BS-1-2.TXT -- (m/f, f/f, b&d, white slavery)


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.