THE STEWARDESS AND HER DAUGHTER

BY MARLISSA

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

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

"Dear Mr. Jackson,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, how...?"

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

"So how did you...?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

How touching. A mother-daughter reunion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well?"

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

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

Roxanne twitsed her neck to Tam then back to me. "Yes, of course
she is-- she's only fifteen! I thought you said, you said if I
did, did what she said, that, that---" "He say you be good girl,
little Sarah not get hurt. Not hurt not same as not fucked,
bitch," Tam explained cruelly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Has she ever asked you about boys? Has she ever had a little
boyfriend?" Tam flexed the crop menacingly underneath Roxanne's
chin . Roxanne nodded hesitantly. "Y-y-y-yes." She was stammering
badly now. "She w-w-wanted to k-k-know a-b-b-bout how to k-k-kiss
a b-b-boy." Her lank blonde bangs hung over her eyes wildly and
she looked like a plane crash survivor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

"Good morning little sluts!" Tam sneered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuckin' A!" yelled back an American. Assents rumbled up from the
small tables and booths. I noticed the Thai bargirls giggling and
nodding too. For once, they weren't the subject of the
humiliation--it was the stuck up white sluts on stage. Tam
gestured for silence. Then, raising her riding crop, she waved it
over the rowdy men and bargirls. They responded with gusto.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What if someone checks?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You have the money for our arrangement?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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