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A White Slave In Turkey - Book 3 (Allan Aldiss)


A White Slave In Turkey - Book 3 by Allan Aldiss

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This is the expanded and unexpurgated version of the popular and highly erotic story, originally called Barbary Pasha and now out of print, of a young Englishwoman who goes out to Turkey at the turn of the 19th and 20th Centuries to marry her archaeologist fiancé.

It is an uncensored story about the life of a white slavegirl in the Ottoman Empire: a story of innocent and educated European women, including a mother and daughter, enslaved and used for pleasure and forced breeding in a Pasha’s harem. But is also much more than that.

It is also a story of extraordinary slave training: of female circumcision: of slave dealers; of expectant work slaves chained to their looms in a carpet factory under the control of a cruel overseer; of life in a very special brothel; of the strange breeding hobby of a Turkish lady; of the heroine being bred with a dwarf and then tarred and feathered and kept like a bird in a cage; of strict black eunuchs - and all in a world where white women slaves are ruled by fear of the cane, the whip and the bastinado.

In Book One, whilst awaiting the return of her fiancé from the interior, she was invited by the local Pasha to stay in his palace. Here she was horrified to find that he has European slavegirls in his harem,.. (Read more)

Product type: EBook    Published by: Bondage-Books    Published: 8 / 2013

No. words: 39021

Style: HAREMS AND SLAVES, Male Dom - M/F

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INTRODUCTION

This is the expanded and unexpurgated version of the popular and highly erotic story, originally called Barbary Pasha and now out of print, of a young Englishwoman who goes out to Turkey at the turn of the 19th and 20th Centuries to marry her archaeologist fiancé.
It is an uncensored story about the life of a white slavegirl in the Ottoman Empire: a story of innocent and educated European women, including a mother and daughter, enslaved and used for pleasure and forced breeding in a Pasha’s harem. But is also much more than that.
It is also a story of extraordinary slave training: of slave dealers; of expectant work slaves chained to their looms in a carpet factory under the control of a cruel overseer; of life in a very special brothel; of the strange breeding hobby of a Turkish lady; of the heroine being bred with a dwarf and then tarred and feathered and kept like a bird in a cage; of strict black eunuchs - and all in a world where white women slaves are ruled by fear of the cane, the whip and the bastinado.
In Book One, whilst awaiting the return of her fiancé from the interior, she was invited by the local Pasha to stay in his palace. Here she was horrified to find that he has European slavegirls in his harem, including a French mother and daughter and even another young Englishwoman. She saw just what really went on in the secrecy of the Pasha\'s harem.
In Book Two, the cruel but handsome Pasha made Jane pretend she is a slavegirl and give her virginity to him, in order to have his permission to marry her English fiancé. However her fiancé is killed by bandits and she is captured and sold as a slave, apparently Armenian, to work chained to her loom in a carpet factory under a lustful overseer.

Now what is in store for her? Will she again meet the Pasha or his jealous wife? Will again see her former friends in the Pasha’s harem?

PART VII
THE SLAVES OF AZZIZ ENTERPRISES
38 - DISPLAYED BEFORE THE INVESTORS

Two hours later Jane and Yaila were kneeling in a line of some twenty girls on a raised stage. They were behind a curtain drawn across the luxurious boardroom of Azzat Bey\'s carpet factory.
A huge black eunuch, carrying a long whippy cane, was in charge of them and was walking up and down behind them. He was wearing red baggy trousers and a short red waistcoat with a red fez on his shaven head. Jane had not seen him before.
She and Yaila had joined the other girls who had come from various other workshops in the factory. She thought how pretty and graceful they all were, but to her surprise she saw that the bellies of some were beautifully curved.
All part of the production line of Azzat Bey\'s factory, she thought bitterly, and one in which she was due to start playing her part in a few days time - unless, of course, whatever this parade was all about would give her a this a reprieve.
They were still wearing their short factory tunics, emblazoned with their factory numbers. They were told to kneel in line on all fours, and to keep quiet.
After a long wait Jane heard the noise of a door being opened from beyond the curtain. She heard men\'s voices and much animated conversation and laughter. She heard the clinking of glasses as they enjoyed refreshments. She heard the noise of the door being opened again and the scraping of a chair, as if a latecomer had joined the meeting.
Then she heard the banging of a hammer, and again the scraping of a chair as if someone was rising to address the meeting. She heard a man\'s voice, the voice of the young man who had ordered her to be sent here for some mysterious reason - the voice of her owner\'s nephew, Azziz Bey.
As was often the case in upper class circles in Turkey, when financial matters were discussed, he was speaking in French. Anyway she found that she understood the gist of what he was saying.
\"My brothers in Islam,\" he began, \"and my future partners and investors in Azziz Enterprises! Thank you for coming here to finalise our plans. May I first repeat what we are trying to do?\"
Jane realised that he was being heard in silence and with respect.
\"As we all know,\" he went on, \"with the increasing prosperity of inland Asiatic Turkey, there is an ever increasing need for entertainment, even in remoter towns such as this one. Merchants, landowners, officers and officials are all willing to spend large sums to celebrate family anniversaries, promotion, the award of a decoration from our beloved Sultan, may the Blessings of Allah be upon him, or a simple business success.
\"But there is a lack of facilities for such entertainments. What is required is good food, served by beautiful and suitably dressed slavegirls, music, dancing girls and the availability of trained slavegirls for entertainment of a more private nature. This is what we aim to supply.
\"The food, the cooking and the music are no problem, even Egyptian dancing girls and belly dancers can be hired. What has been missing is the essential ingredient - a large number of submissive and pretty white slavegirls to serve the food and drink, and to serve the guests in any other way that they may wish.\"
\"Yes, yes,\" interrupted an impatient voice, \"we all know that. But what can you do about it?\"
\"My friends!\" came the voice of the young man again. \"You may not have realised that my uncle, the renowned Azzat Bey, has been building up a large stock of slavegirls, mainly Armenians, here in his factory. They have enabled him to undercut his rivals who still use traditional expensive labour. He buys the girls wholesale from the slave dealers who in turn acquire these girls cheaply from the Kurdish tribesman, and others involved in helping our Beloved Sultan in reducing the increasing numbers of these disloyal Christian dogs.\"
\"Ah!\" came several voices.
\"The supply of girls has been excellent and regular. The prices have been low. Now, you may think that only the ugliest, the fattest and the plainest peasant girls would end up as slaves in a carpet factory. But that is not necessarily so, as I have discovered. For instance, have a good look at these!\"
He clapped his hands.
The curtain was drawn back. The big black eunuch bowed proudly, like an animal trainer in a circus showing off his trained dogs.
Jane saw that half a dozen well-dressed Turkish gentlemen, presumably all affluent businessmen, were looking her at. She had followed enough of the young man\'s speech to realise that she was going to be appraised as an investment, and that it was a chance, perhaps a unique chance to get away from the grind of Workshop Six, from Mushir, from the factory itself and above all the awful fate that awaited her in only a few days time.
She saw the other girls rise up from their knees, displaying their bodies. They parted their knees, they placed their hands on their heads and they looked straight ahead, as befitted a slave girl in the presence of a man.
Hastily Jane followed suit, very conscious now that her tunic scarcely came down to her thighs.
\"I have picked out twenty of the prettiest girls, but we will need only a dozen initially, so I\'ll leave it to you to decide which of these girls to take. They are all well educated girls from good families.\"
\"But what price does your uncle want for these sluts?\" called one of the men.
\"Well,\" answered Azziz Bey, \"the supply of Armenian and other slave girls for use as work slaves is very good at present. My uncle is receiving regular consignments from his suppliers - indeed, has opened up new workshops to increase production. He is not, therefore, short of girls for his factory.\"
There was an interested murmur from the other men.
\"However,\" he went on, \"you must remember that each of these girls represents a considerable investment for him. Each has been trained as an expert carpet weaver. Moreover, each has also been carefully conditioned and prepared for breeding in the near future. Indeed, you will see that several of the girls I have picked out are already carrying whelps which the factory had expected to sell very profitably to specialist white slave rearing farms as soon as they were born. I picked a few of these, because their presence among the other girls would make a piquant extra attraction for our enterprise. We all know how erotic the sight of a naked slavegirl with a nicely curved belly is considered to be here in Turkey.\"
\"So,\" interjected a man, \"what would we have to pay for them?\"
\"My uncle has said,\" replied the young man, \"that he would agree to us renting the girls from him for six months, at a nominal fee, until we see if our new enterprise is successful.\"
\"But that\'s a wonderful offer!\" said the man enthusiastically. There were nods and smiles of approval from around the table.
\"Yes indeed. It\'s an offer we cannot refuse! If the whole enterprise has to be abandoned, or if a girl proves to be unsuitable, then we can return her to the factory at any time. Of course, if meanwhile one of the girls in whelp drops a live child then it is to be handed over, free of charge, back to the factory. I think that\'s only fair.\"
There were nods of agreement from around the table.
\"However, my uncle also recognises that training these raw girls as pleasure slaves will also represent a considerable investment by us too. He has therefore agreed to give us an option for six months to buy each girl at the price he paid for her. If she is in-whelp then the price will be three times what he paid in order to compensate him for the loss of the offspring - which will of course now belong to us.\"
\"That seems a very fair arrangement,\" said one of the men.
Jane and the other girls had been listening to all this with a mixture of delight and shock: delight that they might never see the factory again, and shock at the callous way their future was being discussed as if they were mere animals.
\"And what happens if, after we have bought a girl, she loses her attractiveness and is of no use to us?\" asked one man.
\"Well,\" replied Azziz Bey with a smile, \"we must face up to it that once a girl has lost her freshness, we will in any case have to dispose of her. However, don\'t forget she is still a trained carpet weaver and can still be used for breeding. I am sure that we would still get a fair price for her from my uncle.\"
He paused.
\"Alternatively, of course, many brothels of the lower type might be only too happy to acquire a trained pleasure slave, and so might a white slave breeding farm, particularly if she was a very European looking girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.\" He pointed to Jane. \"That slave, for instance, will have a considerable residual value as a breeding slave until she is forty or more - provided she is not barren, of course.\"
Jane was horrified. Was this to be her fate? A pleasure slave, working for Azziz Enterprises for a few years, followed by either being returned to the factory or being sold off to a brothel? What had he meant, she wondered, by a white slave breeding farm? Were beautiful girls kept there for several years of intensive breeding and then ... the bullet? Oh God! Was there no end to the cruel and callous way tat Turks treated their white slavegirls?
\"But we won\'t want them to appear at banquets in those collars,\" objected a man.
\"Don\'t worry, my uncle has no objection to us re-collaring them with our own prettier collars, provided we give his managers a receipt for each girl showing both her tattooed number and the factory number engraved on her present collar. They will retain her present collar ready to be put back on her, until we decide to buy her ... you might like to see these collars which I\'ve had specially designed for our use.\"
He picked up several collars from a bag on the floor and passed them round. They were very wide, made of flexible stainless steel mesh, with the emblem of Azziz Enterprises prominent of the front and back.
\"From a security point of view, you will see that the emblem of Azziz Enterprises is sufficiently prominent to deter a girl from thinking that she can easily escape. You will also see that they are unusually wide. This will force the girl to raise her chin and not slouch. A girl with her chin raised, keeps her shoulders back, her back straight and walks gracefully on her toes.\"
There was general appreciation of this. Clearly the meeting was going very much in favour of Azziz Bey\'s plans.
\"Now I suggest we have a closer look at these girls, and decide which ones we want. We can always come back for more, now that we\'ve discovered a source of supply!\"


Reviews

Continuation of saga - a bit dry and lacks some descripion 4 out of 5 (brum)

Author Information

The late Allan Aldiss was a Commander in the Royal Navy and a significant figure in real life - he died the day his autobiography was published. His erotic M/F writing were based on historical research, and he also published a Lesbian domination (F/F) series featuring Ursula and Emma.

 

Publisher Information

Bondage Books publications


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