Lucy
by Rose Eastmann

My story is a long one, but then I guess I have nothing better to do with my time at the moment, if you give me a smoke I'll tell you a little. We have to go right back to before I was borne, my mother was eighteen, she worked at a department store in Cambridge, she was cashier in the gent's toiletry department. My father saw her when he was on a business trip to England, he was a Finish salesman and had decided to get his customers a small gift each of an after-shave each that had recently been launched. He stood out in my mothers eyes too, any man buying his own after-shave stood out but a man trying to buy forty bottles was definitely a rarity, and then there was his looks, my mother had never seen a man with such deep blue eyes and almost white blond hair. My father had to visit her shop four times altogether to get what he needed, the after-shave and a date with my mother. They went to a restaurant for a meal on their first date, it was my mothers first time in an upmarket restaurant, she was totally overwhelmed by the place. My father was the perfect gentleman, he wined her and dined her on that first date ensuring she was home by ten-thirty so that my grand parents wouldn't get on her case. He ended the perfect evening in the perfect way, he kissed her, a restrained, gentle kiss on the lips as he held her hands, my mother floated into the house on a cloud.

It was eight weeks before my mother saw my father again, he had written to her three times during that time, his letters were very well written, very good English and very romantic. He turned up out of the blue one Friday afternoon, he was standing outside the staff exit at the rear of the store when my mother left work. Mother usually went straight home after work but my father invited her to eat with him at his hotel and accompany him to a dance after, my mother rang home from the hotel and told my grandmother that she was going out and would be home late. My mother had several firsts that night, her first glass of wine, her first Tango, her first open mouthed kiss, the first time she let a man touch her body and the first time she had sex. My mother was a total country girl, she had no idea about sex and the risks of disease or pregnancy and with so many girls her age, her first time was fruitful. I had taken up residence in her belly, she didn't find out for three months and by then it was much too late. Mother told father as soon as he returned to England, my grandmother was extremely upset when she found out but was placated a little when my mother told her she was sure that my father would want to marry her, my mother had no idea how wrong she could be. To say that father was upset by my impending arrival was an understatement and my mother certainly saw a different side of him after she told him she was pregnant. She was told in no uncertain terms that she had to get rid of me, apart from it being too late for that my mother would never have considered it anyway. Then she found out that he was a married man with a wife and children in Finland and so couldn't marry her, as she had wanted him too. After a few days of almost constant fighting my father beat my mother severely, trying to bring on a miscarriage, mother ended up in hospital for four weeks after he had finally pushed her down the stairs at my grandparents' home. While mother was in hospital she was befriended by a nurse who gave her a contact telephone number for a woman's commune in the countryside just a few miles away from Cambridge. I was borne at the commune, the nurse that had pointed my mother in the direction of the commune acted as her midwife and she was greatly supported by the other women. My mother loved me very much even though every time she saw my almost white blond hair and deep blue eyes she was reminded of my father. I was taught at the commune by women who had been teachers before they joined the commune and hadn't seen anyone other than other women that joined or visited the commune, there were very few children at the commune farm, all were girls and all had been borne at the commune like me. The first time I went to a real school I was eleven years old, my mother had found an all girls school for me to attend, the only reason that I was allowed to go to an outside school was because the commune teachers had realised that I had gone as far with them as I could and needed more expert tuition. I loved it when I was finally allowed to leave the confines of the commune for the wider world, I realised that there were such things as men but had never seen one in my short life. Even then I wasn't actually allowed to speak to them but I saw them as I passed them on my way to school, driven each day by a commune sister to and from school as I was. I was a good student; in the beginning I was popular with the other girls but that soon wore off when I couldn't go to their houses for parties or meet them after school for social events. It wasn't unusual for me but the other girls at school thought it was strange, I couldn't even tell them where I lived, the commune was very strict about things like that, each time we left school for the trip back to the commune we had to take a slightly different route because the other women were paranoid that we would be followed.

Half way through the sixth form I was predicted to get three 'A' grade and two 'B's in my A-Level examinations, this meant that I could apply to any university in the country. I sent off to Plymouth University for their prospectus and Edinburgh too, I was looking forward to getting out into the real world but my mother had other plans, she applied to an all girl's University in Cambridge on my behalf. I ended up with five 'A's and two 'B's which meant that I was offered places at all the Universities I had applied too, I really wanted to go to Plymouth but then my mother dropped a bombshell on me, no financial support if I didn't go to the all girl's university in Cambridge.

So that brings me up to the age of twenty-one, I was waiting for confirmation of my honours degree in computer science, still hadn't actually spoken to a man, was still being delivered by one of the sisters from the commune to and from, I was going to say University but to and from everywhere actually. That's about all the background to how I ended up here in Thailand.

I had submitted my dissertation and had received very favourable initial responses from my professor on his first reading, most of the other students had actually finished and left the university, preferring to wait for their results at home. I realised that my mother had made arrangements with the other women in the commune to use my skills and knowledge within the commune. I had allowed my mother to arrange my first year work placement at a women's collective in Cambridge, and now the commune where we lived was getting ready to start a new business venture. They had brought a large mini-computer with a fast network connection, the idea was that I would run a contingency resource for several local companies, managing a copy of valuable data off-site in case of emergency, such as a fire in their own office. I was dreading the thought of being tied to the commune all the time. As I had grown older more of the women in the commune were hitting on me for sex, I didn't know any different but I knew I didn't want to go down the lesbian path that most of the women at the commune were treading. So I chose to stop in the university during these last few days of relative freedom, I spent quite a bit of my time helping some of the first year students with their end of year assessments. That's when I met Clare, she was almost twenty, just a over a year younger than I was, she had taken a year out and travelled all over the Far East. I enjoyed helping Clare; she was full of stories of her year out in exotic places, the things she had seen and the men. It was the men that interested me, twenty-one years old and never so much as said "Hi!" To a man, and here was Clare, over a year younger then me and she had had over twenty lovers, more than the equivalent one a year, and she wasn't shy in her descriptions too. All this sexual information, positive feelings about men, rather than the very negative feedback I got from the other women at the commune, was making me have feelings that I didn't think possible. I desperately wanted to have a normal relationship with a man and I knew that it would be impossible if I didn't make some sort of move before I finally finished my study. Clare gave me a telephone number of a man that had helped her when she went to Thailand, I pointed out that I had absolutely no money at all to Clare, she offered me twenty pence for the phone call, which made me laugh. I hadn't meant that I explained I had enough to telephone but no money to pay for a holiday. Clare told me to ring her friend anyway, there were ways of working that would cover the cost of travel and provide a place to live while I was there in Bangkok, I would even get time to travel around the rest of Thailand during my days off.

Kim was very understanding, Clare had told him all about me, my strange background, my lack of cash, what I looked like. Kim was very eager to meet me, he even made the trip up from London to meet me in a coffee shop just outside my university, Clare walked with me to introduce me to Kim, a good thing too, I would never have spoken to him if she hadn't. Kim was a stocky man, about forty-five years old, almost twenty stone, he was perspiring a lot and had a little body odour problem but he was pleasant to talk to. He would arrange a return ticket to Thailand, a room with a wealthy family in Bangkok, that needed an English tutor for their children, I would work four days a week and have eight weeks holiday. They needed a commitment from me to work for a year and he would have to get me to sign a year's contract with his company to ensure the family would repay the money they would be spending on my ticket. Clare kissed Kim, in more than a friendly manor when our meeting was over, Kim stood looking at me expectantly and so I also kissed him, a quick peck on the cheek rather than the open mouthed kiss I had witnessed Clare give him. I spoke to Kim several times in the next few days, I had arranged to fly out to Thailand on the day of my graduation, Kim had arranged my passport for me, all I had to do was provide two photographs of myself. I had no idea what I should have been doing to get a passport but I spoke to Kim a few days before my graduation and he had received my passport so there was one less thing to worry about. The university nurse had given me all the relative injections, I had no idea just how difficult it was to arrange a foreign trip like this and all I had arranged so far was my medical requirements, all the rest was being dealt with expertly by Kim. My training at the commune had made it impossible for me to tell Kim where I lived so that he could pick up enough clothes for me for my trip. I took a large holdall to a disused barn a few miles away from the commune with all the cloths that I thought I might need and more importantly that my mother wouldn't miss and gave Kim directions on how to find them. I was more nervous than anyone else at the graduation ceremony, I knew that this would be the last time for a long time, if ever, that I would see my mother. As I sat waiting my turn to collect my degree and my valedictorian prize I thanked my mother for making it all possible for me. I had passed with the highest mark of any student in my year, and the second highest mark in the university's history, mostly thanks to the way I had been brought up by my mother and the rest of the commune. I had noticed Kim sitting outside the main entrance of the university as we drove through the gateway, the ceremony took almost four hours and at the end I stood for the mandatory photograph in mortar board and gown, holding my degree, then another holding the valedictorian prize. I handed both my degree and prize to my mother and told her I had to go to my study room to collect the last of my things. Clare met me in the hallway with a coat and took my gown and mortar board so that she could return them to the hire company for me. I gave her a note to give to my mother explaining what I was doing, which she had promised to pass on in exactly one hour. Kim stood with the car door open as I ran out through the gate, someone had checked my bag in at Stansted airport for me so all I had to do was remember what it looked like at the other end collect it from the carrousel. Kim dropped me at the airport with just an hour to spare, he handed me my boarding card and return half of the ticket along with my passport. I walked through immigration and passport control after kissing Kim goodbye, just a little peck, but this time on his lips. I was quite shocked by the flight, I had watched aeroplanes passing over the fields of the commune for years, wondering about the people and the places they were going, this time it was me flying to an exotic destination.

I sat beside a Thai man for the flight, we struck up a conversation, he had been the one that Kim had asked to check my baggage through for me, he was only too pleased to help. We had to change flights at Paris international airport but we didn't actually leave the secure area, my new friend, he called himself John although that wasn't his Thai name, got me a coffee and cheese roll from a snack bar in the waiting area. I still didn't have a penny to my name, I must have been mad travelling half way around the world with my pockets empty. On the long flight to Thailand John kept touching my hair, he was drawn to its whiteness something that was rare in Thailand, John told me I would have many boyfriends in Bangkok. When we landed John told me that he would have to carry my holdall through customs as it was listed on his ticket. He gave me a vanity case to carry through so that it looked less suspicious, he also told me to follow closely behind a group of western women who were part of an escorted tour. I hardly showed my passport to the immigration officer, walked through the nothing to declare channel and waited the other side for John to bring my bag through. A man tapped me on my shoulder and asked if I was Lucy, I nodded my head and he was pulling at my sleeve to follow him, I was trying to tell him that I didn't have my bag and that I had the case that belonged to John but he wasn't listening to me. Outside the arrivals lounge there was an old American car waiting for us, I looked back one last time in case I saw John, I did actually see him, but not in a good way. he was being led in chains, by two police men, his face was bruised and there was blood pouring from his mouth. A large man was carrying my bag and what I assumed was Johns bag too and he was following the group to a waiting police van parked right in front of the car I was now sitting in. My knuckles where white I was gripping the vanity case so tightly, we drove off and as we passed the police van John was being hit once again by the police man but he was smiling at me as we passed.

I was expecting a nice house in the suburbs of Bangkok, not a seedy, rundown bar in the centre of the old town. I was introduced to my employer, I wrongly assumed he worked here and would be taking me to his house to meet his wife and children after work. He introduced himself to me as Chung Lea, he was of Chinese extraction and he took my passport and return flight ticket from me. He told me that he would keep them safe for me and would return them when my year's contract was completed. He called out something in Taiwanese and an old woman came from a back room and led me through the door into the back room. Chung Lea pulled the vanity case from my grasp as I passed him, I wanted to protest but was too terrified to do anything other than follow the old woman. Beyond the doorway at the back of the bar there was a long corridor the walls were made of wood, a little like plywood, there were a series of door shaped openings cut into the wall about eight feet apart. There were no doors in the openings, just a thick bead curtain hanging down to cover the opening. As I passed each opening I noticed that there were girls or young women standing or sitting just beyond the bead curtains, as I passed one opening I noticed there was a man and woman having sex together. I couldn't see clearly because of the curtain but I could make out that both were naked and he was definitely on top of her. The old woman pointed to a beaded curtain covering the last but one opening, I walked through and found a room that was roughly seven feet square. There was a mosquito net hanging from a hook attached to the ceiling and a window opening in the wall about seven foot from the floor. There was no glass in the window, just the opening. There was a double mattress on the floor with no linen on it, the mattress was dirty and stained and there was a terrible smell coming from it. There was also a chest of draws and a small table with one chair against it. I just stood looking around me, I couldn't believe the state of the room and couldn't work out exactly what I had let myself in for.

I sat on the chair staring at the small table, I heard a sound from the beaded curtain, there was a young woman standing there, just inside the doorway. I invited her in but she shook her head, she nodded up towards the ceiling. I noticed a small video camera mounted above the doorway, pointing at the stained mattress on the floor. I suddenly realised the trouble I was in for the first time, the girl was Asian looking, her name was Aisha, she was from a rural part of Pakistan, she had known the girl that had the room before me. I asked her where the girl was, she told me that the girl was dead, she had run-away a few days before and the police had returned her to Chung Lea. The contract we all had with Chung Lea was binding in Thailand and for the next year I would have to work for him. Aisha told me that I would be beaten if I didn't do as I was told and work hard while I was there, it wasn't unusual for them to kill a run-away as a reminder to the other girls. Someone called out in the passageway and Aisha was gone, I walked over to the doorway and watched as Aisha entered the next room to mine. An older man followed her, he was German, really fat and ugly, you could see the sweat marks on his clothing clearly. I walked down the passageway and peeked through the beads I watched as Aisha undressed, she had only a tee shirt and skirt on, no underwear at all. The German took off his trousers and followed her to the bed. She lay on her back and the German covered her body so that she disappeared completely under him. I watched for the few minutes that it took the German to finish his transaction with Aisha, he pulled on his trousers and left, I managed to get to my room just before he walked past on his way out. I returned to Aisha's room and stood inside the curtain, I watched as she washed the Germans sperm from her vagina. I asked her if she shouldn't be using a condom, she told me that the sort of men that came to Thailand for sex didn't use them and it was something that I would have to learn to live with. I was staring at Aisha's breasts, they were quite small but her nipples were huge, she had quite slim hips un-like my typical wide child bearing hips. I asked Aisha how old she was, I realised Asian girls could look deceptively young but there was something about her that made her look really young standing there washing a man's cum out of her pussy. She was just fourteen years old, I must have looked a little shocked at that, she explained that her family in Pakistan were really poor and that she had been sold, at the age of ten, for a thousand American dollars to a wealthy businessman in Islamabad. Her parents had been told that Aisha would be trained as a ladies maid and that the man would employ her in his home. Aisha's parents knew that no one would pay such a high price for a ladies maid; that money would keep the rest of the family for two whole years. They knew the sort of life they were selling her into but girls in Pakistan were a costly item, they couldn't even afford to have her circumcised, which should have been done when she was eight. Then there was the dowry that a potential husband would expect before he would marry her. It was best for the whole family that Aisha would be someone else's problem. I asked her what happened to her, she was taken not to Islamabad as her parents were told but by truck, with eighteen other girls of a similar age to her, across the mountains and into Afghanistan. From there she was taken by boat to Thailand, and that's where Chung Lea purchased her from the ships captain. She had been well looked after on the journey, and treated very well in comparison to how she had been treated ever since. She was only ten years and six months old when she was sent to visit an English man in his hotel room. He had been disappointed that she was so old but was soon happy when he realised that she was a virgin, she had to spend the whole night with him, she had to let him do anything he wanted to her and she got nothing from Chung Lea at all, she knew that the man had paid Chung Lea forty US dollars for her but she didn't even get a tip from the man. Over time the other girls taught her what to do to get tips from the men, she had to be more than just passive, if she wanted to get something for herself she would have to do things that the men hadn't asked her to do, and do whatever they did ask her with a smile and enthusiasm. I asked her how long her contract was for, wondering if it was for a year like mine or longer, she had already been working for Chung Lea for four years. She was here for life, she was brought and paid for, she would be working for Chung Lea or someone else if Chung Lea decided she wasn't of any further use for the rest of her life. I asked her what she did on her days off, she laughed out loud at that, a lot of the girls believed the European contacts about the short working week and long holidays, Aisha told me that I would find out soon enough that a years contract meant three hundred and sixty five days of hard work. If I didn't work during my periods Chung Lea could add those days on to my contract and more besides, as I would have been taking food while not working so there was a penalty of two days for one. I couldn't stop staring at her huge nipples, she told me that they had been that big since she gave birth to her first child, I asked her how many she had, there were two girls but she didn't know where they were, she kept both of them for only six months and then they were taken away by Chung Lea, to be sold to pay for the time that she hadn't been able to work while in the final weeks of her pregnancy, she had no idea where they were now but she was trying desperately hard not to have any more children. I asked her if she could get the birth control pill and again she laughed, that wouldn't be very profitable for Chung Lea, the only time I ever saw her laugh was at me or another new girls thoughts of how life should be here.

I was taken to an upmarket house, just outside the bounds of the old town, I was still dressed in the clothes I had on under my gown at my graduation, I had never seen my holdall since I watched the police loading it into the van at the airport. I was mostly pushed and pulled as I didn't understand anything that was being said to me in Taiwanese, I was taken into a bathroom by a young servant of the owner of the house, she bathed me, dried me and covered my body in fragranced oil and powder. I still didn't know exactly what was expected of me but it was nice to be pampered after my first night sleeping in a sweltering room listening to men hump their way through the girls on offer at the bar, no bedding or night clothes, just a mosquito net to protect me and the stench of that awful stained mattress. The maid gave me a simple sarong and showed me how I was supposed to wear it, it was very sheer and see through, I had nothing else on so my breasts and pubic hair could clearly be seen. I was lead through the house to a large, ornately decorated, dining room, there were six people in the room, three men and three women. I was almost paraded around the room, turned occasionally so that each person could see all of my body, shielded only by the fine material of the sarong. I knew that something sexual was going to happen to me and to be honest the thought of doing it in a place like this was more appealing to me than in that small stinking room. The older of the women told the maid to remove my sarong; I stood there totally nude with six people watching me turn for their pleasure. The older woman said I was perfect and I was led out of the room to a large bedroom, the room was decked out in gold, red and green cloth, it looked like it was decorated for a special reason. A young man came into the room a few moments later; he looked about seventeen, quite fit looking and obviously very rich. He didn't speak English and I didn't understand his language but I got the message, I lay on the bed, opened my legs and closed my eyes. I didn't see his cock but I sure as hell felt it as he forced it into my body, I was totally dry and he was a little large for my first time.

In my mind I would lose my virginity to my perfect man, I didn't know exactly what I should expect but I thought that there would be lots of love and passion, that being my first time the man would take care of me and ensure that I wasn't hurt. I was very wrong, when the young man felt the resistance to him he pushed all the harder, I felt a sudden, sharp pain and his cock seemed to suddenly slip into me twice as far as it had to that point, it felt like I had peed myself but it was much stickier than pee. I opened my eyes, mainly because the man had stopped with his cock almost completely out of my pussy; he was looking down between our bodies, looking at the blood that was covering his shaft, he had broken my hymen with such savagery that I was bleeding profusely. The sight of my blood had suddenly spurred him on, he was fucking me with so much force that I almost passed out with the pain. I started to get a really nice feeling riding on top of the pain, I realise now that I was experiencing my first orgasm, I started to breath heavily and that seemed to encourage him to move his body even faster, force his manhood into me even harder and I climaxed deeper. Eventually he started his climax too, he was breathing very heavily and making animalistic grunting noises, then he pushed his cock in to me deeply and stopped still for a while, I could feel his cock jerking by its self inside of my pussy as he fired his sperm deep into my body. He stood up without saying a word and walked out of the room naked, I watched as he walked toward the dining room, I followed a little behind him and the dinner party guests clapped as he walked in with his cock shaft covered in my blood. I saw the older woman stand and take the young man in her arms and hug him, then she walked towards me and I ran back into the bedroom and onto the bed. She came in and checked me over, she said in broken English that she had heard of girls using fake blood to simulate virginity. I told her that I had been a virgin until a few minutes before. She slipped a finger into my pussy, I winced with the pain and she smiled, I had been a true virgin, she called her maid and told her to bathe me and show me to her husband's room. I was bathed, dried, oiled and powdered for the second time that day and this time I was led naked into an even larger bedroom, there was a king-sized bed in the room but the rest of the decorations were very simple. I had fallen asleep by the time the older of the men from the earlier dinner party came into the room. He woke me and told me to suck his cock, as I took his phallus into my mouth and remembered what Aisha had said to me the day before about the extras that some men wanted I did my best to give a professional mouth job. He asked me what I thought of his son; he didn't want me to answer him, as he pushed my head deeper into his lap as I tried to answer him. I had been his son's sixteenth birthday present; he had been taking his son to Chung lea's bar for almost a year, but he had only had local girls before and they had for the most part been circumcised and so didn't react during sex like European and American women. I had been very expensive and so he had decided that he and his houseguests should make the most of his son's birthday present. As he was talking to me he fired his sperm deep into my mouth, it tasted disgusting but something that Aisha had said about men hating women that spit their seed out after oral sex, and so I swallowed his all. I was taken by the hand into a bedroom further down the hall and a man and woman were waiting for me, the man pushed me onto the bed where his wife was waiting, she pulled me by my hair until my mouth was lined up with her pussy, I knew all about how women pleased other women, I hadn't taken part in it but I had seen a few of the women who were less discrete with their sexual activities and had heard all about it from a few of the women that had the hot's for me. As I started to lick her pussy, seeking out her citreous for attention her husband took me doggy style, his assault on me came as a shock, I thought he had wanted to watch his wife and I. He was much smaller than the birthday boy and his father but he knew how to fuck, I found it hard to breath with my mouth and nose buried deeply in his wife's muff as I started to climax but all was well, as the man started to breath heavily the woman pulled herself out from under my mouth, she turned around and slipped back beneath me. She went all the way down until her mouth was level with my pussy and my mouth was once again against her cunt. I started to lick her as her husband climaxed deep into my pussy, he fired all of his cum inside of me then pulled out and his space was replaced by his wife drinking his cum from my vaginal goblet. She drank me dry and then they started to fuck each other ignoring me totally. I wandered out of the room and along the hall looking for the maid, I found the door to the room I had been into first with the birthday boy, I knocked gently on the door and he opened it to me, he took me to his bed again and I helped him to get hard enough to fuck me again. He was just as forceful as before but this time I was very wet from the sexual attention I had during the evening, we fucked for about an hour, I had several orgasms and he managed to climax twice inside of me.

I woke alone, the house was empty apart from the maid, she phoned Chung Lea's bar and they sent a car to pick me up, the maid gave me an envelope which I put into my pocket without looking in it. Back at the bar I was pushed back into my squalid seven foot square room and told that I would be working tonight and that I should get some sleep before then. I opened the envelope and there was a pile of local currency, I worked out it was about sixty pounds sterling, I found a reasonably secure place to put it and lay on the stained mattress to sleep.