Bangkok Breakout: They were expendable

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Bangkok Breakout: They were expendable


The simmering, polluted, concrete jungle of Bangkok, capital city of Thailand. For years, a playground of the rich, greedy and most of all, immoral. But the year was 2008 and things were, for a time, very different. Political instability, rioting, coup attempts and rumours of unanswered border incursions by neighbouring Cambodia had left the once proud capital in a state of paralysis. There is however, an old Thai saying ‘The misfortune of one is an opportunity of another’. With this in mind, rogue elements within Cambodia sought to destabilise their neighbour even further. Central to this plan was to get the Thai people fighting amongst themselves by provoking internal strife. So, for several months prior to the declaration of Marshall Law, a small and ruthless squad of Cambodian and Vietnamese assassins infiltrated Bangkok to cause havoc for its inhabitants and spread panic around the country. This vicious team of mercenaries terrorised the business sector by organising and carrying out a large number of high profile assassinations, kidnappings and public bombings. Politicians weren’t safe either nor were other leading public figures as they were eliminated one by one with ruthless efficiency. Eventually, the main aim of the mercenaries was realised as chaos and near civil war was brought to the streets of Bangkok with hundreds of thousands of protesters taking up arms and clashing with government forces for control.

Now with their wicked work done and Thailand on the verge of collapse. It was time to bring for the Cambodians to bring their team of mercenaries home. It wouldn’t be easy. The team itself were all female and each at the top of their profession. For over a year they had been masquerading as common prostitutes at a rundown brothel near to Siam Square. This clever disguise gave the women (twelve in number) the perfect cover to blend into their surroundings. They were also close to their targets and the fact that they were based in a police ‘no go’ zone that meant the minimum of disruption to their plans. But now, their time in Thailand was almost finished. An opportune dash to the Cambodian border and they would be home without any real difficulties, or so they thought.


5pm, Wednesday, 23rd May, 2008, the hideout

Listening into the police radio broadcasts, as she did every day, mercenary team leader, Bich Chau, couldn’t help but be fascinated by a single faint transmission coming from the nearby police post in Chup Road.

Police dispatcher: ‘Message understood. We shall await the arrival of Miss Char Ming at 8pm tonight. In your earlier transmission, you stated that your current position in King’s Hospital is under threat from rioters. Please be advised to proceed with extreme caution to our post for later escort out of Bangkok. Transmission out’.

Although she was not looking for more targets, Bich Chau couldn’t believe her luck. Char Ming was the daughter of Thailand’s richest man and well known socialite. Bich had read that she had been recently hospitalised for cosmetic surgery, which would explain the transmission. Presumably, the rioting had now made her position unsafe, so no doubt using her father’s influence she had arranged a safe haven while the unrest continued. Bich called over her loyal deputy, Cam Chi as the two women began checking the map for the exact location of the police post. Neither woman could believe their luck when they realised that the police post on Chup Road was little more than half a kilometre from their hideout. In fact, the post was situated where they were, in the heart of the city’s red light district. Bich thought about the post, now she remembered. It was a small outpost, staffed by only female police officers so as to liaise with the prostitutes working there area. A sort of community police station for whores, Bich thought tm herself. Although her team were due to head home any day soon. This was an opportunity, surely not to be missed. A ransom for Char Ming could easily run into the tens of millions and given the dangers her team faced trying to get home anyway, perhaps some extra ‘insurance’ might not be a bad idea. After all, this might mean glory for her team and promotion for Bich if she was successful!


‘Hurry, hurry’ Bich repeated time and time again as she gathered her team of vicious female assassins together in the dining room.
‘Sisters, a golden opportunity has presented itself. We must ready ourselves for one last mission’.


Bich continued ‘We must deprive the corrupt and decadent nation of Thailand of one of its worst daughters. She is Char Ming, the spoilt and unloved daughter of Ho Ming, owner of the largest defence contractor in East Asia. Let him and Thailand pay for their vile princess with money and humiliation and let us be victorious! But we must move quickly and yes, my sisters, this final mission will involve dangers that we cannot yet begin to imagine’. At this Bich gestured for her assassins to sit down and listen to her hastily made plan for the abduction of Thailand’s richest woman.

‘I salute you and our Communist homelands. To the death!’

‘To the death!’ replied her excited and loyal followers. Part one of plan would now be put in motion.



Chapter Two

6pm, cell holding area, Chup Road Police Post


Policewoman Nuk Pantenga yawned as she sat in the custody suite reading her latest Thai cookery book. This sweet natured twenty-four year old was planning a busy night. Later that evening she would be cooking for her devoted parents their favourite fish curry dish for the very first time. As Nuk had never been much of a cook she knew her efforts would as ever, be appreciated by her loving parents. Although the youngest of their four children, she was their only daughter and ‘apple of her father’s eye’ and since her graduation from the Thai National University some two years ago, the young princess had been keen to repay her parents for both their financial sacrifices and faith they had shown in her sometimes average academic ability. Tonight would be the first of many attempts to demonstrate to her parents how she had matured and she hoped, would also help smooth the way for her big news … her decision to move out of the family home to seek wider independence once her promotion board studies had been completed. But for now, Nuk continued with her reading, totally engrossed with her preparations for the evening ahead. After all, there was only one female prisoner of the single cell in the custody area to supervise and she was already sound asleep, having been arrested for drunkenness just thirty minutes before drunkenness and soliciting in an unlicensed public place. So Nuk carried on reading and thinking without a care in her innocent, young world.

Lying flat out on the cell room bed, mercenary team leader, Bich Chau opened her eyes. Disguising herself as a drunken prostitute had been fun, as had getting arrested. But now, the real work would begin. Bich looked up at the young carefree policewoman, who was sitting with her back to her.

‘Stupid, very stupid’ Bich thought to herself as she spat out a small universal lock opener from her foul smelling mouth. Now, gingerly tip-toeing over to the cell door, the confident, yet careful Bich began to try the various lock combinations as quietly and systematically as possible. Then ‘Hey presto’ Bich whispered as she felt the door lock click open. Now on all fours the deadly assassin began stalking her prey. Crawling silently until she got within a few inches of the oblivious sitting policewoman’s back.

Standing up straight and looking down at Nuk’s reading material Bich made her move. ‘Sorry angel, but you should have saved it for the library’ at this, Bich grabbed the panicking young woman by the neck and shoulders, placing her in an irresistible sleeper hold. Her grip was tight, but not excessive nor was the attack overly violent, just sufficient to achieve its objective. Very quickly the young policewoman’s resistance became more and more futile as she started to drift into a peaceful, yet deep unconsciousness. Now as if to signal her final unconditional surrender, the young policewoman’s right shoe slipped gently from off her foot, landing noisily on the hard concrete floor below. The target had been neutralised, now for part two of the infiltration.

Bich knelt down and felt the policewoman’s pulse. Sure enough, she was fine. Now bending down once more, she picked up Nuk’s discarded police issue court shoe and dropped it into the policewoman’s hat that had been placed on the table. Taking a deep breath, Bich now grabbed each of the unconscious woman’s arms and along with the hat and shoe began dragging her slowly but surely into the darkened cell room. As she move her fallen prey long the floor, the black heel of the remaining policewoman’s shoe scratched the surface of the concrete floor, making a sharp screeching sound as it did. But Bich didn’t worry; she knew there would be nobody else in this part of the building. Once into the cell room, Bich forcefully lifted the woman up and laid her flat on the cell bed. Glancing down for a moment, she couldn’t help but admire the sleeping woman’s slender figure and graceful facial features.

‘Very pretty’ Bich muttered out loud.

With that, Bich began rapidly unbuttoning Nuk’s brown uniform police shirt all the way down to her waistline, ignoring as she did, Nuk’s police issue white T-shirt that was always worn underneath the uniform top. Seconds later, Bich next gently prized Nuk’s remaining police court off her sleeping foot. Now, peering closely at and then feeling the soles of Nuk’s flesh coloured pantyhose, Bich was relieved to discover that they were still relatively fresh and unscented, however, holding up both shoes for closer examination, she could see that although they were smart and well-polished on the outside, the insides were well-worn and faded. Looking down again, Bich now unhooked the last part of Nuk’s uniform puzzle – her long brown skirt. Soon the zip on the back of her skirt opened like a freshly peeled banana to reveal two, beautiful pantyhose covered buttocks, Bich now found herself distracted as couldn’t help but smile at the cheeky white ‘Angry Birds’ panties that the policewoman was wearing.

‘Obviously from the local night market’ Bich giggled to herself.

Now, with the skirt pulled off, Bich tied her own hair back in the fashion of a Bangkok policewoman and began redressing in the policewoman’s uniform. Unfortunately, and as expected, the shirt and skirt were both a little on the tight side, yet as she slid into Nuk’s shoes, she couldn’t help but thank her lucky stars for making them the same size. Now the disguise was complete. Turning one last time to the unconscious Nuk, Bich checked her over one last time. Given the force of the sleeper hold, she would be out for at least five minutes, so no need to gag or tie her, especially as she was locked in a soundproof cell. Also, given that Bich would only need the disguise for a few minutes, her decision not to dress in the young woman’s tights and white undershirt was probably going to be justified.

Now, turning her head as she adjusted the uniform hat, Bich couldn’t resist a ritual comment or two.

‘Sweet dreams, my little princess. But remember, we have a busy day in the morning. So try and get all of your beauty sleep until then’.

Then blowing a kiss in mock appreciation, Bich locked the cell door tightly and gingerly walked straight out of the custody suite and into the police stations only true corridor.



Chapter Three

Tiptoeing past the various office doors in the police station, Bich noticed the duty roster.

‘Excellent’ she thought. ‘Only six policewomen on duty and one of those is well, er …’ she grinned as she looked down at her captured uniform.

Now she tenderly crept past the reception area. From what she could she, there was only one policewoman sitting at the enquiry desk. Another young pretty thing and this time with sergeant stripes, Bich thought to herself. The odd thing was that she also seemed quite preoccupied too, in her case she was busy knitting a child’s jumper. Bich shook her head in disapproval.

‘Hardly elite’ she thought.

The next room she past was the canteen, as she walked casually past, covering her face as she did, she couldn’t help but notice the relaxed manner of the four policewomen occupying the sofa and two comfortable chairs. The TV set was on and clearly the women were all enjoying the latest Thai soap opera. Bich hated that sort of thing, as a matter of fact, she had never watched TV in her life unless to review some violent mission training videos. Bich’s attitude to the policewomen now hardened.

‘These are hardly worthy enemies’ she whispered to herself.

‘They must be punished too’!

Now, arriving at the back entrance of the police station, Bich took out Nuk’s keys and began trying the locks … 1,2,3 attempts all failed and then, finally…

‘Open sesame’ as the door swung open to reveal eleven heavily armed and tense looking Vietnamese mercenaries.

‘What kept you’? Asked one of the women.
‘Oh sorry, I had trouble putting one of the women to bed. It seems she didn’t want to say nighty-nighty after all'.

At that remark, the women all smiled from cheek to cheek. It was a rare break from the tension that had been building up all evening.
Bich quickly regained her authority.

‘You two, head for the armoury and secure it. They’re all unarmed, so make sure they don’t get any ideas. YOU! (Pointing rudely to another of her team) Stay here and make sure none of them wants to leave the party by trying to escape. I will head to reception with Chin and Nygan, but I want the rest of you to take the canteen. I’m sure you’ll find them very compliant. At that the team all went their separate ways.

In the canteen, the end credits of the soap opera began to roll, the watching policewomen began to stand up and straighten their uniforms. At this point they were greeted with six heavily armed intruders.

‘You know, I really wouldn’t bother ladies. Now let me explain your situation. We have automatic pistols pointing at your heads and you don’t. So come with us quietly to the cell area and you might live to watch the next episode. Understand or do you want a demonstration?

The bewildered policewomen shook their heads in sheer fright. Naturally they raised their hands and allowed themselves to be hurried into the now unlocked cell area.

In the reception area, acting sergeant Put Laumanga, had little chance either. Bich’s first act was to grab her around the wrist and frog march her into the empty duty sergeant’s office. As she did another accomplice locked the front door to the police station and dimmed the lights.

Chup Road Police Post was now under the full control of the mercenaries.

Back down in the cell areas there was confusion and terror. None of the captive policewomen could muster the courage to question, let alone challenge their captors. Now they were shooed into the same cell that housed the now conscious and groggy Nuk. Given the state of Nuk’s attire, what came next was of no surprise to the captured policewomen.

‘Right, all four of you start taking off your uniforms. Strip down to your underwear; we also want your white under T-shirts and tights. Be sure to take them off properly and if the tights are torn or the any other part of the uniform is deliberately damaged, there will be consequences’ HURRY UP, do it! This is not some sort of girl’s night out’!

At once the dejected looking policewomen began to comply. Firstly, off came the brown uniform shirt, followed by the matching skirt and t-shirt. None of the women seemed to want to go any further than that. But with guns pointing at their tiny heads, the policewomen knew resistance was pointless. So, looking as humiliated as ever they had been, the young policewomen slipped out of their police court shoes slid down their tights until they were off their feet and into the hands of their intense captors.

Once finished, they were then tightly bound with their own handcuffs and gagged with scarfs that the mercenaries had brought especially for that purpose. Forced to kneel on the cold, harsh cell floor, the policewomen’s war was over or so they might have thought. Next the mercenaries locked the cell door and stationed two well-armed guards on duty outside. As this was being arranged the other women changed rapidly into the discarded uniforms.

The mission was now starting to take shape.

Back in sergeant’s room. The acting sergeant, Put Laumanga had already stripped to her underwear. For this married, twenty-seven year old, her underwear consisted of a white satin full slip that seemed to hug her slim, darkly coloured body, perfectly. But Put also wore a number of expensive gold necklaces which had been gifts from her husband as well as having been passed down from generation to generation in her family. However the greedy and jealous Bich did not care. Bich had had a hard life and saw no reason why this policewoman should be allowed to enjoy things that she had never been able to have. So, ripping the necklaces from Put’s throat, Bich pocketed three and placed her favourite around her own neck. The pain in the policewoman’s eyes were evident for all to see. This had been a gift from her late, cherished grandmother, when Put had been only seven years’ old. A tear began to trickle down her face as she had remembered her grandmother telling her to look after it. But what could Put do? What did these evil women want that would require stealing their uniforms?

One thing was for sure, they were about to find out.



Chapter Four

Back in the reception area, the master plan began to unfold. As ever, Bich was in her element.

‘Right, prepare the two police carrier vans. I want half of the seats removing at the back of the first van and for the second, I want you to load it with weapons and ammunition. Do it now and hurry up. Remember, that spoilt heiress, Char Ming will be arriving in about thirty minutes. Two of you come with me to interrogate the acting sergeant while the rest of you start acting like Bangkok policewomen. We can’t afford any mistakes’

At this Bich and two of her more muscular followers unlocked the sergeants’ office to confront the tearful Put. She had been kept separate from the other women for a purpose. While stripping her, Bich had noticed how afraid she had been and also how she tried to hide her wedding ring.

‘This was clearly a woman who could be used and intimated quite easily’ thought Bich.

Acting sergeant, Put Laumanga had actually been treated quite well up to that point. Although she was gagged and tied like the others, her choice that morning to wear a full slip as underwear meant that she retained much of her dignity as she knelt on the freezing cold floor. Also, quite accidentally, she had been allowed to keep her flesh coloured tights, so in many ways she had been humiliated far less than the other captives. Now, however, she would be tested like never before.

‘GET UP and try not to look so pathetic, at least you have underwear! Listen my little beauty, you look like an intelligent, homely sort of girl. So we’re giving you a chance to save the lives of both your colleagues and yourself. From now on, you will operate the police radio for us and give out any information that we tell you to. We also want you to give us the codes to the armoury door. You can you that now. Oh and here you are twinkle toes (starring at Put’s pantyhose encased feet) put these flip flops on. We don’t want any part of you getting dirty … we have big plans for you and your colleagues. You know you’re quite attractive for a policewoman. I bet your husband has trouble getting out of the bed in the morning when you’re with him. Tell me something, does he like you in your uniform too’?

Put turned away in disgust. All her life, she had tried to be a loving daughter, sister and wife. But now she now had no choice but to help her captives. If she did, she hoped, then maybe their nightmare would be over and all six policewomen could go home to restart their happy and contented lives. But what did that vile woman mean ‘big plans for you and your colleagues’?

Now at the reception area, the outside lights shone brightly as the ambulance containing Char Ming and two police motorbike escorts arrived at the station foyer. As a committed feminist, Char Ming had never married. She hated men and would only be treated by female nurses, hence the two tiny white uniformed things that she had at her side. Her father’s political influence also ensured that her police escort was always female. This evening was no exception as both riders were women.

As Char Ming and her small entourage entered the police station they were relaxed, chatting away to one another. After all, they had made it through the hostile crowds and now were they not safe?

The answer to that question was sadly no. Almost immediately, all six fake policewomen drew ‘their’ police issue revolvers at pointed them menacingly at the group of confused and helpless young women. Bich spoke up once more.

‘Right ladies, I’m not too good with speeches, so listen carefully and don’t try anything crazy. You two policewomen strip down to your bras and panties. I want everything, including your socks'.

The two petrified young women began stripping in contempt and with hate in their eyes, but as they had now been disarmed they could offer no credible resistance. So they both followed instructions as they struggled to quickly pull off their black riding boots. Only then did the remove the rest of their slightly scented uniforms. The girls, had after all, been riding all day in the Bangkok heat. The socks were long and black and almost see-through in style. These were also handed over as neither of their replacements had socks themselves. Soon they too were gagged and then bound with their own cuffs.

‘OK, well done. Now put them both in the back of the van that has had most of the seats ripped out’ Barked an increasingly confident Bich.

Now, turning to the heiress and nurses, Bich ordered the same of the nurses. It was at this point, Char Ming intervened.

‘I don’t know who you are or what you want, but I can guess. I am willing to give you my fullest co-operation if you promise not humiliate by two young nurses’ .

Bich thought about it for a moment. For her plan to work, she would need the nurses’ uniforms, yet having a compliant kidnapping victim would be a huge bonus. She spoke up.

‘Ok, both of your nurses can change out of their uniforms in the toilet cubicles. We don’t have any spare police uniforms for them to change into, but have a couple of prisoner smocks. That’s all we can do. If it isn’t good enough, we’ll take the uniforms anyway understand’?

Char Ming nodded her head in appreciation. As she did her two young nurses, both dressed in white nursing trouser suits with hats and surgical masks were escorted by the arm to the toilet room next to the canteen. They had been lucky.

Bich now walked over to the acting sergeants’ office and began to forcefully give orders to the subdued acting sergeant.
‘Now the time has come to useful, my dear. Send this fax to police headquarters. I want every word correct and no tricks. Just think about your colleagues, understand? Put then began to write down Bich’s words.

‘MESSAGE FRM POL PST CUP RD. CHAR MING SAFE. WILL LEAVE BANGKOK SOONEST IN CONVOY FORMATION. RADIO SILENCE TO BE OBSERVED. WILL CONTACT HQ IN THREE DAYS.’

OVER AND OUT.

Put began now to hate herself. In sending the fax, she knew that her captors would have at least three days before anybody even suspected something was wrong. Now, equipped with an ambulance, two police carrier vans, two fake outriders as well as authentic police and nursing uniforms their power made was all too evident.

Meanwhile, Bich oversaw the loading of the two police vans. One was now packed full of stolen police equipment and the other with only half the seats was being loaded with the two nurses and eight captured policewomen. As they were being shooed inside the van, they were made to lie on the spacious floor, before being covered with blankets and tarpaulin The fake outriders were also readying themselves by revving the bike’s engines and in the ambulance sat a defiant Char Ming being ‘attended’ to by two of her kidnappers in nursing uniforms.

Very soon it would be dark and the convoy would leave Bangkok. Only not to safety, instead they were heading home … home to Cambodia, but it wasn’t over yet.




Conclusion (p1)

As soon as the evening dusk turned into night, the convoy began its long, sinister journey to the Cambodian border. Bich and three of her most powerfully built followers occupied the second van. They didn’t anticipate any serious difficulties from the bound and gagged policewomen, but just in case they kept vigilant. After all, they were wearing the uniforms of the policewomen they had subdued, so it was important to look professional as the police carrier vans negotiated their way through the heavy Bangkok traffic. One slip or unexpected turn of events would turn the whole plan upside down, Bich reminded herself. Nevertheless, further and further away the convoy sped. May be this would be Bich’s evening after all.

Huddled together and crudely stacked on top of one another, the stripped, underwear clad policewomen were trying desperately to somehow break free from their own handcuffs. They were having little success, so much so that after little over two hours of lying in the van’s back their desperation turned into despair, especially for the younger policewomen who began fearing for their innocent young lives. Soon, the distraught women began crying and wailing into their soaked gags.

‘mmm, mmm, mmm … pweaze, pweaze, pweaze … mmm, mmm, mmm’

The sobbing carried on for more than an hour, until finally the bad tempered Bich had had enough. Pointing to her Cam Chi, she ordered them dealt with.

‘Oh for pity’s sake. Don’t let them keep making so much noise. Open the bottle of chloroform it’s what we brought it for.’

At this Cam Chi grabbed one of Bich’s followers and deftly climbed over the seats to make her way to the back of the van. Once there, she casually lifted back the sheeting that had been hiding the captured policewomen.

‘Now, now ladies. It sounds like we’re all a little upset, aren’t we? Well, I suppose you’ve all had quite a busy day, so may be its time for you all to start getting your beauty sleep’.

With that, Cam Chi bent down and began systematically lifting up the heads of each policewoman to apply the chloroform cotton wool swab over their parched, dried lips and noses. One by one the stripped policewomen soon drifted off into chemically induced unconsciousness.

‘There, there, my little pumpkins. It isn’t so bad is it? At least now you can all get a good night’s sleep’ ‘Night-night and happy dreaming .’

At this Cam Chi began re-chloroforming the unconscious women as they lay there powerless. Cam didn’t want to anger Bich again, so this time she was careful to finish the whole bottle. Now, there was peace in the back of the van and more good news, they had cleared the city limits and would be nearing the border in just four more hours. Bich’s plan was working.

7AM, parked up just outside Chang Mae Mountain Resort, near to the Thai-Cambodian Border.

Bich yawned and took a swig of coffee from her travel flask. As she did, she turned to address her colleagues who had all gathered outside her van window.

‘Ok, my sisters. Welcome to Chang Mae Mountain Resort Motel. This is where we will meet our contact who will take us over the border. And before anybody says anything, you needn’t worry; I have done business at this place many, many times. As a matter of fact, we can be safe here. The resort is rundown and for the most part, abandoned. As it happens, it is only kept open through a meagre government subsidy which allows the employment of a skeleton crew of workers. At the last count, there are only three women working there and no, they haven’t had guests (unless you count the ****roaches) for months, if not years. So, we shall now drive in as a convoy and take over the establishment until our contact can reach us. There is no other way’. glancing in the general direction of the prisoners. ‘Now get to work’.

As commanded, the women entered the secluded motel by the front door as the remainder of the team parked the vans and ambulance containing the kidnapped heiress at the back of the building. As soon as the mercenaries walked into the foyer, one woman immediately placed their hand over the mouth of the sole receptionist. She was a tall, slender looking young woman, who had no answer to being manhandled in such a shocking way, especially by a woman. Next, the last remaining staff members, two young maids were rounded up as they went about their cleaning duties in the receptionist’s back office. Now all three were hurriedly taken to one of the twelve holiday chalets that the motel possessed. Once shooed into the tiny cottage, all three were ordered to strip. Bich didn’t utter a word as she pointed her gun, first at the receptionist’s head, then her jacket. The frightened receptionist, suspecting a robbery co-operated fully. No doubt this represented her training and company’s policy of surrender in such a situation. So, instead of arguing or trying to escape, she complied by slipping off and folding her red jacket and skirt and placing them on the bed. Then, her white shirt and scarf were pulled off in similar fashion Next. She kicked off her high heeled court shoes, while deciding to keep wearing her sheer black tights. Bich looked on in amazement. If only they could all be like that she thought as she watched this very professional woman being gagged and then tied to the bed post.

Bich now turned to the two young maids. Both wore a traditional style maid’s uniform which was grey in colour with large white buttons and a spotless white coloured apron. They were cute little things, Bich thought, especially as neither was any older than twenty and the dark colour of their skin implied that they were probably just simple countryside girls from the nearby village. But now the two scared young maids looked at one another, at first, frozen in thought. Then without the need for instruction, both petrified girls slowly began unbuttoning their uniforms until they fell onto the floor. At this point, Bich gestured at their foot wear. So, sure enough and without any opposition, both girls slipped out of their large, old white training shoes to stand in only their bra, knickers and white ankle socks. Tied and gagged, they too were tied to the bed, following which; all three helpless young women were chloroformed and locked inside the chalet.

With the motel now under their control, Bich ordered the gates locked. Given the secluded nature of the resort, her team could now relax as they started to change out of their stolen police and nursing uniforms. Within minutes, the only uniforms to be seen were being worn by the fake receptionist and maids and even they could relax as this was hardly a busy destination, even during the holidays.



Conclusion (p2)


‘Right get them out’ barked Bich. At this order, the now waking policewomen were carried out over the shoulders of the mercenaries and dropped onto some grassland near to the outdoor swimming pool. After spending the night in the police van, the prisoners would need tending to, even if only to enhance their sense of powerlessness.

‘Ok, sleepy heads, time for your breakfast, toilet and bath’ grinned one of the kidnappers.

At this remark, each policewoman was un-cuffed and handed a stale bread roll and bottle of mineral water from the motel kitchen. At least, this is better than nothing thought Nuk, who like all the other policewomen was also wondering why they hadn’t been either released or shot by their abductors. Seconds later, however, events took a more sinister turn.

‘Right, now you’ve filled your tiny tummies, stand up and take off all your remaining uniform items and underwear. You all stink of the night and we wouldn’t tolerate any dirty little girls, will we’?

The policewomen couldn’t believe it as they threw over to their captors their last remaining tights, bras, slips and vests. They then watched as the mercenaries put the musky smelling underwear into a large outside sink to begin soaking them. Seconds later, each woman was then jabbed in their backs by their kidnappers’ rifles, forcing them to jump into the cold and filthy swimming pool below. Once in the freezing, disease infested pool, Bich spoke up.

‘Hope you’re enjoying your stay ladies. But we can’t have you stinking the place out, now start washing one another down. Take it in turns. Let’s see how well you work together’.
At this, Bich and her laughing colleagues threw two bars of ancient, rough looking soap into the pool. Bich then decided to go one step further as she took out one of the mobile phones that she had taken from the policewomen at the station.

‘Smile ladies. We want your husbands and boyfriends to know just how much fun you’re having on your holiday’ the photograph was taken and the mercenaries bust out in laughter.

8AM

All eight policewomen and two nurses had now been allowed out of the swimming pool. They all now returned to sit on the grass area, huddled together, covering their private parts from their attackers. At least their underwear would be dry from the morning sun in a few minutes. Until then, they could at least breathe some fresh air and try to make sense of what was happening to them. Put, the acting sergeant, was the first to turn her thoughts to their kidnappers:

‘Who were they working for? Why hadn’t they killed or released us and most of all, why were they so vile? Put had simply never experienced women as evil as these. What had made them this way?

Now, two more of the armed mercenaries approached the women as they sat.

‘Well done ladies, you’re looking and smelling much better. Just one more thing, very soon all of us girls, including you, are going to go on a nice little trip into the countryside. Oh, oh, oh, I’m afraid we won’t have time for any shopping trips or toilet stops, so you’ll need to go NOW’!

The policewomen couldn’t believe their eyes as their captors placed a plastic orange bucket in front of them.

‘Ok ladies, line up and one by one, use the toilet facilities and do it now. We’ll look to make sure’.

The naked policewomen, still feeling the effects of the chloroform were in no position to argue as they lined up in front of the bucket. One by one they were made to swat and release the contents of their cramped stomachs into the bucket in front of their laughing and grinning captors.

‘Come on girls, don’t be shy. Let’s hear you’!

‘That’s it, good girl. Come on, push a little bit harder’

‘Try eating more greens’

These Vietnamese and Cambodian women were sick, but all their prisoners could do was co-operate. Suddenly, there was the sound of foreign voices. Opening the front gate, Bich turned and was glad to see her contact standing there. Her name was Mi Ti, a sixty something mountain dweller, of no obvious nationality. She had with her eight of her followers along with a number of mules. Bich didn’t trust Mi Ti and her passage to Cambodia was going to be expensive. Indeed, Mi Ti hissed as Bich offered over a bag filled with the policewomen’s watches, jewellery, purse money and mobile phones. It wasn’t enough, but as Bich knew, this mountain woman and her tribe of no more than a dozen or so female outcasts had a weakness for members of their own gender and these Thai policewomen were very pretty. In fact, Bich had already noticed how Mi Ti was staring intensely at the naked women drying off. May be a deal could be done after all?

Bich took Mi Ti by the arm and led her into one of the chalets.

‘OK, but you can have only one. Our client government needs the rest of them’

Mi Ti nodded back as one by one the petrified policewomen were paraded in front of her. Mi Ti’s selection process was slow and exhausting. The women were examined time and time again at a pace that could only be described as leisurely. ‘Like an elderly Arab gentleman choosing an expensive new Persian carpet’ Bich thought to herself. Then finally, after examining her for the third time, Mi Ti agreed to take young Nuk as her slave. At once the deal was done and Mi Ti open her gapped mouth and offered a huge, toothless grin as the naked and screaming Nuk was dragged away to be sedated by one of Mi Ti’s syringe carrying mountain women.

‘Her policing days are well and truly over’ scoffed a clearly amused Bich. Let hope she actually read that cookbook of hers and as for the other thing … well, she is from Bangkok’.

Rushing outside, the women now pushed the kidnapped heiress, her nurses and seven remaining policewomen into large vegetable sacks before lying them over the backs of the strong mountain mules to begin their difficult mountain trek over the border in Cambodia.

Reception Point, Tet Bridge, Cambodia – one day later

After a gruelling journey to Cambodia and upon seeing her mentor and commanding officer for the first time in over a year, Bich began to cry with emotion.

‘My superiors, I have with me, not only guns, prisoners and uniforms but also the spoilt brat of an heiress, Miss Char Ming herself. Even, she alone is worth millions of those American dollars. Let us rejoice at our victory’.

At that, the policewomen and nurses were pulled down from the mules and marched off by vicious looking female Cambodian soldiers. A medical would follow, then a convict’s uniform would be handed to them before interrogation and confinement. The evil Cambodian’s would attempt to brainwash and ‘turn’ the women so that they could after a few years of wrongful imprisonment ‘fake heir escape’ and begin covert operations in their homeland. Only one would be selected, the rest would spend the remainder of their natural lives as prisoners working as machinists and farm labours for the vicious female army corps.

Char Ming? Daddy would come to her rescue in less than two weeks, of course, at a cost of more than fifty million dollars.

Naturally the disappearance of the policewomen in Bangkok instigated an investigation and rumours soon began pointing to cross border involvement. Yet with no evidence, the Thai authorities could hardly provoke a war with its neighbour especially given the possibility that China might intervene against it. All this meant that the only efforts to rescue the policewomen (who by now had been scattered across various prison camps) amounted to little more than hot headed talk and threat of political sanctions. The policewomen were not only prisoners of the Cambodian military but also of the Thai government’s feebleness. As for the families, they were given sizable hush money in exchange for not publicizing the plight of their daughters. The scandal for the Thai authorities was simply too great to expose to an angry public.

For Bich and her friends it was a ‘Bangkok Breakout’

But for their victims ‘they were the expendables’

The End