After the Colonel's introduction of his tall, dark friend to Eloise, Nancy could only do as she was told. Mixing and serving a drink to her aunt, she got another for herself and sipped at its contents, stalling for time and trying to think of a way out of this situation as she watched Gul undress. Once he was also reduced to his boxers, the hairy chested Turk settled on the bed beside the retired Colonel. Enthralled, she watched his sex organ growing with anticipation over her young body as they both looked at her with that anticipation written just as clearly in their faces. Most alarmingly, the same expression was on her aunt's face as she sat with her legs crossed at the small table, decently posed and situated well away from the bed where, in all likelihood, Nancy was about to be compromised.
"Why don't you finish that drink and get Gul one?" Marks suggested.
She did so, gulping the rest of the vodka and orange before going back to the cabinet to mix another. Taking it to the bed when she was finished, she was invited up on the mattress between the two men. She hesitated, looking at Eloise as though in a final appeal.
Eloise well knew that there was no way for Nancy to avoid what was about to happen as much as Nancy did, but couldn't have said why she wanted to watch. Yes, she wanted to see Nancy's body, would take perverse pleasure in watching the attractive know-it-all being used like a sheep, but she could never have explained why the voyeuristic aspect had her so excited. Such things had never appealed to her before, these ideas never so much as having crossed her mind, but then, at that moment, it was a kink that she couldn't resist. She looked back at her niece's pleading expression, easily reading the excitement that also hid just below the surface, and only licked her lips while nodding towards the two men in a silent gesture for her to get to it.
Carefully, so as not to spill Gul's drink, she climbed up on the bed from the foot, making her way on her knees towards and between them. Feeling quite tipsy at that point, she found it hard to keep her balance when her arm extended the drink towards him. She was able to correct before the Turk took his glass, but then almost toppled again.
"Whoa!" the Colonel chuckled, grabbing her under her arms to steady her.
Her vision blurred for a moment and it took another to recognize that he was rubbing her sides. Having no choice in the matter, she simply knelt there between the two men and allowed this. The fact that it felt good helped and she barely noticed when the zipper at the back of her dress was pulled down.
"You're a little overdressed," Marks explained.
She wanted to protest, but knew she couldn't, that this was the price of hearing what the Colonel knew. It seemed unreal, even absurd that it was happening, especially that her Aunt Eloise condoned it, but the thin fabric of her dress being pulled across her erected nipples cut through the slush of her alcohol poisoned mind in a way that made the circumstances of what was happening an unimportant detail. She shivered to this sensation, looking down as he pulled the top of her dress from her shoulders, then down her upper arms. And then her breasts were out, the snug dress clinging to her stomach as Marks grinned hungrily at her bared chest.
"Fuck, Nancy, you're a beautiful girl..."
She was shocked to feel a smile at the corners of her mouth, shocked that she would be pleased at his compliment. She jumped at the feel of the back of her dress being raised, looking behind her to see a grinning Gul Ghanem looking at her behind, also bare other than the little black thong she wore. Obviously, he was the one responsible for lowering the zipper on the back of her dress and, with her knees spread wide on the mattress for balance, he inclined his head down and to the side for a good look between her legs. He said something in Turkish that Nancy didn't understand, but his tone conveyed the same appreciation his expression did. Wide eyed, but helplessly excited at being the object of such regard, Nancy arched her back and protruded her ass without much thinking about it.
"Nancy was right about you, Colonel Marks," Eloise said in a quiet, distracted voice. She still sat in the chair with her legs crossed, but was now leaning forward slightly, eyes as wide as Nancy's as she took in the show.
"And how's that?" he asked as he took one of Nancy's nipples between thumb and forefinger, producing a small, pleasured cry from her as he pinched.
"You
are
a dirty old man."
Both he and Gul responded to this with low chuckles and, to Nancy's amazement, Eloise also smiled. To her further amazement, so did she before letting out another small cry when the Colonel took her other nipple to pinch it in the same way.
"Oh, Colonel!" she moaned. "M-my nipples...
Ohhh...!"
Gul's large hand was now placed firmly between her legs from behind. It covered her crotch and pressed as his fingers rubbed the front of her thong, making her pelvis jerk, her jaw sag as she gasped. She was no longer smiling, but just as surprised to find herself humping his hand while the Colonel continued to pinch her nipples, now a little harder. More surprising was the fact that she was pulling her arms out of the sleeves of her dress. Despite her anguish over whatever they might do to her, there was no denying that she was so far enjoying their treatment of her body and only hoped the entire session would be so enjoyable.
Indeed, Gul's massage was so enjoyable that she barely noticed when the Colonel stopped pinching her nipples, her mind not completely registering the slow sounds of tearing fabric as her dress was forcibly split down the back from the bottom of the zipper run to the hem.
With a derisive laugh, the Colonel flung the pink rag over the foot of the bed at Eloise. It landed in her lap and she looked back with an odd smile as she picked it up, seemingly to hold as Nancy, now only in her thong, steadied herself with one hand on Marks's thigh, moaning as the Turkish massage became more aggressive.
