Chapter 16

... continues the tale of Sebastian X and his first trip to Thailand.

Colonel "Randy Rob"Robrien was having fun. He sat on the small wooden table, his short legs barely touching the ground. He chortled as he outlined the fate he planned for me and Kim. She was not amused.

Kim sat, demurely, back upright, knees pressed tightly together, on one of the wooden chairs in his sparsely furnished "Reception" room. Her yellow silk suit jacket had been removed. Her white blouse and yellow lace bra gaped open to expose her firm round breasts. Rob played with Kim's plump nipples while he chatted. Not unkindly. He pulled at them gently and rolled them between the forefinger and thumb of each hand as if he was trying to mould them into pink spikes. Kim maintained a neutral expression as though nothing of the sort was going on.

She could not prevent him taking such liberties as her hands were cuffed behind her back. I couldn't do anything about it either, as I was suspended, more or less, from one of the stout beams that featured in what was, I now knew, a rudimentary torture chamber. It was a warm Bangkok night. I was glad it was warm. I was naked.

The Colonel had said he wanted me to sodomize Kim, on stage, as the night's final performance of the night club, that occupied the floors above. It was a theme night. All the previous sex-acts had involved some degree of incest. The Colonel thought that, as Kim and I were related, it would be an appropriate end to the evening. He could have been joking but I didn't think so.

"Why? Colonel?" I asked. "I was told you and Kim were old friends. Why the sudden change?"

"Yes, why are you doing this, Rob?" Kim asked. Her voice was surprisingly calm and level.

"I rike praying with tits!," Rob replied, deliberately misunderstanding Kim's question. "Fore pray. Get your cunt juicy. When Sebastian finish with you I ask audience 'Who rike to fuck Madame Kim. Famous criminar, now one of Corner's whores?' Get rots of takers. You need juicy cunt or you be very sore in the morning!"

"Stop this idiotic behaviour, Rob!" she said in her quiet voice. "I think you owe me an explanation. I thought I could trust you. I made you an offer of a partnership in good faith. What you can possibly gain by turning on me like this I can not imagine!"

Rob, still jiggling Kim's jugs, laughed. "You make big mistake. Try to negotiate from position of weakness. You bring woman and Sebastian to me, rike I ask, with no strings attached. Very suspicious!" Rob leant forward and nuzzled Kim's slender neck.

"I speak with peoper in your city. I hear you are in big trouber with the Organization. I speak with my friend. The Organization say you're not their concern here in Thairand. I try to find out where Conrad has gone. Your husband is nowhere to be found. Rast heard of in Manirra a month ago. Perhaps you have maritar probrems?" Rob began squeezing her breasts as though he hoped to milk his captive. Kim merely glared at her tormentor. Her nipples did seem to be larger, perhaps swollen by Rob's prolonged manipulation.

"You offered your know-how and your traver and communication set-up, incruding use of husband's freet for a piece of my business. Ha! When you my whore I get that anyhow, for free. Orso, in audience tonight is big man from Shanghai and party of Japanese jacussi. Sound rike spa bath, eh?"

"So?" hissed Kim. She was beginning to lose her cool.

"So when they see the famous Madam Kim buggered by her brother you roose rot of face! Hard to do business with whore who put it out in pubric!"

"I'm her brother-in-law, Colonel," I said politely. "And would one of you care to explain why my presence was specifically requested?"

Laiya, the diminutive and beautifully spoken Thai lady, who had been my escort for the first part of the evening, sighed and said, "That was my doing, Sebastian. I heard so much about you from Mellissa and Madelaine and Greta that I just had to see for myself."

She fondled my flaccid cock and lifting my weighted scrotum in a possessive fashion which I found disturbing.

"Uncle Rob was happy to indulge my whim."

"Uncle?" I queried. But she ignored me and smiled at Kim. "I hope you don't hurt Sebastian, Kim," she said. "I want this undamaged for my collection."

"I'm rather attached to it myself!" I said. "How do you propose to detach it?"

Laiya did not reply. Instead she pointed to the large flat television screen which showed the stage of the nightclub above. "See," she chuckled,"they are preparing the arena in which you, dear Madam Kim, will try to avoid being impaled by Sebastian. What fun!"

On screen I could see a team of white-coated stagehands assembling what looked like an above-ground swimming pool on the dance floor. The structure was circular, about fifteen feet in diameter. The walls were about waist high. They looked as though they were made of thick transparent plastic panels, held together by a sturdy metal frame. As I watched, a pair of workers began to spread a sheet of plastic liner on the floor and up the inner sides of the framework.

"We use same thing for jerry wrestring," smiled Rob. Kim was showing signs of responding to his mammary massage. Her cheeks were beginning to colour. Her breathing was less regular. Rob gave each nipple a last lingering caress and slipped his hand between her knees and up under her skirt. Kim tried, unsuccessfully, to keep her legs together but Rob was insistent. Soon Kim was writhing uncomfortably as the Colonel pushed her panties to one side and skilfully fingered her smooth, hairless, cunt.

I too was beginning to respond to genital manipulation. Laiya's slender fingers had achieved a partial resurrection of my flaccid cock. I was by no means erect, but on the way, when the Korean returned with a couple of white coated helpers. I was untied and given a singlet, which I was obliged to put on.

"Don't I get any pants?" I queried as I massaged some feeling back into my hands and wrists and eased the stiffness that results from being dangled from a beam. "The last time I appeared in public clad only in a vest was in a bad dream when I was twelve."

"Very droll, Sebastian," cooed Laiya. "No pants. We want the audience to see what a really big boy you are as you strip and rape Madam Kim. It will add to the suspense. 'How can that little Vietnamese woman accommodate such a massive cock?' the punters will ask. 'Will it fit? Will she split?'"

On the big screen the stagehands could be seen flooding the arena with a green coloured soup. From the way it poured I judged it to have the viscosity of engine oil. Rob finished finger- fucking Kim, pulled down her skirt, adjusted her bra and tidily buttoned up her blouse.

"You can put us in that tank," I said pointing to the TV screen, "but you can't make me do anything to Kim, you know!"

Rob smiled.

"Now you take pirr!" Said Rob. He barked an order in a foreign language to the Korean who fished in his pockets for a moment before producing a single purple tablet. He grabbed my face with one massive paw and, before I could even think of resisting, he forced the pill down my throat. I swallowed.

The Korean grunted, and stood over me with arms akimbo. I decided not to try and throw up.

The pill affected me in much the same way as Joy Balls had, when I had been silly enough to take them, but more slowly and with less severe results. Kim watched, more amused than appalled it seemed to me, as my tumescent prick elevated like a howitzer and began to thicken. I shifted uncomfortably as my balls warmed and began to go into overproduction of seminal fluids, swelling to accommodate the volume. Laiya giggled and caressed me.

"You fuck sister or bust!" laughed the little Colonel.

"Sister-in-law!" I muttered but no one cared.

The Colonel untied Kim and she stood up. Flanked by white coated goons she was led from the room. The Korean and I followed. Following a fanfare and an announcement in both English and Thai, we emerged onto the dance floor from an entrance by the side of the stage. The arena was brightly lit by spots and surrounding footlights. Standing around the structure were Mellissa and Madelaine Hildebrand-Smythe, Greta and the Wicked Witch from the Hansel and Gretel sketch I had seen earlier. Mellissa and the dominatrix carried plaited leather whips. Madelaine and Greta were equipped with a cattle prod each. In addition Madelaine was waving a large pink solid plastic dildo. All of the women were more or less naked.