by Joy Rider
Throughout, Suchin had appeared to be bored and resigned to the humiliating way in which she was being used. Peter viewed it again studying her expressions when her face showed. She appeared to be completely disinterested, almost as though it was somebody else's body subjected to such vile and disgusting abuse.
The only time she showed any emotion was when they penetrated her anus, as you could tell that she did not like this. Also, having men spray cum in her face was obviously unpleasant to her, as it would be to anybody.
It was very late when Peter went to bed, exhausted and bewildered. He found that his cock was hard and angrily cursing the bitch, went back to his computer to masturbate watching his ex-girlfriend perform again and again. Then he cried himself to sleep.
Throughout the next day, images from the video tortured his mind. He managed to put off viewing it again until the evening. This time he paid attention to the web site that was hosting the video. It was a brothel in a nearby suburb and there were photos of the girls, they had available for 'services'. One of these was Suchin, although she was the only one with a video. The other girls all looked Australian and Peter thought that only Suchin was stupid enough to allow herself to be filmed like that.
So what was going on? Nin thought she was with Peter and she was actually working as a prostitute. Then he remembered Bull and wondered if he had something to do with it. It was exactly the sort of thing a biker gang would get into.
He rang the brothel and arranged to go there straight away.
The Madam showed him into a plush velvet lined room with several bored looking girls sitting around. It was early, and there were no other customers in sight. The girls smiled eagerly at Peter. As well as being the only customer, he was young and good-looking, which would make a nice change from all those smelly old men.
As he couldn't see Suchin, he asked Madam, if he could have the Asian girl who he had seen in a video on their web site. She smiled slyly and said.
"That one's special my dear. We have to charge extra for her on account of her being a porn star, if you see what I mean."
Peter agreed to pay the additional amount and was shown into another part of the building. The madam opened a stout looking door with a key and let Peter into a room with a bed, a couch, and a TV. There, watching the TV was Suchin.
Peter was worried Suchin might cry out or do something that would show they knew each other, so he quickly distracted the Madam by asking her if he could pay with his American Express card. The woman agreed and left them alone, saying.
"Ring the bell when you have finished, and I will unlock the door for you. You understand that we don't want a beauty like this leaving us do we?"
She winked and added, "She doesn't speak much English, but I don't suppose that will worry you. She is very good at her job."
Alone, Peter and Suchin stared at each other. Then tears started rolling down Suchin's cheeks. Peter hadn't worked out what he would do when he met Suchin. He wasn't sure if he would hit her or comfort her. As it was, he automatically sat down beside her on the couch and held her in his arms, while she wept.
She seemed so fragile, lonely, and frightened. He could see that she was kept here against her will, and forced to work as a prostitute. He wasn't sure if he could love her again, or forgive her behaviour in Thailand, but he knew that he had to try to save her from her captivity.
Over the next hour, he managed to communicate to her that he would come back and get her out, then take her back to Thailand. Reluctantly, he pressed the bell and left her imprisoned, for use by other customers.
Peter thought carefully about how to get Suchin out of the brothel and decided the only solution would be to go to the police. There was a slight chance, they might charge her with prostitution, and it was very likely that she would be deported back to Thailand, which would probably be the best thing for her.
Detective Sergeant Russel of the Vice Squad was very sympathetic. He said it was a licensed brothel, and that it was not uncommon for Thai bargirls to be lured into the sex trade in Australia. Usually their visas were not valid as it was impossible to get a visa to work in Australia as a prostitute, he added with a wry smile.
Keeping a woman as a sex slave was a serious offence, so he agreed to organise a raid on the brothel, in conjunction with Immigration. He asked Peter to go along with them to show them the room in which Suchin was being kept, and to help them identify her.
The raid was not as dramatic as Peter had anticipated. DS Russel and the man from Immigration both wore business suits. A uniformed policewoman came with them. The DS showed the Madam a search warrant, and she let them in. She saw Peter and gave him a nasty knowing smile.
He took them straight to the room in which he saw Suchin, but it was unlocked and empty. After a couple of hours Peter left with the police, who told the Madam that everything was in order, and that she should fix the lights in one of the toilets.
DS Russel told Peter that they had probably been tipped off and had moved Suchin before the raid. "It's very difficult to keep these things secret" he complained staring pointedly at the man from Immigration.
Peter felt depressed and let down.
"Where will they have moved her?" he asked.
"Difficult to say" was the reply
"Another brothel, somebody's house..... Didn't you say that she was brought in by the Men of Mayhem bikie gang? She is probably being held in their club house to provide them with entertainment until the heat blows over."
"Can you organise a raid of the club house?" Peter asked.
"Nah, too bloody difficult, it's been made into a fortress with a ten foot high wall and gate. We raided it once and needed special equipment to get in, plus a TRG squad to deal with any gunfire. The only thing we found to charge them with was an unlicensed shot gun, and then we couldn't work out who it belonged to, so the magistrate threw it out of court."
"They can afford the best lawyers, and we ended up getting sued by them! Part of the problem is the Wall of Silence, as there is no way any gang member will rat on anybody else, as it's too bloody dangerous. Informing would be writing your own death sentence. They are a nasty lot, but we can't touch them."
Peter was furious at this. How could it be that, in a law-abiding country, thugs could do what they liked, because the police were afraid of them? If Suchin was in their clubhouse, there was no way he could get her out. He had no doubt that, every day she was in there, she would be cruelly abused.
Reluctantly, he decided that the only thing he could do was to go to the clubhouse and offer to buy Suchin from them. Peter had a good job with plenty of spare cash, so he could afford a reasonable payment. He decided to take $2,000 in cash, which he thought would be enough.
If that didn't work, he would challenge Bull directly. He knew the bully hated him, and maybe he could get him to fight over Suchin. Bull was a big man and well built but Peter had trained in martial arts since he was a child, and it would be a reasonably match. In the back of his mind, he had some very old fashioned ideas about chivalry and felt that, in a fair duel, he could probably get Suchin out. .....but would it be fair?
Then he had second thoughts, thinking that they could kill him. That was unlikely, but they might rough him up. He had done a lot of harm to Suchin, so if he had to take a beating for her that's the way it would be.
As insurance, he rang DS Russel and told him of his plans.
"I have to advise you against that" the policeman cautioned him "bloody stupid in fact, but I can't stop a citizen from knocking on another's front door, even if they are suffering from insanity. When are you going?"
"Tomorrow night" Peter replied.
"You promise me that as soon as you get out you ring me?"
"Yes of course."
"OK if I haven't heard from you in three days, I will organise a raid on the place, to get you out. Who knows you might find that you are entertaining them as well as your girlfriend."
Bikers
It was getting da
rk when Peter approached the clubhouse, which was in a light industrial district of the city. It looked more like a storage depot than a club with high black painted welded steel plate walls all around and a huge metal gateway. You would need a tank to get into this place he thought.
The door was decorated with a series of rolling skulls and a large sign saying 'Men of Mayhem MCC'. Below it, some wit had written 'Abandon hope all ye non member stupid maggots who enter here' crudely in red paint.
Somebody had added 'except for ladies' in smaller white print underneath.
An additional 'd' had been added in a different paint and the 'm' in 'maggots ' had been altered to an 'f'.
At the side of the door was an ordinary bell push next to a small metal plate saying 'No hawkers or junk mail'.
Peter pushed the button and was instantly illuminated by floodlights from on top of the gateposts, where he guessed there must also be a CCTV camera. He could hear dogs barking from inside and then a metallic voice snarled "Whata ya want?"
"I want to see Bull" Peter replied hoarsely.
There was a long silence and then a voice said
"Hello Peter, we've been expecting you, come in."
And the gate opened.
Two burly men with beards and leather jackets escorted Peter across the dirt-floored compound, while German Shepherd dogs snarled at him from their chains. In the dusk, he could see motor bikes parked outside a large corrugated iron building, which looked like a warehouse. There were no windows but he could see light coming from underneath the door.
Inside there was a huge room with plasterboard walls, which didn't reach to the high corrugated iron roof. The room had several doors in the walls, and was filled with a strange combination of old tatty furniture combined with new opulent furnishings.
In one area, the concrete floor was bare and stained with oil. Stripped motorcycles and parts lay scattered, with empty bottles and beer cans. In another area there appeared to be a stage with a huge circular bed with mirrors on the wall and false ceiling. There were cameras on tripods set pointing at the bed.
There was an enormous plasma TV screen with chairs, battered sofas, cushions and old mattresses scattered in front of it.
About twelve club members, all looking like archetypal bikers wearing embossed leather jackets, dirty jeans, bushy red beards, studded belts, cowboy boots, tattoos and pot bellies, sprawled around watching the screen.
Others were playing on a worn looking full sized billiard table.
Most of them were drinking beer.
It was hot due to a massive log fire in the centre of the room with a crudely made cowling and chimney to conduct the smoke. The fireplace would have looked like a 1970s log cabin movie set, if it hadn't been made from old car doors.
The hard rock sound from the big speakers in the corner was deafening.
The two men who had brought him in continued to hold him firmly by the arms, as Bull walked over to Peter. He smiled at Peter nastily showing white teeth surrounded by beard.
"What can we do for you little faggot?" he asked with a sneer.
"I've come to get Suchin." Peter replied nervously.
The three men guffawed at this.
"Suchin the whore?" Bull asked. "Now why would you want a fucked out hooker like that? She fucks anything in sight and if she can't get a cock in her cunt she likes to suck on it. Doesn't she men?"
He raised his voice to a bellow as he said this to get above the roar of the guitars and drums. Several of the bikers lazily agreed with him.
"Put on the cunt's video Rider, so her boyfriend can watch her perform."
They made Peter watch the horrible video of Suchin in the hotel, even though he protested that he had seen it.
"I bet you wanked to it." Bull sneered.
This was too close to the mark and it must have shown on Peter's face, as they all laughed again and Bull said
"Don't worry darling we have all wanked over her as well, and at least it shows that you are not completely a faggot. She does a great hand job, and we get her to jack us off while we are watching her porno show. Suchin is a clever girl. She can do five cocks at a time without missing a beat."
"Can I see her?" asked Peter, thinking that at least it looked as though she was here.
"Yeah, bring her in Big Piss and turn that fucking noise off."
At first, Peter didn't think it could be Suchin, as the naked girl they brought in was slumped and dirty with bruises or motor oil all over her body. Her head hung down so that he couldn't see her face for her scraggly hair.
There was something tattooed over the breasts just above her nipples. He had to concentrate to see it. He was repulsed to read 'these tits property of Men of Mayhem MCC' spread across both breasts. It was horrible! How could they do that to a girl? She would be marked for life!
Bull laughed uproariously when he saw the look on Peter's face, as he read the tattoo.
"She belongs to us now poof" he cackled. 'Show the queer the other one.' he commanded. "Open your legs slut."
Without looking up, Suchin obediently opened her legs. Her pubic area was completely bald and to Peter's horror, he could clearly see words tattooed just above her dark crack. He read 'cocks in here' with an arrow pointing to the slit and a crudely drawn picture of a penis.
"You fucking bastards" he shouted angrily.
"Look Cock Hole, your boyfriend's here," Bull told Suchin.
Suchin looked up and for the first time saw Peter. She whimpered "Peter" in a plaintive voice.
"Show him how good you are at blow jobs darling." Bull instructed her.
Suchin looked at Peter in despair, thinking that he would never love her again if he saw her sucking another man's cock.
Bull smiled, guessing what she was thinking.
"Don't worry love, it's his cock you are going to suck not ours. You've sucked all ours dry already."
To Peter he added, "We feed the slag on cum, it stops her getting fat and its good for her skin."
By this time, the bikers had all gathered around them to watch and they laughed loudly at Bulls joke.
"Get your boyfriend's little cock out Cunt."
Suchin looked helplessly at Peter. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't suck Peter's cock in front of all these men. She could hear one of the bikers on a mobile phone telling his mates to come to the clubhouse, as there would be some fun tonight. She remembered that when they had brought her there they had done the same thing. As many as 40 men had turned up for the show and used her body. Surely, they wouldn't do that again tonight, in front of Peter.
Having his penis sucked in front of all these men was horrific to Peter, who had always been very private about his manhood, even avoiding showering with other men when he played sport.
He started shouting "No, NO!!" and struggling to free himself from the men holding him.
Then somebody else got him from behind and putting a hand under his chin, jerked his head back so he couldn't move. Held helpless by three men, he felt the fly of his jeans open up as the zip was pulled down. Then his belt and the top button of his jeans were undone and they started sliding down his legs. He closed his eyes and frowning groaning quietly to himself, as he felt his underpants being pulled down, exposing his private parts to all the ugly bikers.
The bikers loved to watch a faggot being tormented and humiliated, and there were lots of jokes about how small Peter's cock was. He felt the cold smooth glass neck of a beer bottle being used to flip his penis up and let it flop down again, as the crowd of men examined it.
The comments were foul:
"Knife must have slipped when they circumcised it and cut a bit off the end."
"Couldn't fuck a chicken with that."
"Poor Suchin. There's no way a little thing like that can fill a big cunt like yours."
"The slut's crying at the sight of his little cock, not much compared with our cocks is it sweetheart?"
Peter felt gentle hands on his limp penis and knew that
Suchin was touching him. He was so angry, humiliated, and scared that her touch did nothing for him. Even when he felt her lips kiss his penis it stayed small and weak.
He felt that he should be getting an erection to prove his manhood and feelings for Suchin, but nothing was happening. The bikers were already making nasty comments about him being a queer, poof, and faggot. He felt his penis flop inside Suchin's mouth as she desperately tried to make him hard.
When she gave up, he could hear her crying.
Now Bull was telling Suchin that her boyfriend was a faggot Katoi (ladyboy) and incapable of fucking her.
"Peter wants to suck other men's cocks don't you Peter? I bet that turns you on."
"Strip him."
Peter's jacket was pulled off, and his shirt was torn away popping all the buttons. With his jeans, underwear, shoes and socks removed, he was completely naked.
They let go of him, and he automatically used his hands to cover his genitals. For the first time, he could see what was going on. Rough looking men with beards surrounded him. They were rowdy and some of them seemed to be drunk. There were many more than when he first went in.
Suchin was nude crouched on the floor looking down and crying.
One of the men was throwing Peter's clothes on the fire. They had taken his wallet out first and were counting the money he had brought to buy Suchin.
Peter had never been so scared in his life. He was nude surrounded by men calling him a faggot with no way of escape. He had thought that he might take a beating but not this!
They were forcing Suchin to her feet and making her look at him.
"Peter Katoi" Bull was saying to her "Watch."
"Who's got the biggest cock?" Bull asked the onlookers.
"Ah yes, Dunlop. Get it out for Peter to suck on."
Peter's eyes widened as one of the men came into the circle in front of Peter, unzipped and got out a very long cock which the biker held in his hand offering it to Peter.
Bull sneered at him "Look how excited your boyfriend is Suchin, he loves to suck cock. Suck it Peter!"