Warning: Non-Consensual, Violence towards women, scenes of sexual nature, bad language, a whole lotta rape references, NSFW, BDSM, Rape, Forced Oral, – in short kids – some pretty bad shit. Here endeth Sophie’s time with the Turkish brothers – this will only make sense if you’ve read the past 6 chapters.
If you are under 18, bugger off. This is not suitable for you.
It was a Sunday afternoon and Sophie had been feeling better for about a week and was practically at full strength again. She’d felt well enough to take some walks on her own in the nature reserve near the restaurant. Mehmet had given her some money and sent her to the local spa to get a massage, hair and nails done, and spend some time relaxing. She felt infinitely better than she had done for a long time.
It was that arrogant time of year that could be spring or summer depending on it’s mood. Sparkling raindrops glittered through a bright sun or muggy thunderstorms plagued the air. The atmosphere most often chose to be uncomfortably humid; a languid kind of heat that settled on everything it touched. Sophie’s thin cotton tee shirts clung to her moist back, sticking to the faintest sheen of sweat. The sun hung oppressively low in a grey sky, clouds the colour of old bones floating lazily by. The sticky, humid and muggy heat without the bright release of sunshine cause a melancholia usually associated with harsh winter weather. It was as though the air itself vibrated with it’s own displacement; knowing it shouldn’t be dank and overcast and this hot at the same time. If she didn’t know better Sophie swore it was like a grumpy September in the Mediterranean, rather than Spring in rural Blighty.
She returned to the restaurant full of calmness and goodwill. She hadn’t had the dreams for over two weeks, her health was back, she was content with her lot. Her perky breasts had regained their charming plumpness and her face looked ripe rather than gaunt. She was also eating again, albeit like a little puppy from Mehmet’s hands, when he travelled up to her room to feed her from his fingers. She gratefully lapped up every morsel, feeling his care and food heal her from within. After she had eaten her fill, she always placed kisses on his wrist and back of his hand, nuzzling him slightly while he stroked the back of her neck with the other and whisperingly suggested she was a very good girl.
Sophie adored the careful, gentle attention and had almost forgotten her little outburst to his brother, Ahmed, a while ago.
Unfortunately for her, he hadn’t.
Sophie stood in her immaculate room, slowly undressing for an afternoon nap. Mehmet and Ahmed knocked on the door.
“Sophie, my darling, are you home?” She had come to view herself as their little sister, or daughter almost. So thoughtful and kind, she felt so safe around them. They were big, strong, brown and hairy men and would not think twice about killing anyone that hurt her vulnerable young self.
Ahmed entered her room and took a seat near the window, while Mehmet stood with his arms crossed in front of the door. Both men had a serious look on their face.
Ahmed said, “Sophie, as you know, Ramadan is finish now. Do you understand, my darling?”
She looked across obediently at both strong Turkish brothers watching her, awaiting her reaction.
“Erm, well I know that you can eat again, and drink if you do that, and…” her voice trailed off as she tried to find the right words to say she knew they could masturbate and have sex again.
Sophie suddenly realised that the atmosphere in the room had changed. The mellowed orange light floating through the window had been blocked by a darker, post 5pm cloud, and in the absence of light the angles of the room felt sharper somehow. She sunk onto the end of the bed and looked from left to right. She’d never quite noticed before how cold their brown skin could look in certain light, how dark the eyes. Neither brother had shaved that day and the rough stubble accentuated their strong jaws. Sophie realised no one in the room was smiling.
Ahmed said, “You have tested our patience. You have tested our faith. Most of all, you tested our loyalty as brothers.” Sophie’s mouth opened in a wide O in protest, but she was cut off.
“We argued over how to treat you – how to deal with you. It’s clear to me now that you have been making a fool of us with your Western, infidel ways. We have been far too gracious with your kind…we forgot what you are. A temptation. Shaytaan…a devil.”
Mehmet was smirking softly in the corner, huge biceps folded over one another. His brother certainly seemed the saintly one – until his faith and loyalty to the family was questioned.
Standing slowly from his chair, Ahmed looked Sophie straight in the eye and said with a quiet fury she could hardly believe was his voice –
“You’ve tempted us into evil ways and now you must be punished. You are a vile, disgusting whore and you have been begging to be treated as such.”
Ahmed crossed the room to Sophie, sat on the edge of the bed, too scared to speak. She was wearing a white, strappy vest top that neatly contained her supple breasts with no bra and pale pink gym shorts. Her dark curly hair was loose and messy and she was barefoot. She tilted her head up to him, as he drew his right arm back and delivered a swift backhand to her cheek. Designed to shock rather than wound, the impact had the desired effect. Sophie flew off the bed and clutched her cheek on the floor, tears springing to her eyes.
“You fucking whore, you liked that didn’t you?” Ahmed snarled at her, in two strides he was next to her. He grabbed her by the back of her hair and forced her head up to look at Mehmet in the eye.
Sophie trembled and tried to speak;
“Please..no…I’m so sorry…I am a stupid girl I don’t know what I was thinking…please, please don’t do this…please” She begged and whimpered like a simple peasant girl being caught by a Prince for stealing. Every bit as desperate, every bit as futile.
Mehmet leaned down with an evil, treacherous leer on his face. He reached out with a huge, brown hand and mimicked gently stroking her cheek.
“Silly little white girl. You thought we cared for you? You thought I cared for you?” He leaned down to whisper the last part, “You are a worthless, slutty, white cunt. You are just a breathing sex doll with 3 warm pink holes for our pleasure. The only reason you still breathe is because I allow it. Now kiss my hand…kiss the fist that is going to beat you every day for the rest of your pathetic, needy life.”
Sophie could see she had to obey. She tried to lean forwards and pushed her wet pink lips against his knuckles, just as Ahmed pulled her skull back with her hair hard, and then smashed her face into his brother’s fist. She felt dizzy for a moment until Ahmed pulled her to her feet by her hair.
Sophie was gasping and seeing stars, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t hear anything and her heart was pounding in her ears. Despite the heat of the room, her nipples were rock hard and the adrenaline coursing through her body was making her fight or flight reflex kick in. She was terrified but shocked at the same time – she had never expected this to happen. Sophie decided to do something she had never done; she fought.
Kicking back against Ahmed, she grabbed his wrist with both of her delicate white hands, trying desperately to loosen his grip on her.
“Stop it…stop it please….I’m so sorry..please you’re hurting me,” She could taste blood in her mouth from where Ahmed had forced her to headbutt his brother’s fist.
Both brothers laughed. Mehmet took firm hold of the front of her vest top and ripped it open down the middle, forcing her tight little tits to spring free. He gripped both breasts firmly and growled, “These belong to us now, bitch”
Sophie was still dangling like a toy from Ahmed’s strong grip on her hair. She was beginning to feel dizzy with the pain. Ahmed turned her round and threw her face down on to the bed. She screamed and tried to escape, scrabbling madly towards the door.
Both brothers grabbed her firmly and Ahmed wrenched the last of the vest off her tight little body. She writhed around on the bed, perfect peach of an ass flailing around while each man held a grip on her wrists and legs. She was topless and wearing nothing but tiny, clingy little pink shorts with no underwear. She desperately hoped they couldn’t tell how wet she was – she knew that she had a tendency to gush and she didn’t want to be staining the shorts she had on.
Ahmed flipped her over so that each brother was holding a wrist and a calf each, thoroughly pinning her to the bed. Both of these big, Arabic men were still fully dressed and sweating quite a bit from the effort. Sophie could smell their dark, musky scent of sweat, tobacco and aftershave. Ahmed gripped both of her wrists above her head with one hand and removed his thick, black leather belt with the other. He whispered in her ear,
“I knew when you walked in you were a slut. We filmed you getting spanked that first night, and we filmed you sucking my brother’s cock in the basement. All of our friends have seen it, here and abroad. We’ve auctioned you off already – everything that is happening to you has been paid for and planned by Muslim men you’ve never met and never will meet, you fucking slut. This is all you are good for – from now on, you will live, breathe, sleep, piss and eat in this room. This room is your prison cell. We will have a constant 24/7 video stream in here and Turkish and Arabic men from around the world will send us requests, and cash when we show them. Some of them want to see you fucked by 20 men in a row, some want to see your mouth permanently attached to a gloryhole for cocks. Some of them have offered very good money to see you fucked by dogs. They’ve been watching you for the past 2 months since you’ve been staying here and they want to see this pretty little vulnerable English girl get fucking destroyed in front of their eyes, at their request, for money. You stupid, worthless whore. Your pussy, ass and mouth all belong to me now. You are my property. I will rent you out to whoever I see fit and in the meantime, you will be tight little English slut. You will cook, clean and worship me. You will beg for the privilege of sucking my cock and if you are lucky I will let you. You should be thanking me for tonight – it is the last time you will be fucked on a bed and allowed to cum for a very, very long time, bitch”
Sophie started screaming for help – she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. But at the same time, tiny pink clit had started throbbing and was pulsing against her hood. Her labia lips were swollen and moist, sticky with her own disgusting juices at the thought of being a 24 hour slave to Ahmed. Her nipples were like bullets and her face was flushed red – she couldn’t speak as her older Turkish boss spat degrading and humiliating instructions to her.
While Ahmed was distracting Sophie with the truth, Mehmet had been busy tying her wrists to the iron bedframe. She was thoroughly trussed up, topless, tiny pink gym shorts straining against her hipbones, hair wild with Ahmed gripping both of her legs down.
Mehmet reached down and pulled her shorts up tightly over her vagina, causing her to cry out in pain.
“OWWWWWWWWW STOP IT WHAT ARE YOU DOING” Sophie screamed with the sudden pain of having her clitoris sawn in two by the material. Both sides of her vagina were exposed as the shorts were pulled practically up to her tits, now bouncing around pathetically as she tried to writhe free of her constraints.
Mehmet grinned, “You are our toy. You’ll enjoy it. You’ll fucking thank me, you disgusting white whore.” He leaned down and spat a large glob of disgusting white saliva on her cheek, watching it slide down. Sophie started crying for real – big sobs. Mehmet pulled the shorts up even harder so that Ahmed could have a closer view of this tight young slave pussy.
Ahmed groaned, “Ohhh look at that fucking cunt. So pink and tight. Brother get me the whip. I want to ruin this good. I don’t want her to be able to piss without it stinging. Fucking get the whip”
Mehmet let go of Sophie’s shorts, providing her with a brief reprieve. Her clit was absolute throbbing and her ass crack felt sore as well. She whimpered and sobbed and tried to plead,
“Please..please I hate this. Please stop this is not what I want…I am a good girl…you said yourself that I am a good girl, please don’t – ”
Mehmet brought the thick tab end of the short black riding crop down on her pussy, over the top of her shorts. Sophie shrieked out immediately. She had never felt anything like it. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, but she was also the wettest she had ever been.
“NOOOOO PLEASE WHAT ARE YOU DOING PLEASE STOP IT HURTS” She begged whimpering, her face bright red from where she’d been beaten earlier, tears streaming down her face and onto her tits.
Ahmed said, “Isn’t this what you wanted? You told me this was what you wanted, little girl.”
Sophie cried, “No I take it back, I don’t want this, I’m sorry please don’t”.
“Ok. Let’s see something. If I remove these shorts, and your pussy is dry, we will stop, we will release you, and you can leave. If I remove these shorts, and your pussy allows me to enter just one finger easily, you accept you were born to be our sex slave and you will obey everything we tell you to do. You accept that you are our dog – a subservient sex slave to be humiliated and degraded to amuse and entertain your betters. If your pussy is wet Sophie you accept that you are a pathetic, slutty, worthless white whore who is desperate to be owned by a strong Muslim man and kept as his sex slave for the rest of your life. And remember – you are being filmed. There are over 100 Arabic men around the world right now, watching your humiliation as it happens.”
Sophie looked at Ahmed with large, frightened eyes. She was absolutely fucking dripping and she knew it.
“No” she whispered. Ahmed was angry. He wouldn’t be made a fool of. In a rage, he ripped her shorts of in one movement and spread her legs. He carefully opened up her pussy, spreading one lip open, then the other. He said,
“Mehmet, she is embarrassed. Be a gentleman. Give her something to focus on.”
Mehmet grinned and stepped off the bed, and quickly undressed. Stood only in his boxers, Sophie could see how wide and strong his brown hairy chest was. His massive cock was oozing pre-cum and straining against his white underwear. He removed his boxers and got on top of Sophie, his knees either side of her face. He rested his big, brown, sweaty Arab balls on her chin, and the length of his cock across her face. She could smell his arsehole, inches from her mouth.
“Don’t you feel humiliated, my brother inspecting your worthless white pussy, trying to decide if it’s worth sticking his cock in or not? While I rest my sweaty balls on your face like your a piece of fucking furniture? Lick my fucking balls you worthless piece of shit before I decide to throw you out myself” Mehmet started rubbing his sweaty prick all over her face. Sophie opened her mouth obediently to let one wrinkly, hairy Turkish ball rest on her pink tongue. She felt Ahmed sliding a finger up her wet slit, and heard him say,
“This fucking bitch is the wettest I have ever known. Her cunt is a slimy, gloopy disgusting mess. I wouldn’t put my cock in there if you paid me. You could get a fist up there. Is this turning you on, you worthless bitch? You fucking whore? Are you enjoying being treated like a degraded sex slave? Do you like letting my brother rape your mouth whenever he wants to, you disgusting, common bitch?”
While Ahmed said this to her he had gently pulled the hood of her clit back and was softly manipulating her special little button inbetween his strong finger and thumb. Sophie was so wet she might as well have had oil poured all over her pussy. With her mouth gagged on hairy Turkish balls and the smell of Mehmet’s arsehole in her mouth, Sophie’s eyes rolled back in her head listening to Ahmed humiliate her on camera for all his Arab friends.
Ahmed continued to play with her clit, while stroking the crack inbetween her pussy and her arsehole with his thumb. Mehmet took his balls out of her mouth with a plop and replaced them with the tip of his thick brown rod.
“Yeah…hmmmhnnmmm…fucking white slut….fucking English whore suck my Turkish cock..fucking worship it” Mehmet groaned and gripped the back of Sophie’s head with one hand, while guiding the thick bulbous end of his prick into her mouth with the other. He played with her mouth, not even looking down at her as he fucked her skull with the tip of his cock, enjoying the sensation of warm wet mouth just circling the end of his penis. Without warning, he shoved the entire length down to the back of her throat, just as Ahmed plunged two fingers into Sophie’s cunt.
Her eyes flew open with surprise and she tried to scream in shock, but her throat was stuffed with Mehmet’s brown sweaty prick, pumping up and down in her throat like it was a fleshlight.
“Oh come on, suck it you bitch, fucking suck, give me your mouth, yes bitch give me your fucking mouth” Mehmet was pumping up and down now, gripping both sides of Sophie’s head strongly and fucking her young mouth like she wasn’t even attached to it. He pulled out and slapped his thick meat against her cheek, hard enough to bruise. He slapped her round the other side of the face with his hand, enjoying the tears in her eyes and her shock.
“You fucking slut you like being humiliated don’t you? Don’t you?” Mehmet put his cock back in her mouth again, and fucked her throat harder and harder, casuing her to gag and chock on his cock. Her body started convulsing wildly as she tried to breathe. Mehmet reached round with one hand and plucked at her tender nipples, squeezing and twisting them. With the other hand he removed the belt that had attached her wrists to the frame.
Sophie was still dazed, her head was throbbing and her pussy barely registered the violation of Ahmed’s fingers opening her tight canal up, ready for his cock. Ahmed grabbed her and quickly flipped her over, like she was a rag doll. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down the bed. Mehmet positioned himself in front of her and lifted her head up by her hair. He smacked her around the face again, making her dizzy, unable to focus on what was happening. He enjoyed hitting her. It turned him to know he was so much stronger than this vulnerable English girl underneath him; he could do whatever he wanted with her tight little body and she was helpless to resist. It made his cock painfully hard knowing he’d turned her into a needy little cumslut that got off on it even more than he did.
“What..what’s happening” Sophie said. She felt numb – her clit was on fire and she couldn’t breathe.
Ahmed lifted her tiny, pale hips up and spread her legs apart. Lubing his cock up with her juices, he lined it up to her tight pussy opening. Pushing the head against her pussy, he gripped her hips firmly. Just as she realised what was happening Mehmet had his prick in her mouth again, this time really humiliating her by spitting on her face while she tried her best to breathe through the pain. Mehmet reached down and pinched her nostrils just as he forced his prick as far down her delicate pale throat as it could possibly go. Sophie’s eyes bulged and she tried to grip his strong brown, hairy thighs with her hands, but it was like a fly trying to swat a lion, he didn’t even notice. As Mehmet forced his rock hard brown cock down her mouth, Ahmed rammed his prick into her tight, throbbing, vulnerable pussy. At 9 inches, Ahmed had a solid, thick, meaty prick. Sophie had never, ever had anything as big in her tight little twat before. She screamed into the prick in her mouth as Ahmed impaled her vulnerable pussy with his massive cock and both brothers started see-sawing with her tight little body, using her like a fucktoy for their own pleasure.
They knew the investors in Jordan, Syria, Lebanon and Iraq would be watching them break in this latest white slave, and they liked to demonstrate how skilled they were at hurting sluts like this.
Sophies eyes rolled back into her head as she struggled to breathe, her helpless limp body being used like a ragdoll by these two strong, Arab men. She knew she was being completely humiliated and degraded on camera, she knew she was going to cum like a bitch in heat, and she knew this was the wettest her pussy had ever been.
Ahmed felt her pussy walls spasming and convulsing around his cock, ready to milk him dry. He nodded at Mehmet. Mehmet started hammering her throat even harder, and rubbed his spit into her eyes and mouth. She looked a mess. He reached down and twisted each nipple sharply, muttering nasty things to her about what a needy little whore she was and how hard she was going to get it, from everyone. She would be an expert Turkish cock-sucker by the time they finished with her – men from all over would pay them to use their pretty little English whore’s mouth. And when her pussy was all tired out and ruined, they would sell her to somewhere in the Middle East and she would give out blowjobs for the equivalent of £1 a go or she would starve.
As Mehmet whispered these nasty promises to her Sophie felt her climax building and building. Ahmed was shoving his impressive, thick 9 inches into her tight little cunt and she was going to cum. She started panting and moaning on Mehmet’s cock and her eyes closed – she was getting closer and closer….the inside of her thighs were shaking…her pussy was dripping juices all over Ahmed’s balls and her G-Spot couldn’t take any more…she squeezed her pussy together and felt a shuddering climax rock through her entire pussy. Vibrations spread up and down her legs and she tingled and screamed out. Just as she came, Mehmet let loose his thick Turkish seed into her abused and raw throat, and Ahmed pumped ropes of cum deep into her womb, filling her up until she felt like she would burst. She swallowed Mehmet’s buckets of cum down her throat and felt Ahmed’s semen swim around her tummy, her own juices fairly leaking out of her.
Both brothers pulled out of her and she collapsed onto her side, shaking, dazed, covered in cum, sweat and spit. No longer caring about her nakedness, she rolled on to her back. Her pale legs flopped open, completely lacking in energy. Semen flowed out of her pussy and onto the bed. She lay with her head to one side, Mehmet’s cum mainly in her tummy, along with his brother’s, but a streak was across her left cheek. As if on auto-pilot, Sophie reached up with one hand, and scooped the remaining drops of Mehmet’s cum into her mouth. With the other hand, she wiped up her pussy and did the same with Ahmed’s. Sucking both Turkish brothers’ semen off both hands like a dreamily contented little girl, Sophie didn’t even have thoughts anymore.
She felt completely satisfied.