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Archive name: Thai2.txt
Authors name: Marlissa (an225040@anon.penet.fi)
Story Title : A Bangkok Slaver Story
2/4 -- (m/f, f/f, b&d, forced incest, white slavery)
NOTE: Parker characters used with the permission of the
author.
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This story contains sexual situations and should be read
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The Stewardess And Her Daughter
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By Marlissa
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 -- every-
thing. 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 pro-
tected 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 every-
thing 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 to-
gether 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 ex-
plaining. 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 snug-
gle 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 every-
thing 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 stif-
fened, eyes dilated.
"Has she ever asked you about boys? Has she
never 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 snif-
fling of the two Bodwell girls like soft, sorrowful
and unbearable music in my jaded ears.
**************
Which brought me back to the Bodwell girls sit-
ting 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 per-
form 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 enthusi-
astically 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, blush-
ingly. 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 antic-
ipation 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 punish-
ment 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 piti-
fully 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 with-
out 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. Look-
ing 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 quiver-
ing 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 de-
corously 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 mo-
ment'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 immature-
ly 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 meek-
ly 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 over-
heated 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 sar
castically. "Now play nuzzle-titties for us, sluts."
Instantly, the Bodwell girls untangled them-
selves. 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 lit-
tle lezzies?" Again, the answer was YES!
Continued in part 3. . .
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