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                      Beyond Chiang Mai
                   A Bangkok Slaver Story

WARNING!
Contains sex and violence forced upon a woman by both male
and females.  The story is for mature adults who can
maintain a distinction no matter how vague, between reality
and fiction.  It is intense.  You have been warned.
						(c) 1997, Stroker Ace


                      Beyond Chiang Mai
                 Chapter  -  3, City Vipers
  
  It was strange.  The door locked at mid afternoon yet
music seeped out into the noisy boulevard.  I banged at the
steel again.  "Are you sure you want to do this," I asked.
It gives me bad vibes."
  
  "Oh don't wimp out on me Reginald."  Colleen looked like
a fashion model that had lifted from under the lights.  She
wore a designer outfit, in khaki, with oversize pockets.
Her shirt was open to three buttons.  Reaching in she patted
at her chest and neck with a dainty little handkerchief.
  
  "Not now.  I have been sweating in this dam hell-hole
third world country for two fucking weeks.  Some little
goddam size 5 fluff with perky tits is probably on her knees
blowing Bodwell's wrinkled old prick right now, trying for
my job."  The handkerchief disappeared, replaced by her hat
that she used to fan herself.  "This is it.  I have had it.
We check the other two joints on this tiger boulevard and we
go home.  We can make up some fucking story for the Old Man.
He will believe anything at this point.  Dam its hot.  Hot
and smelly.  Come, lets go."
  
  Just then the door opened a crack.  A woman, small and
thin as a whip looked out.  Not smiling, not speaking, just
a blank look.
  
  "Er, excuse us.  We are wondering if you have seen either
of these two."  I held up the picture of Roxanne and Sarah
at the soccer match.  When she didn't say anything, I held a
hand over my eyes as if searching the horizon. "You know.
Me.  Look.  Them.  I am sorry, I don't speak Thai," I added,
disappointed.
  
  She snapped the picture from my hand clinking the door
shut before I could speak.  "The bitch.  Did you see that
fuck me outfit she had on.  A whore.  I know it.  Someone
should slap some sense into the slut.  Bitches like that are
what makes it so hard for me to get ahead in this world."
Colleen, ready to leave, pulled at my sleeve.  This seedy
province known as Joytown scared her.  She would never leave
my side.
  
  The door opened again.  "Come you follow now."  It was
the same whip of a girl.  Not an ounce of fat anywhere.
Tiny black vinyl skirt with a matching bra over what could
only be A- cups.  Her heels made her as tall as Colleen.
She turned sideways, holding the door.  For a minute Colleen
and the girl stood face to face, Colleens bustier figure and
pampered skin making the other girl look like a hag.  And
Colleen knew it.  Colleen has a look that she uses with
other women.  It says I am, more beautiful and sexier than
you.  I will get whatever I want.  Whatever man I want too,
including yours.  Most women just melt before it.  For they
know it to be true.  But this tiny girl took the look, and
gave it back with more.  I took my wife's hand, she looked
down to check her step all the while being careful not to
brush her breasts against the other woman.  Miss Vinyl
smiled.
  
  The noise was deafening.  Rock music from cheap speakers
bleared, men laughed.  I got a quick peek into the dark room
before vinyl girl pulled the curtain.  The place was some
kind of strip club.
  
  "Members only.  So sorry."  She spoke English!  "This
way.  Boss man want talk."
  
  His office was down a dimly lit hallway.  A heavy man in
a little room watching a black and white monitor.  In his
massive hands a tiny joystick controlling the picture.  We
looked down on a bartender and cash register.
  
  "Hello.  Hello."  He turned the monitor off.  "Excuse me,
must watch employee.  Turn back they steal you blind.  Come.
Sit.  He pointed and vinyl girl whisked boxes of XXX videos
away.  "I Mr. Vopat, proprietor.  You pretty girl.  Nice
body.  Vopat like."
  
  "Er. thank you."  Colleen was completely thrown off.  She
pulled her chair against mine.
  
  "Tam say you loose friend.  Want to find?"
  
  "Tam?  Oh.  Do you recognize their picture?"
  
  "Maybe.  Maybe not.  Vopat see many girl.  Not sure."  He
held the picture up to the light.  "Perhaps you tell more?
May, how you say, refresh?  Memory."
  
  Nervously Colleen launched into how Rebecca and Sarah had
being reported missing.  Tam stood behind Colleen's chair.
I could see Colleen cringe as Tam took her hair, letting it
cascade through her fingers like a red waterfall before
rearranging it, tucking a strand neatly behind her ear.  I
picked up the history as Colleen was visibly upset by Tam's
presence.  There was something between the two women that
went beyond Colleen's dislike of Thai's.  Why, she had even
refused a complementary massage at the hotel's spa, when she
found out that it was given by a Thai.  Vopat sensed it too.
He said something in Thai sending Tam scurrying from the
room much to Colleen's relief.   All the while, Vopat
listened, politely nodding and asking for clarification on a
minor details.  "What exactly did FBI say?"  Glad to have
finally found a receptive audience, someone who may have
actually seen the girls, Colleen and I told him everything.
  
  "So you go to British Embassy for help?"
  
  "Yes, on the first day here.  We were leaving when the
receptionist felt sorry for us and told us of a Mr. John
Strangway."  Colleen had regained her confidence now that
Tam was out of the room.
  
  "Excuse me, you said Strangway?"
  
  "Yes, do you know him?  Anyway we meet him at his home.
They were packing to leave.  He is a formal man, always
thinking of the embassy.  His wife, Marguerite, was awfully
distracted, had this nervous habit of rubbing herself, you
now, down there, like she was constantly horny.  She did it
unconsciously.  She just wanted to get out of Thailand.
Said she did not want to have the baby in Thailand.   John
insisted that she have it.  If it was up to her, there would
be no baby!"
  
  "Baby?  How long is she?  Vopat think two months."
  
  "Yes.  How did you know?"
  
  "Lucky guess," he answered.
  
  "Sad story.  Vopat, you got a smoke?"  I spun and turned
towards the voice, man with Western features, yet somehow
plain and nondescript.  "Call me Slash," he said.  Tam stood
behind him.  Goose bumps appeared on Colleen's neck.
  
  "Slash help find your drug smuggling girls.  How much you
say reward for Sarah?"
   
   "The insurance policy is for five hundred thousand
pounds.  But only if she is found before she turns eighteen.
I told you three times.  Have you seen them?
   
   "May have, it is hard to tell.  So many runaways pass
through Joytown."  Slash said.  He sounded American.
   
   We could offer a reward, say 500 pounds if you can help
find them."
   
   "Would like to help, but there may be a little problem.
See to get into the kind of places where they may be, you
have to blend in.  You can understand that.  We need a cover
and a way to get two strangers in.  Are you willing?"  Slash
looked straight into Colleen's green eyes.
   
   Colleen jumped to her feet.  "Hell, if I found them
Bodwell would *give* me the dam firm!  We will do anything
you want, Mr. ?"
  
  "Just call me Slash.  Good.  We have a lot of work to do.
First, Colleen you go with Tam, she will get you ahh,
something more suitable to wear.  Reginald and I will check
you out of your hotel.  You will be staying here at,
Vopat's, to ahh, blend in."
  
  +++
  
  "Hey.  What is all this?" I asked.  My wife sat on
Vopat's desk as Tam buckled the tiny straps on a pair of
heels as high as Tam's.  I had been with Slash for the last
few hours.  He insisted that we check out of the hotel and
even tell the embassy that we were going home.
  
  "Reggie, thank Gosh.  They want me to wear this shit.  I
must look like the lowest street urchin.  And she did.
Colleen was pushed up and squeezed in to a tiny black teddy
with silver tassels swaying from her tits.  Her breasts were
two bubbles overflowing their lacy cups.  Matching lace
garters held up stockings.  And now the impossible heels.
  
  "Tam take pretty dangles."  With a swift swipe of her
hand she snatched Colleen's earrings before she could react.
"No need for this."  Tam moved for the diamond on Colleen's
finger but her hand clenched into a tight fist.  The two
girls struggled of a movement then Tam laughed, " You keep
ring.  For now." Tam commanded, "We go for walk, now,".
  
  "You heard the lady, walk."  Colleen gingerly let go of
the desk, testing her balance.  Taking tiny steps she swayed
after Tam.  Through the club full of dancing girls and
drunken men, the light was dim but I could still make out a
girl with her head in a mans lap.  Slash prodded me forward
through heavy curtains, then restaurant type double doors
through a kitchen.  A greasy stainless steel refrigerator
taller than I, slid easily aside at his touch.  It must have
weighed a ton.  Through a narrow hatch we slid, Colleen
carefully stepping into the opening, her head bent low.
  
  The room was surprisingly large with walls of concrete
block, hastily sprayed with thin white paint.  "Put this on,
pretty boy."  I held it up.  A pair of flaming red shorts.
"Unless you want to go without?"  He was serious.  I looked
around, finding no place to change, I turned aside to
undress.
  
  "I think we better leave," Colleen's voice sounded shaky.
  
  "You want to find your girl friends don't you?," Slash
asked.
  
  "It time," Tam said.  "I get honored guest."
  
  "Get her ready.  Girly you stand over here."  Vopat,
tugged her deeper into the room.
  
  "No.  I want to leave now.  Stop.  You are hurting me.
Reginald!  Do something.  Stop you huge baboon.  Reginald!"
  
  "Er, guys, let her go, OK?"  In their silly elastic
shorts, with my cock balled up it was hard to sound
threatening.  But I had to try.  Colleen was struggling
between huge Vopat and Slash.  Already one arm was being
lifted to the ceiling by a rope.  Slash was hooking a black
bracket over her other hand.   I rushed him, head down with
all my might.  He slipped aside, like a practiced
bullfighter.  Taking me by my waistband he directed my
momentum to the wall.  I spun around and took a swing.  He
caught my arm pinning it back against the concrete.  I
looked up and it was locked in place.  Before I could
understand how he managed that, my other arm was dragged up
and latched.  He stood back and laughed as I leaned towards
him shaking my elbows in rage.  With the toe of his boot he
rubbed my balled up cock, reminding me how vulnerable I was.
Shirtless with only tiny stretch shorts, I felt like a Fire
Island fag.  Slash turned to help Vopat cuff my wife's legs,
pulling them until Colleen hung like a sack, dangling by
feet and arms still screaming her head off, kicking like
crazy.  Vopat gave her a shove.  I could only think of
reasserting my manhood somehow.  Watching Colleen sway back
and forth, I felt the elastic tighten as my cock grew.
  
  "Ahh, here they are now.  Your Emperors.  Tam stepped
aside for two Asians.  Vopat bowed deeply.  One was older,
with wrinkled leathery skin, the other an inch less and much
younger.  Their greetings quickly turned to business, Vopat
speaking fluently in Japanese.  They exchanged bows again
and turned to inspect the merchandise.  Vopat put a hand on
Colleen's bottom to steady her.  Together the two men walked
around their prize, craning their necks to check between her
legs, her feet even underneath.  All the while Vopat rattled
on in Japanese, pointing out an overlooked feature of
Colleen's.  His big hands pulled the black teddy aside.  A
swift pull yanked a pubic hair from her mound.  With pride
he held it against her head.  "See same color," then
catching himself he repeated it in Japanese.  The men
stopped to examine her head more closely.  The younger one
lifted her hair letting it fall through his fingers.
  
  "Father and son.  They like Western women," Slash
whispered to me.  "Love to fuck `em.  Especially the long
red hair.  He said he will soak it in cum.  Ha, ha.  Don't
worry they don't understand English.  Wealthy Japanese
business men.  Made their money in shipping.  Come to here
`cause they know Vopat can get them the best flesh.  Fresh
stuff."
  
  Vopat was showing off my wife's breast, now.  Her tit was
in his hand.  He flicked the already erect nipple with his
fingernail making the men smile as Colleen cried out.  The
older man was gesturing with his hands, then pulled out his
key-ring.  "What is he saying?," I asked.
  
  "He is asking if he can pierce the nipple."  Vopat was
nodding his head.  "Vopat says yes.  Wait."  Vopat was
listing intently looking all the time at the key-ring.
Slash continued, "He wants the nipple.  Two thousand Yen.
Wants it pierced so he can hang it on his key-ring.  It will
bring him much honor when driving his cronies to golf."
Colleen could tell that somehow her breast was in jeopardy.
She kicked and screamed, even managed to spin over, her back
arched at a horrible angle.  "How much do you love her?"
Slash asked me.
  
  "A lot.  Stop them.  Vopat would sell his own mother."
  
  "Then give her up.  To me.  Or she looses her nipples.
Vopat is asking for five.  What will it be?"
  
  "What exactly do you mean?," I asked.
  
  "No time.  Yes or no?"  The older man held out his hand.
  
  "OK, OK.  She is yours.  Just don't let them do that!"
Everyone looked at me.  I was screaming.  Slash was speaking
in Thai.  I heard the word upcountry and made out Chiang
Mai.  Vopat nodded and shrugged his shoulders at the other
men in the universal expression for so sorry.
  
  The two men dressed in expensive shark skin suits,
approached.  Vopat pointed at me with obvious pride.  They
avoided my eyes but looked at my crotch.  Slash, pulled my
shorts to my knees. "He told them that you are her husband.
They say you are a dishonorable to let disgrace befall your
woman.  Not fit to suck their cock," Slash explained to me.
Vopat laughed, nodding his head in agreement.  "He is going
to get a mint for this one.  They will pay plenty to
humiliate a beautiful Western girl in front of her husband."
As he spoke, a wad of folded bills changed hands.  Vopat
handed it to Tam who flicked through the bills, nodded at
Vopat before replacing the money in his palm.  The best bank
in Joytown.
  
  "Well I got to run.  Try and get some sleep, we go
upcountry tomorrow."  Slash patted my head, like I was a
little boy.  Vopat waddled through the opening, Slash shut
the hatch behind him, leaving us alone with Tam, father and
son.
  
  You like scented oil or plain?  Whatever you want Tam get
for honored guest."  There were a few moments of polite
embarrassment while the men undressed.  The younger one
turned to me, stroked his rising shaft and put his hand on
Colleen's exposed tit.  He did not have to speak a word.
Again I shook in my chains.  "Yankee behave or Tam get gag."
  
  "Please turn me over.  My back can't stand it," Colleen
was pleading.
  
  Forgetting my predicament, the two men bumped shoulders
while getting between my wife's legs.  Father politely
insisted that his son take the honor of first fuck.  In a
superhuman effort, her rage turned her over, twisting her
legs around the man.  Laughing he kissed and licked behind
her knees.  Tam moved to gag her, but Father brushed her
away.  His boy, pulled abruptly at her legs spinning her
like a top, face down again.  He declined the oil from Tam
and worked his hands in the crack of Colleen's rear.  She
and I hollered as he pulled her apart while spearing her.
His head went back, his legs spread for leverage and he
thrust, his calves a knot of muscle.  Tam took Colleen's
waist and rocked her gently in rhythm into the young man.
Father moved aside to give me an unobstructed view as they
fucked into my woman.   Her cries were obviously getting to
Tam, she pulled the red hair, forcing Colleen's head back
and her mouth open.  An invitation for the Japanese warrior.
His son grunted in satisfaction, climaxing in Colleen while
Dad took her mouth.  Before my shocked eyes he savored every
inch of her penetration.  Taking her head between his hands
he so very slowly pulled her mouth down the length of his
shaft.  It took forever, all the while his face a mask of
concentration.  The younger man squatted underneath
Colleen's open legs, regaining his breath.
  
  Still Colleen's mouth was less than half way down his
cock, when his eyes flew open.  He pulled from her, slapped
her face and turned his back on her, facing me his arms
folded against his chest.  His cock had shrunk and was
bright red as if stung by a bee.  The younger one jumped up,
Tam sprung to life, producing a huge black whip with many
strands.  The man said something, his eyes never leaving
mine.  Tam immediately flayed at Colleen's back with the
whip.  But that was not enough.  Honor had been taken.  The
son tore the teddy from Colleen leaving her naked body
swaying and subdued.  He yanked the whip away and laid into
my wife with a ferocity that I had never seen.  Again and
again he whipped at her ass and back swinging the whip to
strike the sides of her breasts.  I was cursing at them,
yelling at the old man to stop.  Over and over.  Then I
understood.  I hung limp against the wall.
  
  Bowing my head, "Please my Emperor."
  
  He raised a hand and the beating stopped.  His son ran to
him, showing him the whip before throwing it down and
spitting on it.  Apparently he would have preferred a bull
whip to beat my woman.  The father spoke in Japanese, all
the while looking at me.  Tam explained it all, "He
honorable man.  Give you chance to be man again.  You
cooperate he let you down, not beat your woman like dog.
You go talk to woman, now."
  
  Tam had pull the ridiculous stretch shorts off.  It was
good to get off the wall.  I bowed and circled around the
men.  My Emperors.
  
  "Colleen, listen.  They are not giving me much time.  You
have to cooperate with these men."  Her back was crimson red
an overlapping maze of red welts.  One hit on the side of
her breast where it never gets sun, was especially harsh,
cutting into her flesh.  "Take them, satisfy them, call them
Emperor."
  
  "N never."
  
  "They pay big Yen.  Good customer.  Come back many time.
Vopat say they be satisfied, whatever it take," Tam added.
  
  "Colleen?" I looked into hatred filled eyes.
  
  "They say, take her down," Tam was undoing the ropes.  To
me she said, "He say you put your woman on his cock now."
  
  He stood legs apart, arms folded, cock sticking out at
us.  When we did not move, his son came toward us, whip in
hand.  Trembling Colleen stood, with tiny steps in those
high heels she took my hand and moved towards her emperor.
There were rope marks around her ankles and wrists.  Again
an order in Japanese.  "Crawl, worthless dog," Tam
commanded.  Tam pushed me down besides my wife.  Together we
crawled to his feet.  For the first time I looked up a man's
erection, seeing what a woman sees, his balls hairy and
hanging heavy with cum, cock thick with purple veins,
looking ready to explode.  As I watched, a drop of cum,
perfectly clear and glistening magically appeared at its
single eye.  Shocked and revolted I starred.  How could a
woman bring herself to suck such a thing?   Whack!  The boy
lay into Colleen, a moment later I too felt his whip.
Painful yes, but worse is the lingering sting.  Not even
able to protest, to just take it, exposed all the time for
another against your back or ass.   A woman's punishment.
  
   "Put her mouth on," Tam warned.  I took Colleens face,
kissed her on the lips then positioned her lips to the tip
of his cock.
  
  "Better say it," Tam ordered.
  
  Two words, "My Emperor," I don't know if they caught the
sarcasm in Colleen's voice, but his penis grew to touch her
full pink lips.  He placed a heavy hand on my head.  I knew
immediately what it as for.  I was his control.  He directed
my head and I guided Colleen the way he wanted, all for his
satisfaction.  On my knees I so slowly moved Colleen's head
down the length of his shaft.  No one spoke, all was
concentrated on his pleasure.  Colleen's mouth was open wide
desperately trying to suck air around the thick shaft
entering her throat.  Every two or three minutes he would
push my head out then quickly pull it back.  A sign that I
could pull Colleen off.  With a gush, she would suck in a
lung full of air before I impaled her again on his swollen
shaft.  Again and again off an on, he only allowed smallest
movement down his cock.  She raised her eyes to his with
relief when at long last her lips touched his sack.  His son
had positioned her hands behind her back.  I could see her
throat bulge with him.  His grip tightened on my head then
rocked me furiously.  I may have been slow for the son
lashed me with the whip.  I rammed Colleen's head back and
forth as hard as I could, the lashes still burning on my
back.  Her mouth made slurping noises as she fucked him with
her face.  Finally he came shooting long ropes of white goo,
the spunk flying everywhere on her face, her hair, eyes,
tongue.  Another shudder and a stream flew wildly catching
me across the face.  I moved to wipe it off, but his son
grabbed my wrist in an iron grip.  It and Colleen's spray
would dry on our faces.
  
  "Thank you, my Emperor."  Tam beamed with pride that
Colleen remembered with only a few strokes.
  
  My legs ached, my knees were raw.  Colleen was exhausted,
each breath labored.  All night she and I had been servicing
the emperors.  Tam had led me naked through the club, bring
back bamboo mats, beer and sushi.  The emperors sat and ate
while Tam thought Colleen to dance like a Geisha.  Then one
of them would put his beer aside and signal.  That was my
clue to position Colleen the way he wanted.  Taking her by
the calves I would pull her legs to her head or open her
pussy to lay her soft folds against their eager cocks.  No
one cared about my building desire.  Naked my erection
throbbing, I had to help the youngest Emperor come in her
hair twice in a row.  Colleen fared no better, the slightest
slap on her backside, still raw from the first beating, or
even the threat of the whip was enough to get her thrusting
and moaning, her heels flying in the air, her head bobbing
at the cock in her mouth.  During the night they thought her
how to courtesy and say "Thank you my Emperor" in Japanese,
at every order while Tam held my head to her hot crotch.
When they choose Colleen, instead of me,  to hold their
pricks while they pissed, I was grateful.
  
  Kneeling behind Tam, I massaged her shoulders and watched
the emperors play with Colleen.  Her hair, looking more
brown than the usual red, hung in long sticky strands on her
shoulders.  A strand curled to her cheek, stuck to cum at
the corner of her lips.  Naked except for heels she played
with the limp cock in her face, bending down to kiss the
opening and rising to smile at its owner.  The other called,
she smiled and bowed, thanked her emperor and carefully made
a nest in her hair for his growing prick.  I shut it out,
and concentrated on pleasing the hard muscles of Tam's
whipping arm.
  
  The emperors were drained, passed out with smiles on
their faces amidst the empty beer bottles.  Tam led us, as
docile as lambs to a room, no larger than a closet. "You
make good whore," she smiled at Colleen.  Beyond the tiny
barred window the sun was rising.
  
  We lay on an old blanket.  I turned to Colleen. "What are
you doing Reginald?  Get off me."  But she was to tired to
fight.  She smelled of them, her hair even her breath but I
did not care.  I slid in easily in the sloppy hole and
fucked madly at her limp body.  Not a moan or a shake.  I
thought of her performing for them and came hard into my
wife.

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continued in chapter 4
Stroker Ace
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