Message-ID: <3787eli$9709062206@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gentclub@hotmail.com (Stroker Ace) Subject: Beyond Chiang Mai - A Bangkok slaver story - Chap 3 - NC, mf Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34158382.118335740@news.gate.net> Beyond Chiang Mai A Bangkok Slaver Story WARNING! Contains sex and violence forced upon a woman by both male and females. The story is for mature adults who can maintain a distinction no matter how vague, between reality and fiction. It is intense. You have been warned. (c) 1997, Stroker Ace Beyond Chiang Mai Chapter - 3, City Vipers It was strange. The door locked at mid afternoon yet music seeped out into the noisy boulevard. I banged at the steel again. "Are you sure you want to do this," I asked. It gives me bad vibes." "Oh don't wimp out on me Reginald." Colleen looked like a fashion model that had lifted from under the lights. She wore a designer outfit, in khaki, with oversize pockets. Her shirt was open to three buttons. Reaching in she patted at her chest and neck with a dainty little handkerchief. "Not now. I have been sweating in this dam hell-hole third world country for two fucking weeks. Some little goddam size 5 fluff with perky tits is probably on her knees blowing Bodwell's wrinkled old prick right now, trying for my job." The handkerchief disappeared, replaced by her hat that she used to fan herself. "This is it. I have had it. We check the other two joints on this tiger boulevard and we go home. We can make up some fucking story for the Old Man. He will believe anything at this point. Dam its hot. Hot and smelly. Come, lets go." Just then the door opened a crack. A woman, small and thin as a whip looked out. Not smiling, not speaking, just a blank look. "Er, excuse us. We are wondering if you have seen either of these two." I held up the picture of Roxanne and Sarah at the soccer match. When she didn't say anything, I held a hand over my eyes as if searching the horizon. "You know. Me. Look. Them. I am sorry, I don't speak Thai," I added, disappointed. She snapped the picture from my hand clinking the door shut before I could speak. "The bitch. Did you see that fuck me outfit she had on. A whore. I know it. Someone should slap some sense into the slut. Bitches like that are what makes it so hard for me to get ahead in this world." Colleen, ready to leave, pulled at my sleeve. This seedy province known as Joytown scared her. She would never leave my side. The door opened again. "Come you follow now." It was the same whip of a girl. Not an ounce of fat anywhere. Tiny black vinyl skirt with a matching bra over what could only be A- cups. Her heels made her as tall as Colleen. She turned sideways, holding the door. For a minute Colleen and the girl stood face to face, Colleens bustier figure and pampered skin making the other girl look like a hag. And Colleen knew it. Colleen has a look that she uses with other women. It says I am, more beautiful and sexier than you. I will get whatever I want. Whatever man I want too, including yours. Most women just melt before it. For they know it to be true. But this tiny girl took the look, and gave it back with more. I took my wife's hand, she looked down to check her step all the while being careful not to brush her breasts against the other woman. Miss Vinyl smiled. The noise was deafening. Rock music from cheap speakers bleared, men laughed. I got a quick peek into the dark room before vinyl girl pulled the curtain. The place was some kind of strip club. "Members only. So sorry." She spoke English! "This way. Boss man want talk." His office was down a dimly lit hallway. A heavy man in a little room watching a black and white monitor. In his massive hands a tiny joystick controlling the picture. We looked down on a bartender and cash register. "Hello. Hello." He turned the monitor off. "Excuse me, must watch employee. Turn back they steal you blind. Come. Sit. He pointed and vinyl girl whisked boxes of XXX videos away. "I Mr. Vopat, proprietor. You pretty girl. Nice body. Vopat like." "Er. thank you." Colleen was completely thrown off. She pulled her chair against mine. "Tam say you loose friend. Want to find?" "Tam? Oh. Do you recognize their picture?" "Maybe. Maybe not. Vopat see many girl. Not sure." He held the picture up to the light. "Perhaps you tell more? May, how you say, refresh? Memory." Nervously Colleen launched into how Rebecca and Sarah had being reported missing. Tam stood behind Colleen's chair. I could see Colleen cringe as Tam took her hair, letting it cascade through her fingers like a red waterfall before rearranging it, tucking a strand neatly behind her ear. I picked up the history as Colleen was visibly upset by Tam's presence. There was something between the two women that went beyond Colleen's dislike of Thai's. Why, she had even refused a complementary massage at the hotel's spa, when she found out that it was given by a Thai. Vopat sensed it too. He said something in Thai sending Tam scurrying from the room much to Colleen's relief. All the while, Vopat listened, politely nodding and asking for clarification on a minor details. "What exactly did FBI say?" Glad to have finally found a receptive audience, someone who may have actually seen the girls, Colleen and I told him everything. "So you go to British Embassy for help?" "Yes, on the first day here. We were leaving when the receptionist felt sorry for us and told us of a Mr. John Strangway." Colleen had regained her confidence now that Tam was out of the room. "Excuse me, you said Strangway?" "Yes, do you know him? Anyway we meet him at his home. They were packing to leave. He is a formal man, always thinking of the embassy. His wife, Marguerite, was awfully distracted, had this nervous habit of rubbing herself, you now, down there, like she was constantly horny. She did it unconsciously. She just wanted to get out of Thailand. Said she did not want to have the baby in Thailand. John insisted that she have it. If it was up to her, there would be no baby!" "Baby? How long is she? Vopat think two months." "Yes. How did you know?" "Lucky guess," he answered. "Sad story. Vopat, you got a smoke?" I spun and turned towards the voice, man with Western features, yet somehow plain and nondescript. "Call me Slash," he said. Tam stood behind him. Goose bumps appeared on Colleen's neck. "Slash help find your drug smuggling girls. How much you say reward for Sarah?" "The insurance policy is for five hundred thousand pounds. But only if she is found before she turns eighteen. I told you three times. Have you seen them? "May have, it is hard to tell. So many runaways pass through Joytown." Slash said. He sounded American. We could offer a reward, say 500 pounds if you can help find them." "Would like to help, but there may be a little problem. See to get into the kind of places where they may be, you have to blend in. You can understand that. We need a cover and a way to get two strangers in. Are you willing?" Slash looked straight into Colleen's green eyes. Colleen jumped to her feet. "Hell, if I found them Bodwell would *give* me the dam firm! We will do anything you want, Mr. ?" "Just call me Slash. Good. We have a lot of work to do. First, Colleen you go with Tam, she will get you ahh, something more suitable to wear. Reginald and I will check you out of your hotel. You will be staying here at, Vopat's, to ahh, blend in." +++ "Hey. What is all this?" I asked. My wife sat on Vopat's desk as Tam buckled the tiny straps on a pair of heels as high as Tam's. I had been with Slash for the last few hours. He insisted that we check out of the hotel and even tell the embassy that we were going home. "Reggie, thank Gosh. They want me to wear this shit. I must look like the lowest street urchin. And she did. Colleen was pushed up and squeezed in to a tiny black teddy with silver tassels swaying from her tits. Her breasts were two bubbles overflowing their lacy cups. Matching lace garters held up stockings. And now the impossible heels. "Tam take pretty dangles." With a swift swipe of her hand she snatched Colleen's earrings before she could react. "No need for this." Tam moved for the diamond on Colleen's finger but her hand clenched into a tight fist. The two girls struggled of a movement then Tam laughed, " You keep ring. For now." Tam commanded, "We go for walk, now,". "You heard the lady, walk." Colleen gingerly let go of the desk, testing her balance. Taking tiny steps she swayed after Tam. Through the club full of dancing girls and drunken men, the light was dim but I could still make out a girl with her head in a mans lap. Slash prodded me forward through heavy curtains, then restaurant type double doors through a kitchen. A greasy stainless steel refrigerator taller than I, slid easily aside at his touch. It must have weighed a ton. Through a narrow hatch we slid, Colleen carefully stepping into the opening, her head bent low. The room was surprisingly large with walls of concrete block, hastily sprayed with thin white paint. "Put this on, pretty boy." I held it up. A pair of flaming red shorts. "Unless you want to go without?" He was serious. I looked around, finding no place to change, I turned aside to undress. "I think we better leave," Colleen's voice sounded shaky. "You want to find your girl friends don't you?," Slash asked. "It time," Tam said. "I get honored guest." "Get her ready. Girly you stand over here." Vopat, tugged her deeper into the room. "No. I want to leave now. Stop. You are hurting me. Reginald! Do something. Stop you huge baboon. Reginald!" "Er, guys, let her go, OK?" In their silly elastic shorts, with my cock balled up it was hard to sound threatening. But I had to try. Colleen was struggling between huge Vopat and Slash. Already one arm was being lifted to the ceiling by a rope. Slash was hooking a black bracket over her other hand. I rushed him, head down with all my might. He slipped aside, like a practiced bullfighter. Taking me by my waistband he directed my momentum to the wall. I spun around and took a swing. He caught my arm pinning it back against the concrete. I looked up and it was locked in place. Before I could understand how he managed that, my other arm was dragged up and latched. He stood back and laughed as I leaned towards him shaking my elbows in rage. With the toe of his boot he rubbed my balled up cock, reminding me how vulnerable I was. Shirtless with only tiny stretch shorts, I felt like a Fire Island fag. Slash turned to help Vopat cuff my wife's legs, pulling them until Colleen hung like a sack, dangling by feet and arms still screaming her head off, kicking like crazy. Vopat gave her a shove. I could only think of reasserting my manhood somehow. Watching Colleen sway back and forth, I felt the elastic tighten as my cock grew. "Ahh, here they are now. Your Emperors. Tam stepped aside for two Asians. Vopat bowed deeply. One was older, with wrinkled leathery skin, the other an inch less and much younger. Their greetings quickly turned to business, Vopat speaking fluently in Japanese. They exchanged bows again and turned to inspect the merchandise. Vopat put a hand on Colleen's bottom to steady her. Together the two men walked around their prize, craning their necks to check between her legs, her feet even underneath. All the while Vopat rattled on in Japanese, pointing out an overlooked feature of Colleen's. His big hands pulled the black teddy aside. A swift pull yanked a pubic hair from her mound. With pride he held it against her head. "See same color," then catching himself he repeated it in Japanese. The men stopped to examine her head more closely. The younger one lifted her hair letting it fall through his fingers. "Father and son. They like Western women," Slash whispered to me. "Love to fuck `em. Especially the long red hair. He said he will soak it in cum. Ha, ha. Don't worry they don't understand English. Wealthy Japanese business men. Made their money in shipping. Come to here `cause they know Vopat can get them the best flesh. Fresh stuff." Vopat was showing off my wife's breast, now. Her tit was in his hand. He flicked the already erect nipple with his fingernail making the men smile as Colleen cried out. The older man was gesturing with his hands, then pulled out his key-ring. "What is he saying?," I asked. "He is asking if he can pierce the nipple." Vopat was nodding his head. "Vopat says yes. Wait." Vopat was listing intently looking all the time at the key-ring. Slash continued, "He wants the nipple. Two thousand Yen. Wants it pierced so he can hang it on his key-ring. It will bring him much honor when driving his cronies to golf." Colleen could tell that somehow her breast was in jeopardy. She kicked and screamed, even managed to spin over, her back arched at a horrible angle. "How much do you love her?" Slash asked me. "A lot. Stop them. Vopat would sell his own mother." "Then give her up. To me. Or she looses her nipples. Vopat is asking for five. What will it be?" "What exactly do you mean?," I asked. "No time. Yes or no?" The older man held out his hand. "OK, OK. She is yours. Just don't let them do that!" Everyone looked at me. I was screaming. Slash was speaking in Thai. I heard the word upcountry and made out Chiang Mai. Vopat nodded and shrugged his shoulders at the other men in the universal expression for so sorry. The two men dressed in expensive shark skin suits, approached. Vopat pointed at me with obvious pride. They avoided my eyes but looked at my crotch. Slash, pulled my shorts to my knees. "He told them that you are her husband. They say you are a dishonorable to let disgrace befall your woman. Not fit to suck their cock," Slash explained to me. Vopat laughed, nodding his head in agreement. "He is going to get a mint for this one. They will pay plenty to humiliate a beautiful Western girl in front of her husband." As he spoke, a wad of folded bills changed hands. Vopat handed it to Tam who flicked through the bills, nodded at Vopat before replacing the money in his palm. The best bank in Joytown. "Well I got to run. Try and get some sleep, we go upcountry tomorrow." Slash patted my head, like I was a little boy. Vopat waddled through the opening, Slash shut the hatch behind him, leaving us alone with Tam, father and son. You like scented oil or plain? Whatever you want Tam get for honored guest." There were a few moments of polite embarrassment while the men undressed. The younger one turned to me, stroked his rising shaft and put his hand on Colleen's exposed tit. He did not have to speak a word. Again I shook in my chains. "Yankee behave or Tam get gag." "Please turn me over. My back can't stand it," Colleen was pleading. Forgetting my predicament, the two men bumped shoulders while getting between my wife's legs. Father politely insisted that his son take the honor of first fuck. In a superhuman effort, her rage turned her over, twisting her legs around the man. Laughing he kissed and licked behind her knees. Tam moved to gag her, but Father brushed her away. His boy, pulled abruptly at her legs spinning her like a top, face down again. He declined the oil from Tam and worked his hands in the crack of Colleen's rear. She and I hollered as he pulled her apart while spearing her. His head went back, his legs spread for leverage and he thrust, his calves a knot of muscle. Tam took Colleen's waist and rocked her gently in rhythm into the young man. Father moved aside to give me an unobstructed view as they fucked into my woman. Her cries were obviously getting to Tam, she pulled the red hair, forcing Colleen's head back and her mouth open. An invitation for the Japanese warrior. His son grunted in satisfaction, climaxing in Colleen while Dad took her mouth. Before my shocked eyes he savored every inch of her penetration. Taking her head between his hands he so very slowly pulled her mouth down the length of his shaft. It took forever, all the while his face a mask of concentration. The younger man squatted underneath Colleen's open legs, regaining his breath. Still Colleen's mouth was less than half way down his cock, when his eyes flew open. He pulled from her, slapped her face and turned his back on her, facing me his arms folded against his chest. His cock had shrunk and was bright red as if stung by a bee. The younger one jumped up, Tam sprung to life, producing a huge black whip with many strands. The man said something, his eyes never leaving mine. Tam immediately flayed at Colleen's back with the whip. But that was not enough. Honor had been taken. The son tore the teddy from Colleen leaving her naked body swaying and subdued. He yanked the whip away and laid into my wife with a ferocity that I had never seen. Again and again he whipped at her ass and back swinging the whip to strike the sides of her breasts. I was cursing at them, yelling at the old man to stop. Over and over. Then I understood. I hung limp against the wall. Bowing my head, "Please my Emperor." He raised a hand and the beating stopped. His son ran to him, showing him the whip before throwing it down and spitting on it. Apparently he would have preferred a bull whip to beat my woman. The father spoke in Japanese, all the while looking at me. Tam explained it all, "He honorable man. Give you chance to be man again. You cooperate he let you down, not beat your woman like dog. You go talk to woman, now." Tam had pull the ridiculous stretch shorts off. It was good to get off the wall. I bowed and circled around the men. My Emperors. "Colleen, listen. They are not giving me much time. You have to cooperate with these men." Her back was crimson red an overlapping maze of red welts. One hit on the side of her breast where it never gets sun, was especially harsh, cutting into her flesh. "Take them, satisfy them, call them Emperor." "N never." "They pay big Yen. Good customer. Come back many time. Vopat say they be satisfied, whatever it take," Tam added. "Colleen?" I looked into hatred filled eyes. "They say, take her down," Tam was undoing the ropes. To me she said, "He say you put your woman on his cock now." He stood legs apart, arms folded, cock sticking out at us. When we did not move, his son came toward us, whip in hand. Trembling Colleen stood, with tiny steps in those high heels she took my hand and moved towards her emperor. There were rope marks around her ankles and wrists. Again an order in Japanese. "Crawl, worthless dog," Tam commanded. Tam pushed me down besides my wife. Together we crawled to his feet. For the first time I looked up a man's erection, seeing what a woman sees, his balls hairy and hanging heavy with cum, cock thick with purple veins, looking ready to explode. As I watched, a drop of cum, perfectly clear and glistening magically appeared at its single eye. Shocked and revolted I starred. How could a woman bring herself to suck such a thing? Whack! The boy lay into Colleen, a moment later I too felt his whip. Painful yes, but worse is the lingering sting. Not even able to protest, to just take it, exposed all the time for another against your back or ass. A woman's punishment. "Put her mouth on," Tam warned. I took Colleens face, kissed her on the lips then positioned her lips to the tip of his cock. "Better say it," Tam ordered. Two words, "My Emperor," I don't know if they caught the sarcasm in Colleen's voice, but his penis grew to touch her full pink lips. He placed a heavy hand on my head. I knew immediately what it as for. I was his control. He directed my head and I guided Colleen the way he wanted, all for his satisfaction. On my knees I so slowly moved Colleen's head down the length of his shaft. No one spoke, all was concentrated on his pleasure. Colleen's mouth was open wide desperately trying to suck air around the thick shaft entering her throat. Every two or three minutes he would push my head out then quickly pull it back. A sign that I could pull Colleen off. With a gush, she would suck in a lung full of air before I impaled her again on his swollen shaft. Again and again off an on, he only allowed smallest movement down his cock. She raised her eyes to his with relief when at long last her lips touched his sack. His son had positioned her hands behind her back. I could see her throat bulge with him. His grip tightened on my head then rocked me furiously. I may have been slow for the son lashed me with the whip. I rammed Colleen's head back and forth as hard as I could, the lashes still burning on my back. Her mouth made slurping noises as she fucked him with her face. Finally he came shooting long ropes of white goo, the spunk flying everywhere on her face, her hair, eyes, tongue. Another shudder and a stream flew wildly catching me across the face. I moved to wipe it off, but his son grabbed my wrist in an iron grip. It and Colleen's spray would dry on our faces. "Thank you, my Emperor." Tam beamed with pride that Colleen remembered with only a few strokes. My legs ached, my knees were raw. Colleen was exhausted, each breath labored. All night she and I had been servicing the emperors. Tam had led me naked through the club, bring back bamboo mats, beer and sushi. The emperors sat and ate while Tam thought Colleen to dance like a Geisha. Then one of them would put his beer aside and signal. That was my clue to position Colleen the way he wanted. Taking her by the calves I would pull her legs to her head or open her pussy to lay her soft folds against their eager cocks. No one cared about my building desire. Naked my erection throbbing, I had to help the youngest Emperor come in her hair twice in a row. Colleen fared no better, the slightest slap on her backside, still raw from the first beating, or even the threat of the whip was enough to get her thrusting and moaning, her heels flying in the air, her head bobbing at the cock in her mouth. During the night they thought her how to courtesy and say "Thank you my Emperor" in Japanese, at every order while Tam held my head to her hot crotch. When they choose Colleen, instead of me, to hold their pricks while they pissed, I was grateful. Kneeling behind Tam, I massaged her shoulders and watched the emperors play with Colleen. Her hair, looking more brown than the usual red, hung in long sticky strands on her shoulders. A strand curled to her cheek, stuck to cum at the corner of her lips. Naked except for heels she played with the limp cock in her face, bending down to kiss the opening and rising to smile at its owner. The other called, she smiled and bowed, thanked her emperor and carefully made a nest in her hair for his growing prick. I shut it out, and concentrated on pleasing the hard muscles of Tam's whipping arm. The emperors were drained, passed out with smiles on their faces amidst the empty beer bottles. Tam led us, as docile as lambs to a room, no larger than a closet. "You make good whore," she smiled at Colleen. Beyond the tiny barred window the sun was rising. We lay on an old blanket. I turned to Colleen. "What are you doing Reginald? Get off me." But she was to tired to fight. She smelled of them, her hair even her breath but I did not care. I slid in easily in the sloppy hole and fucked madly at her limp body. Not a moan or a shake. I thought of her performing for them and came hard into my wife. --- continued in chapter 4 Stroker Ace gentclub@hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /