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The Agent-in-Charge nodded as he flipped through the last two pages. “I can’t believe it. The police are gonna shit. They’ve written off all these girls for years, and if this is true, it’s going to make them look like idiots.”
Smith wisely didn’t say that it made the FBI look incompetent as well.
“So I can tell them we’ll help?”
“Hell, yes. If this wild tale checks out.” He pointed a stubby, tobacco-stained finger at Smith. “I want you to personally liaison with this reporter, Hapgood, and provide him with GPS equipment and whatever else he needs. I’ll contact the Thai government and–”
“Sir? If I may?”
The AIC, who did not like to be interrupted, glared, but motioned for him to continue.
“Sir, can you hold off contacting the government there? I believe this operation has been going on with some high-level help. If you tip them off, I think by the time we find the place, it will have been cleared out.”
Loftus scowled. He started to speak, then hesitated. “You’re probably right, Smith. Okay. You go in alone, bring the equipment. We’ll come up with a cover story for ya, something about looking for terrorists. You contact Hapgood, give him the tracker, then we’ll hope he can get another visit to this facility. Or maybe you can find it another way. But I’ll tell you this, Smith. Once we know where our American girls are being held, we’re going in with the fuckin’ Marines. Those guys won’t know what hit them.”
Smith smiled. It was the best news he’d heard all day.
CHAPTER 25
ALICE
The days crawled by. The girls alternated between tedium, fear, and embarrassment. The water cocks went on once a day, forcing the girls to fight for a drink. The guards came in twice a day to give another girl a chance to “earn” a meal. They were inventive about what the lucky girl had to do to earn it.
Once, Barbara had been ordered to lick Colleen’s asshole. When she refused, they had beaten her. Then they offered the opportunity to Susan, who also refused. More beatings. When they offered Colleen a chance, she complied, her eyes downcast, her shoulders slumped. Barbara was forced to bend over, grasping her legs, to give the others a good look at what Colleen was doing.
Alice tried not to look, but earned a strike across her bottom with the crop. The guards forced both girls to pretend they were enjoying themselves. It was disgusting. In the end, Colleen got her meal and Barbara got to lick the plate.
The girls were conditioned by now to stand at attention, call the guards “master,” and obey nearly all commands. If they disobeyed, punishment was swift.
The girls were filthy by now. Alice had no idea how long she had gone without a bath. She could smell the others overripe bodies and suspected she was just as rank. Her hair was a greasy mass hanging from her head.
Once, Alice had been forced to use the nasty toilet to void her bowels. She had nearly passed out from the stench and the horror of the experience. She couldn’t hold her breath long enough. She would give anything to be free of this prison. She suspected that was what the guards were counting on.
One day, four guards entered the room. Though it was feeding time (Alice had begun to think of themselves as animals in a zoo), no one had a plate for them. The girls stood in a line, bewildered, and waited.
“You girls. You stink like pigs.” The thin guard spoke. “You think you hot American girls? Ha. You just whores.”
The girls didn’t look up or react to his harsh words.
“I show you what you become.”
Alice heard a whirring sound and looked up to see a panel open in the ceiling. A black square object eased down a foot, then stopped. Another whirring sound came from the wall. She observed another panel open and a white screen scrolled down.
The black object flickered to life. A projector! Alice and the others watched as images began to form on the screen: Susan, sucking on a rubber cock, really getting into it. Now Alice, looking as if she was enjoying it. The close-ups had clearly been shot through the mirror behind the fake cocks, for she could see every grimace, every speck of dirt on her face.
They all gasped in shock. The images continued. Barbara, going down on a guard until he came into her mouth, white fluid running down the corner of her mouth. Susan, eating out Alice, who appeared to be enjoying herself. Colleen, licking the asshole of Barbara with mock gusto.
The girls’ mouths all dropped open. It was one thing to be forced to do those things to stay alive, it was quite another to see what it looked like on screen.
“You girls have fun. But too ugly. Dirty. No one buy videos. You make better, okay?”
Alice wanted to say, “No way, you fuckers!” but she kept quiet. She knew they had pledged they wouldn’t do a lot of things they were now doing routinely. She suspected she knew what was coming.
“Who want shower? Brush teeth?”
Everybody’s head jerked up, eyes alive. For a moment, no one spoke. Then, Barbara pleaded: “Yes, master, please! I want a shower!”
“You make better video?”
She hesitated just a second, then nodded. “Yes, master. I will.”
The guard smiled. “Okay. You show me. Au-di-shun. You suck him.” He pointed to one of the other guards, an overweight man with greasy hair. He opened his robe. The guard’s cock began to swell in anticipation.
Barbara knelt down and began to tease him with her mouth. She put on her sex kitten mask and took him inside, smiling and moaning for the imaginary camera. And yet, there probably was a camera on her, Alice realized. All their activities had been taped. There were probably even some shots of them using the toilet. The thought made her sick.
Barbara worked hard and finally earned her reward. The man spasmed inside her throat. She managed to keep his seed inside her mouth as she pretended to orgasm from the experience herself.
She stood, smiling as if she’d just won a prize.
“Very good. Good whore. You go, get shower now.” The now-satisfied guard clipped Barbara’s hands behind her and marched her out. The thin guard turned back to the three remaining girls. “Anyone else want shower? Wash hair?”
Colleen spoke up. “Yes, master, I want a shower. Please!”
She was given another guard to service. She dropped down and attacked the cock as if it were one of the wall-mounted jobs, sucking and licking as if she were about to die of thirst. She soon brought him off. She was escorted out as well, but not before casting a backward glance at Alice and Susan.
“Now. You sluts. You new. Maybe you want few more days to think, huh?”
Alice stepped forward. “No, master! I want a shower. I suck!” She tried to ignore Susan’s shocked expression.
“Very good. Make good whore. Much money for owner!” Alice shuddered slightly. She dropped down in front of the third guard and began to fellate him. She felt Susan’s eyes boring into her, breaking her concentration. She gave her best Academy Award performance of an eager whore. It took a little longer than she had hoped, but soon the man was spurting into her mouth. She swallowed every drop.
She stood and was escorted out. Alice had a last glimpse of Susan, standing there alone, her face a frozen mask, before the door shut behind her. The guard led her by one arm, the other one busy fondling her breasts and pussy. Alice, with her hands locked behind her, could do nothing. Surprisingly, it felt good to be touched in that way after so many days of pleasuring the guards.
They came to a door just down from the doctor’s office and the guard opened it with a key. Inside, Alice spotted a tiled room with an open doorway in back. A full-length mirror had been placed opposite the door. She could see her bedraggled state; her dirty body, the stains from her leather collar and cuffs leaching onto her skin. Her hair was an unrecognizable greasy tangle.
No one else was in the room. The guard removed Alice’s leather cuffs, including her collar. He tossed these in a pile by the door. She was glad to be rid of them. Besides being filthy, they represented her confinement.
The guard made a “P.U.” motion with his fingers on his nose, and tipped his head toward the back. When Alice went through, she nearly wept. It was a large shower stall, complete with soap and shampoo. She turned on the water and found it reasonably warm.
She spent a half-hour there, scrubbing and washing every inch of her body and hair until the guard shouted at her to finish. She rinsed off, then stepped out, naked and newly vulnerable, to face the guard. She could see no towels. He smiled and nodded, saying something in Thai. He pointed to the mirror. Alice stood in front of it, admiring the way her body looked now. She had lost some weight, but it only made her curves more accentuated. Her pussy looked strange, being so bare now that she was clean. Her fingers touched her mound, feeling the smoothness there.
He spoke again and pointed. She looked down and saw a new toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Her eyes flew open. She grabbed it and put a big dollop of paste on the brush. For several minutes, she scrubbed her teeth, removing every trace of plaque and bad breath.
As she finished, Alice heard a noise behind her and turned, automatically covering herself up as the door opened. The guard tapped her arm and Alice dropped them to her sides. A woman came in, another Thai. Alice recognized her as Brandi, the nurse. The tattoo over her left breast confirmed it. Her hair had been arranged carefully into a bun. She was also quite naked, except for the collar and cuffs she wore. Alice stared at her, wondering if she would end up like her, all dressed up and ready to serve anyone. She half-expected the guard to order the beautiful slave to suck him, but he ignored her.
The girl carried a bath towel. On top were more cuffs and a collar. Alice’s heart sank. She accepted the towel gratefully, however and quickly dried off. Then she stood and stoically accepted her fate as the girl fastened on her new marks of enslavement.
The guard said something guttural to Alice and motioned to the door. She followed, and for the first time in days, felt embarrassed to be walking the hall naked. She kept her eyes open for any of the other girls, but they were alone.
The guard stopped in front of another door, marked in that obscure language, and the number 2 in big white paint. Her heart began to pound like a kid at Christmas time. She’d graduated from that horrible pit she’d been in! She didn’t know what to expect here, but it had to be better than that nasty place she’d called home for several days.
He unlocked the door and motioned her in. She walked ahead of him and nearly swooned. There were carpets, large and small, scattered over the cold cement floor! She looked around and spotted Barbara and Colleen, excitedly walking around, checking out everything. They turned when they saw Alice and the guard, then came scampering over to stand at attention. The guard paid them no mind.
Alice saw that it was about the same size as the other room and had the same mirror up along one wall, but otherwise, it was night and day different.
Besides the carpets, Alice noticed it didn’t stink like the first room. She spotted a beautiful white porcelain toilet in the corner. She wanted to run over to it and kiss it. The room contained no furniture, no beds, but that was all right. They’d been sleeping on a concrete floor for days, so this was a vast improvement.
She noticed a full-length mirror that was fitted into the wall near the door. On either side were shackles, top and bottom. Oh no! This is where they would be “punished” – right where they could see their own torment. Knowing these bastards, no doubt there was someone behind there, filming them.
The guard left them without a word. The girls immediately hugged, not even noticing they were all still naked. Like her, they all had on new collars and cuffs, made of soft leather. All had been locked into place so they couldn’t be removed.
“Isn’t this great!” Colleen was saying. “I feel like I’m in paradise compared to that nasty place.”
“Oh, yes,” Barbara responded. “I thought I might lose my mind if I had to stay there much longer. Now I have a little bit of hope.”
Alice smiled and nodded, but said nothing. A prison was still a prison. She dreaded what price they’d have to pay to stay here. Because now she recognized the threat they would use – “Do what I say or we’ll send you back.” She knew she’d do just about anything to stay, and that’s what worried her. How much more would they demand of them?
CHAPTER 26
BEN
When Ben heard Agent Smith was coming to Bangkok to help, he was both excited and worried. He feared he was being watched constantly and didn’t want to blow his cover by meeting with the thick-necked jar-head whose very appearance screamed “law enforcement.”
Though his seven days were up, he wasn’t about to leave now. He emailed Bernie and got approval to stay a few more days and see how it played out. He had sent descriptions of the U.S. girls he’d spotted and Bernie was working on identifying them. He had told Bernie to hold off contacting the parents for now, for the girls had a long way to go before they could be brought home. He didn’t want to raise anyone’s hopes yet.
Ben kept up his façade of a rich, horny Canadian rancher by visiting a sex club every night. By now, he’d seen nearly every act of depravity possible and some he hadn’t even thought of. He had thought the dog was bad, but the donkey show sent him out into the street.
He suspected he was being watched when he spotted the same two faces at different times in the last three days – either across the street, in the same club, or walking through his hotel while he was in the lobby. One was thin, almost emaciated, Thai with a missing front tooth. The other was taller, but his dental hygiene no better. He pretended not to see them.
Agent Smith arrived on a Tuesday, nine days after Ben had first come to Bangkok. Bernie had told him when he should expect the FBI man. Because of his extreme caution and paranoia, Smith agreed to meet Ben at a club in the Patpong district, where it made sense that two Americans might run into each other.
Ben had arrived first and watched the girls for awhile, trying not to appear antsy. The show bored him. He drank beer, making several trips to the bar or the restroom to give Smith a chance to make contact.
During his second trip to the bathroom, Ben heard a man unzip next to him at the urinal and spotted Smith standing there, taking a leak. He almost didn’t recognize him – he had shaved his head, eliminating the buzz cut that gave him away. Ben appreciated the effort. Smith was dressed in a casual shirt and jeans.
“Hey, you look like an American,” Ben said, aware there was a Thai in one of the stalls. He hoped it wasn’t one of his trackers.
“Yup. John Sanford. I’d shake your hand, but…”
“I’m Reginald Casey, from Canada. Where ya from?”
“Pittsburgh. Here on business. You?”
“Yeah, me too. Just about done though. I should be outta here in a couple more days.”
“Oh, I just got here myself. Where ya staying?”
Ben told him and found out Smith was at the Royal Orchid Sheraton, not very far away.
“You like the show?”
“Oh, yeah. I love those titty girls. They’re so talented!”
It seemed incongruous to Ben to hear the straight-laced FBI agent talking like a rude American. He hoped if anyone was listening, they bought the story he and Smith were trying to lay down. The man in the stall came out, washed up and left, without a backward glance to the men at the urinals.
As they washed up, Smith looked around the bathroom. Seeing they were alone for the moment, he whispered, “Okay, I’ve got something for you. Might as well take it now.” He handed him a small object wrapped in a handkerchief. Ben took it and shoved it into his pocket.
“The tracking device?”
“Yes. Combines GPS with a tracking signal, so even if we lose you, the GPS info will tell us where you’ve been. It’s the latest thing.”
“Too bad I didn’t have that when I first visited the slave pens,” he said. He didn’t know if he could arrange a second visit.
“Well, you had to prove to us that you actually saw American girls first, didn’t you?”
Ben had to agree with that philosophy. “How does it work? How do I hide it?”
“There are instructions–”
A man walked into the bathroom, cutting off further conversation. Ben didn’t recognize him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a tail. He covered his nervousness by drying his hands, telling Smith: “Good luck on your business. Thailand can be a lucrative place.”
“Thanks, Reggie. I’ll try that restaurant you suggested.”
Ben left and went back to his table. He didn’t see Smith again that night. The tracking device felt heavy in his pocket. He tried to ignore it as he watched the latest Thai girl show off her vaginal talents.
At the earliest possible moment, which was nearly an hour later when the act ended, Ben flagged down a tuk-tuk and headed back to the hotel. He entered his room, checked to make sure he was alone, then went into the bathroom and closed the door. He fished the device out of his pants pocket and examined it. The tracking device had the appearance of a fifty-caliber bullet: about three inches long and tapered to a blunt tip. He couldn’t imagine having this escape Eric’s scrutiny. What’s it supposed to be taken for? A good luck charm?
When he read the small square of paper accompanying the tracker, he rolled his eyes. “Oh, no! Not that!”
Shaking his head, he went to the bedside for the phone to call Daltry.
“Hey, Adrian. I wanted to let you know I’m ready to buy an … item,” he said, careful to follow Daltry’s instructions about talking on the phone. “So when can I look over the, um, merchandise?”
“We’re going to hold an auction the day after tomorrow. You’ll be picked up and taken there by limo.”
“Will I have a chance to walk among the, uh, workers, talk to them? This is a big decision, you know.”
“Yes, all that is handled at the auction. You can do everything but test-drive them. I’m sure you can understand. And you will have to provide your bank account number before you will be allowed to participate in the auction.”
