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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 Stewardess And Her Daughter:
                             A Bangkok Slaver Story

                                  By Marlissa
                             an225040@anon.penet.fi
                                    PART 4/4

"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'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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