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Lollipops:
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 be=
en
warned.
=20
(c) 1996, Stroker Ace
`Lollipops: A Bangkok Slaver Story' is entirely a work of fiction.
=20
Lollipop's is a continuation of the Bangkok Slaver Stories. The orig=
inal
story line and characters were created by both the gifted Marlissa and Park=
er.
I thank them both and hope that this portion does the story justice.
=20
=20
Lollipop's:
A Bangkok Slaver Story' Chapter -- Old Times
=20
It is not often that I see Joytown at midday. The tackiness that is
barely tolerable at night is horrendous in sunlight. Street vendors spill =
onto
the street, blocking the bicyclist who in turn block the never-ending strea=
m of
old Japanese junkers. Above the clamor of horns, insults and hustlers is a
jungle of steelworks, each vying to get its neon sign bigger and higher tha=
n
the rest. It is decadent as only Joytown can be. But I find myself searchi=
ng
for more. A junkie. Hooked on pussy, the more decadent the better.
A crew of Thai workers swarmed over Lollipop's huge sign. The chief =
in
his mandatory aviator mirrored glasses and tailored shirt supervised the
hoisting of a sexy neon blonde, tonguing a lollipop that at night would
resemble a giant prick. In the shade of the entrance Colonel Chao stood ta=
king
it all in on his arm was his cute teenage sex slave, Sarah Bodwell. I hurr=
ied
down the sidewalk to the refuge of Candyland before he saw me.
The door was locked. I rang the buzzer hidden high on the door jamb =
and
waited. I rang it two more times before Tam opened the door.
"Oh, you," Tam said, turning away.
"Well I am glad to see you too. Why is the door locked?" When she
didn't answer I continued. Anything to annoy her. "Do you ever wear anyth=
ing
else?" She, of course, wore hot pants with a glossy black bikini top. I
followed her, tiny ass swaying, heels clicking. As she walked, she lightly
slapped the riding crop against her leg.
"Tam too busy for you. Make girlie-girlie movie now. You go talk to
Vopat. You in plenty trouble, Joe."
She had that right.
I walked past empty tables towards Vopat's office in the back. It wa=
s
the first time I had ever seen Candyland empty. Vopat was seated in his
office, arguing with someone on his cell phone. The call must be costing hi=
m a
mint. On second thought, perhaps it didn't. It was probably a clone.
"What you mean, credit no good? For long time, I buy plenty from you=
=2E
Pay top dolla. Now you no do biddness? Fuckee you!"
Vopat snapped the phone shut.
"It's Fuck you," I said softly, taking a seat as far from him as I co=
uld.
He wasn't in the mood for an English lesson.
"Biddness gone to shit, Joe. I got no customer, now I got no credit.=
"
"What happened. This used to be the busiest place in Joytown. Hell,=
the
best in all of Thailand."
"Colonel Chao shut Candyland down." The big man spoke as if the club =
was
a person. To him, perhaps it was. "Chao say he surprised to learn that gi=
rls
dance naked. Shut Candyland down. No say how long. No good, Joe. I got
expenses."
A knock at door, and a slender blonde entered. She placed a tray on
Vopat's desk. Steak and eggs. Vopat was having lunch. Without a saying a
word, the blonde opened two bottles turning to serve me one. It was Roxann=
e
Bodwell. I hadn't seen her since returning from a little business matter
upcountry. Roxanne had survived her months as a sex slave in good shape,
considering that she fucked for living. Three bizarre shows a day under Ta=
m's
whip. Sixteen hour days dancing, hoping to arouse some drunken local or
hard-core farang. If she is lucky, she gets to suck him off or take his co=
ck
while bent over a table. If not, the disk jockey puts a check mark by her =
name
for Tam. As if that is not enough she has to serve Klosters to man who sol=
d
her into sexual slavery and the guy who bought her.
Tam had a linguistic problem with Roxanne and re-christened her as An=
nie.
Whatever you called her, she was looking hot in a French maid's apron over =
a
tiny yellow thong bikini with her usual cheap pumps. Dancing had made her =
lean
and trim, not an ounce of fat on a splendid body. There is something
especially degrading about a grown woman, a natural beauty, to be dressed l=
ike
a bar whore. Even if she is. But she wasn't always. She was a senior fligh=
t
attendant on the prestigious London to Hong Kong run. She should have been
managing all the attendants for British Airways. She had the education and
looks, tall long legs, nice figure, a certain dignity. When you saw her
standing in a business suit, you just knew that she was the one in charge. =
But
all that changed a months ago when I abducted her and her fifteen year old
daughter. Then sold them both to Vopat.
I took the beer, but she held on to the bottle. Our eyes meet, her
fingers clutching mine. In those green eyes, I could see her weighing her
hatred for me against her need. Love of her daughter won out.
"Please sir, have you heard anything about Sarah?" She risked a lot =
by
asking. Vopat was sure to discipline her. "Is Sarah all right? She turne=
d
sixteen last week."
"She is OK. She looks fine." No one can say that I am not a nice gu=
y.
Vopat ordered her out. She dared not disobey. "Please, sir." The
blonde fell to her knees, her hands going for my zipper, fumbling to get me
out. She was offering me her body. It was all she had to barter with, "Te=
ll
her, Annie loves her." An odd mix. Polite British accent, mixed with slav=
e
training. The poor girl even thought of herself as Tam's Annie.
Tam was right there with ridding crop in hand. Furiously she beat at=
the
kneeling woman, cursing her with Tam's unique blend of Thai and English wit=
h a
few choice French phrases thrown in. Annie scurried away from Tam, her hand=
s
covering her head. I could hear her sobbing as she disappeared down the ha=
ll.
"Forget bitch, Joe. You bring big problems on me. That bad biddness=
,
gangster shooting. Shooting Jan-Jan's man no good. I loose two good pussy=
to
FBI Dick Tracy. Best act gone. Bad biddness!"
While you getting rich upcountry, FBI get all excited. They tell Lon=
don.
London call British embassy. Ambassador send embassy man to Joytown to
`investigate' to clean up Candyland. Call himself Strangway. Very uptight.
Like he not fuck in long time. He worse kind. Have many bosses. He very
ambitious. Take himself too serious. Ask many questions. He put lot of mo=
ney
on street for talk. Colonel Chao get big scared. He shut me down. Then h=
e
see way to get rich. He buy interest in Lollipop. Fix joint up. Many bah=
t.
Now he take my customers. Chao get rich, drive new Land Rover now."
Vopat's chopsticks sliced at the air for emphasis. The big man was
livid, his face flushed red in anger. I was afraid the veins on his forehe=
ad
would burst.
"You get me out of this, Joe. Get something on Strangway that I can =
use.
I no want British Marines poking around Joytown looking for missing girls.
Bad for biddness. That not good for me and not be good for you. You
understand, Joe?"
"I understand." Only too well.
He put the chopsticks to his mouth, only to find that they were empty=
=2E
His eyes burned fiery red, an arm flew across the table sending steak and e=
ggs
flying. "You fuck this up Joe and it be your last!"
He was shouting. Time to leave. He was still fuming. He didn't eve=
n
nod his head.
"Tam!" Vopat yelled, his voice echoing in the small office. "Get tha=
t
bitch Annie, ready for me. Now! In the alley where everyone can see." Vo=
pat
was going to gain face at Roxanne's expense.
"I want, need," I corrected myself. "Annie." "I got to have her to g=
et
Strangway in line." I watched the effect of my words cross Vopat's face.
"You can have that," he searched for the English word. "That untrain=
able
bitch after I am finished." Vopat stood. "Whatever is left."
"No. I need her now. In good shape." She would no use to anybody
after Vopat got through with her, especially with a crowd urging him on.
"Listen Vopat, do you want Chao off your back, or not? Give me the girl, o=
r I
walk."
There is a saying in the East, `You can only die once.' The trick is=
to
keep postponing it.
The fat man mopped at his brow with the ever present tissue. A secon=
d
latter his forehead was again covered in sweat.
"You take care of the Strangway. Get Chao to loosen up and we be fri=
ends
again. Like old times, huh, Joe?"
I had read Chao correctly. He had his bosses too. The ones that
expected a cut of the action.
"Sure. Like old times."
Lollipop's -- Candyland
In this business you stay with what is familiar. There will be enoug=
h
surprises. Candyland was familiar, but it and Vopat could be history soon.=
It
was time to make new acquaintances. That is how I found myself at Mae Sai,
about as upscale a restaurant as you can find in Joytown. We were actually=
in
a little plant covered patio reserved for VIP's. And right now, Colonel Ch=
ao
was the biggest VIP this side of BKK airport.
I was wearing a clean shirt for the occasion. Washed and pressed for=
me
by my new servant, Roxanne. For the last week, Annie has been taking care =
of
all of my desires. It has been like a holiday for her. In her spare time =
she
takes care of my apartment and cooks. Her real job of course is to keep my =
cock
satisfied. I have been out a lot investigating Strangway, so I set a bolt =
into
the concrete for her chain. Not that an unescorted western woman without a
word of Thai would get very far in this town.
I found Meganne's old dog collar and locked it on without explanation=
=2E
She went to speak, the same old nonsense about "Annie good girl," only this
time `Ann' ended in a scream. Of course the scream caused another shock an=
d
kept shocking. But she learns quickly. Speak and you get zapped. Not quit=
e as
bad as my favorite cattle prod but still a pretty good shock. Oh, she coul=
d
communicate as long as she kept it under a half second and could wait two
minutes before uttering her next sound. Needless to say she kept her gripin=
g to
herself. In fact, it worked so well that I called my buddy in Bang Na and
asked him to modify another anti-bark collar. You never can tell when you =
will
need a spare.
She was wearing it tonight and not much else. Only a white wrap cove=
red
her thong, transparent and clinging to her with every movement. The top wa=
s
nothing more than two tiny triangles of cloth that would barely cover her
sixteen year old daughter. I let her wear a good pair of pumps. I told yo=
u, I
am a nice guy. I wouldn't force anyone to walk a city block in the cheap
plastic that she normally has on.
She was looking good. Looks have always been her greatest asset. I =
had
taken her down to mamasan's and had her hair and face done. The makeover a=
nd a
weeks rest from Tam and Candyland had done wonders for her. It is amazing =
how
a weeks relief from swallowing strangers cum, will restore a girl.
Her dignity almost disappeared in the sexual jungle of Candyland but =
it
never completely deserted her. Dignity came natural to her. She carried i=
t
with her in the way she moved, the way she stood, her posture, her chin. T=
he
thong, three sizes too small, only served to accent her embarrassment. In
Joytown that respectful, dignified look and British self-assurance worked
against her. That is why even after months of captivity, I still enjoyed
debasing her.
"Pai Nai."
Our host, Colonel Chao strolled in with little Sarah on his arm. He =
wore
his standard, a sharply pressed military shirt with gold falcon, wings spre=
ad
over a chest full of ribbons. Sarah glanced at her mother and quickly retu=
rned
her attention to the splendid Chao. She had been trained well. And she lo=
oked
the part, dressed in fine silk. The red dress buttoned at her neck and clu=
ng
lovingly to that fine young body. A falcon in black embroidery soared from=
her
slit skirt, up across her budding breast. She had her mother's eyes, a
beautiful sea green. Tonight they were dark with mascara, her lips painted
whorish red.
Roxanne braved a brief greeting, rushing her daughters name. It blen=
ded
into her scream. Her hands flew to her collar, desperate to stop the curre=
nt.
I pointed to the floor, "Annie, do your greeting." I needed something to s=
how
Chao that I could control my woman.
She looked at Sarah then glared at me before following my finger to h=
er
assigned spot. Sitting on the tile floor, she raised her knees. Pulling h=
er
feet tight against her bottom forced her knees apart. She wet her fingers =
on
her tongue and with a shake of her hair, slowly ran her moist fingers betwe=
en
spread legs, from her ass up across the stretched thong.
Sarah frowned at what her mother had become. Those green eyes misted
over, her gaze fixed on a spot, miles away.
The Colonel laughed. "That number one hot cunt. Make excellent fuck=
=2E"
Annie was still dutifully rubbing her cunt but Sarah looked like she =
was
going to cry so I motioned for her mother to stand. "Colonel, I believe yo=
u
remember Ms. Bodwell, don't you?"
"Vopat's girl. Right? He no do good job with this one. She still m=
uch
proud." His pock-marked face broke into laughter. "Tam must get soft. To=
o
easy. Need more whip!"
"British," I explained.
He nodded his head in understanding. "Vopat wanted much for the set.
Poor man like me, can only afford little one," he laughed again. "Young be=
tter
anyway. Train better. See this one no give dirty look. She not speak unl=
ess
allowed. What your name, little one?
"Anhtuyet. Anhtuyet your girl. Anhtuyet want to please her stud." Sw=
eet
little Sarah answered with her new name immediately. She cooed into Chao's
ear. One hand hugged him to her, the other ran over his ribbons, down his
front to disappear beneath the table.
The waiter came for our order. Chao had him wait while Anhtuyet was =
made
to stand. Chao raised her skirt with some difficulty rolling the tight
material over her hips. Proud as a peacock he showed me a falcon, his
signature, tattooed on her bare mons. Beautiful needle work, four colors, =
done
by a Buddhist monk he boasted. He had marked his territory. There was no
going back for this girl. Poor Sarah would never have that caring husband =
and
nice home in Coventry. Her mother must have realized it too as she looked =
on
in silent agony.
Chao and I had the chicken and vegetables. They didn't have a menu b=
ut I
got the feeling that we could have ordered monkey without them batting an
eyelash. Over dinner we talked of many things. I tried to keep his glass =
full
and kept brining up our last gun running venture. We actually cleared a ni=
ce
profit on that one. And no one got killed.
It was getting late. Chao was full and content. One hand buried in
Anhtuyet's dress, a cigar in the other. I couldn't wait any longer. "Colon=
el,
I heard that you have an interest in Lollipops. You must be in need of goo=
d
entertainment. Something that will draw in the crowds. Make some money.
People get tired of the same old thing, you know. Perhaps if a beautiful
western girl became available for a few nights. An amateur. You would have=
to
break her in .."
He took the bait. "French mother," I explained. "Long legs. Father=
was
an American pilot. Back before Nam got big and nasty. Raised by mom, in O=
rly.
College at Cambridge. Just spent two years in Washington. Twenty five. Lo=
oks
like a million dollars, American."
I gave him the details and reminded him, "A couple of nights. "Anyth=
ing
goes, but she goes back to hubby in three days. And she goes back presenta=
ble.
Think of what a `special engagement' like that could bring in at Lollipops.
They would be beating down the doors to see. You could charge anything you
wanted."
I wrote an outrageous number on the cloth napkin when he asked. He
scratched through the number with a jade pen. He had cut the figure in hal=
f. I
looked at it and shook my head, with what I hoped was a disappointed face. =
"Ok,
Ok. For an old friend, five thousand." His eyes brightened. Before he cou=
ld
speak, I added, "and the whore." It took another hour and I loss another t=
wo
thousand baht, before we clinked glasses and drank on the deal.
"That make moma happy," Chao pointed with his cigar.
It had been over two hours and Roxanne was still standing. She quick=
ly
slid her shoes on as we looked. "Guess I am just a nice guy at heart."
Even Chao laughed at that. "You nice guy, Joe. But I keep Anhtuyet v=
ery
busy till you deliver.
Lollipop's -- Strangway
The afternoon sun split by blinds made parallel shadows down the wall=
,
over the dresser and crossing the rumpled bed. Above, a ceiling fan shook =
and
thumped against the oppressive heat. A dark skinned girl, body lean and
straight, a boys body, only with longer hair. Hair that fell down, black a=
nd
thick, shielding her face, falling over the man below. She bent over his p=
rone
form like a bike racer, only nude, her back covered in sweat, the bones of =
her
spine visible. Her bare legs were drawn up, on each side of his spread thi=
ghs.
A tiny asshole with lips large for such a small girl twitched between his l=
egs.
The man held her head, holding it down engulfing his organ. His arms
bulged, but still he forced the black hair down. "Ahhh, Ahhh, Bloody goo=
d.
Ahhh." He relaxed, her head flew up, gasping desperately for air. She
coughed. Sperm shot from her mouth and nose only to be sucked in again as =
her
lungs fought for air. "You promise me," she managed, pausing as her tiny
breasts shook with another cough. "milk shakee."
In response the man wiped a splotch of white cum across her cheek to =
her
lips. "Milk shakes will make you fat. By the time you are fifteen, no one =
will
want to take you from the bar."
"I no get fat. I want milk shakee. You promise."
"I will. From room service. Promise. But first I will teach you a
little trick I learned in from a working girl in Washington. Its called ar=
ound
the world."
On the dresser the light on the ancient phone flashed red. The man
rolled over, sending the bar girl sprawling to the floor.
"Do be quiet, girl. It may be the Embassy," he ordered.
"Er, hullo. Under-assistant, James Strangway here." The phone looke=
d to
be left over from the French colonial days.
"Excuse me Mr. Strangway, this is the hotel manager." It was only a
three room boarding house but he insisted on calling himself manager.
"Umm, a Mr. I mean Mrs. Strangway left a message. Uhh, Marguerite. =
I
mean Mrs. Strangway called and left a message."
"Dam it man, why didn't you put the call through."
"You said that you and your er. niece, did not want to be disturbed. =
I
waited till tea time, like you asked."
"Give me the bloody message, you idiot."
"Yes, of course, sir. Mrs. Strangway said that she ran into an old
friend from Orly. Adrien, she said. They haven't seen each other in years=
=2E
Said that on a whim they decided to take a few days and tour the National
Museum in Phnom Penh. That is a long train ride. Isn't it, sir? She said =
she
would not be home this weekend. They left this afternoon. She said she lov=
es
you and she will be back by Thursday. Will there be anything else, sir?"
+++
The manager did it pretty well. The start was a little shaky, I had =
to
get his attention focused, but once he saw that I meant business he shaped =
up.
I gave him the full 100 baht anyway, reminding him that it never happened.
Memories fail when everyone is happy.
+++
The wives on embassy row stick together like Thai rice. They spend t=
heir
days shopping or doing their useless charity work. They seldom leave the s=
afe
tree lined streets of diplomat row. The ambassador's wives are the Queens.
They pick the charities and host the biggest parties. The assistant's wive=
s
with only fifteen or twenty years in the diplomatic core are the back stabe=
rs.
They are determined to push their husbands into the long awaited Ambassador
opening. And to sabotage the others. Under-assistants and attach^=C2s are=
at
the bottom. Young and green to the diplomatic core they are more concerned
with stealing away for romantic weekends and starting families than the ser=
ious
business of making and destroying careers.
They get the smaller residences, towards the ends of the street. Eve=
n
the military security patrols ignore them. Who in his right mind, would go
after an under-assistant?
Friday evenings are reserved for diplomatic functions. The Queens ma=
ke
sure that all their subjects attend. So, Mrs. Marguerite Strangway was quit=
e
worried when the ambassador's wife called.
"It must be so difficult for you newlyweds, dear. To be in that big
house all alone while John is on assignment in that sinful town. He is doi=
ng
such an important job, to investigate the disappearances of those poor, poo=
r
girls."
"John called. He left me a message. He said he tried to call you but=
you
know how bad the phone system is. It really needs some British experts to
re-do everything. He said that there is nothing to report. He said he spo=
ke
with everyone in town, everyone is quite helpful, but there is no sign of a=
ny
wrongdoing. In fact it is so slow that he is taking you on holiday. A tra=
in
ride to Singapore for six days, back on Thursday. Pack light, he is buying=
you
new outfits. He arranged for a driver to pick you up. 2 PM exactly, dear.
Those drivers charge so much, worse than a London cabby. Marguerite, do tr=
y to
be ready. John is so sweet to take you on holiday."
"You young couples are so very romantic. How long have you been marr=
ied
now? Almost two years? You went directly form college to wife and the
diplomatic core. Your's is such a storybook romance. An assignment in
beautiful Washington, DC and now exotic Bangkok. So lovely, dear."
"I set it right with the ambassador. He puts great faith in John's
recommendations. If John says that there is nothing there then he will cal=
l it
off. Did you hear, two of the missing girls may be British subjects. A mot=
her
and daughter. Can you imagine? Why just picture being abducted by big stro=
ng
men. I heard that Thai men are very. `well endowed'. And the things they
would do to you. Hot sweaty men, touching you all over. I imagine they wo=
uld
make you do things. Oh dear, its so warm this time of year. Anyway
Marguerite, I will let you go. That divine sergeant, the Royal Marine, is =
on
duty. I think I will just go soak in the tub for a while."
No one gave the Mercedes limousine a second look as it cruised toward=
the
smaller homes. In front, the Candyland license plate had been discretely
replaced.
Lollipop's -- Marguerite
It come in stages. First is the fear and anger, an urge to fight, to=
run
if she can, definitely to scream to defend. Then the icy cold realization
descends that she is not in danger. Not bodily danger, not now. She sees =
it
in the way she is treated. Confined, restrained. She senses it in the way =
her
space is violated, petted, touched, felt. Frightened of what her senses tel=
l
her she will test it. She screams when told to be quiet. She breaks an ar=
m
free before the click of the handcuff. If you are not careful she scrapes =
at
whatever is in reach. It is a test. And the answer frightens her more.
For she is not harmed. Overpowered, pushed, but never harmed. Held
hard. Sometimes a slap, but never the damaging, bone crunching blow that at
this point, would be so reassuring.
She is quiet. It is difficult for the female mind to accept, but the=
re
is no escaping the inevitable. He will not harm my body. Why? Am I too
valuable? It is me he wants. Not the bank notes in my purse. Not my weddi=
ng
ring. If I am lucky, he will videotape me for a ransom. More likely he wa=
nts
my body for other purposes. Any way she looks at it, it comes up the same.
That is when the second struggle begins. The desperate one. She wil=
l do
anything to avoid such a fate. She has been told all her life to protect w=
hat
lies between her legs. She gives it sparingly. Always protective. It tak=
es a
promise for life before it is shared. It is the center of her being. The
source of her power. Of course she fights.
The handcuffs click. Steel bracelets fastened to steel wire locking =
her
to the seat. The blinds are drawn on the limousine windows. She screams a=
nd
spits at the driver's partition. Leaning back, she kicks at his head. Her b=
oat
shoes leave dirty footprints on the bullet proof glass. The driver, annoye=
d
now, presses a button above his head and a black shield rises. She is
entombed, cut off from the outside world. There is nothing to look at. Not=
hing
to identify. Alone with her realization, she may as well be in a hearse.
"Margo, this is not good," she says out loud as the black limousine
speeds toward Joytown.
Lollipop's -- Garaged
It was good to get out of the limo after a harrowing ride. "Never aga=
in!"
The driver, a maniac behind the wheel, was one of Chao's recruits from his
latest jaunt upcountry. "Keep the driving gloves on and put this on her." =
He
took the handful of nylon webbing from me. It's the same stuff that the
military uses for holster belts.
"Put it over her head and buckle it under her chin. No way for her t=
o
move the blindfold. Go ahead. Its ok if she sees you. She wont be able to
identify you. To her, all Thai's look alike anyway. And when you go back
upcountry, she will never see that handsome kisser of yours again."
The driver laughed at that. Taking a big breath as if it could be hi=
s
lasts he dived head first into the back. The door handle shook in my palm =
as
they struggled. Pretty little Marguerite was not being very ladylike. She
kicked wildly and cursed the driver and his parents.
"This ones a fighter!" Goes to show that you can never tell by their
looks.
The driver backed through the car door with a risky grip on her legs.
His body jerked with every kick. I motion for Doc to help him and went aro=
und
to the other side. Even with me lifting her shoulders to pass her from the
car, it was tough. She was grabbing at anything she could reach, seat belt=
s,
door, everything. But we got her out. The driver actually kneeled down to =
set
her feet on the floor. We all stood around catching our breath, complement=
ing
ourselves on pulling it off.
She looked good. So tempting and vulnerable, stumbling around the ga=
rage
her hands locked at her back with a blindfold harnessed on that pretty face=
=2E
She wore her dirty blonde hair at shoulder length. A curve of hair had fal=
len,
covering one side of the blindfold.
"Quick, before she hurts herself." The three of us fanned out like we
were hunting a water buffalo. I heard Colonel Chao laughing calling us
`maeow's' but he didn't move to help. We pulled the struggling girl to him,
forcing her knees to bend then leaning on her back until her head rested in=
his
lap. When she felt his pants and realized her face was in a man's lap she =
went
wild with fear and rage throwing her head form side to side refusing to put=
her
mouth to his zipper. That worked to Doc's advantage.
He came back holding a little container in a gloved hand. I nodded, =
Chao
and the driver and I clamped down on Marguerite.
"This feel warm to Nang. It no hurt. You no get sick," he said over =
her
whimpers. "Doc no hurt French girly." He could be so reassuring.
He worked a thick golden fluid into her ear with a Q-tip. "Will the=
bee
wax hurt her hearing?," I asked.
"Ear like new after it all out. It take many hot bathe to get wax ou=
t,"
he replied. "Now Doc do other ear. She no hear talk. Only hear very loud
shout."
"And that?"
"This a little speaker. Wax holds it in. Wire go to mike. Like thi=
s."
The Colonel entertained himself by making kissing sounds into her
microphone as she frowned in disgust.
I busied myself by taking off her sneakers. I didn't like the way sh=
e
had been wandering all over the garage.
It was too much for her. Marguerite was babbling incoherently betwee=
n
sobs. We never told her what we wanted from her or even if she would ever
resume her life as a diplomat's wife. Handcuffed, blindfolded and now deaf=
her
face buried in someone's lap. It must have felt like a hundred hands pushi=
ng
at her. I pulled her bare feet from underneath her, turning her over in th=
e
process. Colonel Chao held her head firmly in his crotch, obviously enjoyin=
g
her plight. Doc straddled her stretched out body working slowly at her harn=
ess.
"That is not going to take her eyelashes off?" Doc was peeling the
blindfold off and sealing the eye shut with surgical tape as he went. "Wil=
l
it?"
"No glue on eyelash. They grow back anyway. It take two hands, shar=
p
fingers to get off. Now girly no hear and no see."
"This could be a little tricky, Colonel. She has to go back, you kno=
w,
and we don't want her screaming her head off for some kind of investigation=
=2E"
"No problem," he reassured me. "She become good corrupt untouchable.
She so disgraced she no tell."
We both turned to look at Lollipop's new girl, Marguerite. In off-wh=
ite
pleated pants, she stood a few meters away. Young and slim with classical
French features. Curving hips and tiny waist, shapely legs, a good figure.=
She
was the kind of woman that a maitre 'd would seated ahead of you, and you
wouldn't think twice about it. She expected it and she got it.
Unprepared is how she looked now. A beautiful girl, unprepared for
anything but the best of treatment. From men and women alike. Unprepared =
for
what was coming. She was disoriented and slightly unsure of her balance. =
Her
blouse was wet with perspiration at her breasts. She held her elbows out,
keeping the handcuffs behind her at belt level. Nervously she transferred =
her
weight for foot to foot, unaware that she was slowly making a circle.
"You better be right."
Lollipop's -- A Falcon
It was the first time I had seen the new Lollipops. A large stage
jutting out into a sea of tables. A high ceiling with balcony, one seat de=
ep
on three sides. The decor was pretentious coming off as a Thai's version o=
f an
eighteen century French bordello. Tacky. In a town that had redefined the
meaning. But the hard-core did not brave a six hours train ride to critiqu=
e
the decor. The place was packed. With Candyland closed, Lollipops was the
only underground club south of Chiang Mai. Colonel was raking in the baht.
One day I will get the Kloster franchise and make some real money. B=
ar
girls ran back and forth balancing trays of beer barely able to keep their =
own
balance on ridiculously wobbling heels. The crowd was impatient. They had
traveled a long way for this. A rowdy table full of drunk Australians sang
Matilda, their beer sloping on the table and floor. Pairs of heels, their
soles worn and black with dirt, poked from under the soaked tablecloth. Acr=
oss
the room, a smaller group in Union Jack tee- shirts bravely tried to drown =
them
out with off-key bars of God Save the Queen. In desperate need of more voic=
es,
they conscripted a couple girls. Pulling them to their laps to feel their
pussy and tits provided the proper encouragement for their national anthem.
Throughout the commotion, a heavyset mamasan played comedian on the stage
telling jokes that no one listened to or could understand.
Finally she flashed her ponderous boobs and left the stage. Someone
turned off the scratchy copy of Big Girls Don't Cry. The room hushed in
anticipation.
"You pay now for suckee-suckee!" was heard. A tiny female voice, shr=
ill
with anger.
A thin man white shirt and black tie rushed forward and pulled the gi=
rl,
kicking and screaming from the room.
Everyone turned to look at the table. The man shrugged his shoulders.
"She was no bloody good," he said to the room in thick Scottish accent. "I
have buggered sheep that were better." The room erupted in laughter.
The Colonel joined me at his table, the only one with a clean
tablecloth. His little possession, Sarah in red vinyl micro-mini and
see-through white lace top followed a respectable four paces behind. The
braver or more drunk of the patrons grabbed at her ass when she passed. I
couldn't blame them the little girl was cute. I made Roxanne, her mother, =
get
up and give him her chair. After all he was the boss.
For the occasion, I had her dressed in a cheap spandex one piece suit=
=2E A
single string in back held up a V of material in front that barely covered =
her
charms. Her collar kept her quiet and clear plastic heels with little padl=
ocks
on the ankles completed her ensemble. While waiting I had been amusing mys=
elf
by cutting little holes for her nipples. The Japanese business men at the
other table were particularly absorbed by the process. With buck tooth gri=
ns,
they urged me on, their fingers making cutting motions in the air.
The laughter died down and again the club was quiet.
I had Roxanne kneel for me on all fours. A little positioning and th=
e
woman made a fine foot stool for Colonel Chao. While he rested his glossy
military boots, I soaked up her daughter's charms, taking in the beauty of =
slim
and no doubt firm thighs. Her still blossoming breasts, perky and so very =
high
on that tiny chest. "You let her watch this?," I asked him.
"Anhtuyet watch and learn. Anhtuyet be very good slut. I train her
well. She do this and more some day."
So he still used her new name. Anhtuyet pulled her chair closer to he=
r
master, cuddling against him her hand rubbing the gold falcon on his chest.=
One
leg draped over his. Her mother couldn't help but see.
"You are going to show her on the first night?," I asked.
"Right away. This Lollipops. Girls must earn their rice." Chao mov=
ed
Anhtuyet's hand to his lap and turned to me. "Anyway first show best show. =
She
have no idea what to expect."
He was right. Since we picked her up, no one had explained anything.
Marguerite Strangway must be terrified. I would soon see that she was.
The lights went out. For a few seconds Lollipops was dark until a st=
age
light shoot across the smoke filled room. The music came up. French horns
rising to a magnificent crescendo. Beethoven's fifth symphony. All eyes
followed the pulsing strobe light. High overhead it caught a bird freezing=
it
in time and space until the next pulse. Like an old movie, strobing snapsho=
ts
caught wings fluttering, circling then descending. The images came faster
until they blended together as one. Magnificent feathers, rich colors. A
falcon. A girl. Marguerite.
A red bandanna, knotted at her temple, Asian style, covered already t=
aped
eyes. She was gagged with a beak, in proportion to such a magnificent
specimen. Wings were arms spread straight out from her sides held in place=
by
a pole no doubt. Terrified, hung face down the blinded girl shook with fea=
r
making wings of her arms. Falcon hovered over the stage with head down, fee=
t
bound to her thighs again with a simple knot at the side, the loose ends
dangling to her waist. A web of ropes rose to pulleys high above. The posi=
tion
forced her legs wide open. They fell, lowered slowly, landing her gracefull=
y
head up, at her natural height but still suspended. Still fluttering in
silence she hung from the ropes, gently revolving in a half arc, facing on=
e
side of the stage then the other. She was splendid, adorned in feathers an=
d
skin tight body suit.
Chao took to the stage to a thunderous applause. A natural performer
both on and off the stage, he welcomed his guest, reminding them to fill th=
eir
glasses and introduced the dangling girl as a, "stuck up French whore."
"She hear only with this." He fumbled with the tiny wires at her lef=
t
ear, finally connecting them to the giant Bob Hope era microphone.
Since he went on stage, I had been enjoying Roxanne and Sarah's
attentions. Sarah sat on my lap, her love immediately transferred to me whi=
le
her mother tired to pull down my zipper with her teeth.
"Lollipop have really big shoe tonight," he clowned with his audience=
=2E
"Give her big Lollipop howdy." He pressed a button, as the room erupted in
catcalls. "Lookie she fly!" His voice boomed throughout the room.
She was shaking, struggling to make use of her arms, to break her leg=
s
free, to use her mouth, her eyes. She must have sensed that there were man=
y
perhaps hundreds even thousands of unseen men leering at her while thrust u=
p
and exposed. Chao steadied her spinning body by grabbing her crotch. His
other hand reached behind, tearing at the suit. Soon it lay at her feet.
Amidst the jeering and hooting he took off her beak and gag. The illusion
dissolved. No longer a glamorous bird of prey she hung naked and assailable=
=2E A
scared girl hanging with legs tied unable to hide her sex, her arms straigh=
t
out. Useless. Defenseless. In her darkness, she pleaded to be released and
then not to be hurt but the room only laughed.
Chao pressed the button again, "You be good girl now. You have many
audience."
The startled girl could only snap her head around, trying desperately=
to
see.
"Now we learn all about girl." He holding the microphone stand at an
angle. Perhaps he thought it was a Las Vegas show. "Before you married, gi=
rly,
what your name?"
"Fuck off you bugger!"
Anhtuyet!," Chao commanded.
Obediently little Anhtuyet jumped from my lap to kneel on stage at hi=
s
side. Chao patted her head, the ultimate disgrace in this country. At his
command she retrieved a lash and stood.
"We try this again." And again he asked her name.
"Princess Diana. Let me go you bloody fool, my husband will have."
The Colonel tapped her right breast once with his field marshals bato=
n.
The teenager reached back and delivered an underhand hit with the lash that
would make any tennis player proud. "Cat of nine tails," Chao explained.
"Picked it up in Singapore. Used by English navy when hijack Thai's for
sailing ships. Good choice. No? Haa, haaa." You had to laugh with him. I=
t
was a pleasure to watch a man that enjoyed his work.
"Wait. Wait. Almost forgot. Camera. Colonel Chao make movie. You
worthless dog. You get video running now or Chao whip your ass." His
unfortunate lackey ran to set up the video camera.
"You be big star. I video you. What you say. Thank you?"
"You fucking pig! Let me go or."
Chao choose the left nipple with his baton. Marguerite swung back fr=
om
the force of Anhtuyet's lash. Her other breast was already covered by angr=
y
red stripes.
"Name girly, before you marry?"
"Marguerite Smith." She felt the tap between her red striped breasts=
=2E
"No. Stop. Marguerite Rilley. That is my maiden name. I swear. Just don=
't
hurt me again."
"You learn good. Now where you born?"
Marguerite told him. That and more. Her first memories. When she be=
came
aware of her sex. The time she walked in on her mother in bed with a man. =
Her
first sex, quick and fumbling in her college dorm. She gave his name, and =
with
some encouragement gave a detailed account. I had given him enough general
information about her, that in her frightened state she must have thought h=
e
knew everything. Anhtuyet's lash kept her answers full and explicit. It w=
as
oddly stimulating to hear this woman divulge her innermost secrets.
"No, I never did anything with a girl. I have only been with two men=
=2E
Actually one was just a boy and then my husband."
"Did you suck his cock?"
"Who? Oh, in college. No. Oh God no. I held and stroked it for hi=
m.
He liked that. But that was all."
"How about husband. You suck for him?"
"No. Ahhhhh. Shit. You said you wouldn't hit me, if I told the tru=
th.
He wants me too, but I don't do that. I kissed it a little but I don't lik=
e to
do those things. It's not... not natural."
"He suckie on you?"
"Who? Not John. Never. I wouldn't want him too anyway. I already =
told
you how I like it, face to face. Loving. Tender kissing."
Blindfolded. The only thing she heard was Chao's voice in one ear. =
The
only thing she felt was the touch of his baton followed by the sting of the
lash. She may have told more than she wanted.
That was all Chao had to hear. "It not so bad girl. You learn to li=
ke."
He tapped at her exposed mound. Anhtuyet dutifully covered it with the cat =
of
nine tails. "Pussy very fun. Can make you cry with pain, sometime pleasure=
=2E"
Again he tapped where she trimmed her pubic mound.
Anhtuyet's lash was caught in mid stroke by Chao's grip. He took the
lash from her hand and directed the teen's head to the whimpering girl. Ch=
ao
was carrying the microphone stand with him as he walked around the stage. =
He
pressed the button again. "First you got pain. Now get pleasure."
Anhtuyet inched closer, her back towards me. On her knees, Marguerit=
e
hung just right, but Anhtuyet continued, not stopping until she was complet=
ely
under her. She leant backwards, her face upwards, giving all a clear view =
of
her tongue probing the other woman's sex. Chao walked around them both. Li=
ke a
meat inspector, he reached down to feel his merchandise.
Unhappy with what he found he produced a pocket knife to cut Anhtuyet=
's
lace blouse away. He liked the feel of that so he continued, not stopping
until Anhtuyet was also nude. All the while Anhtuyet was licking and slurpi=
ng
then burying her tongue deep, her lips wide open, cheeks concave as she suc=
ked
for sweet nectar. Marguerite's head fell back, her breast heaving, nipples
making little shadows on her full tits. She continued to moan first in pai=
n.
Then much longer in embarrassed shame of being made to perform. Then ever =
so
slowly, exactly when it changed was impossible to tell, but it had. Moans =
had
changed to pleasure. Deep erotic, helpless pleasure cursing up through her=
=2E
The dam burst. All of a sudden Anhtuyet's face was covered with her. She
stopped to swallow, quickly wiping her nose with the back of her hand befor=
e
again burring her face in Marguerite's snatch. Chao pranced around, directi=
ng
an invisible orchestra, his baton swinging left and right. He paused betwe=
en
Anhtuyet's legs. Bending over backwards made it easy to diddle her with th=
e
baton, urging her on to even greater efforts.
With a crescendo she came. The microphone held to her lips filled th=
e
room with heaving moans of ecstasy cut off abruptly as she realized that sh=
e
was crying out loud. A hush fell over the room. Only the high squeal of a
tape in fast rewind was heard and the room again echoed with her love crie=
s.
Only this time Chao pressed the button. Form head to stomach she flushed re=
d.
Almost as intense as her whip marks.
Without pause Chao moved to the next act. "Suckee good for you. No?
Now fancy lady learn how." He raised his generals baton and electric motor=
s
hummed. Slowly Marguerite's feet rose. She snapped her head around in alar=
m
but her feet continued up until she was completely inverted.
Anhtuyet lay with legs waving eagerly in the air. A cushion raised h=
er
bottom, her head drooping upside down to the audience. The motors hummed a=
gain
until Marguerite's face was lowered to her crotch. The Colonel, ever the
showman, produced a black plastic cock. He waved it at the tables. "Yes?"
"YES! YES! YES!," they responded.
"No. Chao think too small." He raised a huge day-glow orange vibrat=
or.
The crowd did not need prompting to shout their approval. He threw the
electrical plug to a stage hand and turned it on. The vibrator shook wildl=
y in
Chao's hand. For a moment even the hard-core thought it was for real until
they saw him laugh.
"Poke the bloody bitch!," someone yelled above the laughter.
Chao shook a manicured finger at the culprit. "First girlie make lov=
e to
my little tramp. Then after making sure the button was pressed, "You do go=
od
job. Anhtuyet best tramp. She come six, seven time. I no let her come
anymore. But for stuck up lady, Okay."
Chao stood behind the inverted girl her legs folded and tied. A fema=
le Y
with him in the middle. He gave her exposed sex a gentle love tap with th=
e
baton to get her started. She hung there for a second and then another. Ch=
ao
made a big show of peering between her legs. "I think her tongue moves," h=
e
said. "Me not sure." Even little Anhtuyet raised her head to look.
"This no good, girly," he said looking truly disappointed. "Must do
better. perhaps this help. You show big enthusiasm now or stuck up lady yo=
u
get arrested for prostitution. Prostitution big crime in Thailand." Chao
waved to the hysterical crowd, trying to get them to quiet down. "You get
prison. Long time. Pretty French like you be extreme popular. Make many g=
irly
friends. You get police record. Send to British embassy, Interpol, your
Scotland Yard, every place. Husband loose job. He no want whore wife. Yo=
u be
good girl now?"
"Go ahead and arrest me, you fat... Anything but this. I will tell t=
he
police..."
Chao delivered a stinging snap of his baton directly to her open puss=
y.
Having regained her attention he continued, "Maybe whore try escape. Maybe
guard hurt. Gangster whore bad biddness." Chao took a fat finger off the
button until the howling and laughter died down to a bearable level. "Very =
bad.
Send to military re-education camp. Upcountry, Chiang Mai province. Long t=
ime.
Many year."
All it took was the mention of Chiang Mai. Women have a sense for th=
ese
things. They pass it from one to another, like bees. She could guess woul=
d
happen to a western girl in their camps. It must have been a hard choice f=
or a
diplomat's wife. But the thought of being an opium whore to the Thai Army =
was
just too much.
Her body stirred and her mouth tasted sticky sweet teenage pussy.
Anhtuyet's head fell back that beautiful mouth gapping open, her eyes smili=
ng.
"No good. French girl lazy," Chao proclaimed. "Need something.
Something to excite stuck up lady.." Chao circled the two women idly tappi=
ng
the day-glow vibrator in his hand. "What to do?"
Drunk on lust and booze the club responded, "FUCK THE STUCK UP LADY! =
FUCK
STUCK UP! FUCK STUCK UP!" Thoughtful Chao, held the microphone towards the
tables, "Stuck up lady no hear you."
"STICK STUCK UP! STICK STUCK UP! STICK STUCK UP!,"
"Your friends want you fucked, Marguerite. You want to be fucked?"
"Nooo. PLEASE NO!" Marguerite screamed into Anhtuyet's vagina.
"Too bad stuck up lady. We play Bangkok rules. You get fucked now."
With that, Chao plunged the orange vibrator deep into the woman. His
microphone held to Anhtuyet's crotch caught every slurp and moan. The club
filled with the unmistakable scream of a woman's penetration. "This help y=
ou
show enthusiasm." He turned the base and the huge orange shaft hummed to l=
ife.
Marguerite's tits were shaking, her face distorted. Her every moan
picked-up, amplified and echoed back. "Stuck up lady better. But still st=
uck
up." Chao was waving the black dildo. "Lollipop doctor say ass very tight, =
no
make good fuckee. Dildo in ass good medicine," he joked. "Stuck up lady, =
you
open up now. You take in ass." He wet the dildo with his spit and worked =
the
gleaming tool into her cheeks.
Marguerite's face was going through epileptic contortions as she
concentrated on her bowels, but she did not cry. With one hand Chao kept
pressure on the dildo, forcing it further in at her slightest quiver.
The motors hummed again and Marguerite was hoisted from a humping
Anhtuyet. An Inverted cross of a female open for all. Her face flushed red
from being upside down or from embarrassment, it was impossible to tell.
"Arms tire? I untie." The motors still hummed. "Legs sore?" With =
a
swift tug, Chao undid the bandannas at her thighs. A little circle with hi=
s
hand and the motor cut off. Her hands and feet just reached the stage. A
stage hand hurried out, bowed to his master and turned to work the ropes. H=
er
back arched, suspended by a single rope below her breast. The bird of prey=
had
become feline. Soon that too was gone. Unsure of what to do with her newl=
y
found freedom, she waited on hands and knees, her once proud head lowered.
"Over there!," Chao commanded. A slap with the cat and she scampered=
to
where his finger pointed. "Wait for me French whore girl," he ordered. "M=
ore
open legs!"
"I work very hard. Need beer." He was working the crowd and they lo=
ved
it. The contrast was erotic. He took a long pull on a cold Kloster, his kh=
aki
pants and shirt crisply starched. He looked like he should have been at th=
e
officers club. A few meters away Marguerite knelt obediently, trembling, nu=
de
and covered in sweat. Awaiting her fate.
I had let Roxanne take a break, turning her around so she could see h=
er
daughter being eaten on stage. But I was bursting now. I pulled her back =
to
me. Taking a handful of hair I rammed her mouth on me not stopping until h=
er
lips were in my hair. Looking around I noticed that every female in the pl=
ace
was being used in some way.
Chao tapped his baton against his leg and swaggered the few steps to
stand over her. He held the full bottle of Kloster over her head, looking =
to
his audience. They chanted `yes' and he emptied the bottle over her. A lo=
ud
"WOOOO" came from the back of the club. The locals were thrilled by the
ultimate humiliation of a westerner.
"Now get up whore girl. Go to bar, across room, in back. Bring Tha=
i
hot sauce back."
With the red bandanna still over her taped eyes Chao pushed a frighte=
ned
Marguerite into the crowd. Bravely she tottered forward. Beer ran in litt=
le
streams over her breasts. Nipples were hard and erect. Tiny steps, her ha=
nds
outstretched, directly into a table she bumped. Then hands reached for her=
=2E
Her scream was deafening. Drunken hands pawed at her breasts, between her
legs, her ass, all over they groped, probing, penetrating. Chao's constant=
ly
joking, keeping her moving ever so slowly with countless detours to other
tables more penetrating fingers, around the room eventually towards the bar=
in
back. I noticed she was walking with feet apart. The constant fingering to=
o
abusive otherwise. The bartender put the dark bottle in her shaking hand,
wrapping her fingers tightly around its narrow neck. He turned the tremblin=
g
girl toward the stage and gently pushed her into the sea of drunken men.
Every man had felt John Strangway's wife by the time Chao lifted her =
back
unto the stage. Most had fingered her cunt. Some with a fist, others her =
ass.
Like a good girl she handed the little bottle to the big man. "On hands, w=
hore
girl." Almost tenderly his large hand on her shoulders pushed her down on
hands and knees.
The crowd had been hooting and hollering throughout the show. But no=
w
they went wild with anticipation. Chao was pouring Thai hot sauce over the
black dildo. That stuff had been known to make grown men cry. He held the
plastic straight up, the pepper sauce ran down its length over his hands.
"Whore, girl. You stay on floor. Understand? Move around Ok, but no=
get
up." Chao knelt down beside her taking her body in a wrestlers lock. Men
stood up and gathered around the stage for a better look.
Not really understanding what was about to happen but trying to pleas=
e,
Marguerite nodded her head. Chao shook the excess from the dildo then with=
a
twisting motion screwed the gleaming black rod into the girl's ass. His gr=
ip
on her held for three, four, five seconds then in a screaming wild spasm sh=
e
broke free. Diving a meter away, flat on her breasts, she scrambled to pul=
l
the fire from her ass. It flew against the wall, shattering on impact. Rol=
ling
over, the fire still burning within her, she cursed. Her hands pulled at h=
er
cheeks as if trying to rip herself in half. Around and around the stage sh=
e
scampered dragging her ass on the floor, then on her knees pausing only to =
roll
over before charging off, howling, on hands and legs, ass on fire high in t=
he
air. For five minutes she scurried on the floor oblivious to everything bu=
t
her ass. I got up onstage and tackled her pinning her chest to the floor.
Taking a Kloster, I shook it good and hard and shoved the foaming neck into
her. I could see the relief cross her face.
I found the little connector and plugged it back into the microphone.
When I knew she could hear me, I told her, "You did well. You only have on=
e
more show tonight."
Lollipop's -- Family quarrel
It was rather nice upstairs over the club. I stood on Chao's little
terrace overlooking the Boulevard of the Tiger. At 5 am Joytown is as quite=
as
it gets. The hard core are stumbling drunk from the club spilling into the
street. They shout and throw beer bottles against the building. In ones a=
nd
twos the foreigners stumble towards their bus. Others with varying amounts =
of
success head off to find a flop house, some place to crash for a few hours
until the next show. Down below a bus loads for the long tiring haul back =
to
civilization. To a different life. I wondered if there is an empty seat.
The far end of the street is quiet. The large sprawling building dark=
=2E
Candyland is closed.
In a few hours the train will arrive. New buses will come, both empty=
ing
more of the world's hard core low life's and two time losers onto the Boule=
vard
of the Tiger. All seeking that ultimate of decadent thrills. The real lif=
e
fantasy.
"No. I can't." I wave off Chao's offer of yet another beer but turn=
to
join him. We are standing our backsides against the railing looking into t=
he
room.
"You want sit down, Joe?"
"No, I just need to get some air. It's cooler out here."
"Too bad `bout Vopat's. British embassy send inspector. He watch
Candyland like hawk. Think British subjects in danger or something. I
Colonel. I got responsibility. Got to shut down Vopat. Just biddness, Jo=
e.
Just biddness. You understand."
He wasn't asking.
We watched the girls in silence for a moment. Two girls were wrestli=
ng
another into position. One a redhead a striking beauty, tall and elegant, =
very
butch. A spiked red leather collar and bossy. The other had a round face,
young and sweet. Always following the redhead's lead.
"You not getting sentimental, Joe?"
"No not me." Chao was puffing on some God awful cigar. "It don't bo=
ther
me none."
"That good, Joe. Some go soft after while. Do strange things. Find
religion. One guy, Milch, Austrian, strange man. He go upcountry to conve=
rt
hill tribes. Slaver converting hill people." Chao laughed at the thought.
"Never see him again. Too bad, he owe me plenty. "
"It doesn't seem to bother some," I stated. Marguerite was putting u=
p
quite a struggle but she was no match for the butch redhead and her girl
friend. The two girls had her up again on hands and knees. Their bare bre=
asts
jiggled delightfully with the effort. It was all they could do to hold her=
=2E
The redhead called for help. She wanted Anhtuyet to open Marguerite's puss=
y
but Annie just held her daughter tighter.
"It no bother me," Chao said. I guessed that not much would. "They =
all
mine now. My children. They look to me to provide for them. And they so
grateful."
Annie sat against the far wall, her arms clutching Anhtuyet to her ch=
est.
Her daughter was totally absorbed by the spectacle before her. Little Sara=
h
was growing up to be the perfect slut.
"See Jan-Jan and her lezzie friend there," Chao pointed. "I lease th=
em
from Vopat. Give good terms. Option to buy. He no need show act anymore.=
I
do. Jan-Jan no need encouragement. She trained now. She turn Mandy into
lezzie. Pussy love." Chao made a disgusting gesture with his tongue.
Jan-Jan. Stafford. No it was Stanford. Janice Stanford and Amanda =
Boyd
only they were Jan-Jan and Manda now. Old friends adjusted to their new ro=
les.
Chao would have me believe they were part of his family. They may even thi=
nk
so. Even Sarah but definitely not Marguerite. She was getting the brunt o=
f
Jan-Jan's attention right now. Held by her ears, her face pressed tightly
between Jan-Jan's bare breasts. Control the head and the body will follow.=
The
redhead's back was towards me. Now I knew where the scrapes on her shoulde=
rs
came from.
"One day you just know, Joe. It in their eyes. In their cunt. You =
feel
it when they wrap legs around your back. She belong to you and she know it.=
She
no want to go back. Now, Anhtuyet trained very good but Annie still much
independent. That not good, Joe."
"I know, bad biddness."
Manda patted the shoulders of the prone girl and pushed her down a li=
ttle
lower to get the angle right. The german shepherd slurped at her exposed p=
ussy
and mounted the whimpering Marguerite. With an ease that comes from practi=
ce,
he worked into the female pussy. That damn dog was probably getting more p=
ussy
than me. The other shepherd, was it Philip or James, was feeling a little =
left
out. It was James the one with the bigger cock. James sniffed Manda's
familiar sex and nuzzled her stomach. She immediately rolled over on all
fours. James was ready to mount his bitch when his nose perked up, twitchi=
ng
in the air. The fresh sweet scent of Anhtuyet. The big shepherd nuzzled h=
is
snout between the teenager's legs as her mother tired desperately to lure h=
im
away with her own sex.
"See they need me. A family quarrel." Chao laughed at his little jo=
ke.
He flicked the cigar over the rail and swaggered off to restore order in hi=
s
family.
He was right, they can't go back. Not now, not ever. They have gone =
too
far done too much. How could you ever expect them to moan in delight, to
climax when hubby rolls over for his five minutes. Not after Joytown. But=
you
could say the same for me. Once you get on the bus, you got to go all the =
way.
I took a deep breath and picked up the camcorder. A wide shot pannin=
g
around the room. Chao was standing in the center, directing, a tower of
discipline and order. Anhtuyet dutifully took her position to accept James=
=2E
Marguerite, head thrown back in that curious female condition where pain,
humiliation and ecstasy get all confused. I walked slowly around to shoot
Jan-Jan getting off on the power of it all while her petite Manda squirmed
under the dog and girl to snuggle her face in her lover's crotch. I panned =
over
and let the camera linger on Annie's distressed expression.
Over Chao's shouting, the moaning, and the crying, I heard an old eng=
ine
start up and labor slowly through the gears. The last bus just left.
Lollipop's -- Seeing is Believing
"Does he love you?" It was difficult talking with her. I had to sho=
ut
and even then she would miss parts. Most of the wax had been dug from her
ears, but Doc was right, she would have to soak in a few hot baths before s=
he
got all her hearing back.
"Me? Of course. More than anything!" She was as self confident as
before, if anything, more so. That is why it was so difficult to get Chao =
to
give her up. Each act was a new conquest. A defiant woman to be broken ag=
ain.
Still some demon deep inside kept her from giving in, taking the easy way o=
ut,
accepting her new status as Chao's sex slave.
"Do you think he will still love you if he knew?" She was quiet need=
ing
time to come to grips with it. Her gloved hand went to the back of her nec=
k,
unused to being so bare back there. I had liked her hair long. The way it
flew when she shimmered in the throws of orgasm. But Chao wanted a crowd
pleaser for the last act, so he hacked it off and hung her hair on his wall=
=2E It
was a different look for her but her natural beauty made even a hacked butc=
h
cut look good. Quite a woman, Marguerite. I had stripped her earlier, I j=
ust
couldn't get enough of that bod. I had played with the idea of keeping her=
for
myself but I didn't need both Vopat and Chao after my ass. Fun but definit=
ely
not healthy.
We sat, the two of us alone, in Vopat's plush limo. I wanted her to =
know
that I was serious about letting her go. She looked like she was sleeping =
but
I knew she was still thinking about him. The surgical tape was still holdi=
ng.
Her eyes had been taped shut for three days now. Chao kept gloves on her i=
n
between her three stage shows a day, to keep her from picking at the tape.
"I don't think any man would. Not after all the things you have done=
=2E
Damn, you could make a Chiang Mai whore puke. Here see for yourself."
It was time. I pulled my own mask on and pulled her head into my lap=
=2E
It took a few minutes to get the tape off. Then I turned Vopat's VCR on. I
wanted her first sight in three days to be something she would remember.
It was a little grainy and jumped a bit from all the cuts, but there =
she
was, Marguerite on the little screen, stooped down dripping in beer and wor=
se,
playing kiss the dick in a circle of drunken Africanos. Beer dripped from =
her
nipples and ran down to her vagina where Anhtuyet lay, eagerly lapping up t=
he
golden dew from her clit. She missed the first bit while she squinted, her
eyes adjusting to the light. So I replayed it for her. Then I pressed fas=
t
forward, the screen a blur of skin tones. It stopped and the screen filled
with Marguerite's blindfolded face, smiling as the camera pulled back, the
smile the beginning of an orgasm. An earth shaker. Behind her a man with
heavy stomach hanging down in a fold was humping happily away.
"Enough. Enough. Please turn it off."
"There is nothing you can do. You don't know who we are or even wher=
e
you are. We have the tape. How would you feel if a copy appeared in the
ambassador's mail. What would that do to John. Do you think he would like
it?"
"All you have to do is go back to you husband and don't tell him
anything. You are a woman, you can do it. He thinks that you and your old
friend, Adrien, were touring the National Museum in Phnom Penh."
"Did you.? You didn't hurt her did you?"
"She is just fine. And will be, unless you give us a reason to look =
her
up."
"Here is a bag of souvenirs that you can show him." Marguerite opene=
d
the gym bag and pulled out a T-shirt. Inside were the usual assortment of
trinkets even canceled train tickets. "Wear it. You paid for it. We charg=
ed
it all on your credit cards, even meals and hotel bills. There are some ni=
ce
pictures in there too. The faces are a little hard to see, but it looks li=
ke
two girls having a good time. Oh yeah, you paid 450 baht for that fashiona=
ble
hair styling. The receipt is in the bag."
"Would you like to be our guest again? Say in a week or two, or perh=
aps
next summer? London, Paris, your home, its OK, we will fly you back here. =
You
and John can't hide. Don't worry we will find you anywhere."
If you do not want to see us again. Never again. All you have to do =
Mrs.
Marguerite Strangway, is to get your husband to stay at home. He is to nev=
er
leave Bangkok again, until you decide to leave the country. And then you m=
ust
never return. Do you understand? Good. Now repeat it to me."
She did and she agreed. I knew she was a smart girl.
Lollipop's -- Going South
I had to get away, after returning a well used Marguerite Strangway t=
o an
unknowing hubby.
There is something about decadence that appeals to me. It must have
something to do with selling vagina's. It feeds on itself. Once you start,=
you
need more and more to keep the faces away at night.
Vopat is my buddy again. He is all smiles since Strangway left. The
heat is off, Chao lifted the restrictions, everyone is rolling in baht agai=
n.
In fact Vopat is so happy that Candyland has reopened, he loaned me the lim=
o
for my vacation.
A little working vacation was in order. A couple of weeks in a decad=
ent
luxury beach resort in Samui does wonders. So does warm sunshine by the po=
ol
while sipping a vodka collins with a beautiful woman. Mom lounged in the
recliner at my side. I reached over and rubbed tanning lotion on her bare
breasts, her skin warm to my fingers. I worked the oil around the hoops in=
her
nipples, the piercing still sore from last night. Across the pool the fami=
ly
stared and talked among themselves. I took hold of Roxanne's bikini and tu=
gged
the bottom tight into her snatch. Annie knew what was expected. She slid h=
er
legs wider apart causing even more commotion across the pool. The lady gath=
ered
up her children and shooed them away. She had to call twice to get her hus=
band
to follow.
Annie has been behaving like a good girl. I can trust her now that s=
he
is reunited with Anhtuyet, I mean Sarah. I won't permit her to talk to
strangers but I put her under strict orders not to refuse anything of any m=
an.
It makes our visits to the nightclubs very interesting. I have insurance t=
hat
she won't try anything stupid. Upstairs, Sarah waits spread eagle, locked =
in
my suite.
At first, Colonel Chao was not too happy at loosing both his top act =
and
Anhtuyet. But a deal was a deal. Anyway he had made enough money off
Marguerite. In the end, I agreed to take on a little job for him. He woul=
d
pick up my expenses in return for a new act.
I leaned back and put my Ray Ban's on. A bell boy, his arms full of
flowered luggage came through the double doors. Behind him, a shapely blon=
de
followed. She held a matching makeup case in both hands.
"Its so dreamy! Not at all like California." She passed directly in
front of me, white shoes clicking on the tiles, a summer fragrance in the a=
ir.
Beautiful.
"Hurry up, Elsbeth. I can hardly wait."
"I'm coming, sis!" Elsbeth, in tight shorts, scurried after them.
Damn! Twins! It will be a shame to cut my vacation short.
-- Stroker Ace -- Comments Welcome -- EOF