Bangkok

After about one year as Anong

"Well, here it is." Rafe said, gesturing to the relatively modest condo he'd rented for us in Bangkok, in which we'd be staying for a few months, or so he'd told me. It seemed strange he was willing to stay away from his life this long, but there was no doubt at this point he was willing to go to great lengths to degrade me. Or maybe he just felt like he needed a long vacation?

His translation app repeated his next words. "Your new tutor should be here in a few hours." He smiled benevolently, as if I was supposed to thank him for hiring someone to break through my inability to learn English with any proficiency. I'd gotten a little better, but for some reason it was considerably harder than it was as Anya despite being the third time I'd learned the language.

"Careful with your magazine there, Anong." He said pointing to the offending pages sticking out of the bag I carried, slightly bent. He pulled it free and straightened it, revealing the cover. "This is one of your nicest possessions," he said, but his cruelty wasn't new to me.

Anya stared back at me from the cover, her status of looking beautiful on a real actual magazine something I had only ever considered a pipe dream while I'd owned the body.

I'd labored and suffered to try to build a life as Anya, like a long crawl through mud towards a better existence, but that little whore had swooped in, stolen my life and stepped over me to cross the finish line.

Maybe it shouldn't surprise me that a Thai whore transplanted into Anya's beautiful form would have no problem locking down a guy like Jackson. She probably had him wrapped around her finger. Just like I'd wanted to do.

Now I was the one in the little whore's body, and I didn't see any way out.

I grimaced, the shame and disappointment I'd felt since Rafe had handed the magazine to me yesterday flaring again.

It should have been me! That was my body! I thought, the irony of once railing against having that body and now being insanely jealous of it, not occurring to me.

Now, I had little hope of ever being anything other than the embarrassed maid-whore of a sadistic asshole. And it was my stupid fault, since I couldn't contain my kinky freak thoughts for just 10 minutes to avoid this.

Even more than a year later the humiliation was still fresh, and Rafe never failed to bring it all to the surface again when he had the opportunity.

Rafe had "graciously" insisted on reading the article to me on the plane, word by word, through his translator. Learning that 'Anya' had married Jackson and had a life of guaranteed luxury ahead even if her modeling career fizzled was extra salt in the wound.

Being in Bangkok didn't help either, knowing I was only a stone's throw from the former life this body had lived. I knew it could live it again, and there wasn't anything I could do to stop it if such a whim struck Rafe.

Which I was sure was the reason we were here.

Madame Leela, Anong's former boss, had met us at the airport with a nice sedan and driven us to the condo. It was obvious they had apparently developed some kind of working relationship. On the trip, Rafe had arranged something in English with her, which I hadn't really followed.

But she'd greeted me knowingly with a hug, since she certainly knew Anong, but I hadn't known what to say. She seemed scary despite the hug, but I sensed she didn't know I wasn't really the whore she knew.

"Maid!" Rafe barked, jolting me from my day dreams. I realized I was exhausted from the travel. "Breakfast, coffee!" I knew those words. He pointed at himself. "Shower." He pointed at me. "Uniform."

I sighed and nodded, but didn't retort.

We'd had a pretty long layover in Dubai with a room to rest, but I could tell we were both pretty tired from the overnight flight from there to here in Bangkok. But while Rafe kicked up his heels and relaxed now, I still had to serve him.

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"Not bad, slut." Rafe said above me, without the translation app. I didn't turn to look at him, not wanting to risk it, but I could understand his meaning.

I laid tummy down on his lap, the serving tray containing the breakfast I'd made him perched carefully on my back and ass. I was careful not to fidget too much, lest the still-hot coffee spill on my legs again.

Rafe had started this newest exercise in humiliation a few weeks ago, and it had become an every week staple.

I found it more degrading than the daily blowjobs, truly.

The wetness of my pussy was evidence of that, since humiliation had never stopped being a harbinger of soaked panties for me.

My feet, encased in their ludicrous 7-inch red heels, kicked lightly as he absently stroked the back of my thigh while gnawing on bacon.

Suddenly, his hand dipped and I could tell he felt some of the creeping wetness between my legs. His dick, half-hard already and half-covered by his robe, twitched against by tummy. Of course.

He tapped my ass, a signal to get up, before lifting the serving tray up to allow it. I got up lightly, graceful on the stupid heels in a way that only a girl who was less than 90 pounds and had been wearing them non-stop for a year could be.

The acquired skill had come with a cost, as my Achilles had adapted such that now any shoe with a heel less than 4 inches was torture after less than an hour. Barefoot, I couldn't go more than a few steps before needing to switch to tip toes.

"Strip, slut," he commanded simply, while putting the tray to the side. He pulled his robe to the side, his cock hardening before me.

Moments later, I was in a familiar position, riding on his enormous cock, my perfumed hair in his face as I faced away from him.

He did the thing he loved to do when I was on top, which was to encircle my entire waist with his hands, touching on each side, just above my pierced navel.

He loved to rub it in how tiny I was, how stupid I was, how much I was in his control.

I just wish it didn't make me even hornier every time he did it. When would that stop?

"Cum, Andy. Cum Anong, you little whore." He ordered me, and a few moments later I did.

Damn it, I always did.

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The next day

"Was life in America not what you hoped, Anong?" The pretty Thai girl in front of me asked in our language, the disdain clear in her voice. "It looks like you've been enjoying the food, at least."

I gasped. Did she just call me fat? I knew that wasn't true, although while my waist was as skinny as ever I had put on a bit of muscle in the rest of my body just from eating a full diet and doing strenuous housework and light exercises that Anong clearly had never done prior. My previously stick-like arms had become merely skinny.

Her attitude caught me off-guard, since I had barely ever spoken to another Thai speaker since inhabiting this body other than a couple of words to Madame Leela yesterday, and certainly never one who was clearly mad at me for reasons unknown. As a result, my reply was stilted and awkward, afraid to reveal I didn't know who she was since she clearly knew this body.

"I . . . guess not." I said, backing away nervously. It was strange to speak to someone almost eye to eye, but since my heels were taller than her high but more reasonable 4 inches, she was almost certainly still a couple inches taller than me in reality. Maybe five feet even.

"You must be doing a really shitty job keeping this guy happy, if he's bringing me in as the senior maid." She said, smirking. "Snobby whore Anong. . . bragged so much about going to America, and back already?"

"Senior maid?" I asked dumbly. "You're just my English teacher," I tried to correct her.

The girl rolled her eyes. "That's what your master wanted at first, but then the Madame suggested we both work for him while he's here." She shrugged. "Thanks for that, you moron, at least I can fuck just one guy for a few months."

She pushed my arm, not gently, and I rocked back from the petite girl's greater strength. "You're just a junior maid, and if you don't make me happy I'll tell your master you're hopeless and maybe he'll take me back to America instead of you."

I froze, mouth dropping open. I'd had that fear already, but assumed it wasn't realistic since Rafe liked to torment me so much and would always want to keep me around. But had he started to get bored? Had he decided he'd enjoy the thought of me sucking dicks in a Bangkok whorehouse the rest of my life more than keeping me?

I hadn't expected the possibility to become so real, so fast. I shivered in sudden terror.

I have two masters now, I realized. Rafe. . . and this new Thai whore who hasn't told me her name. She thinks I know it, obviously.

A buzzing sensation clouded my thoughts and my tummy flipped with a familiar drippy feeling. My humiliation kink had been starting to scab over, but it had just ripped open again, fresh now that I had tumbled another rung down the ladder of social status. My thoughts grew frantic.

"Wha- did he tell you that he would do that, um . . . ." I swallowed, but realized I didn't know her name. "I'm sorry, what's your name again?" I asked stupidly.

Her face clouded, instantly furious at the perceived insult. Oh. They knew each other well. Shit.

"You fucking bitch. You never change!" She said before storming off. "Not a good start, junior maid!" She called over her shoulder.

I gulped.

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Seven days as the junior maid

"You know, I'm not buying this whole change in personality, Anong." Som told me. I'd learned her name only by asking Rafe, who had only told me yesterday. He'd declined to tell me the first day, thinking it was funny. "You're just sucking up and trying to pretend you weren't so horrible to all of us, but it's too late."

Som wore a maid's uniform that was just as slutty as mine, but it didn't seem to bother her in the least. Presumably it was no worse than what they wore at the whorehouse. This whole thing was a pleasant little vacation to her, other than having to be around me.

It was easy to tell that Som and Anong had history, and I'd tried to work past it by being relentlessly nice to her. Even when she called me stupid during our English lessons. I'd sort of started to believe I really was stupid, since l still couldn't make sense of more than a few words in written English, even if my life depended on it.

I sighed. "I'm telling the truth. I'm not the person that treated you badly. I don't remember any of it." I'd already told her I'd had a head injury that made me lose my memory, not thinking she would believe the real truth.

She harumphed, and changed the subject. "Rafe told me you tried to talk to him directly again. You know you're not supposed to talk to him anymore, you have to go through me now until you speak English. Now I'm supposed to punish you."

I gulped. For some reason I hadn't really thought that was serious. What would she do? I squashed a thrill at the thought of being 'punished' by the cute Thai girl. Stupid. She hates me.

"Wha- what are you going to do?" I asked, biting my lip despite myself.

Som noticed, and her eyes narrowed. "Don't even try to flirt with me like a client, you slut. I know you aren't really into me or the other girls, you've been nasty to those of us that fool around enough times." She spat. Then she looked thoughtful.

"You say you aren't the same Anong anymore. . ." She hiked up her little apron, and confused me momentarily by hopping up onto the piece of furniture she'd be cleaning. She scooched back and opened her legs, revealing her bare pussy. "Prove it. This is your punishment. The real Anong called me ugly or plain almost every day. She would never stoop to licking my pussy, she was far too proud. She'd suck a million client dicks before she ate out one of us."

My eyes caught on her sex, so brazenly displayed, my heart suddenly beating faster. Her labia and mound were so dark, so different, even compared to my own Asian pussy. Could I really eat out a whore? She'd probably had multiple random dicks in there just last week. My mouth watered, and my knees got a little wobbly.

Som had been so mean to me the last week, ordering me around and calling me stupid. I hadn't admitted it to myself, but it had been pushing all my buttons and I'd been sneaking glances at her all week. Why did her rude treatment of me turn me on? Why am I like this?

Som's eyes got big when I started forward, clearly not having thought I would do it. "Wait - no!" She stopped me, thinking. "Not like this. I want your nose in my taint." She turned over and got on all fours on the dresser, presenting her pussy from behind.

This just made me want to do it even more. It didn't help that Rafe hadn't fucked me all week since Som got here, focused on enjoying the new maid. Her moans through the walls had made me jealous everyday; but jealous of whom?

I pushed the thoughts away as I climbed up onto the adjacent bed, licked my lips, and planted a very wet kiss right on Somi's dark labia, letting my nose brush across her rosebud.

"Aaah!" She squealed, clearly surprised at her bluff being called. "You're really going to do this?" She asked, turning her head to look at me behind.

"I'm really doing this." i kissed again, and she squirmed pleasingly. "I told you, I'm not the Anong you knew. And she was an idiot, because you're not plain. You're gorgeous."

I buried my face into Som's beautiful pussy, and she repeated her squeal.

This whore's pussy tastes just as nice as every other pussy I've had, I thought. Perfect, actually.

For once, as I worked towards something with this girl, I felt like I had a tiny bit of control. Her moans and words of encouragement as I worked her towards orgasm were the most beautiful thing I'd heard in years.

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Two weeks as the junior maid

"Oh . . . sorry." I said, in accented English.

I'd just gotten ready for the morning, and walked out to find Som on her knees giving Rafe a very energetic blowjob.

Neither looked up at me, and that familiar jealousy reared its head again. I was the horniest I'd ever been, with Rafe not touching me for two weeks, and here was Som sucking him off before he even thought to come to me. That slut.

"Som, tell your maid to go clean the bathrooms." Som plopped the dick from her mouth, and she repeated the order even thought I'd already understood 'maid', 'clean' and 'bathrooms'.

I frowned in anger, but stopped when I saw the look on Som's face. She looked. . . bashful. Maybe even sorry?

She shrugged an almost apology before resuming her sucking, and I went on my way, confused.

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Later that day

"You really aren't Anong, are you?" Som asked me later that day. She was wearing her black uniform, and she looked great in it.

My gaze snapped up to her face. "You believe me now?" I asked.

"I don't believe the head injury thing, but I believe you're someone else." She looked at the door, making sure no one could overhear before lowering her voice despite the fact we were speaking Thai. "I overheard him on the phone yesterday. . . he mentioned some things. He is so used to you not understanding English I think he forgets to watch what he says around me. . ." She paused again, before looking at me with curiosity. "So, who are you really?"

I took a breath, and told her everything, from start to finish.

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"Wow. . ." Som said, taking in the whole story I'd just told her. I'd hesitated at at a couple spots before telling her, but decided I couldn't really see any way she could use it against me. And her recent thawing towards me had made me desperately want an ally in all of this. So I didn't hold anything back.

"So you actually wanted this?" She asked me, disbelievingly.

"No!" I blurted. "Well, not really." I squirmed, suddenly regretting not thinking about how embarrassing this line of thinking would be. "My brain didn't want it! But. . . some part of me, deep down. . . must have. Still does. That's the only way the idol works. As long as some part of you wants it, then it can happen."

Som absorbed the information quietly, before speaking. "You know, this doesn't change very much." She told me. "I won't be as mean to you anymore, I guess. I won't even punish or tell on you for masturbating in the bedroom when you were supposed to be changing the linens earlier."

"You saw that?" I asked, suddenly afraid. My excitement from the previous night had been too much, and hadn't been able to help frigging myself to an orgasm.

But Rafe had forbidden me from touching myself, clearly loving watching me squirm from mounting lust.

Last night I'd slipped into his room unrequested, so horny I gave up all hope of dignity. It was something I'd never done, not even as Anya. But he hadn't rolled me out of bed, and the orgasm I'd had riding him was literally the best I'd ever had. Also the most humiliating, since its cause was two weeks of fresh degradation and desperate lust from denial with Rafe certainly noticing the effect of all this on me.

I had gone absolutely mad from deprived lust.

I snapped back to now, still feeling a rush from the memory.

"Thank you, Som." I said, before instinctively giving her a peck on the lips.

She didn't pull away, but did look surprised. She touched her lip, then tugged nervously at her dress, which hid nothing.

"I'm still going to America." She said, pulling her hand away. "Whether he brings you or not. But I guess we can have fun in the mean time.. . ." She said thoughtfully.

She walked past me toward the bedroom, stripping her uniform off. "Rafe is gone for the next three hours at least." She turned and looked at me from the door. "Are you coming?" She asked before turning away from me and entering.

I followed, of course. I found her sitting on the bed, in all her glory. Her body was amazing. Toned but curvier than me, a perfect petite frame.

God, she's pretty. I thought, my lustful urges tempered with newer, fledgling feelings I hadn't felt since texting with Jackson right before my abduction.

This was a start.

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