Young Australian Female Journalist Coerced. Ch 2
Bathed, blown, and beautified, I felt relaxed, confident and just a slight feeling of in-trepidation as the 3 servant girls led me into the large lounge room to meet the General.
The tight tube skirt make it hard to stride in so I had to shuffle, which I thought made me look servile, so I held my head high and tried to exude a superior air to avoid any first meeting disadvantage. All the talk in the room ceased once the occupants saw me, I had 6 smart dressed military officers, strong but not tall, wiry rather than stocky. They were assessing me, no hint of dust or sweat on them, they had travelled in comfort. Their deadpan faces not showing any reveal of their emotions, thoughts or plans. I looked at all 6 in the eye, assessing them back, trying to work out the pecking order. I recognised the General from his photo in the hallway and he had the most military bling, so the rest were lower level officers. Two of which had faces that you just knew meant that they were cruel men, no sunshine in their soul at all to be seen.
I broke the silent stare off,
"Hello General, thank you for the transportation and chance to refresh before I meet your King."
The General laughed, then spoke rapid Khmer to the others and all 6 broke out in raucous laughter.
"Oh fuck," I thought to myself. That was not the response I wanted. I decided to show the invitation so they knew I was invited to meet with the King, but I realised that I must have left it in the bathroom.
"Excuse me, I will be back in a jiffy." I apologised and shuffled back to the bathroom.
There was nothing there, all my dirty clothes were gone, my satchel holding my interview kit and all my paperwork and travel documents gone. My stomach sank and I felt so gullible. I was so relaxed and had made the dangerous error, I let my guard down. Now the General has me under his whim, as an undocumented traveller in a foreign country where no one I know, knows where I am.
I took a deep breath and thought what is the best way to regain control, do I play along and see what happens until I can access a phone and call Joseph, or do I demand to use a phone right now. Thinking it through, I thought that if I demanded a phone they would deny me anyway, after the great lengths they took to get me here, all I would be doing is showing my fear.
OK Cassie, let's see where this rabbit hole leads to, so I shuffled back into the room.
"Miss Lomly, please sit down." The General said.
I looked about, but there was no chair vacant, only a cushion on the floor in front of the General. Talk about a power play, no way was I sitting at his feet.
"Thank you for the offer Sir, but it was a long drive and I would rather stand." I replied, using my Western height to retain some dominance of my own.
He babbled quickly to his other guests before talking to me in English,
"You are headstrong Miss, it is a rare fault that doesn't last in our country. If you do not wish to sit, you can stand, but I suggest you stand near the cushion in case your legs tire and buckle."
I chuckled silently, imagining myself telling the General,
"Mate, I can stand all day and all night, as if my legs would give way."
Instead I asked,
"May I have my things returned to me General, they were taken while I refreshed from the long dusty drive." Emphasising the dusty, as their uniforms were so pristine.
"Do not worry Miss Lomly, my staff do their best to keep the dust out of this house, so your things will be returned once they are cleaned. Now let's get down to business. Why are you in Cambodia?"
"As you probably know I am a journalist, so I am just doing my job."
"Miss Lomly, we are interested to find out what stories you will write about our great country, perhaps we can work together to ensure all of our interests are on the same path?"
"General, I would appreciate any assistance you can offer me, but as you know my newspaper is independent, we do not publish the propaganda that some State media do at their governments behest."
"I would never expect you to just run what anyone can read in our national paper Miss Lomly, your young reputation would wilt. I just want to ensure certain truths are known, truths you may not be aware of."
"Thank you General, I would be very interested in learning what truths you can show me."
"Good," said the General, smirking, " I am glad I have your permission. One very sad thing about our country Miss Lomly is the exploitation of our young people by perverted international sex tourists, are you aware of that?"
"Yes, I witnessed the debauched foreign sex tourists in a sleazy bar in Phnom Phenh last night, an ex pat took me there specifically to show me what goes on so I could hopefully expose it to the world. That is one of the stories I would like to write about, to help your young people lead better lives. I am glad you agree General."
" I agree our youth need to look forward to better lives than those poor souls who are abused by foreigners. But Cambodia is a little more complicated than that Miss Lomly, certain powerful people might have financial interests in the profits from those sleazy bars. So we have to be wary of exposing ourselves in any investigation, true?"
"Yes General, I agree." I said beaming. I could not hold the joy from my face, the General was going to help me liberate the poor bar girls and boys by helping me with my story.
"Well how about we watch this video then, it shows a depraved foreign sex tourist torturing and abusing our youth to fulfil their sick sexual kinks?"
"Only in the interests of research for the story I will watch it, but I warn you I may not last the whole film if it is depraved as you say."
The General clapped his hands and a screen appeared from behind a cabinet where all the chairs had a view. The General was just behind me to my right. The room went dark and the screen filled with a close up of a young naked local girl's bum getting slapped repeatedly on her bare buttocks, the large white persons hand coming down on her bum with an unexpectedly loud ear piercing slap that made your eyes water.
The sick westerner I thought. I need to expose these perverts, although the hand looked feminine and familiar, it was not an old man's hand. This might be good material for a whole new slant on my report, Female sex tourists.
The next scene showed the legs of a Western woman grip the head of a Cambodian girl and force her face into her naked crutch despite the girl struggling and waving stop stop stop to no avail to the direction of the camera. What a bitch that Western bully is I thought. The film jumped to a scene where a young girl appeared to have her breasts tortured by large feminine Western hands, harshly pulling and tearing at her nipples, before panning up to show the crying face of the poor tortured, beautiful girl facing the camera pleading for help. She looked like one of the General's servant girls, but in so much pain.
The sick western bitch must have had someone film these degradation's for her to Jill off to later. However it was great footage, so emotional. It really portrayed how sick these degenerates are.
When the screen was full of a spread Westerner pussy with blonde pubes and an exposed juicy pale pink vagina, my heart stopped,
"Holy Shit, that looks like mine!" I whispered to myself, my knees buckled slightly.
The next scene was a wider angle, clearly showing it was me roughly handling girl 1 and it appeared I forced her to submit her sex to my eager mouth. While I forced my tongue in her privates the girl looked at the camera and cried, mouthing, "Help me! Save me."
My legs buckled and I fell slowly to the floor.
There was a wide angle shot showing me playing with my pussy, direct to the camera while girl 2 sobbed on the massage table and girl 1 cowered in the corner of the room, shying away from me as if I was a monster and was getting off by having the two girls in total fear of me.
When the screen showed me slapping girl 3 hard on the face and then shaking her fiercely before punishing her tiny bottom with my vicious slaps followed by my viscous two fingered thrusting penetration of her as she cried I yelled out,
"Enough stop the video."
The large mirror, it must be one way glass, the devious General caught me in a forced honey trap.
They had edited the events in the bathroom to make me look like a degenerate, all the control and aggression by the other girls was cut out. I was the large foreigner abusing the innocent youth of Cambodia as my personal, disposable pleasure machines.
I was laying prone at the general's feet, he sneered at me as the lights came on and said,
"Well Miss Lomly, are you willing to report this story, to expose that particular sex tourist?"
He smiled at me with steely determination, knowing he had total domination over me know.
"My new foreign sex tourist laws will see the offender strapped up, bent over a table in the town centre, stripped naked and left there for the town to take their fill of revenge. The next day the criminal will beaten in public until all their skin is flayed off then dumped for the wild dogs to feast on. Would you like to see the monster we saw on the screen to be the first to go through the new punishment?"
I was so ill I was about to puke.
What had the General said before the film, "we have to be wary of exposing ourselves in any investigation, true?" well I totally exposed myself there, how could I be so stupid.
He must have read my thoughts, saying,
"Don't beat yourself up for being caught out Cassie, the fruit drink you were given had a strong relaxant in it, so we could get past your defences. But I do think we have a working arrangement going forward, yes?"
