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Archive name: Thai4.txt
Authors name: Marlissa (an225040@anon.penet.fi)
Story Title : A Bangkok Slaver Story
4/4 -- (m/f, f/f, b&d, forced incest, white slavery)
NOTE: Parker characters used with the permission of the
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The Stewardess And Her Daughter
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By Marlissa
"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 adver-
tising 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 interest-
ing 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 stan-
dards, 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, con-
tiunuing 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 en-
joyed 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
blow-job. Roxanne's 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.
THE END
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