‘Baldyman, you have a visitor.’
Albert Denton shoved the fuck-mag hurriedly under his pillow. The
mystified Londoner rose to his feet and stepped carefully over the other
prisoners, half-expecting the summons to be a pretext for another beating, but
he followed the guard to the day room anyway. He obeyed Fuckface
and slid into the designated booth then lit the last of his carefully hoarded
cigarettes and waited for who knew what.
It had been three years since he’d last seen her; three years of
sweating, pussyless misery in a crowded cell with
only his hand and his overactive imagination to give him relief from the
never-ending sexual frustration. He found it hard to breathe as the Vietnamese
babe sashayed into her side of the wired divide and settled her firm bottom on
the bench. If anything, the diminutive twenty-one-year-old had grown even more
feminine; her chest had filled out and she’d lost the little boy look she’d had
when he’d first found her hustling for blowjobs on the streets of Saigon.
Denton still loathed the idea of crediting himself with even the
slightest of redeeming virtues and yet he’d rescued her, succoured her and
protected her until she attached herself to him like some lovelorn limpet.
She’d repaid him in ways that he couldn’t have imagined; she introduced him to
the real white powder underground; it was thanks to her that he was able to
build up a rock solid network along the golden trail that led from the
hinterlands of Cambodia to the brazen markets of Bangkok and ultimately the
moneyed gateway to the real drug dealers far to the west.
He was suddenly fearful; his eyes flashed fire, but he gave her a smile.
‘Trinh, you haven’t─’
The fetid air filled with her musical laughter.
‘No, baby, it’s all still there; you always my numba
She thrust a delicate hand between her legs to give her crotch a
reassuring massage and Denton pretended relief, but it was the drugs he was
‘Baby,’ he promised her, ‘when I get out of here, I’m gonna buy you the moon.’
The lady boy was forced to cross her legs to contain her excitement.
‘Mmm, sugar,’ she cooed, ‘I’ve been saving
this all for you; me gonna love you, long time...’
Denton doubted the sincerity of her words. The little sperm addict had
probably sucked off half the male populace by now in her tireless search for cock,
but c’est la vie; it was the heroin that really
She’d excited him in ways he was loathe to admit; give him a regular
female to beat and to fuck and he’d be in like Flynn, but he was still burdened
with an infantryman’s staid strictures. Homo was a no-no, according to his
distinctly odd sense of morality,and yet, the minute
he’d seen her naked with those magnificent, firm titties
of hers so glaringly in contrast with the throbbing penis between her soft
thighs, his own massive weapon had betrayed him. Admittedly he’d been drunk;
he’d sat opposite her in a cheap hotel room and watched her excite herself with
her fingers and when she contrived somehow to lean back in her chair and lock
her ankles behind her neck in order to compress her supple body and suck
herself off, he’d squirmed in horror at the sudden surge in his boxer shorts.
Any other red-blooded male more at ease with himself may have grinned with
delight and joined the transsexual beauty in a mutual jack off session, but not
Albert. No, he was doomed to the delusions of a fevered mind forever locked in
conflict with itself; he’d gritted his teeth instead, drained the bottle of
whiskey and endured what he had supposed to be the unendurable, knowing that
the strange creature must somehow hold the key to his future resurrection.
Time had proved him right after all; for here she was, loyal to the last
and having only just contrived to organise a pardon for the hulking Englishman
through the payment of an outrageous series of bribes, all for the purest of
motives; for Trinh Tuyet was still hopelessly in love
with what she supposed to be her English saviour and benefactor.
Albert Denton harboured no such feelings for the boy-girl, but his
cunning mind knew well enough to string her along and to extract as much
mileage as he could from the faux relationship in order to further his own
eternally selfish ends.
He regarded her now with a facsimile of romantic gratitude.
‘Sugar,’ Albert apologised, ‘you know I don’t dig that kind of lovin’, but you’re still my number one. Say,’ he coughed,
‘what about the, you-know-what─’
She made a face. There was no one she loved more than her cruel English
Albert, but he hadn’t changed one iota. He could at least pretend, goddamn him.
‘All safe, my darling and I did as you say; I trade one block of brown
to Chinaman for big dollar; he don’t trick me,’ she smiled and licked her
blowjob lips. ‘I give dollars to sergeant Sriphungwa
and he let me see you today with good news.’
She blanched at the look in his eyes.
‘You go free tomorrow,’ she whispered hastily, ‘I meet you with car 12
noon then we make love for first time─’
He had to admit there had been many occasions in the last three years
when he’d been sorely tempted to surrender some of his precious tobacco ration
in order to stick it to her kind.
‘Sure, baby,’ he mollified her.
Freedom was just hours away; for one absurd moment he regretted his
stash of carefully hoarded fuck mags, then he shook
his shaven head in disbelief; he was still thinking like a jailbird. He was
going empty his balls alright, but his ten inch prick was strictly womb-bound;
pretty soon it would be hammering its way into the soft flesh of the purest,
feminine variety. He figured he’d need a minimum of three prostie
bitches in a bed for starters; meanwhile, he wondered how the hell she’d gotten
the dope across the Thai border.
He’d taught her to drive his beat up old Citroen and it must have taken
nerves of steel for her to cruise through the guns with the threat of a
lifetime behind bars and a quarter ton of pure brown secreted within the
What he would never know or appreciate was the cunning little vixen
turning up at the obscure checkpoint at two in the morning with her valiant
heart fluttering in terror.
The drunken guard had sauntered his way up to her and stuck his head
through the car window; she’d given him an inviting smile then she’d pulled up
the hem of her dress to reveal all seven inches of her raging hard on and in
the end, she’d taken on all three of them. She’d left them fucked, sucked and
satiated, then she’d alternately cried and giggled her way back to Bangkok with
her precious cargo still intact and all for him, for love ... but would he ever
His eyes confirmed her worst fears; they were manic, driven, obsessed
with demons of his own; White Man demons she could never hope to comprehend.
The indefatigable Denton had always known his star would rise again. His
days of fucking and beating and raping young girls were far from over, and as
if to confirm it, his angry prick was beginning to swell with murderous
impatience. Soon it would be let loose once more to hunt its favourite prey,
but it would require money, lots and lots of serious money.
He gave her his best lover boy smile.
‘Book me a flight to Hamburg, will you, sugar? I gotta
see a man about some Horse...’