Brooke's Turkish Adventure - Chapter Two

[Jason Spider]

Introductory Note

This thread continues the story of Brooke's Turkish Adventure. Which, I Hope, will eventually become a novel of at least a dozen chapters, and of which this and the previously posted thread form the first two.

Unlike most of the other stories on this site this novel will not be purely the story of a sexual conquest, although it will certainly contain a lot of sex and quite a bit of conquest. Instead it will be a story of the experiences of Brooke and Jason, and a cast of additional characters, who will be introduced along the way. An adventure story, a love story and a bloody good XXX sexual romp. I hope.

When, if, the story is completed I plan to publish the whole thing, with an additional prologue, in epub and HTML format. Not the worlds first such book certainly. The Marquis De Sade first published his stories including Justine in the 18th century. Plus there are several Hindu sex stories, first published on the walls of Indian Temples, that are at least a thousand years older. However, I think it will be the worlds first XXX Fan Fiction novel, unless someone beats me to it.

Anyone who has ideas they'd like to see included within the story is welcome to submit them to me, by private message, or by posting them in the Celebrity Requests forum. I won't guarantee to include them, but I will if they fit within my vision for the story.

I'd prefer you don't post them here to avoid interrupting the readability of the story.

[Jason Spider]

Brooke's Turkish Adventure - Part 5

The following story is entirely fictional.
This story contains scenes of kidnap, abuse, bondage, enslavement and sexual violence. If you find these concepts offensive don't read the story.
If yo are under 18, you shouldn't be here looking at this, and certainly are not legally allowed to read the story below. But if you're already here, you probably will anyway, you naughty child!
PLEASE NOTE:
The techniques used to persuade a young celebrity to offer herself up for sex have not been tested and are not guaranteed to be successful. Anyone who adopts these techniques to obtain sex from a celebrity, or any girl, in real life does so at his/her own risk. So if you choose to try them and get your cock bitten off, don't blame me. But do come here and tell me about it. I could do with a good laugh.



Brooke yawned hugely, though she tried hard to stop herself.

"It's okay Brooke, you can have a little sleep, it will be several hours before we reach home." So saying he touched the control for Brooke's seat commanding it to recline fully. When it stopped it was completely horizontal, with the footrest raised and the deeply padded headrest it made an almost bed. With the Bentley's superb individual climate control system automatically adjusting to accommodate a sleeping person,she needed no sheets or blankets.

Brooke would be able to sleep comfortably for the first time since she'd left her hotel in London to fly to Istanbul nearly 48 hours before. She really needed a good sleep right then and so had begun to drift off as soon as he had given her permission. "Home..." she mused quietly, snuggling back into the oh so comfortable seat/bed. "My Master's home..."

"Our home Brooke." He corrected quietly, thinking she had fallen asleep already.

"Our home..." still awake, but just barely, she smiled happily. "I love you Master..." then she drifted off. After a few seconds she began to snore, so quietly he could hardly hear it.

He smiled 'Well that's one problem we won't have to deal with.' He didn't really want to have to send her back to prison for something as simple as snoring. But had she been afflicted with a loud snore, which could not be fixed even surgically, he would not have hesitated. 'I may love you Brooke,' He mused. 'But that doesn't mean I'll put up with anything less than perfection. Why should I there are Millions of gorgeous women in the world?' It was probably a good think Brooke couldn't hear his thoughts or her sleep would not have been so comfortable.

As for Jason, he was very glad he'd been able to get a decent hotel room the night before and turned in early. They had a long trip ahead of them, nearly 800kms, and it would take over 14 hours; fortunately Jason was both very fit and very rested. But he would be very tired by the time he got home. He figured Brooke would not only still be asleep when they arrived, but given the frights she'd had, would probably still need several more hours sleep before she fully recovered when they got 'home'. Which was good as he'd be in no condition to begin her training.

Though it was doubtful Brooke would have any idea of where she was, even if someone had told her its name. But Jason knew precisely where he was. The prison was situated in a small village about 100kms north west of Ankara. Their destination was a villa complex about 1km north of the town of Kilitbahir, on what most Australians would recognize as the Gallipoli Peninsular. The town lies near the Southern end of that section of the Dardanelles Straight known as The Narrows, placing it a convenient 2km boat journey from the City of Canakkale, from where Jason could fly out of Turkey to conduct his business across Europe whenever he needed.

Of course, anyone familiar with Turkey will know the fastest route from Ankara to Canakkale is the E90, which links the two cities directly, if not in a straight line. But while this highway was some 200kms shorter than his intended path, for Jason it was not an acceptable route. For much of Turkey is practically lawless and a prize like Brooke was desired by many, though few would have appreciated quite so much as Jason, who really does love her, in his own twisted way. While he could bribe or blackmail customs, police and prison officials, or anyone else working for the national government, including senior politicians, he had no reliable means to influence the various war-lords who ruled the provinces.

These war-lords do not, as you might imagine, exert their power by armed raids on their neighbors. No mostly they act more like merchants than warriors. In this region of Turkey anyway, the closer you got to the border of Syria & Iraq the more accurate the war-lord title became. However, even here in the more civilized regions, each war-lord had his own militia, who though they acted more like police most of the time, would not hesitate to waylay travelers on the highway if they suspected they had something their masters would desire.

Brooke would immediately be recognized by even the least intelligent of them as something very much likely to be desired. This was also the reason he proposed to make the entire journey in one continuous drive, stopping only for coffee and a cat nap at selected 'safe havens' along the way, locations where he could hide the car off the road using camouflage material in the boot to ensure they were not spotted. There wasn't a single hotel or guest house in Turkey, outside of the major cities, which didn't moonlight in providing slaves to the war-lords.

Any young woman, or child of either sex that stayed in one could be marked for abduction. Though they wouldn't be taken until after they had left the next morning, but once on the road...

So Jason needed to take another route, one which avoided the war-lords. Or at least which avoided war-lords with whom he had no arrangement. And he needed to be prepared for a fast, but cautious trip. From here he would have to take the O-4 to get back to Istanbul, crossing the Bosporus on the way. Then leaving the city on the O-3 turn off at the E-84 and head along the north coast of the Sea of Marmara to Tekirdag. Here he needed to take the the D110, the same road Alexander had use to travel in the other direction several thousand years before.

Though it took them 80kms out of their way, he wanted to avoid Sarkoy, where his luck at gambling had made him temporarily unpopular. On his last visit, a few weeks before, the local war-lord had put up his brand new Bentley against Jason's Bugatti Veyron on his Ace high straight. he hadn't been very pleased when Jason revealed he also had an Ace high straight, his being all hearts. Which seems appropriate for his Turkish nickname 'Kalp Efendisi' translates to the Heart Lord, for his uncanny ability to get any woman he wanted in his bed, one way or another.

He felt it would be unwise to pass through driving that self-same Bentley so soon after, especially as he knew the war-lord was a fan of Brooke's work, and a bigger fan of her body, so would be doubly pleased to steal her off him.

The D110 took them to Kesan where he could safely turn South East on the E87, toward the peninsular, following this road all the way to it's end at Ecabat, from where it was a short 3kms on D550 to home. Brooke would no doubt be interested to discover she would be living in a place she had heard so much about, and more interested to learn it was only 12kms from the memorial at Lone Pine a place sacred to all Australian's. A place Jason had found provided him with a very reliable supply of young female Australian, New Zealand and sometimes British backpackers, who could easily be made to disappear.

End of Part 5

[Jason Spider]

Brooke's Turkish Adventure - Part 6

The trip was uneventful, by Jason's standards. They had only been shot at twice and had to work their way around a road-block near Ahievren. Apparently word of Jason's new acquisition had already reached Sarkoy. Either there was a Sarkoy spy in the prison or his former gambling buddy had put two-and-two together after Brooke's arrest and had set up the road-block in anticipation Jason would bring her back that way. He may be an impulsive gambler, but old Sarkoy was no fool. If Jason's agent hadn't processed Brooke's travel bookings in Sydney it would probably be Sarkoy she would be going to now. Had she arrived unannounced there's no doubt who would have got to her first, Sarkoy being so much closer to Istanbul.

Still, Jason mused, Ahvieren wasn't even in Sarkoys' territory it was in Malkara's land and those two war-lords were bitter enemies. Putting up that road-block must have cost Sarkoy a small fortune. That it was his road-block was certain Jason easily recognized the person in control of it, a long term employee of Sarkoy and a loyal one. She would not be there at anyone else's behest. He began to muse at Sarkoy's obvious eagerness for Brooke, maybe Jason should consider increasing his home security. Not that he was against sharing Brooke, for a price, once she was sufficiently trained. But he certainly wasn't going to risk losing her altogether, just so Sarkoy could 'get his own back'.

Not that Sarkoy's war-lord was a bad bloke. In-fact despite their current animosity they were really close friends. After all it had been Jason who had helped Him set-up here. Like Jason the war-lord was not a Turk. He was English, hailing from Stoke-on-Trent originally, by the name of Tim. Also like Jason he been lured here by Turkey's more liberal attitude to male-female relations. Jason had given Tim the nod when the previous Sarkoy war-lord had been killed in a border dispute with the war-lord of Geliboli, the territory lying between Sarkoy and Jason's own territory Eceabat. Then both Jason and the Geliboli war-lord had blocked Malkara's attempt to take control of the territory until Tim could get established.

The Geliboli war-lord was also a Brit, by the name of Ed, originally from Bath. Who would also no doubt enjoy having control of Brooke for a period, but who would not try to steal her, as the inevitable border war would spoil both their fun 'harvesting' ANZAC day back-packers, and that happy and profitable day was nearly upon them. Eventually the point would be reached in Brooke's training where Jason would have to give her to another master for a while, to test her loyalty. When that time came the obvious choice would be between Sarkoy and Geliboli. After all they'd been sharing possessions for ages. Strangely however, while he knew it was necessary, for once Jason felt incredibly uncomfortable about the idea of sharing Brooke.

As they reached the outskirts of his territorial capital Jason also wondered how Brooke would have reacted had she seen Tim's Mistress-at-Arms in her full battle-dress on the road-block. Would she have recognized her former co-star Rebecca Ritters? Well no doubt they'd meet soon, now that his attempt to steal Brooke had failed, it was a stone cold certainty Tim would be making a visit to Jason 'to patch-up their differences'. Though the real reason would be to meet Brooke, and begin the negotiation for her 'services'. Ed would find a reason to visit soon as well, for the same reason.

Jason wonders who will arrive first.

Finally Jason turned the vehicle off the road into the driveway of a heavily guarded compound. It is protected on all sides by a wall at least 12 feet high, and clearly built to provide serious defense. Aside from the numerous security cameras, and motion sensors, both visual and IR, with IR flood lights to ensure excellent night vision for the cameras. It has a moat, barbed wire emplacements and both machine gun and cannon barrels protruding from fixed emplacements that are clearly remotely controlled from somewhere inside. This is backed up by heavily armed patrols both outside and along a parapet built along the inner side of the wall near the top.

On passing through the 10 foot high and nearly 4 foot thick steel gates, the inner compound is revealed to be swarming with people. These are of all ages from babes in arms up to Octogenarians and, aside from some of the children, are all female. Indeed the oldest male within the compound, other than Jason, is no more than 6 years of age. Further examination of the women reveals they are all attractive. Even the oldest of them, though long past their prime, were clearly beautiful when they were young. The younger women are stunning, none would look out of place on a catwalk or movie set, and all are dressed to take full advantage of their looks. The total amount of material making up the outfits of 90% of the women wouldn't be enough to provide Jason with a T-Shirt.

Dominating the center of the compound is the Villa, an impressive two story structure, which to the casual observer would appear to be a modern copy of the type of Villa that would have housed the very wealthiest of Romans. In fact it was no copy. This same Villa had stood here since first built, for an unknown Senator of the Eastern Roman Empire, around the 4th Century AD, though it had been frequently repaired and much improved over the centuries. Jason pulls the Bentley to a halt directly in front of the Villa's main entrance, from which a number of staff begin to emerge before the vehicle has fully come to a halt. Obviously his arrival has been anticipated.

Leading them is Jason's 'Butler', a very attractive young woman in her early 20's. About 5'4" tall with long blond hair and sparkling blue eyes.

She first kneels before Jason, who has emerged from the vehicle and come around to the passenger side. All the other staff, also female, kneel with her.

"Welcome Beloved Master," she intones smiling up into his eyes with obvious devotion.

"Welcome Beloved Master." the others repeat in unison, with equal warmth.

"Thank you, it's good to be with you all again. You may rise" he responds.

They rise; most of them proceed to the rear of the vehicle and begin taking luggage out of the boot and carrying it into the Villa, but the young blonde steps toward the passenger door of the car.

"No you don't." comments Jason smiling, stopping her instantly. "Put your curiosity away, and give me your report."

Reluctantly she turns her back on the car and gives him the details of what has been happening while he was away.

End of Part 6

[Jason Spider]

Brooke's Turkish Adventure - Part 7

The sound of their voices penetrates Brooke's sleep, rousing her. As she lies half awake listening, but not really hearing their words, she begins to have the feeling that she knows the voice of the person Jason is talking to. So she hunts round for the seat control then raises the car seat upright to look at the woman's face. But she is foiled by the mystery woman having her back is toward Brooke. Still again, there is something familiar about the shape of the woman's body and hair and the way she hold herself. Brooke feels certain this is someone she's met, even someone she knows quite well. Before she can ponder on it further, the woman shifts slightly and Brooke finds herself looking directly at Jason's face.

For the first time she has the chance to study him closely, without her mind being clouded by intense fatigue and fear. Once more she gets a sense of recognition. They have met before, though she cannot place where, she knows it and that it was several years ago. She continues to study him. He is several inches taller than her but not a really big man, clearly fit and strong without being massively muscled. There's a feeling of great power about him, but also a feeling of gentleness. She feels certain he's a man she could rely on to protect her in a crisis, and make love to her with skill and sensitivity. He looks to be in his mid 30's, but something about him makes seem older. There is a calmness about him as though he's at peace with the world and a sense of wisdom as if he's experienced a great deal and learnt from his experiences. In short he is the sort of man she has searched for her whole life.

He reminds her of faceless man she dreamt protected her as a child, and who latter in her private fantasies fuelled her most satisfying sexual experiences. Experience she feels sure she will no longer have to enjoy alone.

He looks down at her and smiles she senses great contentment in him, but also great sadness. 'There is a story to this man's life.' She thinks. 'One that involves great sorrow. Some great tragedy has befallen him.' But she also feels that somehow it involves her and she wonders how this could be so. Her curiosity is aroused. She also feels the hand of fate in their being together, as if this was meant to be. She thinks back over her other lovers and recalls the constant feeling of wrongness that had colored those relationships. She had always rationalized it before as her own nervousness about sex. Or a sense of the limitations within those men, for certainly they had been limited in one way or another. But now looking at Jason's it feels to her, that it was fate warning her she had not yet met the man for her.

There was no such feeling of wrongness now. 'This is right.' She thinks. 'I was meant to be with this man.'

Feeling happier than she has in many years, she looks around to find out where she is. Her happiness takes a jolt, seeing so many beautiful women stuns her. 'Oh my so many, and so beautiful. Do they all belong to Jason?' She scans the area looking for other men, other potential lovers for the women, finding none. As she is looking she watches several of the women pass by, noticing how the watch him constantly. She knows that look, they love him. She even sees how many of them go out of there way to pass close to him to see, and in hope of being seen, by the man they love. She begins to wonder just what he really feels about her, sure he said he loved her, but she's just one woman among so many.

She knows men find her attractive, they always have, but she's not the young starlet she once was. She's turned 30 and there are lines on her face that weren't there before. It's been years since she was an A-List celebrity, and none of her recent shows rated very well. Most of the fans who used to follow her devotedly have long since found other favorites to follow, and the fans sites have all closed down. Well all but one, but that one only has a handful of dedicated supporters, and there is less and less activity all the time. She knows because she has secretly been monitoring it for some time. Of course Jason has been supporting her, in a way. But his support has been through the writing of explicit sex stories about her, stories in which he has repeatedly raped her. He's also created images of her nude, in bondage and being forced to give oral sex to someone, she suspects him. Is that driven by love, or just lust?

Then she remembers how filthy she still is, dressed in rags which hide nothing and covered in lice, fleas and other vermin. 'Oh God.' She thinks 'How could he possibly love me?' She cowers into the chair. Here in the car she is invisible the Bentleys windows are all tinted, even the windscreen is designed to allow people inside to see out but protect the privacy of those within. But she won't be allowed to hide here forever. Soon someone will come to get, maybe even Jason. How will he feel seeing her like this. It might have been okay when there were only the two of them, but with all these beautiful women about. How can he not be disgusted by her and turn away. She fears she is about to be publicly humiliated in front of, if not by, the man she loves. The man she now knows she has always loved, somehow.

Then the blond leaves, without turning around, and Jason turns to open Brooke's door. Her fear heightens, she wants to die

Before opening the door Jason speaks one word "Masks."

Around the compound women don masks, the only exception being those dressed in warrior clothes who turn to look in other directions. Others have already hurried the children out of sight. She realizes this must have been organized well in advance. He knew how she would feel and acted to preserve her dignity. Her fear lightens, but still being uncertain of his response she shivers.

He smiles gently as he opens the door and says "It's okay Brooke no one will see you until after you have bathed."

"But you've seen me." She comments quietly feeling very sad.

"I see only you Brooke. The most beautiful girl in the world. You look exactly the same to me as when I first saw you. The same as you looked the day you captured my heart. Nothing can obscure that vision of you, not dirt, mussed hair, torn clothes or anything else."

Hearing these words spoken with such absolute sincerity, she brightens. Wanting to jump up and hug him she tries to get out of the car, but her legs are week and she realizes she is still very weary.

"Sit still dear I will carry you."

She looks up at him and notices the quality of his clothing, his shirt alone must have cost more than $20k. "Your clothes..." She begins.

"Aren't worth much more than the seat you slept on." He adds.

She looks down guiltily at the condition of her bed it's ruined.

But before she can even think of apologising he goes on saying "But neither they, nor the car, nor this whole Villa are worth more to me than you Brooke. So let's not waste more time arguing, after all you are my slave aren't you?"

"Oh!" She remarks blushing at her mistake, or more correctly mistakes. "Yes Master." She answers meekly

"Good, see you remember that in future!" He snaps sternly, then can't resist winking. Fortunately none of his other slaves see.

Brooke stifles her urge to giggle, sensing it would be inappropriate

Jason steps forward and lifts her out of the car easily cradling her against his chest.

As their bodies touch for the first time both feel a jolt, like a powerful electric shock, but this is entirely more pleasant. An intense feeling of well-being floods through them, followed by a surge of heat starting between their legs and spreading throughout there bodies. Jason sees Brooke's nipples exposed through the rents in her clothing flushing and growing in unison with the erection of his cock. Noticing his glance she lift her head slightly, catching his eye, and smiles.

Without a word he turns toward the Villa and strides inside.

End of Part 7

[Jason Spider]

Brooke's Turkish Adventure - Part 8

With urgent steps he carries her through the colonnaded entrance and large atrium, then further through to an open courtyard, he continues across toward a building from the roof of which steam can be seen rising. As huge as the complex is they encounter no one along the way. At Jason's order their path has been completely cleared for them. Entering the steaming building Brooke finds herself in a lavishly tiled bathhouse, dominated in its middle by a huge sunken bath fully 30 feet wide and 50 long.

'Ooooh that looks nice.' she thinks, 'I'll be happy to get in there.'

She doesn't have to wait long to get her wish, for without hesitation Jason plunges straight into the warm soapy pool and strides through the waist deep water to the pool's centre. There he gently lowers her onto a platform sunken below the surface of the water. Without hesitation he grips Brooke's blouse and casually tears it apart, as if it were made of tissue paper. He throws the remnants out of the bath, then he does the same to her skirt leaving her entirely naked. Lying back on the platform she finds it perfectly shaped to allow her to relax comfortably on her back with only her face above water. She wonders at its soft firmness, so perfectly does it fit her body she can barely feel it. Her weight being evenly spread over every cell of her skin. It's like she's just floating there. It's as if the platform were designed specifically to fit her, which it was.

"Aaahh" she sighs as the warmth of the water begins to seep into her tired muscles.

Quickly Jason tears of his own clothes and sends them after Brooke's, little caring he has just destroyed garments worth more than and average Australian family's yearly income. Then he begins to bathe Brooke.

"Ooooooohhhh." she coos, as he runs his hands through her hair, "T
that's so nice."

Reaching into a hidden compartment in the platform Jason brings out a comb and begins carefully cleaning out the infestation of lice.

She feels the care he is taking, relaxation wars with arousal.

Completing the cleaning of her hair he turns his attention to her nails; pulling out another tool he lifts her left hand in his and begins gently prising the dirt out from under each nail in turn.

The touch of his hands on hers sends tingling feelings up her arm and straight back down to her breasts and groin. No foreplay could compare with this gentle attention to her needs for its ability to stir her lust.

Completing one hand he continues to the other, then moves on the her feet.

She wants to ask him to stop fussing about and just take her, but fears to lest he get angry at her impertinence and storm off.

Having finished these details he brings out two large sponges, one rough the other smooth, and begins working on her skin. Holding the rough sponge one handed, he dips it into a hot water jet until it is nearly too hot to hold. Then starting with her left foot, he works the sponge between each toe, then he scrubs the sole, then the top. Next he heats it up again and works works it up her leg toward the thigh scrubbing firmly, re-heating it repeatedly along the way. With his other hand he gently follows the rough sponge with the smooth. This must contain something very cold at its core, for it is as cold as the rough was hot. This combination of rough and smooth, hot and cold has her nerve endings screaming in no time, and the messages they are sending are filling her mind and body with wonder.

She begins to pant, struggling for breath, expecting at any minute to orgasm uncontrollably.

But just before she does he stops, inches from her groin, and moves down to begin again at her right foot.

She glances at his face to see if he has noticed her reaction, but he seems totally focused on his work.

He repeats his actions on the other leg.

Barely she prevents her self from exploding again. "If this goes on much longer I'll burst' she thinks.

But go on it does; having finished her legs he moves on to her arms. Starting by carefully cleaning each finger, then hand. He repeats the twin sponge treatment, each working its way up to each shoulder, then down the upper chest, but stops above her breasts.

This time she has to ball her hands into fists digging the nails into her palms to stave off orgasm. Still she manages, just.

After this he give her a slight reprieve. Using another, slightly less rough and unheated, sponge he cleans her neck and face, taking great care to clean her ears thoroughly. As he cleans her face he bends over and gently kisses her forehead, then each eyelid, nose, and finally mouth, pulling away before she can return his kiss. This re-fires her lust enormously.

Before she can beg him to fuck her "Roll over to your right." he commands, his first words since he lifted her from the car.

Obediently she does and finds the platform contoured to the front of her body once again perfectly. Her head is now held above the water with a rest that exactly supports her neck and chin comfortably, even her breasts are supported perfectly, neither crushed nor hanging loose, each nipple in a socket that perfectly matches their erectness. 'How?' she wonders, now certain this is no accident.

Distracted she doesn't notice Jason has changed back to the twin sponges. Until the heat of the rough sponge lands on the base of her neck.

She only just avoids coming one more time, then has to use every ounce of her concentration to hold it at bay as he cleans her shoulder blades, lower back and moves on to her buttocks, as he presses his hand between them and cleans her anus and then moves forward to clean between it and her pussy, she bites her lip and digs in her nails so hard she fears blood will flow. Then he slaps her butt once hard.

"Yeeoow." She yells, more from surprise than real pain.

"Roll back." He commands.

Changing sponges again he begins cleaning her tummy, once again he pays special attention to her belly button making sure it is spotless, then gives it a kiss.

She braces herself for what she knows must come next.

As she expects his hand moves toward her breast, then she realises he now has sponges in each hand.

'No.' She thinks he can't do the twin sponge there 'I'll die,'
but instead he has two of the single sponges and begins cleaning both breasts at once.

Though far less intense that the twin sponges would be still this double act has her senses screaming. This time blood does flow, when having cleaned them both thoroughly he leans down and kisses her left nipple gently, whilst taking the right between his finger and thumb and tweaking it savagely. Pleasure and pain mingle in her mind as one, taking her to the very edge of her endurance.

Then his hand slips between her legs,

"Please fuck me Master, fuck me now! I need you now Master." She screams "plleeeeaaaaasassee!"

He smiles "About time." He comments, then steps between her open legs and drives himself deep inside her. As the fullness of his manhood enters her her orgasms begin.

"OH GOD!" She cries, then again a few strokes later "OOHH GGOODD!" and again, "OOOHHH GGGOOODDD".....four times she comes each orgasm lasting longer and being more powerful than the one before. At last she thinks she is spent, but Jason does not stop thrusting; he keeps going, thrusting hard and deep, the full 10 inches of his manhood plunging into her again and again, its breadth stretching her more than she has ever been stretched before. As he thrusts she feels a storm building inside her, its growing intensity frightens her, never before has she felt such raw power in her lust. It's like every nerve in her body is signalling together, and the message they are sending is clear 'Get ready you're about to blow.'

Then with a last huge thrust Jason comes inside her. OOOHHH YYYEEEEESSSSS!" He cries.

And as if his orgasm is the detonator her orgasm explodes within her "YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS MMMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR!" she screams, a huge convulsion causing her body to thrust upward throwing her off the platform into his arms. Then she faints all her strength expended.

Jason gently carries her impaled on his still rigid member out of the pool and then, lifting her gently off himself with a squishy pop, lowers her onto a marble bench fully covered with soft fluffy towels. He bends down and gently kisses her lips once more. "Sleep well my love. Five orgasms is a fine start, but I'm sure you can do better, much better." He walks over to a marble pillar and presses a concealed button in its surface. Within second the young blonde enters with four other young girls aged about 18 or 19.

"Yes master?" she asks.

"Have her cleaned up, taken to my room and put into my bed."

The young woman frowns slightly.

"Don't pout you've always known this day would come. Don't worry I'll still find time for you. In-fact once you have finished your task you can come back and join me in the bath, once you got Brooke squared away. I may be a bit less then perfect after the drive but I've still got enough left to go a couple of rounds with you.

"Yes Master." She responds brightly, obviously happy with he prospect.

Then she calls the other girls over from where they are waiting respectfully by the door, and gives them their instructions. One of the girls collects a bucket from an alcove and fills it from the pool. While another collects a stretcher from the same location. Then they clean up Brooke and begin to lift her to put her on the stretcher.

"Be careful." Jason comments, one bruise on her skin and I'll remove a matching quantity of yours he says.

The young blond turns to the girls and says "You heard and you know he means it, so you best be very careful."

"I was talking to you." He corrects.

"Yes Master." She responds stepping back from the other girls, wondering how he knew she intended to make them drop Brooke.

The girls gently lower Brooke onto the stretcher and leave.

The blonde follows as far as the door, then turn to bow once before leaving.

End of Part 8