“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” screamed J. “FUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!” she yelled as woke up to a searing pain in her loins. She groggily came to. The room was grey and lit poorly. “There there baby!” smiled O looking down at her. She looked down and saw that she was spreadeagled on a chair. Her arms and legs were strapped down to the chair and she was, as it seems like always, completely naked. She looked down at exposed vagina and felt two fingers in her pussy while two more were holding a clit up.
Shockingly, what was happening was that a gruff looking tattooed up Thai man - he looked about late 40s with tan skinned and whispy beard - was piercing her clit! The pain was unbearable. “It hurts!!!!” she screamed as tears rolled down her eyes. As she looked down at her poor pussy, she saw the main pierce the clit. Blood flowed a little from the hot metal of the ring he was placing on her womanhood. But then as painful as it was, he was done in seconds. He rubbed her clit with an alcohol swab and she was done. “All done honey!” O smiled.
J looked down at her pink loins. Everything was red and engorged from the pain and the blood rushing downstairs. And then she realized that the Thai man still had two fingers in her, slowly rubbing in a circular motion. He smiled at her with a toothless smile. And continued to finger fuck her. She couldn’t believe that her body was giving in and she was getting wet. How did she get here?
All she remembered was getting into the car with O. He then offered her some water. “FUCK!” she thought. “Asshole drugged me!” she slowly realized. She suddenly felt a wet mouth on pussy. She looked down and saw the dirty old thai man sucking her cunt. “Ugghhhh…” she moaned as her hips curled up. “Damn girl, you just don’t stop!” heard O. She hated that this man’s mouth was giving her pleasure.
She felt his two fingers and thick tongue lick and twist her womanhood. His tongue felt amazing on her pussy. He pulled her new clit ring with his teeth which made her yelp again. But the pain and pleasure was one now. His tongue was soothing on her newly pierced pussy. It felt good and J couldn’t do anything but give in. Her body was his.
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The old man got up but kept two fingers in J’s pussy slopping around her wet cunt. He bent over and sucked her lift tit. His salvia dripping down her breast and nipples. He was wet and sloppy and a big rough sucking on her tender nipples. J looked away in disgust but moaned as his sausage fingers rubbed her deeply. She tried to shake her hands and legs free from the contraption but couldn’t. All of a sudden the curtain beside her was ripped open. “What??!!!” she screamed looking shocked.
The old man looked up but keep his mouth on her tit. An old lady said “Hurry! Now! Hurry!” gesturing towards J and the old man speaking in broken english. heavily accented in Thai. He groaned disappointedly and his lips left J’s tit. He gave her nipple one last suck and smiled at her. J looked beyond the woman and could see people moving around. As her groggy eyes adjusted to the poorly lit room she saw that she was in a seedy tattoo parlor. There were a couple thai men seated patiently in the back smoking and a couple women who were scantily clad. One was getting a tattoo done while the other looked at her drunkedly.
J should have been embarrassed that she was completely naked and exposed to these people but she was almost used to it. But what the fuck was going on she thought? Where was O? Where was she? The old man slowly removed the fastens on her arms and legs. The lady came up to her and pulled her off the contraption. Her legs ached and so did her arms. J’s hand immediately went to her pussy to her newly pierced pussy. Fuck it hurt! She though. It was tender and hot but it sent sparks of sexual energy u her groin. She brushed her hands in between her thighs and felt her wetness - sticky and slick. Fuck her body - she thought.
The lady pulled J by the arm “Come come!” and J followed. She was naked and barefoot but the thai men didn’t pass her a second look. It must be normal to have naked women come through here. The two thai girls stared her down as she walked past - they seemed disgusted by her. The lady ushered J to a side door which she opened. “No! I can’t go out!” said J shocked that this lady was throwing her out into public. It was dark out and she heard a car outside. “Go!” the lady commanded.
And barefoot and naked, J stepped out as tears began forming in her eyes. But other than the car, no one else was around except for the driver. It was O. J opened the car door and got in. “What the fuck is happening?” J asked him crying. “Oh baby! It’s opening night! You’ve got a long night ahead!” he laughed. J didn’t know what that meant but felt a pit in her stomach. What was he going to do? O laughed as he fastened her seat belt. “Safety first!” he sniggered. He pulled at her clit ring “That looks great!” he said as she yelped again in pain. “Time to go!” he said as he drove off. J looked out of the window as they entered a busy Bangkok street. She was terrified.
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J looked outside the window of the car with tears running down her face. She was in shock. Here she was completely naked in a car – luckily it was an SUV so she was raised and no one could really see her. O was signing softly to some pop song on the radio. Was it Taylor Swift? Fuck me….it was Taylor Swift, thought J to herself quietly. “Ahhh!” she suddenly gasped. Her pierced cunt as burning from the clit ring.
“It’s red as fuck! Looks hot though!” O exclaimed. J closed her legs and covered her tits with her hands as shame set in. It seemed stupid after everything this brute had done to her. How the hell did she end up here? Once again she fought back tears. O slowly turned the car towards a main street. She looked outside and realized that they were in the Sukhumvit area. “Put this on before we get arrested cunt!” he snapped while reaching into the backseat and picking up a black satin robe and throwing it at her. He also a grabbed off slippers that he dropped in her lap.
J slowly put on the robe and covered up feeling the comfort of the cloth around her body. She slipped her feet into the slippers grateful for the minimal comfort of feeling somewhat human again. She looked on as O drove the car down Sukhumvit Road. All of a sudden he turned on Soi 23 to her shock, she realized that he was heading to Soi Cowboy – the infamous redlight of Bangkok filled with strip bars. What was happening?
He stopped right before the Soi Cowboy alley in front of a club. She couldn’t make out what it was called but she noticed a few girls standing outside drinking and eating. And suddenly her brain clicked. They were all wearing the same black robes she was. Did O expect her to….”Yeah you guessed it honey! You wanted to be in show business. Put on a show…well you’re going to put a real show honey. Get the fuck out!” O yelled at her.
J looked at him worriedly “What do you mean? What’s happening?” she stammered. Suddenly the door opened. O released her seat belt as two firm hands dragged J out of the car. Her robe flimsily opened up as she was whisked onto the street. She fought to cover up as turned to face who pulled her out. A large tattooed thai man with a bald head stared at her fiercely. “You work! Now!” he said. J tried to protest but knew it was to no avail. “See you later honey!” O laughed as he shut the door and drove off. While he was her tormentor, J also felt suddenly all alone.
J slowly turned to face the Thai man. “Come!” he commanded. She looked at the thai girls in their robes looking at her. They were whispering and talking about her – judging her, laughing at her. J’s stomach was in the pits. What was going to happen? There were two bouncers seated at the entrance looking at her seedily. A curtain separated the outside from pulsing techno beats. The Thai man grasped her by the hand and led her in. J looked up into the darkness with bewilderment. Her eyes adjusted and the view in front of her was shocking!
(TBC)
What greeted J was a huge round stage. The air reeked of alcohol, sweat and a familiar scent - lust. On the stage, there were about 30 Thai women…girls dancing in various states of undress. Some more slimy bikinis with floss thongs, some wore little tankini and short wraparound skirts that hardly covered their dignity and worst of all some of these girls were completely nude.
It was dark in the bar and the music was so loud but she could see the bar was filled with men, lusting after these sensual gyrating sweaty female bodies. They drank and stared. Some would reach out to grab a girl on the leg, a tit or even more boldly, offer them a finger to their wet soft pussies. It was a stunning sight.
J felt sick in her stomach as she was whisked thru the crowd. She felt different hands grab at her. She felt her robe get pulled, a touch on her breast and ass…she was a toy here like the other women. Some men sat back at the bar in the darkness with the blue glow of discos lights illuminating them here and there. The bar was filled with smoke and visibility was fleeting. But J made out that some of the women sat with these grimy men - giving them lap dances, gyrating on their crotches. She saw women getting fingered, their tits being played with and a couple of them has these men’s cocks out, pleasuring them with their hands.
She would exchange looks with these women here and there and there was a sickening sad but erotic understanding about what they were doing. This was a the life of being a toy in a man’s world.
Soon J was rushed up to a dressing room. It was a small with a wall filled with small lockers and another wall covered with smudgy mirrors. The room was empty except for the male bouncer who had dragged her in. An older skinny woman in a 50s walked up to her. “Take off!” she yelled.
J hesitated but knew what was to come next. She reluctantly slipped off her robe and tried to cover her modesty. “No, take off hand!” the lady yelled. J left her arms drop down beside her revealing a fully naked body to the lady. From the corner of her eye, she could see the bouncer look up and down her body, taking it all in. By almost instinct, he rubbed his crotch to seemingly acknowledge the beauty in from of him.
“I momma Chan ok! You clean now. Mon help!” the lady yelled. Out of the back of the room which was covered by a curtain, there was a flush. Must be a toilet, J thought. A small tan thai girl of about 20 walked out completely in the buff. She smiled at J. “Suay mak” she said which translates to very pretty. She walked up to J and before she could react, started cleaning her face and wiping her body down with wet wipes. She applied some basic makeup as Momma Chan looked over them.
J sat in a chair as she looked at her reflection. “Don’t worry, you ok here!” Mon said as she cleaned J up. She was gentle and caressed J on the shoulder and neck. J hadn’t felt anyone care for her like this in a while. As Mon comber her long hair, she finally finished off by rubbing on a light fragrant lemon grass oil all over her body. She massaged it gently and asked J to stand as she rubbed it into her back, her butt, her legs. As she moved to the front, J left out a soft breath as she massaged her breasts. Mon was small but her hands were strong. They felt amazing…little fingers soothing her battered body. Her nipples became erect.
As Mon moved lower and lower, J looked at her reflection and she could see her pussy getting engorged. Her white fair skin near her groin was filling up with blood and she could see the pink in her crotch and her pussy starting to glisten. Mon was quick to avoid her pussy to her disappointment. Just a quick swipe and then off to her legs. As J’s breath became slower and calmer, Mon quickly popped up. “Ready!” she said with a smile and exited the room almost at once.
Momma Chan looked J over. “Good. Here put this on hand” she said as she passed J a rubber bracelet with a round token on it. There was a number on it and it was 69. “You wear now!’ she commanded. J put the bracelet on as her brain clicked into realization.
“You ready! Come!” Momma Chan smiled. J’s eyes widened with horror. She remember now all the girls dancing on the stage wearing these numbers. Mon was wearing one too. Now it was HER turn to become a piece of meat. J followed Momma Chan in to the darkness of the loud club. She was completely naked wearing nothing but the bracelet and a pair of black heels Mon had left her. She was going to be part of the Bangkok Flesh Trade!
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As the cold air hit her, J’s nipples immediately stood erect. In an odd way, the cool air was somewhat calming around her spent body. She felt a gust of wind flow across a vagina and felt a tingle that caused goosebumps to appear all across her soft, milky white skin. Suddenly Mon appeared with two shot glasses. “Drink’, she gestured. Her hands trembling, J took a shot glass from Mon.
“Drink!” This time, she said it more commandingly. J closed her guys and chugged the tea colored alcohol. It tasted vile! She sputtered “Oh…what?!” “Tequila! Drink!” Mon replied forcing the second shot onto J. She didn’t want to drink it but she knew she had no choice. J took a deep breath and forced down the second shot of “tequila”. J had drunk tequila and this wasn’t it.
“Ok come!” Mon grabbed J and led her to a lift. Yes there was a lift in a bar. As they got in, 3 girls all nude of different heights and body shapes walked out. They looked J over and started laughing in Thai. J immediately looked down, feeling the slight pangs of humiliation setting in. Mon hit the ground floor button. As the lift slowly started moving down, the tequila shots were taking effect. She felt warm and almost high. She also felt her sex starting to throb. It was dull and almost metronomic. But it felt good.
Suddenly the doors opened and the extremely loud techno music snapped her into reality. As her eyes adjusted to the dark club with the pulsing strobe lights, she realized how busy the place was. There were about a hundred men sitting around a circular stage. They were drinking, smoking and laughing. Their show? About 30-40 naked women gyrating on stage. There were stripper poles around the stage. Some men sat right up close at the stage looking up at the women. Only a gynae probably had a more intimate look up at these women. Other men were scattered throughout the club - some at a busy bar while others were in couches and chairs in the dark corners of the club.
Mon grabbed J’s hand and moved through the crowd. J noticed some of the naked women cuddling up to men, some were seated completely nude in their laps rubbing their pussies against, J assumed, hardened packages. Other men were rougher. She noticed a guy forcefully kissing a chick while another was grabbing a girl’s tits. Some of the women looked drugged or drunk with lifeless smiles and giggles. Others looked angry and bored. Suddenly she noticed that some men were looking at her. Heads were turning to check out this fair skinned beauty with raven hair being pulled through a crowd but a smaller tanned Thai girl with perky breasts. They took in her perfectly perky tits and they tried to catch a glimpse of her pussy but were happy to take in round, unblemished smooth ass. She noticed more and more lecherous eyes scanning her looking at her nude body.
All of a sudden, J heard a the DJ make an announcement in Thai. Mon pulled J to the foot of a flight of stairs to the stage. That’s when it hit her. She was going to go up and parade her flesh for all these men to perv on. This would normally have been a horrific situation for her. But maybe it was the alcohol or whatever else that was in it, but J felt tingly all over. She looked down at her shiny oily body. Her nipples were turning pinker and she noticed her pussy starting to get engorged, her lips getting juicier. They were starting to glisten. She was so aroused! She knew that these men wanted a show! And maybe it was a part of her that was broken or a part of her that was finally free, she would give them the best damn show they would ever see.
(To be continued)