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The following story contains adult material.  If below the age of 18, go
outside, get some fresh air and do something healthy (g).

If you ARE 18, then  you should know the following story is about a young woman
who is forced into non-consensual sex, public humiliation, and b&d, in both m/f
and f/f situations.  Both the characters and occurences in this series are
completely fictitious.

NOTE:  Parker characters used with the permission of the author.

                                 The Newlywed:
                             A Bangkok Slaver Story
                                  by Marlissa
                             an225040@anon.penet.fi
                                    Part 1/4

My Timex read 10:35 and I crushed out the half-smoked Marlboro with the heel of
my shoe.  The United flight from LA was finally in and I had an appointment to
keep.  A smile and a 100 baht note bought me through customs and I waited
behind a boisterous tour group of Germans, scanning the debarking passengers as
they were hustled through immigration.

I only had the vaguest description from my bagman in immigration security --
redhead with glasses in a pink nylon windbreaker, designer jeans, young,
promising figure.  But hell it was easy enough to spot her.  Confused,
irritated and -- typically American -- very vocal, she was blasting a uniformed
immigration clerk.  I walked up, flipping my fake DEA badge to both the annoyed
clerk and the young woman.

Relief at the official-looking American in the neat dark suit, then anxiety as
her mind clouded with the implications.  She looked up tentatively.  "What the
hell is going on here?"  Not so sure of herself anymore.

Without pausing, I swooped her passport out of the hands of the relieved
immigration clerk, passing him an official looking document.  Actually it is a
note from my inside bagman and a 100 baht note.  He smiled and bowed, leading
us to an empty office, then disappearing back into Arrivals/Customs.

"Meganne Ryan?" I asked politely.

She nodded, then shook her head with a foolish expression. "Uh, actually
Meganne Ryan Linsky -- we were just married yesterday!  Uh, where's my husband?
He was told he had to check something about our luggage and that he could come
right back."  The tone was cosmopolitan world-traveler, but it was definitely a
put-on.  There was a nervous little girl quiver in her voice now.

I nodded, not wanting her spooked.  "Yes, no problem Miss, I mean Mrs. Linsky.
He'll be right back.  There was just an irregularity with your some of your
baggage. He' s been asked to identify your bags.  These a bag similar in
appearance and it is unfortunately filled with controlled substances.  We know
it isn't yours -- should just take a minute to sort out.  There's a scam going
on with unsuspecting tourists like yourself," I explained, sounding
convincingly confidential.  "Baggage gets re-tagged on the ground and smugglers
try to pass their luggage off as yours. As you may know, the DEA is working
with Thai officials here in Bangkok to curb some of the drug smuggling that
goes on -- heroin, opium, hashish --"

Her green eyes popped open in alarm.  "You don't think Donald --"

I shook my head.  "Oh, of course not.  We've checked his records and he's
clean.  Refresh my memory -- he's in the high tech business, right?"

She shook her head, the short stylishly cut orange-red hair swaying curtly.
She adjusted her tortoise shell glasses with short nails that were finely
manicured and coated with clear polish.  She took a harder look at me now.  "No
-- insurance," she replied warily.

"Of course, of course."  I looked at her passport again, checking the age --
twenty -- and made a logical leap.  Voice was polished, East Coast.  "And you
are still in college right?"

She smiled now, more at ease.  "Right -- I graduate in six months from Boston
College in accounting.  Donald is a year older than me," she explained, "and
after graduation we'll settle right down and..." she grinned,  "start on a
family."

I could see her now -- in a plaid skirt and monogrammed sweater, clutching her
accounting text books, walking across campus, nose in the air.  Intellectual,
somewhat uptight, with a high degree of self-possession, she was the kind of
girl who tended to do well in her career, marry well and maintain a superior
view of the world.  Balanced, conservative and thoroughly predictable.  That
summed up Meganne Ryan's world.  Until now.

"We just couldn't wait to get married so here we are!  Eloped! Off to Bangkok
for a honeymoon!  We got the best deal at the last minute!  No one even knows
we're here!" she confided impishly.  Her chin jutted out in self-satisfaction
and she unconsciously played with her gold crucifix necklace.  Then she frowned
worriedly.  "God -- I can't believe we got mixed up with drug smugglers!
Should I call a lawyer or something?"

I waved my hand and laughed.  "God, no -- these things happen all the time!
You've got nothing to worry about.  We just need Donald to look through your
bags and make sure there's no mistake."  Actually Donald was being led through
the farthest warehouse from Changi Airport.  His luggage had been "lost" and he
needed to identify it -- another couple hundred baht to a baggage handler.  I
could see the blandly good-looking, bewildered Donald being led into the bowels
of the huge holding area for commercial cargo.

I checked my watch again.  I had at least another hour.  I looked up and smiled
reassuringly.  I needed to make a decision -- now. Would this be the one?  I
examined her closely.  Not a beauty -- maybe a respectable seven at best.  The
face was nice -- lightly made up with high, full arching eyebrows over
intelligent pale green eyes, bright if thin red lips on a pale freckled face.
The nose was long and prominent, but the cheekbones were high and the
complexion good.  She was tall and willowy, her rounded slim hips giving her a
coltish athletic appeal.  Leggy too -- a big plus, considering.  If her tits
were even half-way decent sized -- tough to tell with her baggy windbreaker --
she'd buy my way out with money to spare.

"Can I take your jacket?  Bangkok is an awfully humid place."

The thin red lips pursed in a politely grateful smile and shook her head.  "No
thanks -- when will Donald be here?  He knows where I am, right?"

I smiled.  "Of course he does.  Say, can I get you something to drink while we
wait?  Shouldn't be more than a few more minutes.  I'll call down to the other
agents and get you a local drink I think you'll like.  Then of course, I'll
have an embassy car take you and Donald to the hotel at once -- the least we
can do for the inconvenience!"

The green eyes flashed in appreciation.  An embassy escort! "That'd be great,
Mr..."

"Agent Jackson, Ma'am.  I'll be right back with something good."

                                  ************

Earlier that evening.  Me, Vopat and Tam drinking Kloster's in the back office
of Candyland.

"Joe in big trouble, yes?"  Vopat's weasally eyes narrowed, looking at a mouse
caught in a trap.  That mouse -- me.  Tam eyeing me too -- her cold round blue
eyes and tapered nose in sharp contrast to her dark Thai skin and small, hard
Thai girl- body.

"Yeah.  You know then?"

His smile was wide, if not sympathetic.  "Everyone in Joytown know.  Colonel
Chao very unhappy, very, very unhappy.  Say Joytown not good place for you to
be anymore unless you see him soon."  He hissed "soooon" and I restrained a
shiver.  I wasn't going to give this fat creep the pleasure.

I shrugged.  "Joytown is a small place, isn't it?"  The collection of go-go
bars, strip joints and bordellos known as Joytown was hardcore Bangkok.
Tourists didn't know Joytown, because tourists wound up getting killed there.
It was off-limits except for the hardcore farang or foreigners who lived
longterm in Bangkok -- who knew the rules and could handle it.  It made Patpong
look like Disneyland, catering to every demented sexual fantasy devised by Thai
or farang alike.  And it had been my home turf for the last five years.  Until
now.

"I intend to see the Colonel very soon.  Soon no more problems."

Vopat grinned.  Tam, his head girl, sneered.  "Chao kill you dead, Joe," she
whispered loudly.  Her blue eyes flaming to life with the prospect.  She hated
me and despite her taut exotic beauty, the feeling was mutual.  I knew it
wasn't personal -- it was all about an American father who deserted her mother
years ago to go back to his Western wife.  She hated American men, only hating
the most-times invisible American women even more.

I downed my Kloster and started to rise.  She was right and I was depressed.
The Chang Mai mineral concession bought with Chao's loan had proved a hoax, the
paper on the land all fake. Which meant six months and twenty-five thousand
baht down the drain.  Chao's money -- not mine.  My prospects for a straight
gig up in smoke,  and my prospects from continuing existence on this earth on
the same course -- unless I could get the money back to Chao somehow.
Otherwise a certain Thai police colonel was going to have my ass for lunch the
following day.

Vopat's chubby hand fell on mine, pulling me gently back down.  "Maybe we do
business."

I listened helplessly, watching Tam's face brightened with every detail her
boss threw out.  A half hour later I nodded.

                                ****************

The eucalyptus juice had been the right approach.  Booze would have been too
suspicious.  Meganne had sucked it right down, eager to try a local delicacy --
no doubt part of the honeymoon story she would bring back.  "And then the DEA
agent got me this stuff they drink there made out of eucalyptus!  I was
finishing it when Donald FINALLY came back with the luggage and we got to the
hotel in an embassy car -- can you believe it????"

But it wasn't the honeymoon suite at the Oriental she was going to.  She dozed
heavily on the sedatives I had laced the drink with as I picked her up out of
the back trunk.  Going up the backway, I knocked on Vopat's back office
entrance.  The place looked like a downscale housing project in the Bronx, but
it had an airtight security system -- no one in or out unless it was necessary.
The steel reinforced door opened and I entered.

Tam gave me a barely perceptible bow.  "You sit -- Vopat here soon."

                                  ************

I took a seat, placing the comatose girl at my feet.  The mickey was
double-dosed -- she wasn't going anywhere.  Bored, I rummaged through her
purse.  There was a wallet, which I quickly divested of about five hundred in
traveler's checks and another two hundred in US dollars.  There were some
photographs -- the boyfriend-now-husband looking around sheepishly sitting with
his future wife's arm positively around his waist, a faded black and white of
an older man, a group shot of fresh-faced sorority girls in front of a snowman.

I dug deeper, finding birth control pills, tampons, Certs, keys on a Delta
Omega sorority keychain, a membership card for "The Tannercise Club -- Where
Girls Get Tan, Trim & Fit!," spare change, a half-off coupon for L'Eggs
pantyhose, pink lipstick, clear nail polish, a compact, a brush, a nail
clipper, a small sample bottle of Chanel No. 5, an undergrad library card for
the Boston College library, a civil wedding license from the city of Revere,
Massachusetts, an address book, a folded-up study guide for next semester's
courses, and a paperback travel guide -- "Thailand on Twenty Dollars A Day."
Tucked inside the book was a travel magazine article cheerily entitled "Why Not
Bangkok -- For The Perfect Honeymoon!"  There was a copy of her grades over the
past semester: Advanced Accounting Practices- 3.5, Basic Business Law-3.3,
Intermediate Marketing Theory-3.7, Intro to the Classics-2.5, and
Statistics-4.0.  Bright girl.

Digging deeper, I found a small, tattered black leather notebook, locked with a
nickel-plated clasp.  I tried to pull the cover open, but the lock refused to
give.  I searched for the keychain and found the small matching nickel-plated
key. Unlocking it, the pages flipped open naturally, revealing page after page
of prim, cursive script in blue ink.  I flipped back to the first page.
"Meganne Ryan's Journal" was inked on the cover page in a confident, looping
feminine hand.

Fascinated, I began reading, flipping from entry to entry...

"Donald is so cute -- he practically begged me tonight to let him do it with
me!  I won't of course -- not till we're married.  If he only knew about Tom
from last semester!  But Donald really is a better choice -- more money for one
thing (I double-checked-- his father IS the president of Cosmopolitan Fire
Surety, only the biggest insurance company on the East Coast!!!  And Donald's
working there too- as a VICE PRESIDENT!!!) and easier to keep in line.  Poor
thing was so desperate, so I did give him a little feel down there with my hand
--"

"My stepmother wrote -- first time since I left home.  She's trying to be nice,
but it is obvious she's just going through the motions.  Asked me if I wanted
to come home for Christmas and didn't ask real enthusiastically either.  Since
Dad died a couple years ago though -- what's the point?  Millstone, Maine seems
like a hundred million miles away from here.  I've gotten my scholarship on my
own- she never did anything for me.  I wrote her back saying I couldn't -- I
was doing senior year in Italy.  Also that I might end up working there after
graduation for a few years.  Anything to keep her out of my life.  Good -- now I
don't have to bother with Millstone ever again!  I can see it now -- crummy
boarded up Main street, the burned out mill, the --"

"Donald is behaving nicely.  He no longer talks about waiting till after
graduation to get married.  Good!  I'm not waiting that long and he is doing
well enough in the job his dad got him in insurance so we can afford a decent
honeymoon a lot sooner than then!  Still won't tell his parents about me --
snob!  Just because he's from old Boston money and I'm from dead dirt farmers
in Maine.  Like he's so experienced -- I'm about the only girl he's ever gone
out with!  He's so inexperienced.  Why just the other night..."

"I'm getting tired of his wishy-washiness.  When we get married, I'll have to
whip him into shape.  Why is it that all men have to act like they're the boss,
when it is perfectly clear that women run things?  He's so stubborn!  Until he
wants to mess around, that is!  Tonight I let him feel me up -- he was so
grateful!  Even if I can tell he isn't total thrilled with the size of my boobs
-- still, his hands were pretty busy under my blouse --"

"Big fight with Donald tonight.  I laid down the ultimatum -- either we get
married during winter break or else it's over!  He thinks I'll back down, but I
won't.  And I'll win -- because we both know I have what he wants!"

"Donald came crawling back -- that didn't take long.  I let him squirm for a
while then forgave him.  He was practically crying with relief!  He was so cute
I even told him we could do it.  It didn't take very long -- he's not anywhere
near as big as Tom! Poor thing was so excited -- it was over in a minute!  I
just thought about where I wanted us to buy -- Dover or Sudbury? Addresses are
so important to make the right connections --"

"Donald says he is breaking up with me.  I try to be nice and this is what I
get for it!  Well, Donny-boy -- I won't let you get away that easily!  He
thinks I'm some hick chick he can screw and abandon, but he doesn't know who
he's dealing with --"

"Showed Donald the report my sorority sister Carol gave me. She works in the
clinic for work-study and faked a positive pregnancy test.  Big dumb Donald was
mad for a minute, then he hugged me and said of course we'll get married.
Finally! Like he thought he was getting away without a fight!"

"Made Donald withdraw all his bonus money for a decent ring and our honeymoon.
Got a nice full carat diamond from Shiffer & Laverly's -- it is gorgeous!  I'm
keeping it a secret till after I get back from the honeymoon, but I can't wait
to show all my sorority sisters!  All except for Carol -- she's transferring to
a school out West.  Too bad -- she's been a real friend!  Donald still hasn't
said anything to his family or friends.  He's so chicken he'll get talked out
of it by his parents.  Says he'll tell everyone when we get back and it is a
'done deal.' Fine -- I'm too excited about the honeymoon to care."

"I can't believe we're going to Bangkok!  It is so exotic -- the 'Traveler
World' article said it was the most interesting place. And to think I've never
even been out of New England!  Donald got his blood test done only after I
nagged him for a solid week! Next Tuesday and we're off to the Clerk's Office!"

"Donald asked me if I could wear something that would make my boobs bigger
during our honeymoon -- says he was just being honest about what he wanted.
God -- what a jerk!  But we're getting the license tomorrow.  I can't risk him
backing out now.  And he did ask in the most whining way.  So I told him, sure
honey  I'll wear something you'll like.

Can't wait to lay the law down with Donny-boy.  He has such wrong ideas about
what our marriage is going to be like -- like about my staying home with our
'baby' and being some kind of Stepford wife -- wrong!!!  Like I'm going to stay
home and bake cookies all day!  I'm not stopping till I'm running one of the
Big Eight accounting firms.  And with Donald's family connections, that's not
so impossible."

