“This is my daughter’s life we’re talking about here.”

Assistant Director Hender sighed. “Sir, I understand that.”

“I don’t think you do.”

“I agree with Mr. Stanford.” Lance Hender turned to see Philip Kennedy, Janice Stanford’s fiance. “It’s just too risky. They’ve asked for…”

“I don’t need you’re support, boy,” the older man interrupted. “I’m quite capable of handling this myself.”

“Yes sir.” Kennedy looked down.

R. Terrance Stanford III turned his attention back to the two FBI men seated across the desk in front of him. The older one, Lance Hender, shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked away. The younger, Harrison Crawford, just stared, unblinking.

“Sir…”

“Gentlemen,” Stanford continued, interrupting Hender, “I’ve made up my mind. I can afford the money. Won’t even notice it’s gone. I’m going to follow instructions and send Philip to Bangkok with the money tomorrow. That’ll be the end of it.”

“But sir,” Hender tried again, “we have reason to believe that…”.

“I’ll hear no more about it.”

The room fell silent for a moment.

Stanford nodded. “Now, if there’s nothing…”

“Mr. Stanford.” Crawford spoke for the first time since entering the room. “I’ve dealt with these people before. Let me tell you what’s going to happen.”

“I told you…”

“Your future son in law will disappear. With the diamonds. His body may turn up in a Bangkok gutter somewhere. Maybe not.” Philip Kennedy looked away, his face white. “And neither your daughter nor the other two girls will be seen again. At least not in person.”

Stanford frowned. “If you think…”

“But you will get pictures.” Crawford leaned forward, grey eyes burning. “You will see your lovely daughter fucking dozens of men and women in every possible way, all the time moaning and smiling for the camera like the eager whore she’ll have become. After a while, you’ll see videos - the same videos that’ll be for sale on the black market and under the counter at your local video store - of her with dogs… horses… donkeys… whatever sick act they think they can sell…”

“Harrison…”

Hender put a hand on the younger man’s arm, but Crawford ignored him. "And after she’s too fucked out to make them any money in the video market or as a whore, they’ll prepare her for the freak market. Rings… mutilation… amputation… "

“Stop it!”

Kennedy looked like he was about to throw up. “And then one day… maybe a year, maybe two… your finally get lucky. And they’ll stop.”

The room fell silent.

Stanford’s face was damp with perspiration as he stared at the FBI agent.

Crawford took a deep breath. “You see, sir, I know these people. Better than anyone. They… my sister was… taken…” The FBI agent’s voice broke for a moment, but he quickly regained control. “… and I know - I know - what’s going to happen. What you’re going to go through if you don’t give us a chance. Give me a chance to stop them.”

Stanford turned away and stared for a moment out the tinted window at the city. Finally, he spoke: “what do you have in mind?”

Hender sighed as the elevator doors slid shut. “Don’t you think that was a little much in there?”

Crawford looked over at him. “Huh?”

“The monologue,” Hender explained. “A little over the top?”

“No.”

“We don’t even know for sure that the kidnapping is connected to this Jackson character.”

“It is,” Crawford stated grimly. “It is.”

I was so pissed off at Vopat for not letting me in on the purpose of his little kidnap scheme it was three days before I sobered up enough to remember the money I’d been promised. Maybe I could get it and get the hell out of Bangkok before all hell broke loose. So I went back to Candyland. The bartender told me that Vopat was away on some kind of business but that I could wait in the office. I grabbed a Klosters for the hangover and went through the door at the back of the club.

She was there. The redhead.

The one who’d set whole thing up.

She looked up at me as I entered the room. “Through sulking, I see,” she sneered. I just stared at her. God, she looked good. Her thick red hair was combed back from her face in a wave and was held in place with a large beret. She was wearing a knee length green skirt and a dark yellow blouse which set off her green eyes perfectly. Sexy as hell.

For some reason, I hated the bitch.

“I’m looking for Vopat,” I told her, taking a mouthful of beer.

She smiled. “He’ll be back.”

I shrugged and fell back onto Vopat’s old couch.

Still smiling, she crossed her arms and walked slowly towards me. “Vopat tells me you’re an American.”

“Vopat talks too much.” I took another mouthful of beer and then looked up at her. “Yeah,” I admitted. “I’m from the States. Haven’t been there in a long time.”

“I know. You’re english sounds… odd. Unused.”

I thought about it for a second and then shrugged again.

“Tell me,” she said, now standing directly above me. “What made you become a… a slaver, Vopat called it. Why do you…”

“I’m a businessman,” I interrupted. “I do what I need to do for money. That’s all.” I tried to take another mouthful of Klosters, but the bottle was empty.

Shit.

“Oh, I don’t believe that,” she said mockingly. The redhead turned and walked across the room. “It can’t be just the money. There must be something else.” I watched, mesmerised, as she turned, leaned against Vopat’s desk and slowly ran her tongue across her upper lip. “You like it don’t you… bringing young girls into a…” She smirked. “… a fate worse than death.”

I turned away.

She laughed.

“Want to see what Tam’s training them for?”

“Pass.”

Last thing I needed right now.

“Oh, come on.” She walked up and kneeled down in front of me. I stared into those bright green eyes. “A man like you… you’ll like it.” She brought up a hand and caressed my cheek. God… it had been so long… “C’mon Joe.” Her voice was low and husky. “Let’s watch.”

How could I say no?

I got up and let her lead me across the room and through a small door into an alcove Vopat had installed behind his office. It was no more than a small chamber with a large glass window along one side in front of a desk. On the other side of the window was the large mirror which covered one wall in the next room. It was a large room, about the size of the stage in the club.

Tam’s training room.

Melissa and Amanda stood fastened against a wall by a single set of handcuffs to a metal hook. The blonde and the brunette were dressed identically in cute little school girl outfits. The costumes seemed similar to those which had been used in the Bodwell’s mother daughter act: a white, short-sleeved blouse (one or two sizes too small, of course, to emphasize their assets), a grey, pleated skirt which dropped down to mid thigh and white knee socks. The three inch heels were a little out of place, but worked nicely anyway. The blonde girl had her flaxen hair done up in two girlish pony tails, one on each side of her head; the brunette’s was in a cascade of bouncy curls. Both girls wore minimal makeup. A perfect school girl / slut outfit. Tam knew what she was doing.

The room must have been miked, 'cause I could hear their heavy, uneven breathing and occasional sobs from a small speaker into the wall of the alcove. The breathing sounded a bit odd, so I took a closer look. Their eyes were a little glazed. Tam had been using drugs. I turned to Janice to say something, but she just shook her head and put her hand up to shut me up. “Wait for it.”

On cue, a door opened and Tam walked in, dressed in her usual domanitrix outfit, holding a leash with two of the largest german shepherds I’d ever seen in my life. One the dogs let out a quiet bark when he saw the girls. One of the girls, I think it was Melissa, moaned in fear. Tam laughed and scratched him behind an ear.

I couldn’t help it. “Shit. I don’t believe it.”

Beside me, Janice giggled and put her hand on my shoulder as if to stop me from leaving. No danger of that. I was mesmerized, helpless even to look away.

Tam ordered the dogs to sit.

They did.

Smiling, she walked over to the sobbing girls. The Thai whore trainer leaned forward to say a few quiet words. The brunette shook her head and Tam punctuated her instructions with several well placed blows from her riding crop. By the end of the “pep talk”, both girls were nodding frantically, tears running down their faces. The words “yes mistress Tam” sounded over and over again came through the small speaker.

Janice giggled again. “They’ve been practising for three days now,” she told me.

Great.

Tam unfastened the girls from the wall and left them rubbing their wrists as she walked quickly back over to the dogs. She took their leashes firmly in hand and, after a quick glance to make certain her trainees were watching and ready to go, she called out “now” and began walking the two dogs slowly across the room.

Melissa and Amanda waited a few teary seconds and then began to move towards Tam and the dogs, skipping and prancing like demented school girls. “Hello mistress Tam,” they called out in unison, voices pitched high like children. “How are you, today?”

Tam opened her mouth in a wide “O” of surprise. “Why, hello Missy… Mandy…”. I almost laughed. If Tam weren’t so serious about getting into the role, it’d be almost ridiculous. As it was, there was something perversely fascinating about the way she tried so hard to act out her parts in these little shows she arranged for Vopat.

“How about a kiss for your mistress Tam?”

The two girls giggled happily and scurried towards Tam, pony tails fluttering behind them. The blonde was first. She hesitated for a moment and then brought her lips down to Tam’s. The Thai woman closed her eyes and drew the girl in for a long kiss that was anything but schoolgirlish. I saw tears in Melissa’s eyes as the kiss ended. Amanda was next. The brunette grimaced a bit, but followed the act. Tam was taller than her, so she had to turn her head back and go up on her toes as she parted her lips and accepted Tam’s tongue into her mouth. When the kiss was over, the brunette clasped her hand together and let out a little squeal. “What a lovely kiss, mistress Tam.”

“Oh yes,” Melissa gushed, her blonde ponytails bouncing as she bobbed her head up and down. “Can we have some more?”

Together: “We love to kiss our mistress Tam!”

Jesus Christ.

One of the dogs let out a bark.

Tam smiled. “You girls forget someone,” she chided comically, nodding at the dogs. “What about James and Rupert?”

I felt Janice’s lips on my ear. “Melissa’s husband’s name is Rupert; Amanda’s fiance is James.” I felt sick to my stomach, but I couldn’t deny the feeling in my groin as I felt the redhead brush my earlobe with her tongue.

I stared into the room.

“Oh! We’re sorry!”

The two girls squealed in unison and fell to their knees in front of the dogs. The blonde kneeled down in front of one of the dogs and took its face in her hands. “Hi Rupert,” she greeted, a wide, artificial smile plastered on her face. The next words were almost strangled out: “Kissy for Missy?” The dog’s mouth was open, panting as it stared at her. Trembling, she brought her face forward, twisted it sideways and… kissed the dog. Not a peck on the nose… a long, passionate kiss which saw her suck the dog’s tongue between her lips and use her own tongue to explore the dog’s mouth. Those dogs must have been trained for this. I’d heard of an outfit in Germany that did it, but I’d never seen one before. A thin line of drool dripped down and hung to the floor below them as the crying blonde school girl and the german shepherd literally necked.

Tam turned and looked at the imaginary audience. “Missy kissy Rupert!” she announced.

Then she looked at Amanda. The brunette was on her knees in front of the other dog, but she had balked. Her smile had crumbled and she was sobbing on the floor.

Tam frowned.

“Stop,” she ordered. Melissa pulled away from the dog’s mouth. The blonde’s chin was glistening and the front of her white blouse was soaked in drool and spit from her extended kiss. She leaned over and retched quietly on the floor, keeping her head down while Tam used the riding crop to discipline her partner.

“Oh.” Janice’s breath grew heavy as we watched the brunette writhe and squirm on the floor, desperately trying to avoid Tam’s riding crop. I was more than conscious of the redhead’s body pushed up against mine, soft and warm.

After about ten minutes, Tam had her girl in line again.

“We start. From ‘Missy kissy Rupert!’”

Melissa groaned, but she leaned forward obediently and brought her face forward to the dog. The dog let out a bark and opened its mouth. Well trained. They started to kiss again. I saw the girl’s pink tongue dart out to explore the dog’s canines.

Beside her, the brunette sniffled, but obeyed, leaning forward and choking out a greeting to the other dog - James - before kissing and then necking with her dog. Tam watched for a few moments as the two moaning girls french kissed their respective partners. She leaned down and whispered some instructions to the blonde girl, readjusting their position so that the audience could get a better view. Then she went over to the brunette and gave her a tap with the riding crop, calling out a brief order. Moaning, the brunette sucked the dog’s tongue into her mouth.

Finally satisfied, Tam stood up and went back into character. “Oh my,” she cried out in mock surprise. “Girls make kissy face with dogs. I don’t know they such good friends!” She leered at the imaginary audience. “Let see how good friends.”

I imagined the crowd’s reaction to this.

She looked down. “Girls, where your manners? That human greeting. Let dog say hello too.”

The two girls pulled away from the kiss and looked up at Tam. Amanda was coughing, no doubt gagging on dog spit, but Melissa managed to choke out a strangled “yes mistress Tam”. The two girls maneuvered themselves until they were facing each other on their knees and then brought their faces to the floor, inches away from each other. Melissa was sobbing openly now.

Tam winked at the audience and then whispered a soft command to the dogs. They immediately they went to work, each one running behind a girl, burrowing its muzzle in one of the girls’ crotch and starting to lick. Tam slipped out of character and inspected the tableau. She walked slowly around, tapping the girl’s thighs, forcing them to spread their legs a little wider… flipping each girls’ skirt up with her riding crop so that audience could see their naked asses. They weren’t wearing underwear.

She watched the sobbing girls and their partners for a few moments and then hissed out an angry command. Melissa immediately recovered her plastic whore’s smile and began to moan and whimper at the dog’s attentions, slowly bucking her pussy back and forth under his tongue. “Oh… Rupert… yes…” It took a couple of swats with the riding crop, but Amanda was soon doing the same. Tam watched critically, making comments and orders to improve their performance. Soon, it looked like the girls were really getting into it.

Janice whispered to me: “Last year, Amanda got a lawyer at the firm fired and disbarred for sexual harassment. Bet he’d pay to see this.” I turned to say something, but Janice brought her lips up to mine and kissed me. I didn’t like the woman, but I couldn’t help myself. I slipped an arm around her and pulled her close to me. It had been so long since a woman had been with me willingly…

Janice was panting by the time we finished the kiss.

I felt the same way.

She dropped a hand down under her skirt and quickly slid her panties to the floor. I undid my zipper as she reached down and pulled my cock free.

“Ohhh…” Janice moaned slightly as she ran her hand up and down, coaxing it into more life than I’d experienced since Flatsee’s expert ministrations. I tried to kiss her again, but her attention was on the training room while her fingers continued their work.

I watched too.

Tam barked out a brief command: “Strip.”

Still moaning and whimpering with fake passion, the two girls reached up and undid the fronts of their school girl blouses. In moments, the blouses were opened and pulled back. Not surprisingly, neither girl was wearing a bra. Two pairs of breasts - Melissa’s small and firm, Amanda’s large and soft - jiggled and bobbled as the two girls writhed and bucked on the floor, all the time moaning and smiling as the dogs worked at their pussies.

Smiling, Tam looked out at the audience, a look of comic surprise on her face. “Very good friend indeed” she announced. “I wonder what they do next. What you think?” She waited, looking out, for audience participation. She pretended not to hear. “What? I not hear you.” I had no doubt what the audience would be suggesting at this point. “You think they… fuck?” Tam looked around, giving the audience a moment to respond. “I ask girls,” she said, finally. “Maybe they not like. They white girls. Only real slut bitch fuck dogs.”

She bent down and grabbed a handful of Melissa’s light blonde hair. The girl had stopped the comic panting and moaning during Tam’s dialogue with the audience, but had started up again as soon as the Thai whore trainer had turned her attention back to her. Tam sneered as the blonde lawyer gasped and wiggled her hips at the licking dog, desperate not to be punished for her lapse. “Missy like dog?”

Eyes wide with panic, the blonde girl nodded frantically. “Missy like dog,” she moaned. “Missy like dog lickee.” She let out a groan as Tam gripped her hair and twisted. “Missy like dog lickee,” she shouted.

Tam winked at the audience and then looked down again. “Missy fuck dog?”

The blonde groaned.

“Noooo…”

Tam tightened her grip. “Missy want dog prick in cunee?”

“Ohhh… yes… Missy want fuck dog.”

I could barely hear her.

Beside me, Janice began to pant. She maneuvered herself so that she sat on the edge of the desk, half facing the training room, skirt bunched up at her waist.

“Joe…”

She pulled me in to her, encircling me with her legs. I moved forward as she reached down and guided my cock straight into her open pussy.

She was wet and warm… and tight…

Tam reached underneath the blonde girl.

“Say louder.”

Melissa twitched and screamed as the Thai woman viciously twisted her nipple. “Missy fuck dog,” she cried, tears running down her face. “Missy fuck dog. Missy dog bitch… Missy want dog cock in cunee…”

Tam released her hold on the nipple and gave a short command to the dog. Well trained, it obeyed instantly, raising its head from the blonde girl’s crotch and using its forelegs to climb on top. Melissa let out a moan of fear as the animal used its hind legs to push itself forward on her back. Her arms trembled with the added weight and a thin line of drool trickled out of her open, panting mouth and drifted down to the padded floor.

Tam reached down and struck an exposed breast with her riding crop. “Keep shout!”

“Missy fuck dog… Missy fuck dog…”.

The german shepherd was in place, its forelegs resting squarely on the blonde girl’s shoulders. Growling, it began to hump its crotch against the shouting girl’s pussy.

“Missy fuck dog… Missy fuck dog…”

I could see the dog’s cock bobbing in and out from between her thighs as the animal tried in vain to find the target. Tam kneeled down, grabbed one of Melissa’s hands and guided it down towards the dog’s cock. “You help,” she ordered. “Missy bitch help dog fuck.” The Thai woman wrapped the blonde’s fingers around the dog’s thrusting cock and then let go. “You help dog fuck.” Melissa’s eyes went wide with panic at the feel of the dog’s cock in her hand, but she didn’t miss a beat. “Missy bitch fuck dog… Missy bitch help dog fuck…” Her mindless, panting cries continued as she pushed and wiggled the dog’s cock up against her pussy until finally…

“Aiieeeee…”

The dog let out a yelp of triumph as it buried its cock to the hilt in the blonde’s wide open pussy. Tam brought the riding crop down once… then twice on the writhing girl. “Missy fuck dog,” she ordered. “Fuck dog.”

With a groan, Melissa braced herself and began to fuck back against the dog as it rammed its cock in and out of her pussy. Another blow with the riding crop brought a lewd, whore’s smile to her face along with renewed cries of “Missy fuck dog… Missy bitch fuck dog cock…”

I’d seen enough.

I turned and concentrated on fucking the redhead in front of me. Her attention, however, was fastened on the room, green eyes glowing as the sequence of events was repeated with the brunette. Her legs pulled me in tight as and she bucked back at me as cries of “Mandy fuck dog… Mandy bitch fuck big dog cock in cunee…” rang out from the training room, mixing in with Melissa’s moans and cries of fake lust and the occasional bark from the dogs. Janice turned to me, grinning mockingly as I did my best to ignore what was going on in the other room.

“Mandy fuck dog…”

“Missy dog fuck bitch…”

The screams from the other room grew louder and louder. The dogs began to bark and growl as I increased the force of my strokes. Janice laughed and held me tighter around the shoulders, enjoying the ride with her eyes fixed on the training room. Soon, I was thrusting as hard as I could, trying to pound that mocking smile off her face…

“Missy fuck…”

“Mandy…”

“Fuck me Joe,” she whispered, a mocking smile on her face as she turned towards me and ran a hot, pink tongue along my lips. “Janice fuckee Joe bitch…”

I lost it.

My consciousness narrowed and shrunk away until it encompassed no more that those two, mocking green eyes and the two square inches at her crotch. Those eyes burned at me as I pounded and bucked, trying to… I don’t know… trying to crush her… to destroy the bitch… I felt my cock expanding… becoming enormous inside her… swelling up… stiffening…

“Ahhhh…”

“Joe.”

My eyes closed as I stiffened…

I knew that her eyes, green and mocking, stayed open…

I don’t know how long it was before I opened my eyes and stepped away.

“Mmmmm…” Janice reached down and massaged her pussy. “That was delicious, Joe.” I shoved my cock back in my pants and turned away, not saying anything. I felt filthy.

Janice giggled.

Back in the training room, the dogs were finished their business. The two girls were in a 69 position, sobbing and lapping at the dog cum which ran rivers from each others’ sopping pussies while Tam rubbed the dogs behind the ears, and grinned happily.

After a while, she clapped her hand and the two girls scrambled away from each other and onto all fours. “You not girls now. Only real slut bitch fuck dogs. You doggies, right? Bitch doggies.”

“Yes mistress Tam,” they squealed, eyes bright with tears. “Mandy… Missy bitch doggie now… ruff… ruff…”. The two girls started barking as Tam, grabbed a bag from a corner of the room and pulled two objects from inside. She held them up for what would not doubt be an appreciative audience. Two long dog tails, one blonde and one brunette. Fastened to a large, black but plug.

“Doggies need tail,” she announced moving behind the two girls. Their pathetic barking raised in pitch as the Thai woman slid the but plugs inside their exposed asses and moved away. “Wag tail, bitch doggies,” she commanded. Still smiling… still barking, the two girls eagerly wagged their obscene new tails back and forth. Tam grabbed some more stuff from her bag and soon had the girls collared and leashed. She whistled and the two german shepherds came running. After a brief sniff at the crotches of the two girls, the dogs were soon leashed themselves.

Tam looked over at the audience and gave an exaggerated shrug. “I guess Tam have four doggies now.” She looked at the two girls. Then she reached down and slowly, deliberately patted each girl on the head: the ultimate Thai insult, touching someone’s spiritual centre. But the girls didn’t complain. Amanda just barked and wagged her tail at the audience; Melissa let out a strangled yelp and stuck her nose in Rupert’s ass, sniffing happily.

Tam laughed.

“I take home now,” she announced. “Put in kennel. With two bitches, I soon have lots of little pups.” With a grin and a final flick of her leash, she led the four pets off the stage.

I sighed.

Tam had outdone herself. Vopat had another winner.

Not to mention his cut of the ransom money.

“Enjoy the show?”

I looked over at Janice. The redhead had let her skirt fall back to her knees, but her eyes were still glazed over with lust and her breathing was heavy. “Wanna… go again?”

Disgusted… with her… with myself, I turned and left the alcove and walked into Candyland. I heard Janice laugh as I shut the door.

Vopat was nowhere to be seen, evidently not back yet. Across the room, I saw Annie going down on a customer, her metallic blonde hair glistening in the low, club light. I growled something at the bartender and stormed out the club.

END CHAPTER TWO

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