Jason Spider
04-16-2011, 12:46 AM
Brooke's Turkish Adventure
The following story is almost entirely fictitious, only the existence of my other Brooke stories is real.
It contains images of brutality, rape, dominance and submission, but not explicit sex acts.
If you don't like it write your own stories and post them here, so everyone else can be a critic, before you criticize mine. If your under 18 'your' breaking the law if you read it.
Brooke's arrival in Turkey had caused quite a stir. A stunningly beautiful young woman of 30, with a perfect creamy complexion and gorgeous blue eye was bound to be noticed. However, when that is coupled with bright red hair everyone took notice. The hair was dyed, of course. Brooke's hair is naturally light brown, but she had decided, foolishly as she latter realised, to retain the coppery red colour that she had been required for her character of Bridget Keegan in Canal Road. Most people would have considered this a good decision as the colour certainly highlighted the perfection of her face, but in Turkey such notice was dangerous.
Her arrest came swiftly, when drugs were found hidden in her luggage.
Everything after that was a continuous nightmare for Brooke. Arrested, hauled of to a Turkish Police station for 15 hours of continuous interrogation, no rubber hoses, this time. But bright lights, lack of sleep, lack of food, plenty of thick & strong Turkish Coffee, but then no toilet break. Question after unanswerable question screamed into her face by huge angry men with indescribably breath and body odour and almost incomprehensible accents. Finally the humiliation of being stripped searched, by the same men, and probed in every cavity by several of their fingers, resulting in the inevitable evacuation of her bladder, much to their amusement, and finally thrown naked into a cold, dark cell evidently populated by vermin, of various types.
It would have been bad enough if Brooke had thought they really believed her guilty.
But she was painfully aware from the lustful expressions on their faces, and the furtive looks passing between them, that they knew she was innocent. Clearly this was entirely staged, the drugs having been planted specifically to allow these men to abuse her this way. That night Brooke lay awake wondering if, or more exactly when, she would be raped, and how soon after she would be allowed to contact the consulate to get herself released. Poor naive child, she really had no clue how much trouble she was really in. No she wouldn't be raped that night, but only because it wasn't the Turkish Police who had decided she was to be treated this way. They were acting under orders from a much higher authority, one against which the Australian Consulate was totally powerless to help her.
Brooke's ordeal had only just begun, and it would not end with anything as simple as rape.
The next morning she was dragged out of the cell at first light, she had barely managed to doze off only moments before. A fact which her captors were well aware of. Given a rough Hessian dress to wear, she was lead to a small room bare except for a single plank-wood table & chair. On the table was a meal of porridge and another cup of their infernal coffee. As hungry as she was Brooke fell on the porridge with delight, until she tasted the first bite. She had given head enough times to recognize the extra ingredient her captors had added to the meal, and from the strength of the taste, probably all 50 or so officers in the station had contributed. So she went hungry again.
Another poor decision, it would be a long time before she saw any food again.
After breakfast, she was brought out of the cell to the main part of the station and left sitting chained to another plank-wood chair in full view of all passers by. The combination of the cold rough wood, the thin Hessian of her dress and the exposure made her feel very cold, which in turn made her nipples become erect. Unfortunately having had her hands cuffed behind her back to the chair meant she could not do anything to hide this from view. She noticed several of the police men, and women taking good long looks as they passed. Then one officer sitting at a desk near her decided not to bother just looking, and started to masturbate, making sure she could see. The others just laughed at her obvious embarrassment.
After a five very uncomfortable hours, and several more officers masturbating over her, and officer come along an releases her. She discoverers her restricted position and the cold have caused significant cramping of her muscles making every movement painful. But is allowed no time to recover, handed her own clothes she is order to dress fro transportation. It is a very painful and clumsy process, made worse by the large gathering of officers eager to watch her strip naked before them, allowing them to masturbate over her. On donning her clothes she finds they have been badly treated, great tears have been made strategically to expose her breasts, buttocks and pubic region. There are also many stains, which by the smell are all cum.
Once 'dressed' she is lead out to a waiting van, for transportation. The name on the van's side means nothing to Brooke, but would strike fear into any Turkish woman as it is that of the most notorious women's prison in all of the middle east. A hell hole of rape, torture, brutality and death, normally reserved for only the most vicious of criminals, not for pretty young foreigners caught with only a few grams of coke. Oblivious she enters the van eagerly, happy to be getting away from the lustful attentions of all those police officers. Her eagerness is tempered when she is chained by her hands to the vans ceiling, then has her feet spread and chained to the seats. Forcing her to stand for the exposed for the trip, three guards enter the van with her each carrying cattle prods.
Throughout the trip the guards amuse themselves by randomly applying the prods to various parts of her body. Initially they target her feet, legs, arms and buttocks. But as the journey continues they move ever closer to her more sensitive areas. After the first shock she begged them to stop, only to receive a swift and viscous slap across the mouth and a warning that if she spoke again she would be gagged and then punished severely. What was most shocking, and distressing to her was that they showed absolutely no signs of lust, just cold brutality. It surprised her to discover she missed the lust of the police, at least they valued her for that. These men seemed to care for nothing but her pain.
The journey took two hours, by the time they arrived she was covered with small burn marks, only her breasts, pubic region and face had been spared, though the inside of her thighs and upper chest burned like fire. When the back doors of the van were opened she found herself confronted by the largest man she had ever met. He was fully seven foot tall and built like a body builder. He was also without doubt the filthiest individual she'd ever met. Though over 10 feet away, and outside the van, the smell of him almost choked her, and a significant proportion of than smell was of stale cum. He smelt like he had never washed in his life and certainly never cleaned his penis, which was in-fact very nearly correct, only visits by the most important of people could make him wash.
The guards in the truck unlock her chains then securing her hands behind her back and linking on chain round her waist and another two to her ankles, which are also linked together to limit her ability to walk, let alone run. Once this is complete they throw her out of the van into the waiting arms of the large man, up close his smell is diabolical. She finds herself gagging for breath and on the point of fainting. Her faint is stalled when he lifts her onto his shoulder using a large finger thrust into her pussy as a support, his uncut fingernail digging in deeply. This both pained and disgusted her, considering the state of his cleanliness, she was sure his fingernails carried a wide variety of noxious bacteria.
She is unceremoniously dumped into a small barred cage, and her chains removed. It was one of several similar cages surrounding a much larger caged area which forms the main prison. The whole complex is extraordinarily filthy, buy Brooke's standards. In one corner is a pile of bedding, in which she can see the movement of a legion of insects. There is also what she recognizes immediately as rat droppings scattered all around. Having grown up on a farm she is well acquainted with the signs of rats, just not in her bedroom. In the cages on either side of her are other women, dressed in similarly bedraggled clothing, though theirs is of much lesser original quality than her own. Neither takes any notice of her being too busy watching whats going on in the main cage.
Brooke follows their gaze and sees two large groups of naked women collected either side of a pair of women facing away from her, also naked. Beyond them there is a smaller group of naked women, consisting of 7 very large, and obese and frankly quite ugly women. Each of these being flanked by several smaller and much younger women, all of whom would perhaps have been pretty but for four things:
The first being that none of the women in the large cage had any hair, either on their heads or anywhere else on their bodies. Close examination of some of the women nearer her cage allowed Brooke to see scars were some of their hair had been removed quite roughly, this included around the pubic region,
The second being the numerous bruises, scars, cut and welts and other signs of harsh treatment all over their bodies,
Third was the general state of filth of all the women, which was quite nauseating for Brooke, being as she was something of a neat freak, not obsessive about it, well not in her mind anyway, and
Finally the large tattoos each wore on their cheek, she noted that these tattoos matched symbols on necklaces hung around the necks of the obese women, beside which each of the 'pretty girls' was standing.
End of Part 1
The following story is almost entirely fictitious, only the existence of my other Brooke stories is real.
It contains images of brutality, rape, dominance and submission, but not explicit sex acts.
If you don't like it write your own stories and post them here, so everyone else can be a critic, before you criticize mine. If your under 18 'your' breaking the law if you read it.
Brooke's arrival in Turkey had caused quite a stir. A stunningly beautiful young woman of 30, with a perfect creamy complexion and gorgeous blue eye was bound to be noticed. However, when that is coupled with bright red hair everyone took notice. The hair was dyed, of course. Brooke's hair is naturally light brown, but she had decided, foolishly as she latter realised, to retain the coppery red colour that she had been required for her character of Bridget Keegan in Canal Road. Most people would have considered this a good decision as the colour certainly highlighted the perfection of her face, but in Turkey such notice was dangerous.
Her arrest came swiftly, when drugs were found hidden in her luggage.
Everything after that was a continuous nightmare for Brooke. Arrested, hauled of to a Turkish Police station for 15 hours of continuous interrogation, no rubber hoses, this time. But bright lights, lack of sleep, lack of food, plenty of thick & strong Turkish Coffee, but then no toilet break. Question after unanswerable question screamed into her face by huge angry men with indescribably breath and body odour and almost incomprehensible accents. Finally the humiliation of being stripped searched, by the same men, and probed in every cavity by several of their fingers, resulting in the inevitable evacuation of her bladder, much to their amusement, and finally thrown naked into a cold, dark cell evidently populated by vermin, of various types.
It would have been bad enough if Brooke had thought they really believed her guilty.
But she was painfully aware from the lustful expressions on their faces, and the furtive looks passing between them, that they knew she was innocent. Clearly this was entirely staged, the drugs having been planted specifically to allow these men to abuse her this way. That night Brooke lay awake wondering if, or more exactly when, she would be raped, and how soon after she would be allowed to contact the consulate to get herself released. Poor naive child, she really had no clue how much trouble she was really in. No she wouldn't be raped that night, but only because it wasn't the Turkish Police who had decided she was to be treated this way. They were acting under orders from a much higher authority, one against which the Australian Consulate was totally powerless to help her.
Brooke's ordeal had only just begun, and it would not end with anything as simple as rape.
The next morning she was dragged out of the cell at first light, she had barely managed to doze off only moments before. A fact which her captors were well aware of. Given a rough Hessian dress to wear, she was lead to a small room bare except for a single plank-wood table & chair. On the table was a meal of porridge and another cup of their infernal coffee. As hungry as she was Brooke fell on the porridge with delight, until she tasted the first bite. She had given head enough times to recognize the extra ingredient her captors had added to the meal, and from the strength of the taste, probably all 50 or so officers in the station had contributed. So she went hungry again.
Another poor decision, it would be a long time before she saw any food again.
After breakfast, she was brought out of the cell to the main part of the station and left sitting chained to another plank-wood chair in full view of all passers by. The combination of the cold rough wood, the thin Hessian of her dress and the exposure made her feel very cold, which in turn made her nipples become erect. Unfortunately having had her hands cuffed behind her back to the chair meant she could not do anything to hide this from view. She noticed several of the police men, and women taking good long looks as they passed. Then one officer sitting at a desk near her decided not to bother just looking, and started to masturbate, making sure she could see. The others just laughed at her obvious embarrassment.
After a five very uncomfortable hours, and several more officers masturbating over her, and officer come along an releases her. She discoverers her restricted position and the cold have caused significant cramping of her muscles making every movement painful. But is allowed no time to recover, handed her own clothes she is order to dress fro transportation. It is a very painful and clumsy process, made worse by the large gathering of officers eager to watch her strip naked before them, allowing them to masturbate over her. On donning her clothes she finds they have been badly treated, great tears have been made strategically to expose her breasts, buttocks and pubic region. There are also many stains, which by the smell are all cum.
Once 'dressed' she is lead out to a waiting van, for transportation. The name on the van's side means nothing to Brooke, but would strike fear into any Turkish woman as it is that of the most notorious women's prison in all of the middle east. A hell hole of rape, torture, brutality and death, normally reserved for only the most vicious of criminals, not for pretty young foreigners caught with only a few grams of coke. Oblivious she enters the van eagerly, happy to be getting away from the lustful attentions of all those police officers. Her eagerness is tempered when she is chained by her hands to the vans ceiling, then has her feet spread and chained to the seats. Forcing her to stand for the exposed for the trip, three guards enter the van with her each carrying cattle prods.
Throughout the trip the guards amuse themselves by randomly applying the prods to various parts of her body. Initially they target her feet, legs, arms and buttocks. But as the journey continues they move ever closer to her more sensitive areas. After the first shock she begged them to stop, only to receive a swift and viscous slap across the mouth and a warning that if she spoke again she would be gagged and then punished severely. What was most shocking, and distressing to her was that they showed absolutely no signs of lust, just cold brutality. It surprised her to discover she missed the lust of the police, at least they valued her for that. These men seemed to care for nothing but her pain.
The journey took two hours, by the time they arrived she was covered with small burn marks, only her breasts, pubic region and face had been spared, though the inside of her thighs and upper chest burned like fire. When the back doors of the van were opened she found herself confronted by the largest man she had ever met. He was fully seven foot tall and built like a body builder. He was also without doubt the filthiest individual she'd ever met. Though over 10 feet away, and outside the van, the smell of him almost choked her, and a significant proportion of than smell was of stale cum. He smelt like he had never washed in his life and certainly never cleaned his penis, which was in-fact very nearly correct, only visits by the most important of people could make him wash.
The guards in the truck unlock her chains then securing her hands behind her back and linking on chain round her waist and another two to her ankles, which are also linked together to limit her ability to walk, let alone run. Once this is complete they throw her out of the van into the waiting arms of the large man, up close his smell is diabolical. She finds herself gagging for breath and on the point of fainting. Her faint is stalled when he lifts her onto his shoulder using a large finger thrust into her pussy as a support, his uncut fingernail digging in deeply. This both pained and disgusted her, considering the state of his cleanliness, she was sure his fingernails carried a wide variety of noxious bacteria.
She is unceremoniously dumped into a small barred cage, and her chains removed. It was one of several similar cages surrounding a much larger caged area which forms the main prison. The whole complex is extraordinarily filthy, buy Brooke's standards. In one corner is a pile of bedding, in which she can see the movement of a legion of insects. There is also what she recognizes immediately as rat droppings scattered all around. Having grown up on a farm she is well acquainted with the signs of rats, just not in her bedroom. In the cages on either side of her are other women, dressed in similarly bedraggled clothing, though theirs is of much lesser original quality than her own. Neither takes any notice of her being too busy watching whats going on in the main cage.
Brooke follows their gaze and sees two large groups of naked women collected either side of a pair of women facing away from her, also naked. Beyond them there is a smaller group of naked women, consisting of 7 very large, and obese and frankly quite ugly women. Each of these being flanked by several smaller and much younger women, all of whom would perhaps have been pretty but for four things:
The first being that none of the women in the large cage had any hair, either on their heads or anywhere else on their bodies. Close examination of some of the women nearer her cage allowed Brooke to see scars were some of their hair had been removed quite roughly, this included around the pubic region,
The second being the numerous bruises, scars, cut and welts and other signs of harsh treatment all over their bodies,
Third was the general state of filth of all the women, which was quite nauseating for Brooke, being as she was something of a neat freak, not obsessive about it, well not in her mind anyway, and
Finally the large tattoos each wore on their cheek, she noted that these tattoos matched symbols on necklaces hung around the necks of the obese women, beside which each of the 'pretty girls' was standing.
End of Part 1