroma's in the small bedroom were very noticeable and knowing we had stopped I pulled up the window blinds. A worker was directly outside our window, washing them and he smiled as he saw us both naked and made an obscene gesture towards us both, which I quickly replied to. Soon the train started up again; we were both thoughtful the last hour had been savage, rough and beautiful. Forever horny I was surprised and happy when I felt Fritz's arms comfort me. Looking down I could see his erection was up for another exciting time also. This time I twisted around and lowering his body flat on to the bed with my hand I soon had a grasp on his lovely erection, I began licking with my tongue at the tip of his impressive manhood. The saltiness of his spent come and the aroma's of my juices made it a very exciting place to be. Soon I took it into my mouth and began flicking my tongue around him, watching his eyes light up when I touched an extra sensitive spot as I licked and sucked on him. As his erection grew I took more and more of it deep inside my mouth and slowly positioned my opened legs above his face waiting to see or feel for his reactions. Soon he pulled my hips towards him and began caressing my swollen tender lips with his hot tongue as I lowered myself down on to him. I loved the feeling's Fritz was giving me and soon his tongue was in my labia as it worked over my clitoris sending shudders through my body. Soon I felt the dryness in my mouth as my mouth sucked deeply on Fritz's erection. I felt my stomach twisting as I freely climaxed as he continued to lick and kiss my overheated body. Concentrating mainly on the happenings below me I still had his entire big toy deep inside my mouth and throat. Then I was surprised as without warning he suddenly exploded and wrapping his hands tightly around the back of my head I suddenly tasted his come deep in the back of my throat. I gulped, swallowed, and fortunately being the second or third time he had climaxed that day then there wasn't too much for me to swallow. Still feeling his tongue exciting me, his erection quickly went placid and feeling he had stopped trying to excite me anymore I lifted my weary body off him. He apologised for coming so quickly telling me a blowjob almost always did that to him. I laughed as I licked some more come off him thinking to myself how I wished all my clients were like that. Then we relaxed a while I hoped he wasn't going to throw me out. I hadn't a clue where my compartment was and would probably end up in someone else's by mistake. The motion of the train was relaxing me as I also heard Fritz's breathing slow down and knowing he was a goner for the night I closed my eyes and was soon asleep. I was awoken suddenly, don't know how but Fritz's erection was once again glowing in the moonlight coming through the partially open curtain. In one movement he turned me over onto my belly and lifting my hips off the bed he put a pillow under my left thigh as his knees opened mine up and suddenly his erection was waiting by my open entrance. It was a very lovely, my mind was still half-asleep and he took his time and I was even able to orgasm before once again those tell tale signs of Fritz coming were once again showing. Finally he had finished, there were no explosions inside me this time however and finally we were able to relax together and knowing it was almost morning that we went to sleep still locked together as one. The conductor knocked on the door very early in the morning telling Fritz his stop was twenty minutes away causing us both to look around startled, my body had told me I'd experienced a very hard night as Fritz's room really smelt that way also. I felt dirty; a taste in my mouth that told me I needed to drink some fruit juice as I quickly gathered my things ready for my hasty retreat. Fritz slipped an envelope in my hand telling me he would stay in touch, knowing they all say that I pecked him on the cheek and waved him farewell. I gathered up my clothes into my arm and left the compartment totally naked. As I walked down the corridor and into my car the conductor squeezed by me. In a hopeless position of trying to hide my modesty I smiled as I probably hade made his day with his greedy eyes feasted on my naked body. "I would do anything for a large glass of cool orange juice." I whispered in the conductor's ear, as I disappeared into my own room. Leaving the door open I stayed naked while I moisturised my face trying to get it to look as if I'd had at least a few hours sleep. Half way through a gentle knock on the door. "It's open," I say, knowing it is my refreshing orange juice and knowing the conductor has gone out of his way for me I turned towards him, took the glass and watched his eyes as I drunk it down. They explored my body; he was much younger than me, which always makes me feel a little special. He didn't move until I had drunk the glass dry, handing it to him I asked whether he could run my bath for me. Without saying a wordhe walked into the bathroom and I heard the taps go on as I continued to cleanse my face. "Will that be all madam?" The conductor asked. "Can you bring me more orange, my mouth it is so yucky, I just can't imagine where it has been all evening." I answer in a way that I knew would excite the poor man. I was in the bath when he came back and on knocking I called for him to bring it in. His eyes again staring over me he placed the silver tray beside and I thanked him, but told it that I didn't need him again. He almost bowed to me as he left my cabin making me smile with a good evening over. I sat by the window my dressing gown on feeling tired relaxed but clean as I looked at the people disembarking from the train. As I saw Fritz at his little Austrian City and I waved him goodbye. Then I opened the envelope, it contained a very large Euros, more than I had ever encountered, his telephone number and address was also on a piece of paper that I hid away safely knowing I was going to earn some more money this coming day. Giving me coffee a few hours later the steward was the same guy whom I passed in the corridor. The smell of sex was all over my body then however, this time it was Magie-Noire, my favourite perfume, I could probably have bought a hundred bottles while producing that smell of sex the past evening. Making me feel uncomfortable now he was staring down my loose robe, making no attempt to leave I realised I had found another admirer. "You're the . . . good time girl the Conductor was telling us about aren't you madam?" He asked in a shaky voice. Not answering but by a twist of fate my crossed legs suddenly decided to rid themselves of my robe revealing my thighs to this handsome steward. Without a word spoken I watched as he opened his little order book up, it was stuffed with money, the largest being the distinctive fifty-euro bill. Taking one out he put it inside my robe, leaving it there our eyes met as his sweaty hands clasped my left breast and those fumbling hands excited my nipple. Looking downwards I watched his stare become one of greed as his hand went once more to his little book and he pulled out another. This one was also put down my front, however he bent over and I felt his mouth hungrily suckle on my other nipple. Producing small sighs from me now as I heard his lips sucking greedily on my hard nipple. Wondering how much more I was worth I watched his fingers quickly flicking through the money. I counted around six more and was wondering what I'd have to do to get him to part with them. My legs stayed firmly crossed as a fifty euro bill was pushed between my crossed legs, all I was prepared to do for that was to provocatively caress them as I told him in those movements I wanted more. He understood and another fifty was placed with the other one. Uncrossing and opening my legs the two euro bills fluttered to the floor as the smell of Kurt quickly filled my nostrils. My labia lips were glued together with Fritz's come as I fully opened my legs for the steward to proceed how he seemed fit. I was almost shocked as he knelt between my open legs. Each of my hands were pulling my tacky lips apart as he knelt there, his hands resting on my knees, his eyes were transfixed on my sex. Nothing was going to sop him getting his money worth as his face closed in and I saw his tongue point outwards and enter into my waiting slit. He felt good also, I hadn't recovered from Kurt and was still extremely aroused there as this guys tongue worked it's magic licking in and around me. My breathing became heavy, my head hot as I thrust my hips out to his waiting tongue. He quickened as closer and closer I got to my orgasm. His lips had encircled my clitoris and was sucking my orgasm from me as for the first time I felt my liquids being lapped up by his eager tongue. My sighs telling him my climax had come and was now leaving me. He knelt here awhile his chin covered in my off white juice, no doubt darkened by remnants of Fritz still lingering in me. A silence for awhile, he was probably getting his breath back and I was wondering how to extract the final two hundred euros from him. When he finally stood up he went over to his little book and stuffed a fifty down his trousers. Again I didn't move as he added a further fifty. Knowing I only had a hundred left to play with I unbuttoned his trousers and released the fastener to let them full down, his under pants quickly followed. His erection was a lovely site, a lovely tanned body and something that was going to make me happy. Reaching over to his money he took the last but one fifty-euro bill and rolling it into a cylinder pushed it slowly into my mouth. Taking it out and letting it float down with the rest of the money his left hand cupped my blonde hair and tightly held my neck. His other hand held his hard manhood by the base and guided it towards my open and eager mouth. In this position he started to fuck my mouth, roughly at first as his hardness brushed along my teeth and his tip rubbed against the roof of my dry mouth. With saliva gradually filling my mouth and with him positioning his erection he was soon into a perfect rhythm that was bringing loud sighs from his mouth each time I took as much as I could of him. With my lips clasped tightly around his toy his hand tightening around my neck I was soon swallowing my saliva in the inevitable mouthful of delicious come that he was almost ready to serve me up. His hand was now pulling heavily at my hair and his saturated erection causing me to expel my saliva as foreign obscenities were being shouted by him to me. Still he wouldn't part with his seed as finally and breathlessly he pulled his pulsing erection from me. One fifty euro left and taking it in his hand wiped some sticky juice from my open labia lips. Not resisting he let the money dropon the floor and cam around and guided his hardness deep into me. Even though I was soaked the initial insertion was rough and had me squirming in my seat. Still holding himself fully by his base he pushed himself deeply into me, then completely out again. Each time feeling for my eager opening he found it and roughly pushed it back in. That was hurting me as each time he tended to take my lips in with him producing some discomfort. Going to plan 'B', I quickly faked an orgasm and holding the cheeks of his ass tightly I was sure I screamed the train down. This had the desired affect and his voice quickly matched mine in volume. Instead of him coming there and then though he again pulled his now very sore looking toy from me, reached over for the rest of the notes and spreading them over my body exploded his come all over them. He seemed to try and dribble all his come over every note as I lie there watching him not give up until the final small dribble slowly left his still hard and swollen head to drip off him on to another note. Without a word said, he pulled his trousers up took his lightened book and left in a hurry. My coffee was cold, but could I afford another one? Finally Istanbul, it was a lot warmer than Paris, everyone was wearing long cream robes and most of the woman wore black. I had to look for a notice board with my name on, so staying away from the crowds I waited on the train till I saw my name above the melee of people. Pointing to the name, then me I quickly mouthed to the girl holding the banner that I was Miss Pat. Discarding the board she came on the train, holding my hands and looking at me she gave me a lovely smile. "Wow." Was all she said as she took my small case and hand in hand we left the station. Jasmine was so nice to me, no longer in her prime of youth, she told me she had been taken to this place from the Island of Lesvos when very young. Trained all her life to serve and cater for every whim of her mistress, she had never been with a man and at an early age was told of the crudeness off men and the sheer passion possessed inside each woman. I was still dressed in the clothes I was picked up from at the station. Jasmine's uniform was a simple sheet with holes cut for her head and arms to slip easily on and off. Her face tanned and beautiful she had no need for make up, even her hair had looked as though it had been cut with a pair of garden shears. "Remember Mrs. Pat, there is no privacy here for you, the clients can watch you bath, relax, eat and even do your toilet. The only time you are alone is in your room. While her fingers naturally toyed with my clothes she suggested we get bathed in case we are called. Agreeing Jasmine started to undress me, I quickly stopped her telling her I was capable but raising her index finger to me she was telling me it was her job. "Oohh Mrs, Pat, your milky white tit's, you will be gobbled up in no time. Quickly, let me wash that man fluid from your insides, it smells vile and any self-respecting man will be sick over you, her face contorting as if she was going to be sick over me. I was amused as Jasmine took me to these glass cubicles and staying dressed she turned the shower on and went about cleansing my body. A long necked douche was inserted into both my openings and water cleansed even into the deepest of my crevasses. The Orient Express to Istanbul "Oh, Jasmine." I purred. Holding on to her arms as I felt the jets of warm water inside me. "You like that Mrs. Pat?" Jasmine asked, as I was sighing with pleasure as Jasmine's fingers opened me wider and her douche pushed deeper into me. "Oh get me off Jasmine." I beg as my hand held hers preventing her from pulling the douche out. Instead however I feel the thin tube exit my body as Jasmine whispers that we have five pair of eyes peering in at us and they are not paying us yet. "Someone will have seen that Mrs. Pat and will have our number as soon as we go into the lobby. The ones that like to look are usually the shy ones Mrs, Pat and they normally do less damage to your body." Taking me from the shower cubicle a warm towel is wrapped around my body and with Jasmine's arms comforting me we go to another area where she asks me to lie down. "Open yourself up Mr's Pat, but remember the eyes that are looking over you though." As Jasmine continues to dry me I also notice her piercing dark eyes staring into my opening. Rubbing oil and massaging it into me I purr with pleasure as she looks up to me telling me to be quiet as the eyes were looking at us. "There are Kings and Princes out there looking at us Mr's Pat and when I have finished with you it will be one of those that will put in the biggest bid for you. For that you will love me, as it is the cheap and mean ones that do you most harm." Jasmine whispered, all the while massaging the scented oil into my body. "Come Mr's Pat, your face and hair now and then we are ready." Lifting me off the padded bench and seating me amongst a hundred mirrors Jasmine then proceeds to brush my hair and putting a large mask over my face I hear the hair spray as she handles my hair into place. Sitting astride my crossed legs Jasmine looks directly into my eyes as she lowers her open legs astride my knee. Without a word she starts to apply layer upon layer of powder on my face, all the time her libido is exciting herself on me. "Stop me Mr's Pat if you want but it is only I mixing my love onto your body." She whispers. My eyes, face and lips done I am finished as Jasmine leans towards me and pushing my painted face aside gently kisses me on the neck at the same time I feel her legs opening further. Looking directly into my eyes her _expression changes as I feel her legs tighten onto my knee, her face then looks into the air and a deep breath tells me she is having her orgasm on my knee. Completely silent she knells over my knee as I can feel trickles of her juices being released onto my skin; my nerve ends feel her moist lips gently roaming over my skin. Then it is over; gingerly she lifts herself off me and makes sure she is covered from any peering eyes. Staring down on my knee we both look as her juices quickly dry leaving a small powdery mark. "Come, we must go." Jasmine says and taking my hand guides me through the hallway into the parlour full of men, some hooded some in chauffeurs uniforms and some looking very unsavourily. Jasmine's head is bowed low looking at the thick Persian carpet as I look at the dozens of men of all Caucasians staring over to us. Coming to the end of the room I was looking at a lady seated at a large marble desk, it was Theodora looking almost disappointed while telling me it wasn't to be her that was going to use me as I had been bought by someone for their use. I could see the smile on the bowed head of Jasmine as feelings of relief filled my body. With that we heard footsteps from behind and it was two very large dark skinned chauffeurs that were coming forward to collect me. Handing Jasmine a pile of clothes she took my hand and with these two hunks following us they waited while Jasmine dressed me. Coming out from the cubicle we were gracefully led to the biggest limousine I had ever seen. I was wondering whether there was a swimming pool in it as the door was opened and I stepped in closely followed by the excited Jasmine. I sat back in luxury fur covered seats; the windows blackened as excitement started to show in my face as the limousine quickly sped away from the complex. Knowing Jasmine was going to be my guardian angel all week was a nice feeling also, however she was quick to start putting me in the picture as to what to expect over the next few days. It seems I was meeting an Arabian Prince which Jasmine assured me would be nice. I needed to remember though the customs of their countries and I had to beckon to his every whim no matter how distasteful. Warning me also that it was depending on my performance whether he wanted me again in the future or I was chucked to the wolves on the final day. When querying that with her she told me in a chilling voice that if I fail him then I am given to the staff for the final day, this could result in ten or twenty people using and abusing me. So Mr's Pat, please be good, as I'd hate to see that body of yours abused that way Jasmine told me, her voice was almost in a tremble. As she said that the car slowly come to a standstill not realising we were at the foot of a large aeroplane waiting to whisk us away to unknown places. Everything was so luxurious; I had people catering to my every need with politeness I'd never known before. We drank the best pink champagne and eat the best caviar and truffles on the journey while watching a movie on the big screen. I was almost disappointed when we felt the plane loosing altitude, knowing we were at journeys end. Leaving Jasmine to her own devises I was strapped into my seat and as if it would have made the slightest difference had two beefy guys protecting me as the wheels hit the runway. Coming to a halt and wondering whether my passport was needed all 5'1" of me was hidden from the surroundings as again I was bundled this time into a similar limousine as before. Poor Jasmine followed moments later, it was me these two hunky brick walls were protecting as at high speed now we were driven off to somewhere and we both noticed the tension as tyres screeched as we were thrown round in the back of this large limousine. The tension eased after a few minutes however the tension grew more and more in both our bodies as for once Jasmine had nothing to say to me and the fear on her face must have transferred to mine. We made it, or so I hoped as I felt the relentless sun disappear and we were suddenly in a tunnel or complete darkness somewhere. The car stopped, and relaxed now these two chauffeurs opened the doors for us. They were no longer the cool gentleman we left in Istanbul but perspiration was running down their faces and their uniforms were smelling the same fear that they were showing in their eyes. As we were taken to a lift I told Jasmine that this wasn't the perfect beginning to meet someone I needed to excite enormously. Agreeing she told me that once we had booked in then we would have a few days to relax and she will get me in the mood, holding both my hands in a reassuring way. Booking in wasn't very nice, I was confronted with a perfect English gent, as businesslike as you could imagine and I had to sign a form telling me, well warning me that one word to anybody and I would be dead, simple as that. I had to sign that before I could proceed, who was I to argue I thought, so ticked the correct boxes and signed away. A lovely bath and with Jasmine helping was nice as my taunt body was at last able to relax. She was so sexual that every conversation we had Jasmine quickly turned the conversation around to sex, it seemed she knew of no other life that didn't involve sex in one-way or the other. I was naked, had been through the same routine with Jasmine as I had at Theodora's place as we lay on my king-size bed awaiting my fate. Days went by, some we spent alone in my room not seeing or hearing anyone or anything all day. We were well looked after though as servant's arrived with our every need. Other days we were allowed to visit certain rooms, each room however didn't give me a clue as to what country we were in. Extra tension one morning and the sound of some helicopters as we noticed near panic by the minute in the servant's eyes as an armed guard was also put on our door. This was to be the day Jasmine told me, tension suddenly took over my body also as the sound of talking outside our door made my stomach knot up in sheer panic. Opening the door I was led off to a room I hadn't been allowed in before. The door opened and I prayed he would be my Prince Charming. He was old, he was filthy, he smelt bad and I had to please this man. He lifted his Kaftan gown and his little dick was laughable. Think he was tensed up also as I tried my best but couldn't get that limp cock to respond to my advances. I was thinking of the pain I was going to suffer when in my best Yorkshire accent I started to tell him what a lovely cock he had. I don't think he had washed for a week as I sucked on him. My compliments were starting to excite him, as at last there was some movement in his placid manhood of his. He grabbed my groin as if it were an hand grenade and a finger shoved inside me was like something that was so cold that it froze me, sorry Jasmine, but there are limits I was thinking. We finally got it together though as his tongue licked my tonsils and the remains of his dinner were still eatable from his smelly beard. After a few fake orgasm's he finally started to fuck me with some rhythm and was relieved when I could scream my third orgasm out and saw his face distort with his come entering into my body. Pushing me down onto my knees he offered his shrivelled erection for me to 'worship' and was glad when he pulled me off him, wiped himself dry on his Kaftan and pushed me away again. Not knowing what to do I laid on the floor panting my satisfaction as his piercing black eyes looked down on me for the last time that evening. Jasmine had witnessed the whole scene and I could tell by her expression that things were not good as she came over to help me to my feet. Taking me to our bathroom Jasmine took me into the large perfumed bath and slowly cleansing me was hoping that my feeble effort was enough and that tomorrow will be another day with the Prince. For comfort we laid cuddled together I had no problem sleeping but every time my eyes opened I noticed Jasmine with a troubled look on her face and was sure she hadn't closed those eyes all night. Morning arrived and Jasmine was very clingy to me and the first we saw of anyone that morning told us thing's weren't as they should be as one of the servants came to our room and eyed my body with lust. The day before he would have had his eyes burnt out if he would have been seen doing that. Ready for my fate we were called and on exiting the room Jasmine was pushed back in and I was lead nervously alone to another part of the Palace. It looked as if their orgy had already started the seven or eight men in there were all naked and each erection I looked at seemed bigger and more threatening than the last one. To come out in one piece I had to fall back on all my experience as large black hands pawed every inch of my body. Trying to take control of the situation didn't work either as what seemed like the biggest guy there took hold of me. Lifting me off my feet he laid me over a cold marble table, his erection felt enormous as opening myself fully for him the pain was still excruciating as his rock hard dry cock disappeared into my anus. All of a sudden erection's came from everywhere and my mouth was forever full as I tried hard to excite these monsters so as to get it over with as quickly as I could. All three of my orifices were quickly numb as one after the other entered whatever opening was available. I was glad to feel them firstly mounting me and then mainly taking it in turns to come over my face and hair. Most were coming back for more as my bruised and battered body was pulled from one side of the come filled marble table to the other. Gradually the room started to empty and I was able to wipe the perspiration and come from my body and looking around I see only three or four men left. Two were sitting together; they looked cool and patient waiting for the others to finish. I was somewhat relieved that these two were very gentle and taking them together could have been a lot better in more pleasant surroundings. They took their time and feeling each one empty themselves into me was pleasing as they both smiled on leaving me there on the cold marble. My whole body was numb now and thought's of Jasmine doing her magic on me were on my mind. However there were two left and any thoughts I had of something nice from them quickly left me as each took one of my arms and dragged me from the table bumping me onto the floor. I was dragged screaming through the palace as everybody looked away from me as I passed them by. Two men were guarding this large sinister room and as my two pulled me along the marbled corridor the guards opened the door for us to go through. Dumped at the feet of my Prince again only this time there was evil in his eyes as he pulled my hair and directed my face into a darkened corner. Jasmine was there, her hands and legs tied and she was spread-eagled naked onto a large wooden cross. "Noooo." I screamed out as a large woven leather whip was picked up by one of the Princes men and I watched as he wound it up over his head and a sickening crack as it caressed around Jasmine's body. I watched her frightened face turn to pain and with the Prince holding on to my hair still I jumped up leaving a handful of hair in his hands. Running over towards her I was now shielding Jasmine as crack after crack from the whip was followed by a scream as each time it rained down onto my back. Almost collapsing in pain I held my arms tightly around Jasmine's neck while she guided her lips to mine and her tongue entered into me making the lashes seem to disappear as she gently and lovingly kissed me. I was no longer screaming out, Jasmine had again taught me to except anything these people had to give as the cracks of the whip began to falter. Knowing my pain wasn't getting any worse we heard the Prince shout something and the whipping ended completely. Thinking maybe we had won I was quickly mistaken as a strong hand gripped one of my hands and tore me away from Jasmine. I was forced to look on also as she was untied and taken to an old wooden bench. The legs of the bench were wide apart, struggling with this vice like grip I had to watch as Jasmine's legs were bound around each of the legs of the bench. Toying with a cane now I was panicking watching the other man toying with Jasmine's bum and I could sense him winding himself up to hit her. Lowering my face I suddenly had my teeth firmly imbedded into this guys arm making him flinch and pull away. Again I shielded Jasmine by placing myself over her as each swish sent me pushing myself deeper and deeper into Jasmine's body. I could hear Jasmine whispering to me, telling me to be brave and think of love, but this really was hurting as my lips closed in on Jasmine's neck and kissing her seemed to ease the pain once more. Again ordered to stop I could see one man masturbating in the corner of my eye, then coming over I put a hand between my sore legs and making sure he wasn't going near Jasmine I guided his heavy erection into my opening. He was heavy and laid on my body as his hard cock rode deep into me, each time the pain was transferring from me to Jasmine making us both scream with each hard thrust he gave me. Again the pain seemed to ease as Jasmine again made me kiss her neck this time however he seemed to notice and pulled my hair arcing my back away from Jasmine's body. He seemed to have me suspended in midair as all my weight seemed to be pulling at my hair. Even higher I suddenly felt his mouth on my neck and his teeth sinking into me. Really panicking now I started to act as if I was enjoying him and he whispered in my ear that fact also, in his broken English was calling me the whore I was as I answered him in loud pleasing sigh's. Right on time I produced my orgasm for him, this one was so loud and so fake that I felt his erection twitch inside me. Soon I felt his come enter into me also as his tight grip on my hair loosened and he lowered me down back onto Jasmine's body. Her first words were to congratulate me knowing I had purposely got this guy to come as quickly as I could. Expecting the same again we suddenly heard the door open and close, petrified we laid in the same position for a while, then we realised the ordeal was over and we were alone. Taken back to our room we were told we had only ten minutes to get to the car, so no time to clean up I threw on some clothes and with Jasmine's help we made it to the limousine. The plane was waiting also, wearily Jasmine helped me on to it and once inside I was asked if I needed to bath which I gratefully excepted. Humanising me once more Jasmine gently soothed the marks on my body and gently eased the pains my body was still suffering from. Soon we were sitting down feeling a lot better long before the plane was ready to touch down, waiting anxiously for the arrival at Istanbul. I noticed the two men that used us so roughly were also the two bodyguards standing by us. The one that hurt me so much must have thought I fancied more of his brutality, every time I looked at him he had a grin on his face neither did his eyes ever leave mine. I looked into Jasmine's eyes, smiled wickedly at her; standing up gave this man the come on as I went to use the bathroom alone this time. Knowing he would follow I waited applying more makeup to my face to hide the pain and bruising my face was showing. Sure enough the door handle turned and this big overpowering man came in. Again his big hands started to paw my body as I put my hands to his face. As if I held his face to kiss him instead I dug my nails into both sides of his head and drew my nails down his face producing eight bloody lines down his face as his evil smile turned to one of horror. I left him there and was relieved when he didn't follow me out as I went back to sit next to Jasmine. Showing her my nails as she calmly cleaned the skin from under them with her own nails. We were relieved to be back in Istanbul and although the same limousine drove us back to Theodora's place we only had one bodyguard with us this time and he was also silent on the short journey back to Theodora's. Jasmine and I talked the night away, I was leaving tomorrow and the bond we had produced together was so strong. However we both knew we would be parting and our paths would never cross again.