Sergeant Peter O'Halerin had cooled his heels in Bagdad for over three weeks. He had had several meetings with Pasha Kartal Avci as they discussed potential arms purchases of several Krupp 77mm field guns, over strong Turkish coffee. There were far ranging conversations about several aspects of Turkish, Arab, and the mixture of oriental cultures that made Bagdad the fabled city it was. O'Halerin did not press to hard, he did nothing to arouse the cautious Pasha suspicions. In the evenings he spent his time in the city's cafes. O'Halerin had adopted native dress when away from the governor's palace. Peter O'Halerin let it be seen that he sat and talked with the Imams in their mosque. Sergeant Peter O'Halerin knew that Avci would have him discreetly followed. The Sergeant used all the guile that he had learned in his many years in espionage, to present the image of a man, who may be a westerner by birth, but was more eastern in his private life, accepting the ways of the Ottoman Empire. O'Halerin had just about given up hope when a soft knock came at the door of his Inn's room.
"Enter." O'Halerin softly spoke. He did not go to the door as a western would have, but assuming it must be a servant, and had simple commanded him to enter, in the eastern fashion. Ahmad entered at the man's command. O'Halerin had spoken in Arabic, granted his pronunciation need work but he had not spoken in English. "Effendi my master Pasha Avci has sent me to invite you to a banquet this evening in his private dining room."
"You may tell your Master I would be honored to break bread with him." Ahmad was favorably impressed with the westerner's choice of words and his demeanor. "Effendi if you will dress I shall escort you to the palace now."
"Attend me!" Sergeant Peter O'Halerin chose eastern dress, a long flowing midnight blue robe, a long vest like garment that hung just below his knees in scarlet, and a simple white turban that would allow him to draw the tail over his face to conceal his features. He let Ahmad assist him in dressing, treating the eunuch as a servant.
Peter O'Halerin was escorted to Pasha Avci Place yet he was not lead to the public room that he had often visited over the last three weeks, but instead was led to the private quarters. Kartal acknowledged O'Halerin with a salaam as Ahmad showed to Peter to his place, at Avci's right hand. The Sergeant easily settled crossed legged at the low table, his movement fluid, and natural. He was not the only guest, three other portly men, obviously favored officials of his court were also at table. The meal was sumptuous, quail, peacock tongue, sheep's eyes in curd and honey, and fruits and nuts in abundance. All through the meal a series of dancing girls entertained the men as they ate, all were defiantly Arab or Turkish beauties. Pasha Avci clapped his hands as he called for the table to be cleared and coffee brought.
"Now for something special Effendi." Sergeant Peter O'Halerin cocked his head as if puzzled and yet curious. " Draw the tail of your Turban across your face Effendi in the manner of the Arab riders." Peter did as he was asked without hesitation, he knew he was being tested.
Kartal smiled as again he clapped his hands.
Talia Carlton heard the clap of her Master hands. With a sensual fluid grace she came to her master dressed in a scandalous costume that Fatima had chosen for her and that left nothing to the imagination. The fine lattice work of golden chains highlighted the gorgeous blue eyed concubine's bared pierced nipples and drew the viewer's eyes to her naked pussy. Her soft blue eyes demurely lowered as the Master required. Talia graceful sank to her knees, her movement sensual and graceful . It was over a year sense Peter O'Halerin had seen Talia Carlton. The girl he had known would have died of embracement at having to wear such a scandalous outfit. He knew that Talia had rebuffed the coronel's advances and now she knelt by Avci, for all practical purpose naked as the day she was born.
"Miss Carlton please me with your sweet mouth."
Sergeant Peter O'Halerin sat emotionless as this sweet young beauty who had been like a daughter to him aboard the "Sagamore" now sank gracefully to her keens, the tip of her little pink tongue sensually licked her lips, then slowly parted and "O"ed around the shaft of her master's cock. Her little tawny copper head bobbed up and down Avci's cock. O'Halerin watched as Talia Carlton seemed to willingly deep throat her Master. Avci fingers tangled in Talia's tawny copper locks as he pulled his cock from her adoringly suckling mouth. It slipped from Talia's "O"ed lips with and obscene little "POP". The first gushing jet of his cum splattered over Talia's angelic face, the next over her firm young breasts. His lust satisfied for the moment Avci commanded his little blue eyed concubine. "Lick yourself clean Miss Carlton."
Peter O'Halerin could see that Pasha Kartal Avci was a cruel man that delighted in tormenting and humiliating Talia. He knew he must be very careful, if this man enjoyed tormenting westerners, this dinner was a test for him. When Talia Carlton had done as she was commanded Avci once more turned his attention to the winsome young western beauty.
"Miss Carlton you will now pleasure my guests." As he spoke he indicated that his Vizier would be the first. The Sergeant watched as Talia went to the man and softly whispered, "How may I pleasure you Noble Lord."
The Vizier did not answer the stunning young western beauty but simply bent her over the table and fucked her hard as if Talia was a little bitch in heat. Each thrust had the young redhead's firm young breasts swaying, and jiggling. Talia mewed and panted for the man as he took her. It did not take long for him to cum and pull out of the ravished young beauty. The next two men sandwiched Talia between them, took her chaste pussy and tight little ass at the same time. They were rough and demanding of her gorgeous young body. Peter O'Halerin watched in silence as the young girl he had known was used and abused and came for each of the men that had used her so cruelly. Then suddenly Talia was kneeling at his side sweetly cooing, "How may I please you Noble Lord?"
