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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Lollipops - Bangkok Slaver Series #5 {Stroker Ace} (MF, M+F, fF, nc, bdsm, toys, humil)
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** WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it is illegal in your
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   I am NOT the author, merely a REPOSTER, but this is a copyrighted work
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** SPECIAL NOTE!  I am reposting this story, as 1of 6 of the Bangkok Slaver
Series.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with this series, it was
written by three authors, Parker, Marlissa, & Stroker Ace.  Parker started
it, when he wrote "Doctor's Orders", which I guess technically, isn't
really in Bangkok, as it takes place in Southern California, and ends up in
Mexico, but many of the characters, in this story, end up in several or
more of the other 5 stories.  Marlissa then took it up, and wrote "The
Newlywed" & "The Stewardess & Her Daughter".  Parker wrote the next story,
simply called "A Bangkok Slaver Story".  Then Stroker Ace took over and
wrote, "Lollipops" & the final story of the series "Beyond Chiang Mai".

   While I realize that many of you have probably read one or more of these
stories, most of us have not been able to catch all 6, and the newbies
haven't even read one yet.  So I am posting all 6, in the same order that
they were written in, for your reading pleasure, all at the same time. 
While the original posts were by chapter, they will not be posted by entire
story.

   Enjoy!

   Ted E.  Bear
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** From: gentclub@hotmail.com (Stroker Ace)



   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
been warned.

   (c) 1996, Stroker Ace

   `Lollipops: A Bangkok Slaver Story' is entirely a work of fiction.

   Lollipop's is a continuation of the Bangkok Slaver Stories.  The
original story line and characters were created by both the gifted Marlissa
and Parker.  I thank them both and hope that this portion does the story
justice.



   Lollipop's: A Bangkok Slaver Story

   Chapter 1 - Old Times

   It is not often that I see Joy Town 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
stream of old Japanese junkers.  Above the clamor of horns, insults and
hustlers is a jungle of steel works, each vying to get its neon sign bigger
and higher than the rest.  It is decadent as only Joy Town can be, but I
find myself searching 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 shade of the entrance, Colonel Chao stood
taking it all in, on his arm was his cute teenage sex slave, Sarah Bodwell.
I hurried 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
anything 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 was
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
him 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.
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
could. 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 Joy Town.  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
girls 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
Roxanne Bodwell.  I hadn't seen her, since returning from a little business
matter up country.  Roxanne had survived her months as a sex slave in
reasonably good shape, considering that she fucked for living.  Three
bizarre shows a day under Tam'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 cock 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 the man who sold her into sexual
slavery, and the guy who bought her.

   Tam had a linguistic problem with Roxanne, and rechristened her as
Annie. 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 her splendid
body.  There is something especially degrading, about a grown woman, a
natural beauty, being dressed like a bar whore.  Even if she is, but she
wasn't always.  She had been the senior flight attendant, on the
prestigious London to Hong Kong run.  She should have been managing all of
the attendants for British Airways.  She had the education and the looks,
long tall legs, a 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 of that changed months ago, when I abducted her and her fifteen
year old daughter.  Then sold both of them both to Vopat.

   I took the beer, but she held on to the bottle.  Our eyes met, 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
turned sixteen last week."

   "She is OK.  She looks fine." No one can say that I am not a nice guy.

   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,
"Tell her, Annie loves her." An odd mix.  Polite British accent, mixed with
slave 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
with a few choice French phrases thrown in.  Annie scurried away from Tam,
her hands covering her head.  I could hear her sobbing as she disappeared
down the hall.

   "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
London. London call British embassy.  Ambassador send embassy man to Joy
Town 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 money on street for talk.  Colonel Chao get big scared.  He shut me
down.  Then he see way to get rich.  He buy interest in Lollipop.  Fix
joint up.  Many baht.  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
forehead would burst.

   "You get me out of this, Joe.  Get something on Strangway that I can
use. I no want British Marines poking around Joy Town 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.
His eyes burned fiery red, an arm flew across the table sending steak and
eggs flying.  "You fuck this up Joe and it be your last!"

   He was shouting.  Time to leave.  He was still fuming.  He didn't even
nod his head.

   "Tam!" Vopat yelled, his voice echoing in the small office.  "Get that
bitch Annie, ready for me.  Now!  In the alley where everyone can see."
Vopat was going to gain face at Roxanne's expense.

   "I want, need." I corrected myself.  "Annie." "I got to have her, to get
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
untrainable bitch after I am finished." Vopat stood.  "Whatever is left."

   "No.  I need her now.  In good shape." She would be 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,
or 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 second
latter his forehead was again covered in sweat.

   "You take care of the Strangway.  Get Chao to loosen up and we be
friends 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 enough
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 Joy Town.  We were
actually in a little plant covered patio reserved for VIP's.  And right
now, Colonel Chao 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.
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
and kept shocking.  But she learns quickly.  Speak and you get zapped.  Not
quite as bad as my favorite cattle prod but still a pretty good shock.  Oh,
she could 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 griping 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 covered
her thong, transparent and clinging to her with every movement.  The top
was 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 you, I am a nice guy.  I wouldn't force anyone to walk a city block in
the cheap plastic that she normally had on.

   She was looking good.  Looks have always been her greatest asset.  I had
taken her down to mama san's and had her hair and face done.  The make over
and a week's 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 had almost disappeared in the sexual jungle of CandyLand but
it never completely deserted her.  Dignity came natural to her.  She
carried it with her in the way she moved, the way she stood, her posture,
her chin.  The thong, three sizes too small, only served to accent her
embarrassment.  In Joy Town 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
spread over a chest full of ribbons.  Sarah glanced at her mother and
quickly returned her attention to the splendid Chao.  She had been trained
well.  And she looked the part, dressed in fine silk.  The red dress
buttoned at her neck and clung 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 a whorish red.

   Roxanne braved a brief greeting, rushing her daughters name.  It blended
into her scream.  Her hands flew to her collar, desperate to stop the
current.  I pointed to the floor, "Annie, do your greeting." I needed
something to show Chao that I could control my woman.

   She looked at Sarah then glared at me before following my finger to her
assigned spot.  Sitting on the tile floor, she raised her knees.  Pulling
her 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 between 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."

   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
you remember Ms.  Bodwell, don't you?"

   "Vopat's girl.  Right?  He no do good job with this one.  She still much
proud." His pock-marked face broke into laughter.  "Tam must get soft.  Too
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
better anyway.  Train better.  See this one no give dirty look.  She not
speak unless allowed.  What your name, little one?

   "Anhtuyet.  Anhtuyet your girl.  Anhtuyet want to please her stud."
Sweet 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 but
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 bringing up our last gun running venture.  We actually
cleared a nice 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. 
"Colonel, I heard that you have an interest in Lollipops.  You must be in
need of good 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 Orly.  College at Cambridge.  Just spent two years in Washington. 
Twenty-five.  Looks like a million dollars, American."

   I gave him the details and reminded him, "A couple of nights.  "Anything
goes, but she goes back to hubby in three days.  And she goes back
presentable.  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
half.  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 could speak, I added, "and the whore." It took
another hour and I loss another two thousand baht, before we clinked
glasses and drank on the deal.

   "That make mama happy." Chao pointed with his cigar.

   It had been over two hours and Roxanne was still standing.  She quickly
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
very busy, until you deliver.

   Lollipop's - Strangway

   The afternoon sun split by blinds, mading 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 boy's body, only with longer hair.  Hair that fell
down, black and thick, shielding her face, falling over the man below.  She
bent over his prone 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 thighs.  A tiny ass hole, with large lips, for such a
small girl, twitched between his legs.

   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 good.
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 from a working girl in Washington.  It's called
around 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 looked 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."

   "Damn 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 until 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. 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 loves 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 stuck together like Thai rice.  They spend
their days shopping or doing their useless charity work.  They seldom leave
the safe 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 wives with only fifteen or twenty years in the diplomatic core
are the back stabbers.  They are determined to push their husbands into the
long awaited Ambassador opening.  And to sabotage the others.  Under
assistants and attaches 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 serious business of making and
destroying careers.

   They get the smaller residences, towards the ends of the street.  Even
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 make
sure that all their subjects attend.  So, Mrs.  Marguerite Strangway was
quite 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
doing such an important job, to investigate the disappearances of those
poor, poor girls.  "

   "John called.  He left me a message.  He said that 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 spoke with everyone in town, everyone is quite helpful, but there
is no sign of any wrong doings.  In fact, it is so slow that he is taking
you on holiday.  A train 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 try to be ready.  John is so sweet to take
you on holiday."

   "You young couples are so very romantic.  How long have you been married
now?  Almost two years?  You went directly from college to wife and the
diplomatic core.  Yours 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
call it off.  Did you hear, two of the missing girls may be British
subjects.  A mother and daughter.  Can you imagine?  Why just picture being
abducted by big strong 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 would 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 herself.  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 tell her, she will test it.  She screams when
told to be quiet.  She breaks an arm 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 there
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
wedding ring.  If I am lucky, he will videotape me for a ransom.  More
likely he wants 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 will
do anything to avoid such a fate.  She has been told all her life to
protect what lies between her legs.  She gives it sparingly.  Always
protective.  It takes 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
and spits at the driver's partition.  Leaning back, she kicks at his head.
Her boat shoes leave dirty footprints on the bullet proof glass.  The
driver, annoyed 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.  Nothing 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 Joy Town.

   Lollipop's - Garaged

   It was good to get out of the limo after a harrowing ride.  "Never
again!" 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 to
move the blindfold.  Go ahead.  It's OK if she sees you.  She won't 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 your's again."

   The driver laughed at that.  Taking a big breath, as if it could be his
last, he dove head first into the back.  The door handle shook in my palm,
as they struggled.  Pretty little Marguerite was not being very lady like.
She kicked wildly and cursed the driver and his parents.

   "This one's 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 motioned for Doc to help him and went
around 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 belts, 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, complementing ourselves on pulling it off.

   She looked good.  So tempting and vulnerable, stumbling around the
garage, her hands locked behind her back, with a blindfold harnessed on
that pretty face.  She wore her dirty blonde hair at shoulder length.  A
curve of hair had fallen, 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 us.  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 that her face was
in a man's lap, she went wild with fear and rage, throwing her head from
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 his 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 baths to get wax out."
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 this."

   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 she
had been wandering all over the garage.  It was too much for her. 
Marguerite was babbling incoherently between 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 pushing at her.  I pulled her bare feet from underneath her, turning
her over in the process.  Colonel Chao held her head firmly in his crotch,
obviously enjoying her plight.  Doc straddled her stretched out body
working slowly at her harness.

   "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. 
"Will it?"

   "No glue on eyelash.  They grow back anyway.  It take two hands, sharp
fingers to get off.  Now girly no hear and no see."

   "This could be a little tricky, Colonel.  She has to go back, you know,
and we don't want her screaming her head off for some kind of
investigation."

   "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-white
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 seat 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 from 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
deep on three sides.  The decor was pretentious coming off as a Thai's
version of an eighteenth 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 critique 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.  Bar
girls ran back and forth balancing trays of beer barely able to keep their
own balance on those 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.  Across the room, a smaller group in Union Jack t-shirts
bravely tried to drown them out with off key bars of God Save the Queen. 
In desperate need of more voices, 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 heavy set mama san 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, shrill
with anger.

   A thin man white shirt and black tie rushed forward and pulled the girl,
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. 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
padlocks on the ankles completed her ensemble.  While waiting I had been
amusing myself by cutting little holes for her nipples.  The Japanese
business men at the other table were particularly absorbed by the process.
With buck tooth grins, 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 the 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 her
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 moved
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 stage
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
snapshots 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
taped 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 fear making wings of her arms.  Falcon hovered over the
stage with head down, feet 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 position forced her legs wide open.  They fell,
lowered slowly, landing her gracefully 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 one side of the stage then the
other. She was splendid, adorned in feathers and a 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
their 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 left
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
while her mother tried to pull down my zipper with her teeth.

   "Lollipop have really big show tonight." he clowned with his audience.
"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 legs
free, to use her mouth, her eyes.  She must have sensed that there were
many perhaps hundreds even thousands of unseen men leering at her while
thrust up 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.  A scared girl hanging with legs tied unable to hide her
sex, her arms straight 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, girly,
what your name?"

   "Fuck off you bugger!"

   "Anhtuyet!" Chao commanded.

   Obediently little Anhtuyet jumped from my lap to kneel on stage at his
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 baton.
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.
It 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 from
the force of Anhtuyet's lash.  Her other breast was already covered by
angry red stripes.

   "Name girly, before you marry?"

   "Marguerite Smith." She felt the tap between her red striped breasts. 
"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
became 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 he knew everything.  Anhtuyet's lash kept her answers
full and explicit.  It was 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.
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 him.
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 truth.
He wants me too, but I don't do that.  I kissed it a little but I don't
like 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
like." 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." 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. 
Chao 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, Marguerite
hung just right, but Anhtuyet continued, not stopping until she was
completely under her.  She leaned backwards, her face upwards, giving all a
clear view of her tongue probing the other woman's sex.  Chao walked around
them both.  Like 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
slurping then burying her tongue deep, her lips wide open, cheeks concave
as she sucked 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 pain.  Then much longer, in the 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.

   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
before again burring her face in Marguerite's snatch.  Chao pranced around,
directing an invisible orchestra, his baton swinging left and right.  He
paused between Anhtuyet's legs.  Bending over backwards made it easy to
diddle her with the baton, urging her on to even greater efforts.

   With a crescendo she came.  The microphone held to her lips filled the
room with heaving moans of ecstasy cut off abruptly as she realized that
she 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
cries.  Only this time Chao pressed the button.  From head to stomach she
flushed red.  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 general's baton and electric
motors hummed.  Slowly Marguerite's feet rose.  She snapped her head around
in alarm but her feet continued up until she was completely inverted.

   Anhtuyet lay with legs waving eagerly in the air.  A cushion raised her
bottom, her head drooping upside down to the audience.  The motors hummed
again 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 vibrator.
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
wildly 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 love
to my little tramp.  Then after making sure the button was pressed, "You do
good 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 female
Y with him in the middle.  He gave her exposed sex a gentle love tap with
the baton to get her started.  She hung there for a second and then
another. Chao made a big show of peering between her legs.  "I think her
tongue moves." he 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
you 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 girly friends.  You get police record.  Send to British embassy,
Interpol, your Scotland Yard, every place.  Husband loose job.  He no want
whore wife.  You be good girl now?"

   "Go ahead and arrest me, you fat...  Anything but this.  I will tell the
police..."

   Chao delivered a stinging snap of his baton directly to her open pussy.

   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 time.  Many year."

   All it took was the mention of Chiang Mai.  Women have a sense for these
things.  They pass it from one to another, like bees.  She could guess
would happen to a western girl in their camps.  It must have been a hard
choice for 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 the sticky sweet teenage pussy. 
Anhtuyet's head fell back that beautiful mouth gapping open, her eyes
smiling.

   "No good.  French girl lazy." Chao proclaimed.  "Need something. 
Something to excite stuck up lady.." Chao circled the two women idly
tapping 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
you show enthusiasm." He turned the base and the huge orange shaft hummed
to life.

   Marguerite's tits were shaking, her face distorted.  Her every moan
picked-up, amplified and echoed back.  "Stuck up lady better.  But still
stuck 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
his 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.
Her 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 newly 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. 
"More open legs!"

   "I work very hard.  Need beer." He was working the crowd and they loved
it.

   The contrast was erotic.  He took a long pull on a cold Kloster, his
khaki pants and shirt crisply starched.  He looked like he should have been
at the officers club.  A few meters away Marguerite knelt obediently,
trembling, nude and covered in sweat.  Awaiting her fate.

   I had let Roxanne take a break, turning her around so she could see her
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 her lips were in my hair.  Looking around I noticed that every female
in the place 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
loud

   "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 Thai
hot sauce back."

   With the red bandanna still over her taped eyes Chao pushed a frightened
Marguerite into the crowd.  Bravely she tottered forward.  Beer ran in
little streams over her breasts.  Nipples were hard and erect.  Tiny steps,
her hands outstretched, directly into a table she bumped.  Then hands
reached for her.  Her scream was deafening.  Drunken hands pawed at her
breasts, between her legs, her ass, all over they groped, probing,
penetrating.  Chao's constantly 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 too abusive otherwise.  The bartender
put the dark bottle in her shaking hand, wrapping her fingers tightly
around its narrow neck.  He turned the trembling 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 onto 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, whore 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 now
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 please,
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
grip on her held for three, four, five seconds then in a screaming wild
spasm she broke free.  Diving a meter away, flat on her breasts, she
scrambled to pull the fire from her ass.  It flew against the wall,
shattering on impact.  Rolling over, the fire still burning within her, she
cursed.  Her hands pulled at her cheeks as if trying to rip herself in
half. Around and around the stage she 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 the air.  For five minutes
she scurried on the floor oblivious to everything but her ass.

   I got up on stage 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
one more show tonight."

   Lollipop's - Family quarrel

   It was rather nice upstairs over the club.  I stood on Chao's little
terrace over looking the Boulevard of the Tiger.  At 5 am Joy Town 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
and 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.
Candyland is closed.

   In a few hours the train will arrive.  New buses will come, both
emptying more of the world's hard core low life's and two time losers onto
the Boulevard of the Tiger.  All seeking that ultimate of decadent thrills.
The real life fantasy.

   "No.  I can't." I wave off Chao's offer of yet another beer but turn to
join him.  We are standing our back sides against the railing looking into
the 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,
Joe.  Just biddness.  You understand."

   He wasn't asking.

   We watched the girls in silence for a moment.  Two girls were wrestling
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 bother
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
convert 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 up
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
breasts jiggled delightfully with the effort.  It was all they could do to
hold her.  The redhead called for help.  She wanted Anhtuyet to open
Marguerite's pussy 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
chest. Her daughter was totally absorbed by the spectacle before her. 
Little Sarah was growing up to be the perfect slut.

   "See Jan-Jan and her lezzie friend there." Chao pointed.  "I lease them
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.



   Lollipop's

   A Bangkok Slaver Story

   Part 3

   Jan-Jan.  Stafford.  No it was Stanford.  Janice Stanford and Amanda
Boyd only they were Jan-Jan and Manda now.  The old friends had adjusted to
their new roles.  Chao would have me believe that they were part of his
family.  They may even think so.  Even Sarah, but definitely not
Marguerite. She was getting the brunt of 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 shoulders 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
little lower to get the angle right.  The German shepherd slurped at her
exposed pussy and mounted the whimpering Marguerite.  With an ease that
comes from practice, he worked into the female pussy.  That dam dog was
probably getting more pussy 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, twitching in the air.  The fresh sweet scent of
Anhtuyet.  The big shepherd nuzzled his snout between the teenagers legs,
as her mother tried desperately to lure him away with her own sex.

   "See they need me.  A family quarrel." Chao laughed at his little joke.
He flicked the cigar over the rail and swaggered off to restore order in
his 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 Joy Town.
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 panning
around the room.  Chao was standing in the center, directing, a tower of
discipline and order.  Anhtuyet dutifully took her position to accept
James. Marguerite, her 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 engine
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 shout
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
she got all of 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
again.  Still some demon, deep inside, kept her from giving in, taking the
easy way out, accepting her new status as Chao's sex slave.

   "Do you think he will still love you if he knew?" She was quiet, needing
time to come to grips with it.  Her gloved hand went to the back of her
neck, 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.  It was a different look for her but her natural beauty made even
a hacked butch cut look good.  Quite a woman, Marguerite.  I had stripped
her earlier, I just 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 definitely 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 holding.  Her eyes had been taped shut for three days now.  Chao
kept gloves on her, in 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 that you have
done.  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.
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
worse, 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 the 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 fast 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 where
you are.  We have the tape.  How would you feel if a copy appeared in the
ambassadors 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 opened
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
charged it all on your credit cards, even meals and hotel bills.  There are
some nice pictures in there too.  The faces are a little hard to see, but
it looks like two girls having a good time.  Oh yeah, you paid 450 baht for
that fashionable hair styling.  The receipt is in the bag."

   "Would you like to be our guest again?  Say in a week or two, or perhaps
next summer?  London, Paris, your home, it's 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 never leave Bangkok again, until you decide to leave the country.  And
then you must 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 to
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
again.  In fact, Vopat is so happy that CandyLand has reopened, he loaned
me the limo for my vacation.

   A little working vacation was in order.  A couple of weeks in a decadent
luxury beach resort in Samui does wonders.  So does warm sunshine by the
pool, 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 family stared and talked among themselves.  I took hold of
Roxanne's bikini and tugged the bottom tight into her snatch.  Annie knew
what was expected.  She slid her legs wider apart causing even more
commotion across the pool.  The lady gathered up her children and shooed
them away.  She had to call twice to get her husband to follow.

   Annie has been behaving like a good girl.  I can trust her, now that she
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
man.  It makes our visits to the night clubs very interesting.  I have
insurance that she won't try anything stupid.  Upstairs, Sarah waits spread
eagle, locked in my suite.

   At first, Colonel Chao was not too happy at loosening 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
would 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
blonde 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
air.  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 Acegentclub@hotmail.com Comments welcome

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