Rape's Progress 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.

The pill I had been forced to swallow was working too well. My appearance brought a gasp
from the audience and a barrage of obscene cat-calls. Kim was lifted over the arena wall by
her two escorts. They backed away leaving her standing facing Madelaine, who waved the
dildo in Kim's face. Kim stepped back towards the centre of the tank.

"Go get her, Tiger!" encouraged Laiya as the Korean wrestled me over the wall and into the
ankle deep slime that covered the base of the "pool". Greta poked my backside with her cattle
prod and Mellissa took a wild swipe at me with her whip. I slid towards my sister-in-law
rampant and roaring with lust and pain.


Kim demonstrated a hip throw which had me on my back, sliding in the "jelly" to within
range of Madelaine's prod but holding most of my sister-in-law's blouse. I sustained a shock
to the scrotum as I slithered away from the vengeful woman. But for the pill my interest in sex
would have been severely diminished. As it was I remained hugely erect as I clawed my way
up my diminutive opponent and we stood swaying in the centre of the arena.

"Spin it out, Sebastian!" she whispered in my ear. "Help is coming!"

I ripped her blouse some more. "Coming?" I gasped hopefully, getting a couple of fingers
inside her bra cup.

"But make it look real!" she hissed, biting a lump out of my ear to illustrate the proposition.

Yelling and bleeding I ripped Kim's bra off and knocked her across the arena. It was pure
reflex. She fetched up topless against the transparent wall.  Mellissa and her mother lunged
for her and I was again knocked flat as Kim returned like a boomerang to the middle of the
green pond.

I struggled to my knees and grabbed at Kim's yellow silk skirt. She brought a nylon clad knee
up sharply beneath my chin and sent me slithering on my back toward the whip-wielding
Mellissa. The spiteful hussy landed a couple of blows as I skidded away from the arena wall.
Both hurt. Neither drew blood. 

My last move had ripped the waist band of Kim's skirt. She was trying to hold the garment up
with one hand. She was unbalanced. I dived at her and we both went down in a flurry of green
slime. As we wrestled. Kim's skirt came off leaving her naked save for her yellow lace
panties garter belt and stockings. Her shoes were somewhere beneath the surface.

I rolled on top of her and managed to kneel astride her slender body. I grasped her wrists. My
cock lay between Kim's heaving breasts. A drop of blood from my torn ear splashed on her
right nipple. Like lipstick.

"Kim!" I puffed, "I'm sorry but ..."

Before I could finish she had somehow twisted her body away from me and I was again
floundering in the green goo, on my back. 

I still had a hold on her wrists but Kim was now on top of me, astride my hips, with her crotch
squeezing my painfully swollen balls and my cock waving hopefully a few centimetres from
her super smooth sex. Only the thickness of her yellow lace panties lay between us. Her
panties had been rendered transparent by the slime and possibly other juices. As she struggled
she rode up and down the underside of my erection deliberately taunting both me and the
eager spectators.

"You like that, don't you? You naughty boy! What would your brother say if I were to slip
...?" whispered Kim.

I could hear the audience going wild. There was a great deal of shouting, and with the slime in
my ears I could barely make out what Kim was trying to say let alone decipher the yells of an
over stimulated bunch of voyeurs in the auditorium. She leant towards my head. The tip of my
cock probed the elastic lace at the side of her transparent panties. Her mouth was inches from
mt ear.

"You want to fuck?" breathed Kim, sliding up and down my erection with increasing tempo.. 

She pressed against my groin. In pain I slid backwards towards the side of the tank. Mellissa,
with her whip at the ready, was waiting for us to come within range. Mellissa gave a scream
of triumph and lashed out. 

Then several things happened very quickly. 

The audience went wild and I could hear fire works. 

Kim broke my weak grip on her wrists. 

Mellissa's whip curled around Kim's slender arm. Kim grimaced in pain but jerked her arm
backwards dragging Mellissa to the edge of the arena. 

Kim lunged for Mellissa's arm, caught it, and hauled the unbalanced girl over the rim and into
the green slime.

"Then fuck that!" snarled Kim, pushing the floundering Mellissa towards me.  

I needed no encouragement but pounced on the prostrate girl, pushed her head down into the
green goo, and buried my painfully large erection deep inside her. I came almost immediately,
throbbing and jerking with each spasm, but remained erect - relieved but erect. Which was
just as well because Madelaine had joined us in the tank. 

Whether she was thrown there by Kim, or she had been moved to save her daughter from a
rampant Sebastian contemplating seconds, didn't matter. She was floundering on her knees
when I grabbed her and laid her on her back over her daughter's squirming body. Her weight
kept Mellissa half submerged in the slime, moaning and bitching as she guessed what I meant
to do to mamma. I grabbed a tit in each fist, ordered her to spread her legs wide, then I
mounted her as fiercely as I could. It was just like old times.

Madelaine was still holding the big dildo and I told her, between grunts, that when I had
finished screwing her I would insist she use it on Mellissa. I said I would encourage and
support her efforts from the rear.

The crowd was becoming increasingly noisy drowning out Madelaine's screams of rage and
frustration. The rattle of the fireworks had grown much louder. I saw Kim climb out of the
tank and run beyond the glare of the footlights pursued by the Colonel himself waving an
automatic pistol. Then I glimpsed the Korean carrying a small sub-machine gun. He grinned
at me as he disappeared through the door we had entered. Star shaped scars erupted on the
plastic walls of the arena. I realized that the "fireworks"were, in fact, small-arms fire. I
reckoned that it would be wise to stop what I was doing and take cover. I rolled off Madelaine
and her daughter and slithered to the edge of the tank. Gerda and the Wicked Witch were
nowhere to be seen as I hauled myself upright and began to climb over the solid wall of the
structure. Madelaine, shrieking like a Harpy, was close behind me. 

I did not see her swing the solid plastic phallus at my head but I was told later that she
knocked me clean over the side of the arena and into the melee, where Conrad and two of his
ships' crews had arrived, like the cavalry in an old western, at the eleventh minute of the
eleventh hour, to the rescue. Plan "B", as Kim explained later, was a fall back in case Colonel
Rob Robrien rejected Kim's offer of a partnership and was tempted to try a double-cross.

I didn't see Kim and Conrad's passionate reunion embrace. I missed Kim's masterful
handling of the increasingly nervous clientele and the skill with which she restored order out
of the chaos. Nor did I see the awful sight of "Randy Rob" hog tied and penetrated by his
tearful niece, Laiya, wearing nothing but green goo and a strap-on dildo. "Poetic justice",
claimed Kim and an appropriate end to the theme night. I was in la-la land for two days before
being put on board the "Dawn Trader" bound for New Britain. Conrad said I was to practice
my navigation and recuperate after my ordeal.