Thai Policeman's Dark Secret: A Young Tourist's Descent into Bangkok's Underworld

Going Thai – by Angelina Hill

These events happened in November of last year. Let me explain. I am seventeen, blond, tall, long-legged, ample and firmed bosomed, slim and I'm told, very good looking. I had arrived in Bangkok from a sixteen day tour of Vietnam & Thailand itself. It was scheduled to be a three day
[ two nights ] stopover before heading back to mum and dad in Dublin. My only problem was that I had been mugged of my handbag in a market the very next morning! Money, cards all gone. This left me with only my passport, my mobile and the 2,500 Bart I had left at the hotel. Two thousand five hundred Bart sounds impressive until you realise it was just €60.

My hotel was the Ambassador and I had booked it on the internet. Unusually it was exactly as described with a huge bedroom, two double beds, a balcony with a stunning city view, and a bathroom which on its own was bigger than any hotel room I'd ever been in before. It was also only €55 a night, but if I ate nothing, went nowhere, walked to the airport it was still costing me more than I could pay.

The hotel staff were very good to me and armed with my details had my 'cards' reported stolen immediately, they also told me they would summon the police for me. Although it was unlikely my money would ever be recovered or anyone caught I would need a police report to claim off my insurance. They suggested I should go to my room and relax and they would let me know when the police arrived, still a little shaky I took their advice.

It was about half an hour later that reception rang to say the police were on the way up to my room.
Before I'd put the 'phone down they were knocking at my door. They were two of them and they spoke in broken, hesitant English. One was most kind and took all the details I could give him whilst the other nosed around the room. I was busy with the one filling out my insurance / crime number report form when his mate picked a small plastic money bag out of my case with perhaps an eighth of Nepalese hash in it. I'd been given by an American girl in Hanoi. In short I'd forgotten all about it.

The mood now changed quickly. They spoke together in Thai for some few minutes before the one who had been doing my form asked me my age. After I replied they spoke again and then started to tell me how much trouble I was in. Drugs were very bad for foreigners, I would have to surrender my passport, I was a juvenile, so I would be put in jail. There would be no flight home and my parents would have to fly out to collect me if I was later released. Needless to say I burst into tears.

They let me cry for a while whilst they constantly commented on the amount of trouble I was in. I was desperate and they knew it. It was then that the one who'd found the cannabis suddenly said there was possibly a way out of my problem. I looked up at him. Holding my flight ticket he asked what I thought if they came back later and we had all went out for a meal & drink. They would bring a friend and afterwards they'd come back to my room and 'fuck-fuck me' all night! If I agreed and did everything they wanted I would be 'ok for food, ok for room, ok to fly out to Dublin' next day. They were that bold and that explicit! In truth I had no choice and with a sinking feeling of fright in the pit of my stomach dumbly nodded agreement. To ensure I was theirs they made no bones about taking my passport thus making sure I'd be going nowhere. It was also made very clear that I should wait in my room until contacted.

It was about 3pm when a boy brought up a few a large packages and a sealed note. I opened the envelope and in badly written English it told me that I must be ready at 4pm, dressed in the clothes in the package. I still have it. It said [ in poor English ].....

' I would have a good meal with them. It was only good for me to be let off but also to be learning about sex by experienced Thai men, as would be shown to me..... This would be very much done for my good pleasures to.... No money need to go to hotel all would paid for you now.'

I showered and then opened the clothes package. By the time I finished dressing I had powder blue knickers, matching suspenders and stockings, powder blue 'bra, very tight Chinese style one piece top and dress which zipped up the back. It emphasised my tits and covered my fanny by a bare six inches or so. For some bizarre reason of taste they'd also sent a sparkly silver pair of high heel sandals for me to wear. They must have been very good at observation because everything fitted even if I ended up looking and feeling like a tart. True I was no virgin as I'd done a bit of heavy petting, wanked off my boyfriend whilst he finger fucked me on his recent 18th birthday, but being a good catholic girl I'd never actually been had by anyone!

At 4pm they were prompt in picking me up and arrived smartly dressed in civvies. A quick taxi ride delivered us outside of a very opulent, plush restaurant called the Mahanaga. We had a table reserved for us and I was soon sitting at a round table with the two policeman I knew and no less than three of their friends. The kinder one from the morning slid a plastic container over to me with a single pill inside.

' In morning day tomorrow you take and no baby inside later,' he said.

It hit me then that I was going to be ganged by five Thai guys who had licence to fuck me as often as they liked and in any way they liked.

I drank plenty of alcohol at their expense and was quite tipsy by

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