From: an225040@anon.penet.fi (marlissa)
Date: Tue, 30 Jan 1996 16:18:43 UTC
Subject: NEW the Stewardess & Her Daughter 1/4 (m/f, f/f,
b&d, forced incest, white slavery)


The following story contains adult material.  If below the
age
of 18, go outside, get some fresh air and do something
healthy
(g).

If you ARE 18, then  you should know the following story is
about a young woman who is forced into non-consensual sex,
public humiliation, and b&d, in both m/f and f/f situations.
Both the characters and occurences in this series are
completely fictitious.

NOTE:  Parker characters used with the permission of the
author.

The Stewardess And Her Daughter:
A Bangkok Slaver Story

by Marlissa

PART 1/4

Candyland as crowded as ever at five minutes of eleven-- the
hottest go-go bar in Joytown, which was Bangkok's most
depraved sex-bar complex. Vopat, the proprietor, gave me
that
fat, oily grin of his as he raced backstage to prepare for
the
next act.  A minute later, a gorgeous seventeen year old
Thai
bargirl appeared.  I thought her name was Chani, but wasn't
sure.  Not that it mattered.  Her marvelously tight and trim
little body was clad only in a red, white and blue bikini
and
heels slid underneathe my table and began to do what she did
best.  A gift from Vopat-- in appreciation for my recent
services.

The show didn't begin for a few minutes, so I pulled out the
mail I had picked up from my club a couple of days ago.
Setting the bills aside, I scanned through the remainder.
After
pulling out the junk mail, there was only one letter of
interest--
post-dated some six months or older.  Mail took so long to
reach me and if it wasn't for the club, I'd be completely
isolated.  I opened it, recognizing the return address at
once.
Donald Linsky, Cosmopolitan Fire Surety, Boston,
Massachussetts.  A polaroid fell from the folded corporate
letterhead.

"Dear Mr. Jackson,

As you can see from the enclosed, I am enjoying the
'merchandise' I purchased from you some time ago.  I am
thoroughly satisfied and wished to thank you again for your
services."

I looked at the photo.  It was a picture of Meganne Ryan,
the
pretty blonde newlywed I had transformed into a bar
whore/sex
act for Vopat and then sold her back to her husband for a
tidy
profit-- after enjoying her myself for six months.  By that
time,
the 'husband'-- who had married her under the false
assumption
she was pregnant-- had covered up the elopement.  He was
happy to take charge of the young woman now, though she
would not be experiencing the marital bliss she originally
had
in mind.  The photograph was evidence of that.  The former
Boston College career gal's blonde hair, formerly smartly
cut
and on the short side, was down to her ass and teased to the
heavens.  The expression on her face was one of pure bliss,
but
I was sure this was for the camera only.  How comfortable
could she have really been in that pair of latex panties--
they
were so tight you could make out the mounds of the lips
between her legs.  And the matching bra looked fairly
unplesant too-- the thick rubber straps were pulled up as
far as
teh metal buckle would allow.

"I am also interested in determining if you would be
interested
in some referrals.  I have several colleagues who would be
interested in your services..."

I pulled out a pen, made a note at the bottom of the letter.
It
was a name and a number-- Dr. Jaqueline Astor.  I couldn't
be
sure the number was right, but I'd give it a shot and fax
her the
letter tomorrow.  If she wanted the business, she'd respond
herself.  Jackie and I had an understanding that any
Stateside
biz of this nature was hers and I wasn't anxious to cross
her.
The one time we had wasn't pleasant for any of the parties
concerned-- especially me.  The customer, a millionaire with
a
hard-on for heavy s&m, wound up with the merchandise he
had requested and I had delivered-- an up and coming singer
he
had seen on some dipshit teevee talent show called Star
Search
that he had developed the hots for.  Had her for all of five
minutes.  Til Jackie showed up at the pick-up point, snagged
the doped up singer.  The moneyman wound up with his little
pet five days later-- lobotomized.  The money had to be
returned and the damaged goods disposed of.  It was messy--
very messy indeed.  And the message was clear-- stay out of
her neighborhood.  You didn't screw with Dr. Jaqueline
Astor.
Yes, I'd fax her the referral.  Maybe one of these days,
she'd
exchange the courtesy.

"Hey Joe!"  A thick, calloused hand appeared which I shook.
Strucker normally wasn't in the bar this early, but I could
guess
why he was here now.

"Showing off a new toy, Hans?"  I crooked a thumb at the
leashed woman that trailed behind him.  Hans was German,
reputed to be some kind of Neo-Nazi merc with big-time ties
to the drug boys upcountry.  He wasn't a bad guy until he
drank-- which was all the time when he wasn't working.

"Ja-- look at her.  She is...", after a second, he settled
on
"unusual...ja?"

Ja, I nodded.  It was an understatement.  Everytime you
think
you've seen all the insanity Bangkok has to offer, another
piece
of evidence is exhibited to the contrary.  Strucker yanked
the
nude woman forward and she demurely offered herself up for
inspection.  She was attractive, if not pretty, in an
angular way-
- the lips thin and the deep-set eyes half-opened and
resentful.
Her figure was boyish, the chest small and the hips trim and
lean, anmd her hair a matching spiky cut.  I was surprised
at
her age-- she was in her late thirties, which was ancient by
Bangkok standards-- and at the fact that she was a clearly a
Westerner.  But that wasn't the most surprisingly thing
about
her.  No-- that had the be the fact that she was red.  I
don't
mean she was blushing.  She was red.

"So, how...?"

Hans smirked.  "Frang Thot," that was his current druglord
employer, "took possession of her at Phuoc."  That was a
well-
known rape camp the Thai army had set up far north past
Chang Mai.  "Don't ask me how a white woman wound up
there!  Said she was Amanda Cross, a college professor!"  He
chuckled cynically and waved his hand.  "Don't ask-- I
didn't.
Nor do I care!  Anyway, Frang took her for a while and
decided he wanted a whole collection of girls in different
colors.  This one," he pinched the woman's ass, "looked red
to
him-- so he had her dyed red in a vat of carnadine berries
for
three days!  It is permanent now I think."

"So how did you...?"

Hans slapped the woman's ass appreciatively.  "Won her in a
poker game!  My three jacks over Frang's two pair-- and I
won
myself Red here!  Can you imagine?"

The woman, know known simply as Red now, kept her head
bowed.  I wondered how long she would make it-- Hans was
known as a bad actor who liked his sex rough.  There was a
story here, but I was distracted by some movement near teh
stage and when I looked back Hans and his 'Red" had
disappeared.  I shook my head and fixed my attention back on
the stage.

There was rustling from behind the stage curtain, then, Tam
took the stage-- Vopat's right-hand and bargirl manager.  I
was
a bit surprised at her appearence.  The Joytown whoretrainer
was gone.  In her place was a young professional middle-
class
Thai woman.  Her hair was combed back into a bun and  was
wearing a large over-sized pair of horned rim glasses.
Instead
of her usual black hotpants and bikini bra, she was dressed
in a
rather conservative skirt and white blouse.  She took her
seat at
the large desk and waited.

Two girls walked in and seated themselves in the student
desks, their eyes averting Tam and each other.  They were
wearing schoolgirl uniforms-- spotless white blouses, plaid
skirts, blue knee socks, and black three inch heels.  The
taller
of the two had once had short styled parted dirty blonde
hair.
Now she, just like the slightly shorter girl, had long, lank
platinum-dyed hair down to her shoulders.  It suited her
better
and it was general opinion that she look as much like her
playmate as possible.  They looked quite similar-- the same
china blue eyes, the small, upturned nose, the high
cheekbones,
the same stubborn elfin chin.

There were differences.  The slightly shorter girl's face
was a
little longer in proportion and her eyes not so deep-set,
with
fuller eyebrows.  The older girl's mouth was bigger, the
lips
fuller than the other girl's.  The taller girl obviously was
older,
with a more defined figure.  I guessed a C cup under her
blouse, about 120 pounds, five feet five inches, and a 34-29-
35
figure that asked for a man's hands on it.  The shorter girl
was
just ripening, with promising pert definable buds still in a
training bra. Her five feet three inch, hundred pound frame
was
leggy already and, while more willowly than her fellow
student, equally invited male interest.  The shorter girl
also
wore braces on her teeth, unnecessary on the perfect white
shining teeth of the older girl.

But despite the differences, the resemblance was definately
the
first thing that struck you-- down to the pained expressions
on
each of their pretty, sad faces.  As well it should.  They
were
mother and daughter.

*************

I smiled, remembering the abduction of the Bodwell ladies
some six months earlier. It was one of the most difficult
assigments I had ever faced, far harder than a simple pick-
up
job at the airport.  Vopat had been specific and after an
earlier
incident with flawed merchandise (a flat girl who had been
wearing falsies) , I had no intention of losing face with
him
again.  The correct strategy was everything, so when I
eventually hit on the idea of hacking into the Bangkok hotel
database I knew I would find what I needed.  Before Bangkok,
if there ever was such a time for me, I had been involved
with
certain...organizations where hacking was a favored way of
getting things done.  I put that skill to use now, using
certain
codes I had picked up over the years.  Scanning the
reservation
systems of a dozen hotels, I hit the jackpot-- the Bodwells,
one
room , a mother traveling with her daughter.  Using the
mother's credit card number, I hacked into the Visa database
and pulled up a customer profile, complete with a scanned
picture used on the card itself.

The pretty blonde in the id photo was Roxanne Bodwell,
thirty-
six, residence London, England.  Her occupation was that of
stewardess, with British Airways, with an income of twenty-
five thousand pounds a year.  From there, I broke into the
BA
database and within an hour had her confidential employee
evaluation.  No immediate family.  Never been married,
though had a daughter out of wedlock when she was at
university when she was only twenty-one.  Took job as a
stewardess to earn money to send daughter to St. Agatha's
Acedmy for Girls in Scotland, where said daughter resided
most of the year.  Daughter's name was Sarah and she was
fifteen years old--bingo.  Roxanne's work evaluation was
glowing-- she was efficient and volunteered for the longest,
toughest flights-- those from Heathrow to Asian destinations-
-
in order to make bonus pay.  Unlike many of the other
pretty,
young stewardesses, she refrained from fraternizing with
passengers and the rest of the flight crew, which was to her
favor, the report indicated.  The recent evaluation said she
was
taking a much-deserved vacation with her daughter, taking
advantage of free mileage to travel to Bangkok.  She was
arriving in two days and was now in the air.

How touching.  A mother-daughter reunion.

I cracked back into the Visa database and inserted huge
charges against it, on the order of a hundred thousand
pounds--
well over her limit.  In addition, I posted an electronic
red flag
with British immigration from a fictitious Interpol official
with
no return address, notifying them that she was suspected of
drug smuggling and credit card fraud, with a request to deny
her entry back into the UK and cancellation of her passport.
I
appended the altered credit record to it, along with an
equally
false criminal record listing numerous charges of drug
possession and prostitution.  I forwarded a copy to her
supervisor at British Airways, recommending immediate
termination, timed to be e-mailed in twenty-four hours.
Finally, I cancelled her reservation at the Oriental.  Other
than
the cash in her wallet, she would be without resources of
any
kind.

I thought of her and her daughter talking excitedly about
all the
things they would do and see in Bangkok as I sat there
ruining
her career, taking away her nationality and depriving her of
her
own money.  Unless she was able to straighten out the
tortuous
mess I had made of her affairs, it would be assumed that she
had simply disappeared-- one step ahead of the law before
they
caught up with her.  I could see the friends, superiors,
acquaintances shake their heads in amazement and then
forget.
In three hours, I had leveled Roxanne Bodwell's life-- made
her
a non-person-- and she hadn't even gotten off the plane yet.

All I had to do now was pick up my packages.  I threw on my
dark suit and made up a sign that read "Roxanne and Sarah
Bodwell, British Airways."  And there I stood at Arrivals,
holding the sign, looking bored as the p.

"Mum-- look!  Brilliant-- a car for us!"  A cute blonde
teenager
in jeans and a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt pointed at me.  Good.
The daughter was pretty in a thin, waif-like way, a blonde
Kate
Moss.  Her mother looked up in surprise-- she was also
attractive, with a body that must have brought a smile to
many
male BA passengers.  It was all coming together.

"Excuse me-- we're the Bodwells.  I don't believe I ordered
a
limo though."  Her clipped English accent was pleasant,
accomodating.

I looked slightly annoyed and looked down at my pad.  "Says
here a Connie from BA ordered you a car-- compliments of the
airline for your vacation.  Want me to check?" I asked,
intentionally a little rude.

She nodded at the name of her supervisor-- the one that
would
be firing her tomorrow.  "Oh God-- did she?  Wonderful,
wonderful!  Come on Sarah, let's get our bags and get to the
hotel!  Isn't it smashing to be here?  Wait till you tell
your
friends what you did during your break!"

I trailed behind them, secured their luggage and then led
them
out and around the long length of the airport.  The air was
humid and the airport was teeming with arrivals.  Finally
after
pointlessly leading them in circles for a half-hour, I
brought
them out to the stretch limo I had rented in the far back
lot of
Central Parking.

"Sorry about that-- the police are strict about towing and I
had
to go in to meet you," I apologized.

Roxanne nodded, her white face misty with perspiration.
"Mum, can we get a Coke or something?  I'm positively
parched!" Sarah asked, whisking away the beads of sweat on
her high forehead.

"There's sparkling water waiting for both of you in the car,
ladies" I offerred, opening the back door for them.  They
smiled gratefully as they got in.  I turned the ignition and
listened as they gulped down the two 'mickied' bottles of
Perrier I had on ice for them.  Within five minutes, they
were
out cold and I was on my way to Candyland.



PART 2/4

Vopat was beyond being merely pleased.  He was in ecstasy at
my catch for him.  Even more amazing, Tam was impressed.
The two subjects were perfect for the little act she had
designed for Vopat's place-- the next "big" thing, she
insisted.
I wanted to take my money and get the hell out.  But Vopat
asked me to stay in order to make Roxanne aware of her new
legal and professional complications.

Sarah was left in the chemical coma and locked in a small
room adjoining the office.  Tam had me hang Roxanne
Bodwell from the manacles and proceeded to slap her lightly
till she came to.  She did, shaking her short blonde tresses
from
her blue eyes in shock and bewilderment.

"W-what happened?  Please?  Where am I?  Where's Sarah?"

Vopat pointed to me and she began screaming.  "You bastard!
What have you done with my daughter!  You--umghh-"
Thankfully, Tam gagged her.

Vopat stepped forward.  "I own you now.  You and your
daughter.  My girls from now You no go back to England
anymore.  Live here in Bangkok-- at Candyland.  Work for
me-- do what Tam says.  She train you.  Understand?"

She shook her head, oblivious to what he was saying.  She
focused on me and Vopat whispered that I should explain
things to her, to make sure she understood what had
happened.

I did so, calmly laying out what had befallen she and her
daughter.  Patiently I explained how she couldn't return now
even if she did escape, which I assumed she was planning on
doing as soon as she could.  Which she could not, since
Candyland was deep in the urban jungle of Bangkok-- from
which, unless you knew the neighborhoods and language well,
was impossible.  She had no money, no passport, and a
criminal record.

"You don't exist anymore Miss Bodwell, except as a fugitive.
No one will come looking for you.  You'd do well to listen
to
Vopat and Tam from now on and do everything they tell you
to do.  Everything.  Or I suspect things will be rough for
little
Sarah, understand?  I want you to say you understand."

Her china blues simply stared dumbly, tears trickling down,
and her mascara running a bit.  Finally she nodded and I
nodded to Tam to pull down the gag.

"Well?"

Slowly, her luscious lips moved.  "Uh, I, uh, I understand.
I'll...do anything you say.  Just please don't touch my d-
daughter, o.k.?"

Tam laughed outright, startling the jittery stewardess.
"Your
daughter get touched plenty.  She virgin?"

Roxanne twitsed her neck to Tam then back to me.  "Yes, of
course she is-- she's only fifteen!  I thought you said, you
said
if I did, did what she said, that, that---"

"He say you be good girl, little Sarah not get hurt.  Not
hurt
not same as not fucked, bitch," Tam explained cruelly.

Vopat stepped forward, nodding.  "You be good girl and I
promise, Sarah not be hurt-- my word.  But you and she must
do everything Tam and I say-- everything. Otherwise..." He
shrugged-- such a terrible event would be out of his hands.

"What?" Roxanne Bodwell's face drained of color.  "Otherwise
what?!?!?"  Her voice had assumed a hysteria born out of the
ultimate nightmare.

Tam arched her eyebrows in a most patronizing manner.  "If
you be good girls, then you be kept protected and apart from
other bargirls-- used only for my special acts and by Mr.
Vopat's important patrons.  If bad and you or Sarah disobey,
then you serve all customers as lapdance girls."

Roxanne's eyes widened.  "You want to turn Sarah and I into
prostitutes?  You want to make my daughter into a
whore?!?!?" she asked incredulously.  "And you want me to
help you do it?"

Vopat looked at me questioningly.  Didn't she understand the
opportunity he was giving her, he seemed to ask me.  I
looked
into Roxanne's eyes and spoke with deadly earnest.  "If you
don't do what she says, your daughter will be turning tricks
within an hour for ten dollars a pop.  She will do this
maybe
twenty times a day for the rest of her life.  If she doesn't
perform satisfactorily, she will be beaten till she does.
At that
rate, she won't make it to sixteen.  Let alone you.  You
have to
be realistic.  These are serious fucking people-- no pun
intended.  Do what they say and you and your daughter may
survive.  If not, you won't.  If you want to keep your Sarah
alive, you have to make her obey them-- and you must obey
them too."

I stopped and lit a Marlboro.  She just looked at me as if I
were an alien creature she could neither understand or
identify.

"How could you do this to an innocent fifteen year old girl
who never did anything to hurt you, who has her whole life
ahead of her?  How could you?" she asked.  She had missed
something, somewhere-- this was too horrible to believe of
anyone.

I took the cigarrette out of my mouth.  "It's my job, " I
answered simply.  Then I sat back and listened with
curiousity
as Tam painted a picture to Roxanne of what she and her
daughter would be doing to survive at Candyland in the
coming days and nights.

"Listen carefully, bitch, and remember everything I tell
you.
Because I want you to repeat it back to my little Sarah when
she wakes up.  If you miss one-- just one item-- I use this
on
her pretty ass," Tam warned sternly, ominously waving her
trademark riding crop.

Roxanne concentrated now with all her powers of retention as
Tam began to explain.  It wasn't long before melancholy
tears
flowed copiously.  But she didn't protest-- knowing full
well
how useless it would have been.

Tam delightedly ticked off the new reality, point by vicious
point.  Sarah was to know that she would not be going back
to
St. Agatha's School for Girls or back to Europe.  She would
be
living here in Bangkok from now on.  It was VERY important
that she do just what Mistress Tam and Master Vopat told her
to do just like a good little girl-- or she would be
punished
severely.  They would be...taking care of them from now own
here at Candyland, which was their new home.  Sarah
shouldn't
refer to Roxanne as her mother anymore-- Mistress Tam
wanted her to simply call her 'Annie,' which Mistress Tam
had
decided would be her new name.  As a matter of fact,
Mistress
Tam and Mister Vopat wanted them to be more like good,
very, very close girlfriends instead of mother and daughter.
And because they were going to be like special girlfriends,
they would do a lot of things with and for each other.

The big thing they would do together would be to keep each
other very clean, all over.  Annie would be responsible for
keeping Sarah clean and pretty and Sarah would be
responsible
for keeping Annie's body tidy.  That's why they would be
taking showers together every morning.  And to keep
themselves extra pretty for Mistress Tam, they would be
shaving each other in order to be nice and soft and smooth--
shaving their legs and under their arms and...between their
legs.

That's when Roxanne Bodwell fainted.  Ironically, it was far
from the worst thing Tam would later have the Bodwell girls
do together, but it was the detail that drove home the
enormity
of what was going to happen to them that sent Roxanne off
the
edge.  Tam quickly had her conscious again and went right on
explaining.  Roxanne was numb with revulsion by now-- but
listened solemnly as Tam continued.

Sarah and Annie would be sharing a bed as well, a nice, cozy
single bed where they would have to snuggle tightly to sleep
together.  Unless Mistress Tam said so, they would be
sleeping
without any pajamas from now on-- since girlfriends don't
have
any secrets from each other.  And they would be sleeping
head
to toe, at opposite ends of their bed-- wouldn't that be
different
and fun?

Mistress Tam would be teaching them fun new tricks and
games, but both Sarah and Annie had a few rules to learn
right
away.  First, they should never, ever speak without
permission,
even to each other if they were alone.  Second, they should
smile and hold hands whenever they were together to show
what special girlfriends they were.  Third,   they must do
everything that Mistress Tam and and Master Vopat said.
They must behave just like two pretty little Barbie dolls
for
them.  Instead of school and work, that's what Sarah and
Annie
would be doing from now on.  Or like bad girls, they would
be
punished.  It was very important that both Sarah and Annie
follow these rules-- they didn't want to disappoint Mistress
Tam, did they?

Tam's slithery smile curled.  There was one last point Annie
needed to tell Sarah.  Roxanne stiffened, eyes dilated.

"Has she ever asked you about boys?  Has she ever had a
little
boyfriend?"  Tam flexed the crop menacingly underneath
Roxanne's chin.

Roxanne nodded hesitantly.  "Y-y-y-yes."  She was
stammering badly now.  "She w-w-wanted to k-k-know a-b-b-
bout how to k-k-kiss a b-b-boy."  Her lank blonde bangs hung
over her eyes wildly and she looked like a plane crash
survivor.

Tam nodded neatly.  "Tell her that Master Vopat and I will
be
introducing the two of you to lots of boyfriends-- and that
you
will be having lots of kissing practice with her to get her
ready
for them."

"M-mum?"  It was Sarah, from behind the closet door.
"Mum?!  Mum!!!! MUM!!!!"

Tam unlocked the closet door and the blonde fifteen year old
tumbled out.  "Look like Princess awake.  You remember all
the things I told you?"  Tam demanded.  She cracked the crop
down on the table top.  The crash echoed in the dingy room
and Roxanne shook her head rapidly.  Tam unlocked the
manacles and Roxanne rubbed her wrists.

Tam pointed the crop at the frightened blonde teen, who was
cringing before the three adults.  Sarah reached down and
pulled her gently up.  The blank look was gone.  In its
place
was a twitching, pasted-on happy smile.

"Sarah, I have a few things to tell you.  Listen closely,
o.k.?"
The tone was unnaturally calm, but the eyes danced crazily.

The dazed teenager nodded and listened.  Within a minute,
the
pretty elfin face was clouded with a hot, embarrassed blush.
Then the begging began, followed by uncontrollable sobbing.
I
turned and left, the sniffling of the two Bodwell girls like
soft,
sorrowful and unbearable music in my jaded ears.

**************

Which brought me back to the Bodwell girls sitting up on
stage
now, part of Tam's latest demented stage act.  They sat
attentively, staring respectfully at the oddly normal Tam,
in
their schoolgirl uniforms looking like a pair of sisters.
Tam
rose and with a piece of chalk wrote on the blackboard:
"Today's Slut Lessons."  The girls remained completely
motionless.  The audience watched in intrigued silence.

"Good morning little sluts!" Tam sneered.

"Good Morning Mistress Tam!" they replied brightly and in
unison.

"To make sure you are learning to act and perform like
proper
little sluts, I have decided there will be a pop quiz today
today," she announced.

The Bodwell girls shifted in their seats and looked briefly
at
each other.  Clearly they didn't know what to expect anymore
than we the audience did.

"You will be asked a question and given a moment to answer.
If you fail, your girlfriend will have the chance to answer.
If
neither of you know, there will be a double penalty.  The
girl
with the most right answers won't be punished.  But she will
punish the other girl-- ten strikes with the punishment
paddle
for every wrong answer."  Tam smiled.  "Understand girls?"

The Bodwell girls answered, less enthusiastically this time.
"Yes Mistress Tam."

"Good-- we'll start with Sarah.  Sarah, what is a slut's
favorite
position?"

Roxanne Bodwell looked at her daughter anxiously.  The
younger girl cocked her head, blushingly.  She looked up
with
bewilderment, shaking her head and not answering.

"Ten strokes already Sarah!  Annie-- your turn."

The older Bodwell girl mumbled something and was told to
speak up.  "On her back, Mistress Tam?" she answered
worriedly.

Tam nodded.  "Good-- now Sarah, try a slut's second favorite
position.  Biting down familiar disgust, the teen answered
shortly, "On her knees, Mistress Tam."

"Very good.  But then you ought to know that answer-- you
are quite the little cocksucker, aren't you Sarah?"

The girl flushed, then nodded.  "Yes, Mistress Tam, I am
quite
the little cocksucker," she repeated mechanically.  The
crowd
liked that and cheered.  Her mother remained silent, her
eyes
glazed and fixed on the stage floor.

"Let's try Annie.  What is a slut's head filled with, dear?
In
other words, what is YOUR head filled with?"

The former British Airways stewardess sighed and kept her
eyes averted.  "My head is filled with...air, Mistress Tam."

This really rocked the audience, who pounded the tables.
Candyland reverberated with the cruel laughter.  Chani
started
to raise her head, but I pushed it firmly back down to its
task.
With docile resignation, she lowered her head back onto to
my
semi-hard cock and began sucking.

Tam nodded, then turned to Sarah.  The girl played with the
hands in her lap, squirming in anticipation of the next
question.

"And what is a slut's tummy filled with, Sarah?  What do you
have in YOUR tummy most of the time, little one?"

The blonde teen's eyes bulged with tears.  "Cum.  My tummy,
I mean a slut's tummy is filled with cum."

"It's protein-- good from growing girls!," someone yelled
back
in a friendly heckle.  The room again burst into heartless
guffaws.

"Two last questions," Tam promised, "Annie, what is the
number one rule for big girl cocksucking sluts like you?"

"The number one rule for big girl cocksucking sluts like me
is
to swallow every drop of cum, Mistress Tam," she answered
promptly, eager to be almost through.

Tam nodded disappointedly, fingering the punishment paddle.
"And Sarah, what is the number one rule for little girl
cocksucking sluts like you?"

Sarah's delicate face dropped, then with a relieved smile,
answered.  "The number one rule for little girl cocksucking
sluts like me is to swallow every drop of cum AND not to get
my lover's pubic hair caught in my braces, Mistress Tam!"
She
smiled pitifully displaying her shiny metal braces.

Tam counted on her fingers.  "Well, not too bad at all,
girls!
Only one wrong out of five!  Guess that means only ten
strokes
for Sarah!  Over your classmate's lap now, Sarah-- time for
your punishment!"

Sarah rose like an automaton and gently laid herself over
her
mother's lap, raising her skirt without instruction to
reveal
simple white cotton bikini panties.  Roxanne Bodwell looked
down at her daughter's backside as she was handed a paddle.

Tam pointed at the pantied ass.  "Bare.  And I want to see
real
tears-- no faking.  If not, she gets double-- and you get
ten
yourself from me!"

Roxanne winced and with business-like alacrity, yanked her
daughter's panties down to her knees.  Looking at the paddle
and away from Sarah's face, she began to smash the paddle
down.  The teenager wriggled, but generally accepted the
punishment doled out in quivering pain.  After the second
stroke, the tears came.  Aside from the heavier breathing
from
Candyland's patrons, Sarah's thick sobs were the only sound
in
the room. I wondered if she had ever been forced to dole out
the punishment and amazed myself at the stupidity of the
question.  Of course she had.  Finally it was over.  She
rose
unsteadily, pulling her panties decorously up before rising
off
her mother's lap.

"What is a slut's favorite position, Sarah?" Tam asked
again.

"A slut's favorite position is on her back, Mistress Tam,"
came
the answer from her swollen throat.

Tam nodded, the schoolmarm grin genuine.  She walked to the
blackboard again and began writing as the two English
females
avoided each other's glances.  The chalk spelled out the
next
subject: "Lesbian Lessons."

"Strip, pretty girls.  The way you've been taught.  You
first
Annie-- get to work on Sarah."

The two slavegirls diffidently promenaded to the center of
the
stage, facing the audience.  After a moment's wait, Sarah
stepped forward, hands at her sides and face downward.
Annie stepped up behind her.  The mother reached her hands
forward around the girl's slim boyish waist and began to
unbutton the white blouse from top to bottom.  She pulled
the
garment off to reveal her daughter's white flat tummy and
immaturely proportioned chest, modestly covered by a thin-
straped, snow white training brassiere.  Next her hands
pulled
back and unzipped the school skirt, letting it fall to the
floor to
reveal her already exposed white cotton bikini panties.  She
knelt, removing the high heels in order to pull off the knee
socks.  Then the small feet were placed back into the heels
and
Roxanne rose.  Her fingers found the bra hooks in back and
delicately pulled the maidenly garment forward and off.  The
training bra fell to the floor and we all stared at the
fifteen year
old's meager tit-mounds.  She wasn't one of those precocious
girls who mature early and so there wasn't much to look at
except that her nipples had been pierced.  Two small gray
metal rings had been inserted in each and hung down,
unwanted jewelry for the pretty young blonde.  At last
Roxanne hooked her thumbs in the shorter girl's panties and
pulled them down and off.   The room stared at the girl's
exposed pussy-- smooth and bare, without so much as a wisp
of downy blonde pubic floss.  The girl shyly avoided all our
eyes as we enjoyed the vision of the nymphet on stage, so
meekly stripping for our drunken amusement.

"Now Sarah, do the same for your girlfriend Annie," Tam
insisted.

Now Annie stepped forward, the process the same except this
time the undies consisted of a pretty white cotton bra that
closed in the front.  We all held our breath as we watched
the
daughter unsnap the cups and free the healthy pert 34Cs from
them, also pierced and ringed.  As Annie's own white cotton
bikini panties were removed (I now noticed both girls wore
Calvin Klein undies), she revealed that her sex, like her
daughter's, was as smooth as porcelain.  Tam gestured at her
curtly, and Sarah stepped forward, standing next to her
mother
and slipping her hand in Roxanne's.  The two naked English
girls waited with smiles served up for Candyland's
customers,
imitation smiles that only revealed two things-- Sarah's
shining
metal braces and the absolute depth of their shameful
submission.

Behind them, Tam removed the box that had bothered me
throughout the performance, but I still couldn't make out
what
it contained or covered up.  Tam stepped between the girls
now and snapped her fingers, pointing to the unseen focus
behind them.

"Cuddle position."  The two girls separated and then met
again,
face to face, standing over the hidden objects.  I saw what
they
were now.  Two burnished steel poles, perhaps two inches in
diameter, were bolted securely into the base of the stage.
The
pair of twin steel rods rose perhaps a foot and a half into
the air
and were no farther apart than a foot.  Each was capped and
rounded at the top.

Tam placed each of her palms into the small of each of the
Bodwells, pushing them forward till they were nipple to
nipple.  Reaching into her pocket, Tam pulled out a pair of
quarter-sized steel rings.  Using her long nails, she
unclipped
both of Annie's nipple rings and replaced them with the
larger
rings.  Then, with a malicious twist, she shoved Sarah
forward-
- and proceeded to draw the same ring through her little
nipples
as well, first removing her other, smaller 'personal' set.

Mother's and daughter's nipples were now locked together,
the
fleshy rose-colored tips erect and poking each other in
teasing
bondage.  As daughter was a bit shorter than mother, Sarah's
nipples were tugged upward to Annie's, giving her trim,
slender body an especially lewd profile for us spectators.

"Let us begin with today's lesbian lessons.  First, a
refresher.
Do kissy-face for us, girlies."

The mother opened up her lips and the daughter, a second
later, did likewise.  Soon there lips melded and the heat
rose
palpably from between the pair of captive tits as their
unnatural
passion took flight.

Tam patted their bare asses with her crop.  "Now kiss HOT,
my lezzie sluts.  Kiss HOT for us.  Show us how much you
LOVE one another."

Lust conquer shame in Annie first and the overheated woman
put her arms around her daughter's waist obediently, closed
her
eyes and plunged her tongue into Annie's mouth.  The teen
daughter sighed and followed suit, parrying her mother's
pink
tongue with her own.  Breasts were crushed even tighter, and
two pairs of hands began to roam over long-familiar
territory.
Annie's hands kneaded the sweet girl-flesh of her daughter's
taut teen ass.  Sarah's fingers caressed her the swell of
mother's
pear-shaped backside, cooing softly as she painted upon the
pink, perfect skin.  Soft sighs hovered up and over the
onlookers as we watched raptly the command performance
being put on for us.

"So precious, so touching," commented Tam sarcastically.
"Now play nuzzle-titties for us, sluts."

Instantly, the Bodwell girls untangled themselves.  They
raised
their hands up to their imprisoned breasts and placing them
underneath, they began to nuzzle for Mistress Tam.  With
forced dirty-girl smiles, they stared into each other's eyes
and
began to twirl their nipples around each other's.  As Annie
pulled hers around her daughter's, Sarah winced in pain, her
own small buds yanked along by her mother's more womanly
melons.

"Aren't they being good little whores for you tonight?" Tam
demanded of the audience.  "Hell, yeahs!" answered her from
around the floor of Candyland.  "So don't they deserve a
treat
for being such darling little lezzies?"  Again, the answer
was
YES!



PART 3/4

Tam clapped her hands.  "The crowd is pleased with your
slutty little act tonight girls-- that means a special
treat.  We'll
give you something you can't give each other-- something
that
each of you hot sluts wants very, very badly.  Know what
that
is...Annie?"

The thirty-six year old blonde replied hoarsely in dull
heat.  "A
c-c-cock, Mistress Tam?"  Her eyes were still resting on her
daughter's with a weird, twisted concentration.

Tam nodded and tapped the twin metal prongs awaiting each
girl between their legs.  "Yes, bitch.  And these cocks are
for
you two.  On my count of three, I want to see you two
beauties
fuck yourselves silly on these cocks.  And since your
titties are
still locked together, you'll have to be a team or you'll
get hurt.
Show us what good little playmates you've become since you
came to Candyland-- show us how well you play together,
Annie and Sarah!  One---Two---" the girls braced themselves
as Mistress Tam swung back her crop. "THREE!!!!"

Simultaneously the pair spread their legs, bent their knees
and
lowered their crotches onto the cold, glistening metal rods.
They fought back tears as Mistress Tam continued to crop
them until, in an eternity of seconds later, they had
allowed the
metal rod to penetrate their tight, bare orifices.  Sarah
rolled
her eyes in agony as she accepted the unyielding pole deep
within her teen pussy.  Annie took the penetration with only
slightly less discomfort.

Tam produced a pair of police handcuffs and soon had the
pair's hands bound tightly behind their backs.  "To make it
more...challenging for you girls," the Thai whoretrainer
explained.  Annie groaned, then bit her lip.

"Now, because your fans have decided to let you have this
treat THEY will be the ones who decide how fast you can fuck
yourselves."  Tam addressed the audience.  "When you want to
let the girls start fucking, yell as loud as you can-- all
together-
- 'Fuck little lezzies!'  When you stop saying it they have
to
stop too.  Understand?"

"Fuckin' A!" yelled back an American.  Assents rumbled up
from the small tables and booths.  I noticed the Thai
bargirls
giggling and nodding too.  For once, they weren't the
subject of
the humiliation-- it was the stuck up white sluts on stage.

Tam gestured for silence.  Then, raising her riding crop,
she
waved it over the rowdy men and bargirls.  They responded
with gusto.

"FUCK LITTLE LEZZIES!  FUCK LITTLE LEZZIES!
FUCK LITTLE LEZZIES!"

The pair was slow in complying and Tam brought the crop
down on each of their asses, then the back of their thighs
in
quick succession.  "Faster sluts!"  Annie humped down too
quickly in involuntarily pain and Sara yelped as her small
tit-
lets were yanked down in with an aching jerk.  Together they
began squat-fucking the cold, unlubricated metal poles with
as
much simultaneity as they could manage.

"FUCK LITTLE LEZZIES!  FUCK LITTLE LEZZIES!
FUCK LITTLE LEZZIES!"

I watched as Annie's head began rolliing crazily about like
a
doll's, the long blonde hair whipping about in her
daughter's
face.  Her eyes were closed now and she was smacking her
lips in the throes of building lust.  Sarah's small elfin
face was
contorted in hurt, having more difficulty accomodating the
metal invader.  But she too was trying her best to work
herself
up in a hot state for the customers.

"FUCK LITTLE LEZZIES!  FUCK LITTLE LEZZIES!
FUCK LITTLE LEZZIES!"

Tam waved the crop over the audience like a sadistic
conductor in some orchestra from Hell, spurring them on.
Chani stirred curiously under the table and I locked my
thighs
around her neck.  She went back to lapping at my dick with a
whining yelp.

Mother and daughter had finally achieved a rythm and their
breasts bobbed up and down in unison as they squat-fucked
themselves on the metal cocks.  Annie's legs were growing
slick with love juice, which began to trickle down the pole.
She began to lick her daughter's lips in wanton surrender to
the
inevitable.

"FUCK LITTLE LEZZIES!  FUCK LITTLE LEZZIES!
FUCK LITTLE LEZZIES!"

The teen reciprocated, offering her mouth to her mother.
Her
own pretty little puss was wet now too, more easily sliding
up
and down the now-slick metal pole.  Both Bodwell ladies were
dripping now with sweat and burning with incestuous desire.
Purring and gossamer sighs emitted from both of the females'
hungry lips.

Tam looked at the clock off-stage and nodded.  She now
waved her crop flat.  "Stop!"

The two girls halted their humping immediately.
Unwillingly,
they separated their still-yearning lips.  Then they shyly
looked
away from one another, aware again of their humiliating
situation, as Tam unlocked the breast rings that held them
in
tandem.  The Thai mistress quickly replaced tehm with the
smaller original rings and they remained shakily on their
knees.

"Good girls!  What a nice playtime for you!  But look," she
pointed at the wet poles, "you've made a mess, ladies!  If
you
want to have more pleasure, you must clean up after each
other-- just like loving girlfriends do.  Now."

Annie bent her lips down to the pole that her pretty
daughter
had mounted.  Quivering, she began to tongue the shaft. Tam
snapped her crop and Sarah, her nose wrinkling a little,
followed suit, tasting her mother's juices on the pole.
Soon the
two were lapping dutifully like a couple of puppies in
training.
Tam patted them on their blonde heads as they lapped up the
last of the sloppy feminine goo.

"Now, what would be better than the real thing, huh girlies?
What you say boys and girls?" she saucily demanded from the
Candyland customers.  We hotly agreed.  There wasn't anyone
who wanted the act to end.

"Annie, on the table.  Time to show everyone what you like
to
do most-- get eaten out by little slut daughter!"

Annie choked and rose shakily.  She rolled onto the
teacher's
desk and spread her legs.  Her pink woman puss was still
glistening from the squat fuck and her body shaking.  Though
whether from humiliation, shame or sheer sex craving, no one
could say.  Including Annie herself.

Sarah had begun crying at Tam's reference to her as a slut,
but
submissivley, the teenager obeyed her Thai mistress and
climbed on top of her mother.  She delicately placed her own
slippery slit against her mother's mouth and took the same
position at the opposite end of the table.

Tam addressed the customers again.  "To make them lick, just
repeat after me:  'Lick little Lezzies!'  As loud as you
can!"

Which of course we did.  "LICK LITTLE LEZZIES! LICK
LITTLE LEZZIES! LICK LITTLE LEZZIES!"

Mother and daughter bucked against each other.  Soon stray
blonde tresses were stuck to their pretty English faces by
all
the juices smeared on them.  Still they licked, as we the
audience commanded.  Annie must have been secretly relieved
that her daughter was on top, as Tam cropped the poor
fifteen
year old's cupcake asscheeks for the chuckles of the crowd.
Miserable young Sarah sobbed as her small pink tongue lapped
at the burning red sex lips before her and searched out her
mommy's clit.  Annie leered, whorishly happy at her
daughter's
servicing and no longer able to hide it, as she too licked
at her
daughter's trim pink cunt.

I shuddered as I realized the brilliance of what Tam, the
sexual
impressario had achieved with these two.    Six months ago,
she had taken delivery of prim and proper Roxanne Bodwell, a
fastidious thirty-six year old stewardess, and Sarah
Bodwell,
her pretty precocious fifteen year old daughter.  Using
merciless discipline, she had trained this mother and
daughter
into Bangkok's hottest pair of lesbian lovers.  And, judging
by
the performance, broke them into accepting their new
passion.
As Tam closed the stage, I kicked Chani down and rose,
offering her a standing ovation.  Other hardcores joined me,
and soon we were all clapping.  She winked gratefully as the
curtains closed.





PART 4/4

"Heel," I commanded to the little bitch under the table. She
barked softly at my command and slumped to her fours under
the table.  I rose and clapped Vopat on the back.  He
beamed,
handed me a Kloster's and invited me back to his office.

"On the house Joe," he toasted me.  "Like the act?"

"Jesus, it was fantastic!  When is the next show?"

He shook his head, wagging a finger.  "These two special--
just once a night!  Don't want to wear them out-- too good a
thing for Candyland!  Besides, they have date night
tonight...with Colonel Chao."

I nodded.  The Colonel was a Candyland patron, who
protected the bar from any potential inquiries or accidental
fires and the like.  He was one of the reasons that acts
like
Annie and Sarah could go on night after night without
interferrence.  In return, he expected "contributions" as
well as
use of the Candyland girls.  Tonight he had requested the
two
white girls.

"Joe, look--these just come in!  Should be big hit, huh?"
He
pushed a stack of video packages at me.

I looked closely at them.  It was a series of porno tapes--
the
"Mommy's My Lover!" series, starring Annie and Sarah.  The
tapes had just been produced, all in sleek packages with
four
color photographs advertsing the movie subject.  They were
varied but all featured the two blondes in hot action:
"Daughter's First Dildo," "Mommy's Strap-on Love,"
"Spanking For Slutty Little Sarah," "Little Lezzie Learns
Her
Lesson!," "Mommy, Her Vibrator and Me," "Learning To
Lick," and more.

I shook my head, dubiously.  "You'll get busted, Vopat.  It
isn't
worth it.  The kid is just fifteen-- you can't sell this in
the
States."

He grinned, pointing at the disclaimer.  "All actors
eighteen.
Proof on file."

"What if someone checks?" I asked.

He snorted.  "Who do that, Joe-- ever?  Does Sarah look
younger than some of the other girls in porn movies?"

I had to agree.  Which meant he would make a ton of baht on
this side business.  He was a businessman who had scoped the
profit from the beginning.

"I want more girls Joe-- special kind you get," he began,
but I
rose.

"Can't do it.  I'm going legit again, Vopat.  A deal with
the
Colonel.  Where is he by the way?"

Sadly he jerked a thumb at a secluded booth at the back.
"You
change mind Joe, we talk.  Tam like girls you get.  Says she
do lots with them.  And don't upset Colonel-- he go with his
girls soon!" Vopat warned.

I nodded, and found myself at the Colonel's table.  He sat
impressive in his bulk, his uniform, buzz cut-- and the
pistol in
his thick black leather belt.  On either knee, sat the two
Bodwell girls.  They had prepared themselves for this
honored,
important customer.

Annie's hair was tied into a ponytail with a red lace bow,
while
Sarah's hair was braided into two tails on either side of
her
head.  Annie wore a red satin push-up half-bra, displaying
her
pierced erect nipples, a tiny slutty matching red g-string
and
five inch heels.  Her newly painted lips nibbled at the
Colonel's
earlobe senuously,  She didn't look at me, even when I sat
down-- her attention securely anchored to her master of this
evening.  Chao cupped her tit idly, occaisionally twisting
the
nipple ring.  The horny bar whore.

Sarah was made up as well, though her lipstick was pink
gloss.
Her panties were girlishly cute-- white cotton bikinis with
a
dainty rose pattern on them.  Her breasts were concealed by
a
pretty pink training bra.  Her face was buried in the
Colonel's
neck as well, lapping at his other lobe.  She wore a pair of
three inch pink heels.  The proper English schoolgirl.

He stared from behind his mirror glass aviators and smiled.
His smile looked like a scar.  "Like my dates tonight, Joe?"

I nodded, enviously.  He would have an interesting night.

"You have the money for our arrangement?"

"Not yet.  Soon.  Tonight."  Chao and I were going into
business again-- but this time I was putting up my stake
entirely.  It had come up a few weeks ago-- a gun running
opportunity to arm the resurgent Khmer Rouge.  There was a
fortune to be made.  With my old connections and his
protection, it was an ideal chance to get out of the slaver
business.  Only thing was, I needed big money and fast.  Not
big by Western standards, but incalculable by Bangkok
measures.

But I would soon be getting it.  Hand delivered.  I had
confirmed that two days ago.  "It takes about an hour to get
from the airport," I explained.

He wasn't listening. Instead he was whispering something
into
Sarah's ear.  Suddenly, the fifteen year old nymphet took
her
hand and wantonly stuck it under her panties.  She began
finger
fucking herself, contiunuing to moan and lap at his ear.
"Whatever, Joe-- just get it here tonight-- the shipment of
AK-
47s arrives from Burma tomorrow morning and I need to make
the buy.  Leave it with Vopat-- we meet tomorrow.  If you'll
excuse me now, I think my dates need some special
attention!"

I left to collect my money as Colonel Chao enjoyed his
company.  I looked back once.  I wish I hadn't.

Chao had pushed both mother and daughter on their knees in
front of him and was instructing them on the fine points of
giving him a double-tongued blowjob.  Roxanne smile was a
put-on job-- the phony enthusiasm of a working girl who knew
she had to con her john, the full lips drawn into a clown-
slut
smile but the eyes a thousand miles away.  She nodded as the
Colonel directed her face to his crotch with his right hand,
her
steamy expression calculated to please him.

But Sarah was different.  As the Colonel drew her near with
his left hand, her innocent, pretty wan face darkened into
unmitigated lust.  The tip of her pink tongue met that of
her
mother's, and the teen girl's hips bucked a bit. As the
blowjob
progressed, the daughter's eyes focused over the Colonel's
cock
and were busy getting dreamily got lost in her mother's blue
eyes-- her lover's eyes.

She looked up at me.  Her eyes were hard now-- they were
realistic eyes.  The dirty-girl smile she turned and gave me
was
too much-- the braces shone briefly before she returned to
both
she and her mother's task.  Sarah was still a pretty,
blonde,
bright teenage girl.  But she was also more than that.

Now she was also a lesbian sex slave, a trained slut that
pleasured whoever or whatever she was told to.  She should
be
attending mixers in England, going to classes and going on
her
first date-- not on her knees giving blow jobs to corrupt
Thai
police officials in a filthy go-go bar like Candyland.  But
she
was.  And it was because of me.

I shivered, glad to be doing something like legitimate like
gun-
running.  I left the Bodwells to their fate and hurried out
the
door into the purple-black Thai night.

THE END


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