Gretchen Vogh wasn't a very good security guard. Otherwise she wouldn't have walked into the factory after she found the unlocked door. Not on her own, anyway, and not without calling up control to let them know what she was doing. As far as she was concerned it was only a temporary job for a few weeks anyway, and nothing had happened so far, so why should tonight be any different?

She found out how different that night was going to be when she was grabbed inside the building and stripped of her radio and phone. There were three men holding her, speaking Turkish and laughing like school boys as they examined their prisoner more closely. Whatever they'd broken into the factory for, it seemed they'd forgotten about it now they had Gretchen.

One of them picked up a big hammer and the other two held her hand down on top of a bench. Then the Turk with the hammer offered her a choice of sucking his cock or getting her fingers smashed. Gretchen begged to be allowed to go for the first option. One of the men held her over the bench with her arm twisted up behind her back while the other two hid her car out of sight. When they came back one of the guys was showing off the digital camera which was kept in the car to photograph any damage found on the security patrol. But it seemed as if they had some other ideas on what the camera could be used for.

While they were still figuring out how it worked Gretchen got put down on her knees in front of the biggest Turk. And as soon as his pants came down she found herself facing off with a prick that looked as if it should have been hanging off a horse. Which might have been right because when she put her tongue on it the Turk snorted through his nostrils as if he was a stallion smelling a mare.

Another of the intruders lined up the camera and set off the flash to record the moment. Gretchen guessed they were going to take the camera with them when they went, and so she'd probably have to pay for losing it.

It seemed like it was going to be a rough night all round, especially by the time this gang had finished using her as a piece of Turkish delight. She certainly hoped that Allah hadn't blessed all three of them in the cock department as much as he had this one she was rimming.

The guy holding the camera laughed as he aimed it for another shot. Gretchen didn't mind blowing the big Turk so much as she hated the stink of garlic from his body.

"You blonde slut, we all fuck you, you bitch," the cameraman told her. "Take it in your big mouth."

END OF PART ONE

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