Chapter One

 

Dave Connors blinked his eyes and shook his head. This was a hangover to end all hangovers - yet, wait a minute this was no hangover. The brilliant naked bulb shining straight into his eyes above him was making it extra difficult for him to gather his senses. He tried to open his mouth and found he couldn't. The simple explanation was that a wide strip of adhesive tape had been drawn full across his lips. He tried to move his arms; again he met with no success, the same with his legs. Slowly he regained his senses and it began to dawn on him - he was strapped to a sturdy wooden chair, his wrists firmly secured to the broad armrests, his ankles just as securely strapped to the chair-legs.

The blaze from that bulb was temporarily blotted from his blinking eyes by a large face coming close to his. A grinning swarthy face. Now it was all coming back to him ... the Silver Slipper Club, the dinner and the dancing, the music and the wine ... he had brought his wife, Maria, out for a special celebration on their second wedding anniversary. He remembered Ahmed Kamil, the club owner, coming across to their table, the smarmy too-familiar way the swarthy foreigner had spoken to Maria and touched her arm. Then the invitation to partake of a very special bottle of champagne the club kept just for guests having celebrations. It had been special all right ... Dave could not remember anything after he had drunk the first glass ... until now.

In desperation he tried to look past the hefty figure leaning over him. Where was Maria, his pretty twenty-two year old wife? Where was she? The thick-set swarthy individual stepped back away from him and Dave caught sight of his wife. There she was, in a similar chair to the one he was strapped in, she too was strapped to her chair and the ugly smiling face of Ahmed Kamil himself was close to hers. He was gripping her naked arm just below where the short sleeve of her cocktail dress reached.

She was well aware of the vice-like grip on her slender arm and the near presence of this horrid man. She must have recovered from the drugged champagne more quickly than her husband had, the fear and dread she was experiencing showed all too clearly in her beautiful blue eyes and Dave would have given his right arm to be free of the straps and be able to pound that ugly grinning Turk right through the floor with a few well aimed kicks and punches. As it was, he was totally helpless.

He saw the Turk grip Maria's arm tighter and he winced as he saw the tender flesh of her arm peeping through the gaps left by Kamil's fingers as they curled round like eagle's talons.

"My sweet English flower," Kamil's heavily accented voice reached him, "that foolish husband of yours did not like my touching your arm up there in the club, did he? His obvious objection to my even speaking to you annoyed me most intently. I decided it was time he was taught a lesson and besides, you are a very attractive young woman. It is a terrible waste to have one so beautiful as you my dear, married to such a possessive young man."

She shivered and Dave made a desperate futile attempt to free himself from his bonds as he saw the dark flashing lust-filled eyes of the big Turk look down to her knees. Maria preferred mini-skirts or 'hot-pants' rather than maxis or midis and her cocktail dress was just about as short as it could be and, even in his agitated state, Dave had to admit that she looked a most tempting and desirable sight. Her legs had been strapped in a different position to her husband's, her shapely limbs had been drawn straight out in front of her and thin straps secured her ankles to small metal rings set in the stone floor.

"Watch me touching your wife's pretty arm," the Turk gloated at the helpless young Dave. "I think it will be even better if I just open the top of her very nice dress a little, don't you?"

The other hefty character and Dave watched, with differing feelings, as the dusky fingers of Ahmed Kamil undid the zipper at the back of the dress, eased it down and slipped the dress forward from her white shoulders until the sheer black satin of her brassiere was exposed. The bra was of a very sexy design, resembling a bikini-top and was very amply filled. Dave had noticed earlier in the evening when he had watched his wife getting dressed ready for their night out that her brassiere seemed almost too small for her. The pure white flesh of her big titties overflowed the top of the bra. It was a sight he had sat and enjoyed in the privacy of their bedroom, little knowing that a few hours later the same desirable spectacle would be enjoyed by two grinning Turks. Not that Ahmed Kamil was going to be content with just looking - already his large dusky hands were gently touching that white overflow of smooth teat-flesh above the bra cups. He squeezed. Maria looked across with imploring eyes at her husband, not that she thought he could do anything to help her. Dave saw her trying to strain her body away from those inquisitive hands, but she was as helpless to resist as he was to help her.

"Your wife has most wonderful breasts," Kamil murmured, "very desirable. Do you not agree that such a beautiful body should not be confined to the eyes of just one man, eh? No, my friend, such loveliness was meant to be shared and honoured by many men."

Suiting his actions to his words he was sliding his hands round her chest to get his fingers to the clasp of her flimsy bra. Dave watched as those dusky hands drew his wife's bra away from her body, her gorgeous titties sprung free from their imprisonment. The palms came up under the loosely swaying teats and lifted them, while he used his thumbs to encircle her large pink nipples. The thumbs continued to make their circular movement until at last, despite herself, Maria felt her nipples begin to stiffen and respond.

Dave watched those heavy thumbs massaging his wife's nipples into a state of fierce rosy erection. He knew only too well how responsive she was to having her breasts touched at all and this hefty foreigner was obviously a past master at such womanising. The expression slowly crossing Maria's pretty flushed face told Dave that even if she was afraid and shocked at what was happening, she was nevertheless getting a certain excitement from the Turk's caresses.

Ahmed was rolling her now crimson erect nipples between his fingers and thumbs in an ever increasingly rapid urgency and then he put out his thick saliva-covered tongue and bent his face towards her naked breast. Dave Connors watched that large mouth close over the tip of his wife's lovely tittie. He heard the deep intake of breath as the Turk drew the nipple right into his mouth. For five minutes or more he feasted on each superbly proportioned breast. The way Maria was trying to arch her breasts up to his sucking mouth instead of straining away from him was not lost on her husband. When Kamil at last lifted his face from her swollen breasts it was clear from her heavy breathing that he was getting her well on the way to 'heat'.

Kamil looked across to Dave: "I'm sure your charming wife is not finding my attentions to her quite as repulsive as you imagined, you stuffed-up English pig! Is that not so, my dear?" he added to Maria.

There was no response from either Dave or his heavy-breathing wife.

Kamil gripped the hem of Maria's dress and slowly lifted it, dragging it up her thighs until the gleaming studs of her suspenders came into view. Both the huge Turk who stood near to Dave's chair and Kamil were breathing heavily as they feasted their dark eyes on the long shapely exposed legs of the young English girl. Then with a grunt like a wild animal, Kamil jerked the pretty dress right up until it formed a circle of creased material round her waist.

Dave had always insisted that his wife stick to wearing suspendered stockings instead of tights and now the irony gripped him as he saw the excitement rise in the faces of the two Turks. Three pairs of eyes now riveted on the exposed navy, lace-trimmed panties that were drawn so tightly to the loins and belly of the young woman - drawn so tightly that wispy strands of dark hair were clearly visible on either side of the stretched crotch-band. Kamil lifted the dress still higher so that he could place a large hand on her flat creamy-white tummy and lovingly smooth the soft silky flesh.

Kamil rapped out a curt order to his henchman in his own tongue. Dave found himself being lifted bodily in the chair and being brought closer to the one on which his wife was strapped. At this close range he was able to see the thick finger of Kamil toying with Maria's knurled navel until she was literally sobbing under the tape of her gag. Dave saw Kamil bring his other hand down to touch the flimsy transparent material of her panties, just an inch above the start of the swell of her cunt.

From a distance of no more than two feet, Dave Connors watched helplessly as his pretty young wife was being hand-loved through her slick panties. Dave found his eyes fixed on that hand touching his wife's panties and slowly the huge hand moved delicately downwards and inwards. Despite his horror and feeling of repulsion, Dave was nevertheless feeling some sexual stimulation from watching this big Turk fondling his wife. Now his prick ached and throbbed into an erection inside his trousers as the Turk's actions became bolder. He heard Maria gasping under her gag as Kamil moved that groping hand further under her loins. The fingers had found the outline of the puffed cunt-lips through the flimsy moist knicker-band. Into that heavenly slit, which until now only herself and her husband and touched, plunged two thick stubby fingers, pushing the straining fabric of the panties in with them. Kamil rubbed around her inside for a moment or two, enjoying the way she sobbed and tried to twist and squirm as much as the straps holding her would allow.

"There! Do you see, you white bastard?" Kamil literally spat the words at Dave. "Your wife loves having her pretty quim frigged by an expert. Even you, her own husband, cannot deny that she is enjoying every minute of this,"