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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 2/4

Footsteps broke the quiet and I closed the diary.  It was Vopat. He seemed
pleased, his fat face jiggling at the sight of the drugged unconscious white
woman.  "She look like good value Joe.  Not blonde, but still o.k.  Could be
good deal for you."

Like most all Asian men, Vopat thought all American women were buxom blonde
cheerleader types.  Clearly that's what he had been expecting, but a redhead
was still exotically acceptable.  I handcuffed the girl's hands behind her.
She moaned but was still deep in the stupor of the drug.

"Good deal, my ass.  We're talking fifty thousand baht -- just like we said."
He just continued to smile, his hands on his belt now.

To be on the safe side, I gagged her as well, then threw the cuffs over a hook
hanging in the middle of the room.  As the weight bit into her wrists, her eyes
jerked open with a start. Squinting, she tried to get a bearing on where she
was, her green eyes flashing confusion then fright as she recognized me.

"Ump, g'ump m'ump --"

Tam appeared from between acts in her trademark black bikini top, spandex
hotpants, three inch heels and holding her badge of authority -- the riding
crop.  She didn't dance any more but kept discipline among Vopat's other girls.
Her open palm caught the pale cheek of Meganne Linsky's face like a typhoon
wave hits a shoreline.  The pale girl began to shake in teary agony.

"Shut up bitch!" Tam ordered, with another palm raised.  The girl shivered, but
stilled herself.

I tossed her passport, purse, wallet and jewelry on the table. Tam immediately
snatched up the two rings and slipping them on her two finger, showed them off
to Vopat.

"Pretty!  For Tam?" she demanded.

Vopat shrugged and Meganne Linsky watched as the Thai whoretrainer took
possession of her wedding and engagement rings in impotent rage and fear.  With
calculated spite, the Thai flashed the rings in the face of the American girl.

"Mine now bitch!" she hissed.  Then she yanked off the crucifx as well, tossing
that on the floor.

Those green eyes were on me now and I wanted out.  "All right, gimme my dough
-- fifty thousand, Vopat.  I delivered the goods and I want my money."

The newlywed Meganne Linsky realized the goods I was referring to was in fact
her.  She tried to scream, but the gag muffled her.  She swung wildly from the
steel ceiling hook, kicking and crying.  Vopat shook his bald head and Tam
swung back with her crop.  It landed square on Meganne's ass and the squealing
intensified.

"First I inspect new property, Joe.  Tam!  Enough!"

Tam dropped the crop.  The white girl was still again, only the sniffles
disturbing the fetid air of the dingy office.

"Strip the bitch so Joe can get his payment," Vopat ordered.

Tam bowed -- she knew Vopat's business voice well.  She dropped to her knees
and unlaced Meganne's Reeboks, then proceeded to pull off her socks and Chic
jeans.  Her long, shapely pale legs wanted to kick at Tam, but Meganne had
learned a taste of the price of such a move so she remained still.

"Joe -- what that mean?" Vopat snapped at Meganne's undergarment.  The American
girl cringed at the touch but remained still.

I chuckled at the absurdity of it.  He was referring to the little g-string she
was wearing.  It was a dainty triangle of white silk with a red heart over the
center.  On the heart was embroidered in cursive script "Only For My Hubby".

"It's for her wedding night Vopat.  She just got married and she put it on as a
surprise for her husband on their honeymoon. She probably got it at her bridal
shower from one of her girlfriends, didn't you Meganne?"

She nodded, searching my eyes for any empathy.  Her pleas hung silently in the
air.  ****God, please get me out of here ****Please***Please***Please***
Please****

I turned back to the Thai.  "Aren't you a romantic at all, Vopat? She's just
trying to be sexy for her new husband."

A thought occurred to him.  "She virgin Joe?  If she virgin -- that mean extra
for you!"  His pudgy hands rubbed themselves in glee at the prospect.

I shook my head.  When she had mentioned Boston College, visions of a nice
Catholic schoolgirl in a plaid skirt had filled my head too.  But I knew it
wasn't so -- the birth control pills in her purse said otherwise.  "No,
unfortunately I doubt you can find a twenty year old virgin in America anymore
Vopat.  Still, you'll agree, she IS fresh."  I caressed her pale, white cheek.

I noted that she tried to brush against my hand.  Smart girl -- playing for
angles.  She'd play to the American.  Better him than the two Thais.  She
wasn't an accounting major for nothing.  Still, fifty thousand baht weighed
more heavily than the fake affections of a soon-to-be bargirl -- white or not.
I could buy lots of affection for the remaining twenty-five thousand baht I'd
have left over.  It only cost five hundred baht a night for one girl -- and
hell, I'd bought a half dozen one drunken evening in Joytown.

Vopat nodded.  "Fresh, yes.  Maybe I call her Red.  You like that name girlee?"
He stroked the girl's cheek now but she twisted away.

I backed away and Tam continued to strip the girl.  Unzipping the wind breaker,
I was relieved to see a pair of ripe B cups staring back at me from underneath
a white Boston College t- shirt.  Not huge but o.k.  Vopat nodded, pleased.  He
put a premium on big tits as most Thai girls weren't big up top. Luckily these
seem to pass muster.

"O.k.?"

Tam held up her hand.  "First off shirt, then pay Vopat."  He agreed and she
produced a knife, cutting away the fabric before Meganne's helpless eyes.  The
brassiere matched her g- string, a white and red silk affair with frilly lacy
shoulder straps and a little red bow where the two cups met.  Tam unclipped the
bow and the two cups parted.

Tam was wracked with laughter.  Vopat turned red, staring at me.  I swallowed
hard.  Meganne looked away as the three of us focused on the two falsies on the
floor, then at her chest.  I remembered the diary but had forgotten to manage
Vopat's expectations.  Big mistake.

I waied -- the traditional Thai gesture to show respect.  "Vopat, my apologies.
I had no idea."

Vopat remained impassive, a tight smile on his face.  

"We can renegotiate, of course," I added, stating the obvious.  I was desperate
now -- if he didn't want her, who would?  And what would I do with Mrs. Meganne
Linsky?  I doubted the Colonel would accept her in lieu of payment.  As I
struggled to find a solution, Tam let her hands curl around the nude girl.

Cruelly, she tweaked the nipples on the girl's small nubby breasts.  The
nipples hardened quickly in the cool air conditioned air and the breasts
swelled as much as they might under Tam's touch.  They were slight mounds,
maybe AA cups at best.  Training bra breasts of a thirteen year old -- not a
twenty year old college girl.  "Are you a girlee or lady-boy? Huh?"

This seemed the most humiliating question that could have been posed to
Meganne, because she blushed a tropical red and began to cry.  Not tears of
rage, but tears of utter humiliation. Idly, I wondered how many tears she had
shed over those two less-than-handfuls throughout her high school and college
years.  How many dateless nights, how many cruel jibes from other girls and
boys...

Tam had inserted her hand underneath Meganne's wedding night panty and then
between her legs.  From the way the Thai girl viciously twisted her wrist
underneath those panties and the horrified way Meganne's hips suddenly
circle-jerked, I could guess what Tam was doing.  "Guess you a girlee
afterall!" Tam giggled again.

"Forty-five thousand," I offered in a conciliatory tone.  Vopat stared at me
with that steely-hard smile and shook his head. No counter-offer was a bad
sign.

As we faced off, I rattled my brain cells to come up with a selling strategy.
I needed money.  I needed it badly.  And Vopat knew that.  He had the
advantage, but he was still so pissed off at the loss of face that he wasn't
budging.  It was then that I noticed what Tam was doing.

The brown-skinned Thai girl was playing with Meganne's tiny breasts in
fascination, tweaking the nipples with that feral grin of hers as Meganne
squirmed in agony.  The helpless redhead tried to separate herself from her new
admirer in an impotent paroxysm of sways and shoves.  I doubted that even if
she were being mauled by a man that way Meganne Linsky wouldn't have hated it
as much.  But being fondled by another woman was too much.  Tears were
cascading down those fine high-sculpted cheeks of hers.  Tam just smiled and
licked Meganne's pink ears.

"I think maybe Tam has a new friend."

Vopat saw what I saw and grunted.  "No care.  No want."  

Tam heard this and untwined herself from the suspended girl, to Meganne's
obvious relief.  Her cold blue eyes grew luminescent in the cool backoffice as
she cuddled next to her employer and whispered in his ear.  Vopat's angry smile
softened, chuckled, grew amused and finally laughed at his head girl's
suggestions.  He patted her hotpanted backside and Tam withdrew to his side,
handing him a calculator.

It was the traditional Asian way of negotiating a price -- the calculator made
the offer.  If the offer was refused, there was no loss of face.  He was going
to negotiate.  I had no idea why -- obviously something Tam had said.  I didn't
care.  My appointment with the Colonel was coming up. I sighed inwardly as he
punched in a number and handed it to me.

I took it.  It read fifteen thousand.  Not a great start.  I shook my head
politely, punched in a new number, which he in turn refused and
counter-offered.  We impassed at twenty-five thousand baht.  Exactly the amount
of my debt -- as Vopat knew.

I looked at Meganne Linsky.  Her own green eyes had darted from between me and
Vopat like an observer at a tennis match. They were wide and teary behind those
tortoise shells of hers. I remembered she had said she was an accounting major.
She had an inkling of what was going on, I was sure.  What thoughts were
streaming through that captive brain of hers? That if she had waited six months
to graduate, that if she hadn't eloped, that this would never have happened to
her?  How would she escape?  Would ransom do it?  How much would they want?  In
the meantime, what would they do to her?  And would her Donald even want her
back?  Would she ever get back to her middle class college girl life again?

If I accepted Vopat's offer, I knew the answers to all those questions.
Especially the last one.  New white female flesh was too valuable in this part
of the world to part for cash, despite Vopat's haggling and despite her less
than generous bust.  But she would learn these answers herself over the next
few months -- slowly, probably painfully, but she would learn them.  I knew
that because of two things -- Tam's evil, hungry smile and my nod, accepting
Vopat's offer.

Meganne moaned as we shook hands, sealing the deal.  

With the handshake, Tam grinned like a Siamese cat and sauntered up to the
hanging, pantied white girl.  Thai girls love white complexions -- the paler
the better -- and I could see Tam enviously examine Meganne's freckled, pale
skin.  Then Tam's nose wrinkled in disgust and she pulled off Meganne's
glasses, flinging them down to the ground.  Without looking down, Tam ground
the spectacles and smashed her spike heel through each lens.  Meganne squinted
down at the smashed glass, anxiety washing over her again.

"Not pretty on new girl.  Vopat, what new girls' name?  Still 'Red'?  Or that
no good now?  I think no good now," Tam added slyly.

Vopat's big face turned without the neck seeming to move. "What name you like,
Tam?"

The Thai girl catily pulled on the white girl's breasts.  "She flat... so why
not 'Flatsee'?"

Vopat shrugged.  It was as good as any other.  He chucked up Meganne's chin.
"You hear Tam?  You name Flatsee from now on.  You nod so I know you
understand."

Meganne's body flailed again in violent reaction to this.  It was as if she had
been electrified with a shame too awful to swallow.  Her long white legs swung
wildly -- even as Tam drew back her riding crop.  Five brisk swings later,
Meganne shivered in surrender, her backside striped with crimson.  Tam loosened
the gag.  She looked up, her pretty face bathed in dumb amazement and flushed
pain.

"Vopat ask you if you know your new name.  You say your new name," Tam
commanded.

Meganne's lips fluttered pitifully, all the while looking straight at me.
"F-flat-s-s-see."  Tam grinned.  Her newest girl had just accepted her
rechristening with hardly any effort.

Tam drew back the crop and Meganne began to cry.  But the Thai girl merely
patted the pantied white girl's ass with it. "You be good girl now, Flatsee.  I
train you to be very good bar girl.  You make Vopat lots of dollars at
Candyland."

Meganne's lips tightened and then screamed.  "God, nooooo! Please!  Don't!
Anything!  I'll pay!  Any amount -- please!" She focused on me with her squinty
eyes.  "God, you're an American!  You can't leave me with them!  Please -- I'll
do anything -- ANYTHING!!!!!!"

Involuntarily, my cock twitched up.  Anything.  I hesitated for a second and I
think -- I'm not sure -- that the hint of a grateful smile was beginning to
blossom on her wan, desperate face. But my palm was already out, collecting the
twenty-five thousand baht due me for my merchandise.  And Tam had already
jammed the gag back over her mouth and wrenched the honeymoon g-string off.

Vopat smiled.  "Twenty-five thousand baht," he declared. "You make Colonel
happy now?"

I looked at Mrs. Meganne Ryan Linsky as she was being trained by her new
mistress, Tam, Candyland's whoretrainer. Her legs were cuffed and Tam had
decided to break the new girl's spirit through a thorough cropping.  Meganne's
long legs struggled to dance in the cuff bonds as stroke after stroke fell on
the smoothly curved naked backside.  Tam relished her work as she repeated the
girl's new name over and over again.

"FLATSEE FLATSEE FLATSEE FLATSEE FLATSEE..."

As I watched the torrents of tears flow down the newlywed wife on her
honeymoon, I wondered how things had come to this state -- how I had come to
such a place where I was selling female flesh for a mere thousand US.  And then
I remembered I had to go.  I bowed to Vopat and he clapped my back.

"We do business again, I think, Joe."  He seemed certain.  

I wasn't and didn't reply.  I looked back one last time.  Tam was shaving the
girl's orangey-red mound as the shell shocked girl sniffled.  She looked at me,
the look as audible to me as the most pathetic begging, searing into my memory
forever.  It was the most despicable thing I'd ever done, but I didn't have
time to think about that now.  I shrugged and turned.  I had a date with a
colonel.

