The Mysteries of Istanbul

With her naked body, a collar and shackles tied to chains holding her wrists and ankles she was taken by two hooded men with black robes similar to cassocks. On his face there was a mask with leather straps that hung behind his neck and also held a rubber ball inside his mouth. His body was full of bruises, cuts and his sex besides damp still ran the semen of the one that had been his last torture and sex session. She heard the known sound of the metal door opening and then she was left inside that dark, cold room. The door closed right behind, through the little window that was on the door, she struggled to see something else, one exit, but she could only see that dark corridor and some candlesticks hanging from the wall. Lying under Carlos' body, Julia rode intensely in her sex, groaning with great intensity. - What? Are you sure you want to make this trip? They say they're very dangerous. – half groaning Julia answered – yes, you know how much I like danger – as soon as she finished talking she felt her breasts were taken by the hands of Bruno who came from behind massaging them, biting her ear, kissing her neck, shoulders, and after fixing her sex on Julia's ass she penetrated her firm. And you're going to leave us here longing for you, full of will? Bruno used to say it by his ear slowly stocking it. Julia took her hand to Bruno's back, turning his face and kissing him, caressing his face said: - What? I'll be back. I can't live long without you bastards. They followed with that hot sex until around 11:00, about thirty minutes later Julia left the hotel room leaving the boys sleeping in bed, before leaving the room looked at them with a dirty smile and left. In addition to a great historian, Julia was a well-known journalist, she had several articles published around the world, all focused on the history of ancient civilizations, artifacts, cultures and so on. At 12:30 p.m., she stopped her car in the parking lot of the building where she lives, got out of the car, looked at the parking lot, was alone, had a cold night and she wore only a short social skirt, socks 7/8, high heels, button jacket and a little jacket. - Men, bring her to me. The metal gate opened, two hooded men entered the cell. She couldn't identify them, the little light that came from outside overshadowed her eyes making them hurt, was long locked in that place. He repressed himself with his hands on his head, sitting on the floor in the corner of his cell, a useless attempt to defend himself. One of them put a chain on her collar and pulled her, she initially resisted, but soon felt burning on her back the strong blow of a whip. He then began to crawl like a sitting animal led by the Verdugo who pulled it. Before entering through an immense red door, Verdugo saw the slave's eyes, the gnashing of the door opened and his strength pulled back upon him. - Good, bring her here. - Master, here is as ordered. The executioner gave the chain to his master and distanced himself by the door and next to the other Verdugo who accompanied him, they were placed there as guards. The master pulled the chain until it stood between her legs, she knew what she had to do and no matter how much she struggled with herself she felt her sex moistened every time she was with him. - It's okay. Come please me slave. By groping his body he felt his body naked, his hands touched his sex completely stiffened by smoothing it and soon after he took it in his mouth and snuffed it beginning to suck it, passing his tongue subtlely through his head and then swallowing it whole, sucking it, making his master cry with pleasure. - It's okay. Uhm very well slave. – Smile sadistically looking at her smooth her bag and suck her dick. Walking to the elevator had the strange feeling of being watched, it caused him chill, rushed his steps and looked in all directions. She started the elevator, she got shrunk, and she put her hands in her arms, getting warm, and she looked suspicious in the parking lot. The elevator came in and she came in quickly triggering her floor. You opened the door to your apartment. - Good night, honey, did you take your time today? Sorry, big guy. I was in the paper fixing the latest details for my trip. - Julia answered her husband. Julia walked up to André who was sitting on the couch watching TV, kissed him and said: - It's okay. I'm going to take a shower and sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow, because I still have to stop by the paper before the trip. - What? Are you sure you want to go alone, love? Julia sat on her lap if her husband, facing him, took her hands on his shoulders and smiled. - Stay calm, honey, it's gonna be okay, the Ottoman empire is over there - Julia smiles at his lips, kissing him with a lot of seduction. – but that region has become one of the cradles of religious fanatics, it is necessary to be careful – said André calling your attention, Julia looking at him said – it can make me very hot, I take care of myself, now let me take a bath, because I am exhausted. Julia left with one last kiss to her husband and went to her room. Andre looked at her, smiled ironically waiting for her to enter the room. As soon as he came in, he picked up the phone and made a call. - Hello, Anastasia... Lying under a table had his fists tied to the top of his head, his legs bent open and his feet tied. One of the Verdugos turned his face and shoved his cock in her mouth, making her suck while the other holding a metal instrument in the shape of a pear began to insert it into her cunt. She wriggled, but her movements were limited, felt her sex burning in pain, her clitoris was being stimulated and gradually felt wet and the object was already entering almost completely, she could barely wriggle. - It's okay. Let me take care of her. She recognized that voice and noticed that huge figure entering the room a chill took her body. He was the cruelest Verdugal Szar, respected by others, his physicist was incommunal, as well as his sex. - It's okay. But the master tried to say one of the Verdugos, but was soon interrupted by Szar. - Shut up! Close the door and cover her mouth. Verdugo's orders were followed and without delay the door closed and she had her mouth covered. The young woman was trying to resist moving, but her movements were in vain. Approaching her he removed the metal pear that was almost all in her pussy that caused a great relief to her, but it didn't take her long to feel that sex tearing her, he stocked it strong. Metal claws clung to the beaks of her breasts squeezing them hard, making her feel much pain, then Szar swung the tools into her hands wriggling her beaks, tears came down from her eyes. At Ankara Airport in Turkey Julia had a meal while waiting for her last bridge to reach Istanbul, a city divided between Europe and Asia, her ancient name was Constantinople, the city was already conquered by various peoples, Romans, Byzantines, Ottomans and today is the seat of the Orthodox Church. All these details were remembered all the time by Julia who studied a lot about the city and it was only after much study that managed to convince the director of the newspaper for which he works that serious a great idea to do a story about the city and its mysteries. He told him with great enthusiasm about the entire history of the city and also revealed that in his research he discovered that in the city a series of disappearances had occurred over the course of a few years for unknown reason, the government omitted these facts and according to reports from local people, the media was forbidden to talk about it. The facts convinced the director that there would be a great story to be told and so gave the green light for Julia to do all the work. The disappearances, the fact caught his attention, a thousand things began to pass in his mind, his investigative spirit surfaced and it was then that he decided that he would deepen the case more than expected. Flying over the city from the plane window Julia admired the beautiful landscape, noted that there were several mosques scattered throughout the city. I was anxious to imagine what I was waiting for, what I could find out. The stories of the city caused him chills and also lit fetishes that were once repressed. At 7 p.m., local time Julia landed at Ataturk Airport in Istanbul, pulling her luggage admiring the place, it was a beautiful airport, great structure. Her husband had helped her find an agency that would provide her with a hotel in the city. He tried to remember who he should talk to, repeating to himself: “Uhmm...was...Ce...Cezar no ....”, opened the bag and found a note. - It's okay. Oh, yeah! Cezare Almeida or Sebastian, here are the contacts too. He went to the pay phone to call those contacts. - Hello, Cezare. - Hi, can I talk to Julia? - It's okay. Yes! You speak Portuguese! - Yes, I'm Brazilian. - I'm already here at Istanbul airport. - Perfect Julia, there is a taxi waiting for you at exit B13 from the airport, the driver does not speak Portuguese or English, but he is already instructed to leave you in a hotel chosen by us and your husband, enjoy the trip, you have my contacts if you need help. - Oh, thanks Cezare, kisses. As soon as he hung up the phone he spotted a sign ahead indicating in English and Turkish the B13 exit. He walked up to her and walked down a corridor until he finally left the airport falling down a narrowly busy parallel street. Next to the exit there was a group of men, everyone looked at her as if they undressed her, it was not common to see a woman with those dowries there and she looked beautiful. He wore high heels, a tight social skirt that went to his knees with a sensual neckline on the side, a white shirt with buttons and coat. A taxi stopped in front of the exit, the man driving left the car, opening the back door and with a gentle gesture asked her to get in the car. Julia smiled and with the little she learned from Turkish she thanked him in her tongue. As the taxi followed its route, Julia admired every detail of the city, the people and their creatures. Sometimes she would laugh alone seeing all that, as the car followed Julia's eyes began to get heavy and Morpheus began to take her in her arms, until she fell asleep completely. His arms and legs were opened securely by chains at the top, a gear began to rotate and his body began to be suspended. One of the executioners dragged a large pyramid-shaped object under it then heard again the noise of the gear. Her body began to descend until she touched the tip of the pyramid and it began to enter into her sex, causing a pain that she never felt before, she screamed, her eyes were filled with tears, begging them to stop. After a few minutes they suspended her, felt her body shivering, then again heard the sound of the gear and her body came down again causing her to scream in an even more desperate way. This action was performed a few times and then it was done with his anus. When he was placed on the floor of his legs, blood flowed from the wounds left by the Judas Cradle. - Take her to the Iron Lady. - You ordered the master. Holding her arms, two men carried her into a room. She kept her head down, she was out of strength. The creak of a door was heard and then it was placed inside a kind of sarcophagus where inside it there were metallic thorns inside the door. The door closed and those thorns touched her body bringing an immense bother and pain at various points of the body. At first he tried to move, but in all movements the thorns punished him even more, trying to control himself, keeping calm. Standing completely still. The cab went into a parking lot and stopped. Julia felt a hand touching her shoulders looked at the frightened side and faced the taxi driver. I woke up from a deep sleep, looking at the sides noticed that I had reached the hotel where I would stay. They were at the highest point of the city, it was possible to have a beautiful view from there, the buildings were old and the street was not very busy. Julia had the feeling she was already in the right place. On leaving the car was soon received by Haddad an Arab who lived in Istanbul for over 15 years and was one of the administrators of the Sarnic Hotel. Another man Haddad called him Gamal took Julia's luggage and took her to the apartment where she would stay as ordered by Haddad. Haddad was a crafty, intelligent man. English in an impressive way, it was what greatly facilitated communication between the two. Walking towards the Haddad hotel asked him why he came to Istanbul. So Julia told Haddad the real reason to be there: - I've read several reports of disappearances specifically of women, I wish I could unravel this mystery, there are many assumptions about these events, some very curious, tortures, religious fanaticism. By unraveling this mystery, I would get an article of international importance. Haddad faced her and said: Yeah, there's a lot of fanatics around here. Christians who are against Muslim religion and vice versa is where conflicts occur, these conflicts initiated since the Ottoman Empire even when we were old Constantinople. Anyway, I believe you've already studied all this. - What? Yeah, I've been studying the city and its history for a year. On the Internet I talked to some people here and they're the ones who told me about these disappearances. - It's okay. I understand, it will be a great article if you can complete your goal, but please be very careful, these fanatics tend to be cold and merciless. - Yes Haddad, thank you for your attention and I hope I can count on you to assist me in the investigation. Where do you suggest I start? - Julia said smiling at Haddad. Haddad smiles ironically. - You're already in the cradle of history, now just keep an eye out and investigate. Haddad bowed down asking Julia for leave and went out towards the interior of the Hotel leaving her there thinking looking around the buildings. Something in Haddad's gaze caused Julia a certain chill, a feeling of fear, but she shook her head away from negative thoughts, deep breathing walked into the hotel. Behind the Church Santa Sofia Julia stopped in front of a great construction. - It's okay. Ummmm archaeological museum of Istanbul, I think it might be a great place to start the investigation. Julia entered the museum, there were some people, many tourists, the museum was rich in pieces of ancient civilizations and walking through the corridors of the museum noticed several side rooms where it was possible to view several ancient monuments, in other only documentations and it was when entering the room that portrayed the middle age came across some objects that caused chills. Julia knew all of them and knew exactly what they pictured. The cradle of Judas, masks of iron, the pear; a few more steps she stood before a sarcophagus of metal, knew what was inside it and how and for what it was used. Julia put her hand under that piece and felt her body creeping all over and for a brief instant a flash went through her head and saw her being placed inside, completely naked, felt the metallic thorns flogging her body. Julia felt a hand on her shoulder and frightened herself by holding her hand in her heart and looking at the panting side. - It's okay. Forgive me, I didn't mean to scare you. My name is Osman Sukur, I am director of this museum. This is one of the rooms that impresses people most, and I noticed you impressed her, too. He looked her cold, looking her in the eye. Julia replied that she did and faced him with a certain fear, for some reason she felt a different energy coming from that man of rustic appearance, unmade beard and social clothing. They stayed for a few minutes talking about the events of the Middle Ages and ancient Constantinople, with the development of conversation Julia was getting used to the way that man and gaining confidence. Mr. Sukur, and these disappearances that take place around the city, they say there are religious fanatics both Muslim and Christian who use methods of torture with the people they kidnap, have you heard about this? - Mulsuman... - Sukur smiles ironically and continues - they no longer exist here, these people are being purified by the Christian Church. Julia faces him suspicious, and on impulse says – Mr. Sukur, forgive me, but my family is Muslim and I am Muslim I do not believe that nowadays this kind of thought still exists. Osman stared at her still carrying that ironic smile so he said to her: - Maybe you need to be purified too. As soon as you said that, you bowed down and took your leave. Mr. Sukur left the room leaving Julia pensive. By perceiving a possible point of fanaticism Julia lied about being a Muslim and was intrigued to realize that man's behavior in the face of her questioning, her opinion was somewhat radical. I had got what I wanted. His arms were heavily secured by two hooded men being put on their knees and trapped in a wood with a fit for his head and his fists; his ankles were attached to the ground with metal fetters. Another piece of wood closed on top of his head; now he was still and anxious, “What are you going to do?” He heard the first snap and felt the burning blow thrown under his body. Then the second and third clicks were heard, and she began to roar with pain, begging them to stop, but at each request an even stronger blow was thrown on her back and ass beating her. Coming out of that room, he spotted Mr. Osman turning right at the end of the hall, looked at the sides and in light steps walked there, before arriving he heard the metal range and then the sound of a big door closing. Arriving at the end of the corridor Julia came across an access that led to a red metal door. He approached the door, put his ear against it, but couldn't hear anything, thought of trying to open it, but gave it up. Looking at it better noticed that there was an emblem drawn on the upper and central part of the door, it was similar to Yin and Yang, but it certainly wasn't him. He didn't remember seeing that symbol anywhere. Julia started feeling dizzy, held onto the door and a new flash of images came to her head. It was all very blurry, but he began to see her with his fists and ankles attached to fetters and chained to each other and on the ground before a man who could not see his face, saw himself having oral sex with great pleasure. The image excited her, felt her sex moistening. Julia returned from the vertigo and immediately began to return, but she decided to investigate and dig deeper, she needed to know what was behind that door. Later at the hotel, she went to Haddad at the reception, talked a little bit about various subjects and then Julia started telling about her trip to the Museum. Haddad looked at her with extreme attention, listening to every word she said. - So Haddad; I found everything very strange, Osman's behavior, then that door, and look, this was the emblem drawn on it, see if you recognize it? Haddad looks at the paper and shakes his head negatively. - It's okay. No, I don't recognize it, but I believe it's the symbol of some ancient civilization, that museum holds a lot of things from many peoples. - I don't believe Haddad, because I certainly would. The night in your room Julia on the balcony of the building had a privileged view of the city, those lights, the city smelled of mystery and it excited her. She was held by two men she was taken from there, her body was full of cuts and blood flowed, she had no strength for anything. I could barely open my eyes. They finally stopped. She felt her fists being held together at the top of her head and so did her ankles. In his test, a tape passed by holding his head back by the wooden part, was trapped under something cylindrical in shape, which forced his body to become large. One snap was heard and then the huge wheel where she was trapped began to spin, in a few seconds felt her feet entering a cold water, became desperate, a little more the water already took her waist, then touched her breasts making them enriched due to water temperature. Until she was completely submerged in the water, she tried to shake her head, nervous she could not control her breath, the wheel kept spinning, her feet began to come out of the water and gradually her whole body. There was salt in that water, the fact made the wounds on your body hurt even more. The wheel kept spinning and after a few sections on that machine she lost her strength and fainted. “...the revolutionary method of slimming...”, “Do you want door 1 or door 2?”, “Gabrielle, I love you and never...”, “The Sadist of London strikes again...”. It was 2:00 a.m., it was very hot that night, which made Julia lose her sleep and with a remote control in her hand she kept going through all the channels of cable TV, but her mind wandered elsewhere, strange flashes took her mind, hooded men, cells, dungeons... As he looked at the TV, he gradually felt his eyes getting heavy. - Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here? - Dragging into bed Julia looked scared at that man who had appeared in her room. He held her tight by the ankles pulling her up and then took a knife by her body tearing her shirt, she screamed, but no one heard her, or pretended not to listen and help did not come. That strong man was now tearing his panties off leaving her completely naked. Under Julia's body he fixed his limb in her pussy and penetrated her hard, making her roar and holding her arms on the bed he began to stock up hard, she asked him to stop, but began to feel excited at that situation. He felt his pussy burn, he was wet, he looked at that man without being able to see his face perfectly because of the darkness of the room, the light of the TV just lit his body. - Julia, Julia! - Hey! You looked scared to the side. - It's okay. Is everything okay? You screamed for help. The guests called the front desk and then I was forced up with the extra key and came in to see what was going on, forgive me. Haddad looked at Julia, contemplating her body, there only in her panties and with her jacket almost all open. Julia set up quickly and grooming her hair behind her ear said: - Sorry Haddad, it was a nightmare. – He looked at it completely and repaired a little better on Haddad’s body soon identified where possibly the inspiration of his dream came from. After a few glances, Haddad left the room leaving her alone. Julia went to the fridge, picked up a glass of cold water and took her away for the balcony of the building. From the balcony saw a movement, looked down and saw Mr Sukur looking at her, had an ironic smile on her lips, Julia was paralyzed looking at him also until she saw him get in the car and leave, “Uhmm what would he be doing here?”, “Puts he saw me in my panties! Rs.. ", smile at yourself. - Damn it! I can't reach Anastasia, could he do it as we agreed? At 8:30 Andre has been moving around since Julia went to Istanbul that he can't talk to her or Anastasia. Sitting on a bare wooden easel, she had on her ankles lead weights that threw all the weight of her body down, hurting and causing pain in her sex. In the beaks of his breasts there were metal claws attached and stretched up. A executioner approached with a whip in his hand and began to flog her breasts, sex, legs, she was in pain. The Verdugo pulled a key on the top of the wall so she started to feel electrical discharges directly into her breasts, making her scream, he turned off the key and again flogging her, torture followed for hours. The next day, around 7:30 p.m. Julia was walking around the Church of Santa Sofia and saw Mr Osmar Sukur stop the car in front of the church and enter. Julia became curious and walked in quick and careful steps to the Church, felt she would discover something important. Upon arriving at the church, she peeked from the door and saw him talking to the priest, then the two walked together to the side of the church, Julia took off her shoes and entered the church following them until she saw them enter a door at the end of the hall. The door was closed, Julia was watching, looking everywhere for someone else in the church, kept approaching that door. In it, tried to hear some sound, voices coming from there, but didn't hear anything, looked at the doorknob, the beats of his heart accelerated. “... there are many religious fanatics in that region, care... – it can make me feel bad, I take care of myself...” she remembered André, of that conversation, “ours I haven’t even called him since I got here...”, Julia stopped reflective. Until he heard footsteps and voices, he ran hiding squat behind a column. Spying saw the priest leaving that door, leaving it open, he walked to the other side of the church. Julia peeked better and didn't see anyone, just another hallway, this long, dark one with some candlesticks hanging along it. Leaving her shoes there on the floor, Julia ran, had difficulty running, because she wore a tight skirt, carefully entered the door and continued walking slowly down the hall. He came across several cells all listed and locked. In some tried to spy the interior through the small window that was on the doors, but saw nothing but darkness. It looked like a maze and turning in another corridor, spotted a cell a little distant from all the others, approached carefully, at the door was carved number 13, at this door there was no window like the others and it was a door made of a very heavy metal. It made Julia shiver and think “... what or who would be in there?”. Steps were heard. Julia hid behind a column and hoped that they would not come towards her, for they would certainly come. The beatings of his heart accelerated; it was then that he saw a girl, had a naked body, wore a leash and had shackles tied to chains holding his fists and ankles, and a mask on his face. She was being taken by two men hooded in black robes that look like cassocks. The mask on his face had leather straps that stuck behind his neck and also held a rubber ball inside his mouth. They put her in one of the cells. Julia still saw her by the door looking out the little window hoping they could come back and suddenly release her. The two men returned from the same place they came from and Julia was paralyzed there, “What should I do now? Should I go out and call the police... or risk a little more and finish discovering what happens here?” That's when... - Anastasia? Finally! So how's my wife? - André? - What? I'm sorry I didn't call you back. I had some trouble here at Midnight Raven and I had to disappear a little bit. But Julia, she didn't call you? - What? No, but you don't...? - Strange Andre, because I sent Cezare and Sebastian to take care of everything, they're already used to this kind of fantasy, especially in Istanbul and they called me on the expected day of her arrival saying she hadn't arrived. Since we were unable to speak and the club recessed for a while, Cezare went to Brazil to see the family and Sebastian returned to England. André did not know what to say, he was worried, thinking “What happened to Julia?”. Julia carefully approached the door where the girl, there was no one nearby, peeked through the door, saw her sitting in the dark corner of the room, short Julia caught her attention. - Shh. Shh. The girl looked, got up and walked with difficulty, was powerless. Julia looked at her and she was scared to see the girl's face. - What's your name? She took her time to respond by looking at Julia as if she were a being of another dimension. - Why are you here? What are they doing to you? Torture? Who are they? Ariela was stunned by those questions, put her hand, but ears shaking her head from side to side and then began to punch desperately at the metal gate. Julia heard some fast, strong footsteps. Those hooded men came up in the hallway and soon spotted her. In a frustrated attempt to escape Julia ran, but stumbled and fell there on the ground before those men. Her clothes were torn and before all the Verdugos the Master penetrated her hard from behind, Julia felt her anus burn and there among the Verdugos Szar watched the scene looking at her master with anger and envy and felt for Julia an uncontrollable desire to possess her and make her his slave. That night the rules were broken and unlike the other slaves Julia went up to the master's quarters where in his room he possessed her all night. Lying naked in a huge bed, Julia rested under her master's chest who kept a mask on her face which it was possible to see only her eyes and her mouth. - What? From now on, you are my prisoner, my slave, and you will satisfy me. Julia saw herself in an unusual situation, but it was causing her a sense of pleasure never felt before, and that mysterious man, that body, drove her crazy. - Yes, I serve... There was a loud noise and the bedroom door was broken. - You broke the rules Master. - Szar! How dare you! - What? Arrest him! – Szar ordered. The other Verdugos entered the room and held the Master who tried to fight, but there were many and his efforts were in vain, Julia screamed, begged them to stop it, their screams stopped when she saw herself posted before that immense man, he caused her an extreme dread. The Master was tied up in a chair before the bed, saw Szar lying under Julia holding her and her mouth sucking her breasts, then releasing her cock possessed her there before her eyes. - Don't! Szar kept stockpiling her and Julia started turning herself in. As she was pulled, she sat on Szar's lap riding on her ass and looked at her master who was tied there looking at her and throughout the room the executioners also watched the almost immobile scene. The Master saw Szar pouring strong jets of semen inside Julia, roaring like an animal after his enjoyment. Coming out of bed Szar ordered: - It's okay. Put him on the Iron Lady and don't take him off until I say so, and she... throw him on Cell 13. Six months later. “Julia Mendonza, Brazilian journalist and historian, was found by security agents of the Turkish Government imprisoned in a cell in Istanbul, in the same place there were other prisoners all rescued with lives. All members of the radicalist group have been captured and will be tried and arrested, as soon as we get new information on the case we will be reporting on urgent shifts.” A few months later. - It's okay. And the article of the year award goes to Julia Mendonza with “The Mysteries of Istanbul