Rules of Engagement by Miss Irene Clearmont

Book Details

Rules of Engagement (Clearmont 3) – A young man goes missing in Turkey. Another as he leaves a jail in the USA. A Turkish matriarch that is running a business that has lasted a thousand years grooms her daughters. A contingent of American women travels to Turkey to discover new markets for their goods. The plot is twisted and devious, the fetishes strong as the reader begins to see the connections between events and gets more than a glimpse of a criminal business that has stood the test of time.

That business is slavery, intimate and sexual slavery. The stakes are high as the Americans and Turks dance around each other seeking advantage in the lucrative Middle Eastern marketplace for their goods. And, as the politics and plots revolve we see the intimate details.

How the slaves are taken, how they are trained and shipped. How they are prepared and broken, modified and twisted until they are nothing but a product in an ever expanding line of immoral services. We see the intimate stories, the struggles of those in both parts of the trade; the owners and the owned. And, all the while, the struggle for power becomes ever more brutal as the players discover that the stakes are higher than they ever imagined.

This is the third part of the Irene Clearmont series. Now the American-based business that Irene has bought into in ‘Dark Widow’ and fought to take control of in ‘The Second Circle Of Hell’ is starting to expand abroad. No stone is left unturned, no character is sacred and nothing is left to the imagination…

F/m, F/fm, F/f, Chastity, Corporal Punishment, BDSM, Slavery, Caging, Pet Play, Medical.

Strength 8/10 – 56,000 Words

Written 2016 Re-edit 2022

Excerpt: Rules of Engagement

Book One: Lost
Helping With Inquiries

‘I’m sorry,’ Mrs. Fergusen, ‘but there is no word yet. We have contacted the Embassy in Istanbul and they have been in contact with the Police in Side, and there is just no sign at all of your son after he checked out of the hotel.’

‘He cannot just have disappeared into thin air!’

‘We are continuing our enquiries here and in Turkey, but I’m sorry. We have asked the Turkish police to check every hotel in the area, but you know how it is in those countries, it will take a few days before they get their act together!’

‘Is there nothing we can do? I mean should we go to Turkey to try to find him?’

The police Inspector sighed and tried to sound as confident as he could. ‘These matters are best left in the hands of the Embassy. I suggest that you go home and wait for our call. Clark has been missing just two days and it is too early to think that he has had some sort of accident. Hospitals, hotels and the Police in Turkey have all been quite categorical that they have seen no sign of your son and that they need a couple of days at least to search the other possibilities…’

Mrs Fergusen felt a tear come to her eye and brushed it away with the back of her hand. ‘I’m sure that he would have contacted us by now. I know that he’s twenty and well capable of looking after himself, but he has his mobile and he should have called us… and his Facebook page has no updates at all.’

‘Don’t worry, Mrs Fergusen, I’m sure that he’s just out of contact for a couple of days and that everything is alright. There will be some explanation why he has not called yet. Just be patient, these things take a little time…

Love and Sunsets

The plane touched down on the concrete with just the smallest of bumps. Through the window Clark could see the airport; a collection of buildings that had been modern thirty years ago, but now looked tired and dusty in the June heat of midday. The slow moving queue of holiday makers filed through the passport check as they all paid their visas and wandered on to collect their baggage. Clark felt a feeling of innate superiority, he had no suitcase to collect, no booked hotel to go to and a full three months to explore the parts of Southern Turkey that were off the tourist trail. He presented his passport and paid a few pounds for the three-month visa before heading to the front of the airport, leaving the tourists chattering around the baggage collection carousel. Another thing that gave him a feeling of condescension was the fact that he spoke fair Turkish and was looking forward to improving it in the next three months.

Three months in Turkey! A place in an Israeli working farm for another three months and then a long return trip through Greece and the Balkans were planned and booked. It was going to be a great trip; full of experiences, meeting new people and learning languages as he went. An important building block in the life that he was just starting. Then, he would return to the cold rain of Manchester and start University with a whole collection of tales to tell and encounters under his belt.

The area in front of the airport buildings was full of taxis manoeuvring and buses that awaited their passengers. Clark held up a hand and a taxi driver rushed up to snap up the fare. ‘I need to get to Side,’ said Clark in his Turkish.

The driver nodded and looked a little disappointed with the fact that here was a fare that he could not cheat, because he understood Turkish. With a resigned glare at the young man he turned on the long unused meter and drove onto the dusty highway.

*****

Less a hotel and more just a collection of small apartments close to the old Roman arena in Side. A bed and a small chest of drawers filled the tiny room and the dripping shower complimented the slightly run-down air of the place. Clark took a shower and was almost surprised that the water arrived almost warm. A few minutes later he was in the streets that were filled with wandering tourists and the market stalls and shops that were trying to sell souvenirs to Germans who had no interest other than to browse until they were hungry enough to head for the nearest restaurant.

Finally, just by the unkempt ruin of an amphitheatre, Clark found a small bar and settled in to have a drink and a few bites to eat. As he sent his parents and girlfriend a quick message he sipped his beer and observed the people who were around him. Clark slipped the phone into his pocket. Next to him sat a pretty Turkish girl of perhaps eighteen or nineteen who sipped her cola in a delicate manner. For a few minutes she looked around as if expecting to see someone whom she knew before she turned to Clark and smiled shyly.

‘Are you staying in Side long?’ she asked in excellent English.

Clark smiled back at her and smiled back. ‘Just a few days,’ he replied. ‘Then I plan to hire a motorbike and head inland.’

‘On your own?’
‘Yes, I’m here to explore the country.’

‘That sounds wonderful,’ she said as she finished her cola. ‘There is so much to see here. I love my country.’

There was a brief pause before Clark ventured another comment. ‘I have three months to see some of Turkey and then I head south.’

‘You are planning to go through Syria? That sounds a very dangerous road!’

Clark laughed. ‘There’s a civil war there, not a good idea unless I wanted to sign up! No, I’m not going overland. I want to fly to Israel and plan to stay there a while too.’

‘I could show you Side,’ said the girl as she put down her glass. ‘If you like!’ ‘That sounds like it would be fun,’ replied Clark in Turkish.

The girl looked startled as he haltingly tried out his Turkish. ‘You speak Turkish very well,’ she commented in Turkish. ‘Not just a common tourist then?’

‘I want to see the parts of Turkey that the tourists do not see.’
‘That’s a lot, there are parts that the tourists never see, I can show you…!’

Excerpt from Rules of Engagement