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 Rape's Progress 16

   ...  continues the tale of Sebastian X and his first trip to Thailand.

   Colonel "Randy Rob"Robrien was having fun.  He sat on the small wooden
table, his short legs barely touching the ground.  He chortled as he
outlined the fate he planned for me and Kim.  She was not amused.

   Kim sat, demurely, back upright, knees pressed tightly together, on one
of the wooden chairs in his sparsely furnished "Reception" room.  Her
yellow silk suit jacket had been removed.  Her white blouse and yellow lace
bra gaped open to expose her firm round breasts.  Rob played with Kim's
plump nipples while he chatted.  Not unkindly.  He pulled at them gently
and rolled them between the forefinger and thumb of each hand as if he was
trying to mould them into pink spikes.  Kim maintained a neutral expression
as though nothing of the sort was going on.

   She could not prevent him taking such liberties as her hands were cuffed
behind her back.  I couldn't do anything about it either, as I was
suspended, more or less, from one of the stout beams that featured in what
was, I now knew, a rudimentary torture chamber.  It was a warm Bangkok
night.  I was glad it was warm.  I was naked.

   The Colonel had said he wanted me to sodomize Kim, on stage, as the
night's final performance of the night club, that occupied the floors
above. It was a theme night.  All the previous sex-acts had involved some
degree of incest.  The Colonel thought that, as Kim and I were related, it
would be an appropriate end to the evening.  He could have been joking but
I didn't think so.

   "Why?  Colonel?" I asked.  "I was told you and Kim were old friends. 
Why the sudden change?"

   "Yes, why are you doing this, Rob?" Kim asked.  Her voice was
surprisingly calm and level.

   "I rike praying with tits!," Rob replied, deliberately misunderstanding
Kim's question.  "Fore pray.  Get your cunt juicy.  When Sebastian finish
with you I ask audience 'Who rike to fuck Madame Kim.  Famous criminar, now
one of Corner's whores?' Get rots of takers.  You need juicy cunt or you be
very sore in the morning!"

   "Stop this idiotic behaviour, Rob!" she said in her quiet voice.  "I
think you owe me an explanation.  I thought I could trust you.  I made you
an offer of a partnership in good faith.  What you can possibly gain by
turning on me like this I can not imagine!"

   Rob, still jiggling Kim's jugs, laughed.  "You make big mistake.  Try to
negotiate from position of weakness.  You bring woman and Sebastian to me,
rike I ask, with no strings attached.  Very suspicious!" Rob leant forward
and nuzzled Kim's slender neck.

   "I speak with peoper in your city.  I hear you are in big trouber with
the Organization.  I speak with my friend.  The Organization say you're not
their concern here in Thairand.  I try to find out where Conrad has gone.
Your husband is nowhere to be found.  Rast heard of in Manirra a month ago.
Perhaps you have maritar probrems?" Rob began squeezing her breasts as
though he hoped to milk his captive.  Kim merely glared at her tormentor.
Her nipples did seem to be larger, perhaps swollen by Rob's prolonged
manipulation.

   "You offered your know-how and your traver and communication set-up ,
incruding use of husband's freet for a piece of my business.  Ha!  When you
my whore I get that anyhow, for free.  Orso, in audience tonight is big man
from Shanghai and party of Japanese jacussi.  Sound rike spa bath, eh?"

   "So?" hissed Kim.  She was beginning to lose her cool.

   "So when they see the famous Madam Kim buggered by her brother you roose
rot of face!  Hard to do business with whore who put it out in pubric!"

   "I'm her brother-in-law, Colonel," I said politely.  "And would one of
you care to explain why my presence was specifically requested?"

   Laiya, the diminutive and beautifully spoken Thai lady, who had been my
escort for the first part of the evening, sighed and said, "That was my
doing, Sebastian.  I heard so much about you from Mellissa and Madelaine
and Greta that I just had to see for myself."

   She fondled my flaccid cock and lifting my weighted scrotum in a
possessive fashion which I found disturbing.

   "Uncle Rob was happy to indulge my whim."

   "Uncle?" I queried.  But she ignored me and smiled at Kim.  "I hope you
don't hurt Sebastian, Kim," she said.  "I want this undamaged for my
collection."

   "I'm rather attached to it myself!" I said.  "How do you propose to
detach it?"

   Laiya did not reply.  Instead she pointed to the large flat television
screen which showed the stage of the nightclub above.  "See," she
chuckled,"they are preparing the arena in which you, dear Madam Kim, will
try to avoid being impaled by Sebastian.  What fun!"

   On screen I could see a team of white-coated stagehands assembling what
looked like an above-ground swimming pool on the dance floor.  The
structure was circular, about fifteen feet in diameter.  The walls were
about waist high.  They looked as though they were made of thick
transparent plastic panels, held together by a sturdy metal frame.  As I
watched, a pair of workers began to spread a sheet of plastic liner on the
floor and up the inner sides of the framework.

   "We use same thing for jerry wrestring," smiled Rob.  Kim was showing
signs of responding to his mammary massage.  Her cheeks were beginning to
colour.  Her breathing was less regular.  Rob gave each nipple a last
lingering caress and slipped his hand between her knees and up under her
skirt.  Kim tried, unsuccessfully, to keep her legs together but Rob was
insistent.  Soon Kim was writhing uncomfortably as the Colonel pushed her
panties to one side and skilfully fingered her smooth, hairless, cunt.

   I too was beginning to respond to genital manipulation.  Laiya's slender
fingers had achieved a partial resurrection of my flaccid cock.  I was by
no means erect, but on the way, when the Korean returned with a couple of
white coated helpers.  I was untied and given a singlet, which I was
obliged to put on.

   "Don't I get any pants?" I queried as I massaged some feeling back into
my hands and wrists and eased the stiffness that results from being dangled
from a beam.  "The last time I appeared in public clad only in a vest was
in a bad dream when I was twelve."

   "Very droll, Sebastian," cooed Laiya.  "No pants.  We want the audience
to see what a really big boy you are as you strip and rape Madam Kim.  It
will add to the suspense.  'How can that little Vietnamese woman
accommodate such a massive cock?' the punters will ask.  'Will it fit? 
Will she split?'"

   On the big screen the stagehands could be seen flooding the arena with a
green coloured soup.  From the way it poured I judged it to have the
viscosity of engine oil.  Rob finished fingerfucking Kim, pulled down her
skirt, adjusted her bra and tidily buttoned up her blouse.

   "You can put us in that tank," I said pointing to the TV screen, "but
you can't make me do anything to Kim, you know!"

   Rob smiled.

   "Now you take pirr!" Said Rob.  He barked an order in a foreign language
to the Korean who fished in his pockets for a moment before producing a
single purple tablet.  He grabbed my face with one massive paw and, before
I could even think of resisting, he forced the pill down my throat.  I
swallowed.

   The Korean grunted, and stood over me with arms akimbo.  I decided not
to try and throw up.

   The pill affected me in much the same way as Joy Balls had, when I had
been silly enough to take them, but more slowly and with less severe
results.  Kim watched, more amused than appalled it seemed to me, as my
tumescent prick elevated like a howitzer and began to thicken.  I shifted
uncomfortably as my balls warmed and began to go into overproduction of
seminal fluids, swelling to accommodate the volume.  Laiya giggled and
caressed me.

   "You fuck sister or bust!" laughed the little Colonel.

   "Sister-in-law!" I muttered but no one cared.

   The Colonel untied Kim and she stood up.  Flanked by white coated goons
she was led from the room.  The Korean and I followed.  Following a fanfare
and an announcement in both English and Thai, we emerged onto the dance
floor from an entrance by the side of the stage.  The arena was brightly
lit by spots and surrounding footlights.  Standing around the structure
were Mellissa and Madelaine Hildebrand-Smythe, Greta and the Wicked Witch
from the Hansel and Gretel sketch I had seen earlier.  Mellissa and the
dominatrix carried plaited leather whips.  Madelaine and Greta were
equipped with a cattle prod each.  In addition Madelaine was waving a large
pink solid plastic dildo.  All of the women were more or less naked.

   The pill I had been forced to swallow was working too well.  My
appearance brought a gasp from the audience and a barrage of obscene
cat-calls.  Kim was lifted over the arena wall by her two escorts.  They
backed away leaving her standing facing Madelaine, who waved the dildo in
Kim's face.  Kim stepped back towards the centre of the tank.

   "Go get her, Tiger!" encouraged Laiya as the Korean wrestled me over the
wall and into the ankle deep slime that covered the base of the "pool". 
Greta poked my backside with her cattle prod and Mellissa took a wild swipe
at me with her whip.  I slid towards my sister-in-law rampant and roaring
with lust and pain.

   Kim demonstrated a hip throw which had me on my back, sliding in the
"jelly" to within range of Madelaine's prod but holding most of my
sister-in-law's blouse.  I sustained a shock to the scrotum as I slithered
away from the vengeful woman.  But for the pill my interest in sex would
have been severely diminished.  As it was I remained hugely erect as I
clawed my way up my diminutive opponent and we stood swaying in the centre
of the arena.

   "Spin it out, Sebastian!" she whispered in my ear.  "Help is coming!"

   I ripped her blouse some more.  "Coming?" I gasped hopefully, getting a
couple of fingers inside her bra cup.

   "But make it look real!" she hissed, biting a lump out of my ear to
illustrate the proposition.

   Yelling and bleeding I ripped Kim's bra off and knocked her across the
arena.  It was pure reflex.  She fetched up topless against the transparent
wall.  Mellissa and her mother lunged for her and I was again knocked flat
as Kim returned like a boomerang to the middle of the green pond.

   I struggled to my knees and grabbed at Kim's yellow silk skirt.  She
brought a nylon clad knee up sharply beneath my chin and sent me slithering
on my back toward the whip-wielding Mellissa.  The spiteful hussy landed a
couple of blows as I skidded away from the arena wall.  Both hurt.  Neither
drew blood.

   My last move had ripped the waist band of Kim's skirt.  She was trying
to hold the garment up with one hand.  She was unbalanced.  I dived at her
and we both went down in a flurry of green slime.  As we wrestled.  Kim's
skirt came off leaving her naked save for her yellow lace panties garter
belt and stockings.  Her shoes were somewhere beneath the surface.

   I rolled on top of her and managed to kneel astride her slender body.  I
grasped her wrists.  My cock lay between Kim's heaving breasts.  A drop of
blood from my torn ear splashed on her right nipple.  Like lipstick.

   "Kim!" I puffed, "I'm sorry but ..."

   Before I could finish she had somehow twisted her body away from me and
I was again floundering in the green goo, on my back.

   I still had a hold on her wrists but Kim was now on top of me, astride
my hips, with her crotch squeezing my painfully swollen balls and my cock
waving hopefully a few centimetres from her super smooth sex.  Only the
thickness of her yellow lace panties lay between us.  Her panties had been
rendered transparent by the slime and possibly other juices.  As she
struggled she rode up and down the underside of my erection deliberately
taunting both me and the eager spectators.

   "You like that, don't you?  You naughty boy!  What would your brother
say if I were to slip ...?" whispered Kim.

   I could hear the audience going wild.  There was a great deal of
shouting, and with the slime in my ears I could barely make out what Kim
was trying to say let alone decipher the yells of an over stimulated bunch
of voyeurs in the auditorium.  She leant towards my head.  The tip of my
cock probed the elastic lace at the side of her transparent panties.  Her
mouth was inches from mt ear.

   "You want to fuck?" breathed Kim, sliding up and down my erection with
increasing tempo..

   She pressed against my groin.  In pain I slid backwards towards the side
of the tank.  Mellissa, with her whip at the ready, was waiting for us to
come within range.  Mellissa gave a scream of triumph and lashed out.

   Then several things happened very quickly.

   The audience went wild and I could hear fire works.

   Kim broke my weak grip on her wrists.

   Mellissa's whip curled around Kim's slender arm.  Kim grimaced in pain
but jerked her arm backwards dragging Mellissa to the edge of the arena.

   Kim lunged for Mellissa's arm, caught it, and hauled the unbalanced girl
over the rim and into the green slime.

   "Then fuck that!" snarled Kim, pushing the floundering Mellissa towards
me.

   I needed no encouragement but pounced on the prostrate girl, pushed her
head down into the green goo, and buried my painfully large erection deep
inside her.  I came almost immediately, throbbing and jerking with each
spasm, but remained erect - relieved but erect.  Which was just as well
because Madelaine had joined us in the tank.

   Whether she was thrown there by Kim, or she had been moved to save her
daughter from a rampant Sebastian contemplating seconds, didn't matter. 
She was floundering on her knees when I grabbed her and laid her on her
back over her daughter's squirming body.  Her weight kept Mellissa half
submerged in the slime, moaning and bitching as she guessed what I meant to
do to mamma.  I grabbed a tit in each fist, ordered her to spread her legs
wide, then I mounted her as fiercely as I could.  It was just like old
times.

   Madelaine was still holding the big dildo and I told her, between
grunts, that when I had finished screwing her I would insist she use it on
Mellissa.  I said I would encourage and support her efforts from the rear.

   The crowd was becoming increasingly noisy drowning out Madelaine's
screams of rage and frustration.  The rattle of the fireworks had grown
much louder.  I saw Kim climb out of the tank and run beyond the glare of
the footlights pursued by the Colonel himself waving an automatic pistol.
Then I glimpsed the Korean carrying a small sub-machine gun.  He grinned at
me as he disappeared through the door we had entered.  Star shaped scars
erupted on the plastic walls of the arena.  I realized that the
"fireworks"were, in fact, small-arms fire.  I reckoned that it would be
wise to stop what I was doing and take cover.  I rolled off Madelaine and
her daughter and slithered to the edge of the tank.  Gerda and the Wicked
Witch were nowhere to be seen as I hauled myself upright and began to climb
over the solid wall of the structure.  Madelaine, shrieking like a Harpy,
was close behind me.

   I did not see her swing the solid plastic phallus at my head but I was
told later that she knocked me clean over the side of the arena and into
the melee, where Conrad and two of his ships' crews had arrived, like the
cavalry in an old western, at the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour, to
the rescue.  Plan "B", as Kim explained later, was a fall back in case
Colonel Rob Robrien rejected Kim's offer of a partnership and was tempted
to try a double-cross.

   I didn't see Kim and Conrad's passionate reunion embrace.  I missed
Kim's masterful handling of the increasingly nervous clientele and the
skill with which she restored order out of the chaos.  Nor did I see the
awful sight of "Randy Rob" hog tied and penetrated by his tearful niece,
Laiya, wearing nothing but green goo and a strap-on dildo.  "Poetic
justice", claimed Kim and an appropriate end to the theme night.  I was in
la-la land for two days before being put on board the "Dawn Trader" bound
for New Britain.  Conrad said I was to practice my navigation and
recuperate after my ordeal.