Madam Kulap glances up at the nurse with close, narrowed eyes. nervously, the nurse’s hand shivers as she tries to fill a hypodermic needle with medicine.
A large well-formed hand grabs the needle before the nurse stabs herself, and she looks up into the broad suntanned face of Doctor Metharom. “I’ll take it, Kamon,” he says, speaking Thai with the accent that comes of an American education.
The nurse, dressed in a plain white dress, with dark shint black curls spilling out from under her cap, gives him a jerky curtsy, “Yes, Doctor,” she says, relinquishing the bottle to him as well, then gives Madam Kulap a frightened glance and flees from the hospital room.
Doctor Metharom quickly fills the needle, then looks down at Madam Kulap: even lying on a hospital bed, dressed in a plain white gown, with her right hand handcuffed to the railing, she looks like exactly what she is: an arrogantly-proud lady, mistress of many, perhaps the most powerful woman in Bankok.
Tall for a Thai, she has a long lean body well-cared for, a narrow face with striking cheekbones and wide dark expressive eyes that stare back at the doctor. Her long black hair spreads out beneath her like a halo. She looks very little like her age, and very much like a much younger age. People tend to underestimate her for it; it’s not a mistake many make twice.
“I wish you would not frighten my nurses so,” Doctor Metharom says, leaning down to swab her upper arm with an alcohol pad.
Madam Kulap hisses at the cold, but does not deign to respond.
Doctor Metharom heaves a sigh. “I don’t care what you are out there,” he says to her. “In here, you are nothing special; no different from anyone else. . .”
Madam glances at the policewoman who stands guard by the door, then back to the doctor.
“A patient,” he finishes, then pricks her arm with the needle.
Madam Kulap was caught by one Detective Pakpao because of a particular weakness of Kulap’s: she needs regular treatment for her condition, hence her hospital stay now.
Officer Ratree glances into the hospital room as Doctor Metharom leaves it, bound on some other urgent business.
Tall, with a tight curvy body and a broad heart-shaped face, the thirty-something police officer was happily married iwth two children and a seccessful career officer, she wears her uniform well; the dark brown long-sleeved shirt and knee-length skirt belted around her waist, flesh coloured tights and black court shoes, her long black hair coiled into a bun under her regulation brown brimmed cap, the police badge prominent on the front above the brim.
Madam Kulap looks up and meets Officer Ratree’s eyes. Ratree gives her a grin. “Nce day?’ she says.
Madam Kulap sneers. She jerks her chin at Ratree. “Come here,” she hisses.
Ratree snorts, shakes her head, then turns back away from the door. Her cell phone rings, and hshe takes it out. She smiles when she sees the number and quickly answers. “hello, onry,” she says cheerfully. “I’m sorry, I’m stufk at work,” she says, glancing over her shoulder at Madam Kulap. “No, I’ll be out by eight,” she says in answer to some question. “You have a baby sitter, right? Good,” she says with a smile. “Great, I’ll see you later, ‘bye!” Ratree hangs up, then glances once again toward Kulap.
The Madam stares at Ratree with an odd expression on her face. “You are married?” she says.
“Yes,” Ratree responds.
“Yes,” the policewoman says.
The prisoner nods, looking thoughtful. She jerks her chin at the policewoman once more. “Come here,” she says softly. “Please.”
Intrigued by this sudden change in manner, Ratree turns and walks into the hospital room. “Yes?” she says.
“Come closer,” Kulap says softly.
Ratree walks to stanbeside the bed. “What is it?” she asks softly.
“This!” Kulap says, then reaches up with her unbound hand: she grabs ratree by the front of he collar and drags her down toward Kulap; the officerdoesn’t jhaave time tocry out in surprise before Kulap headbutts her, knocking her out with one blow.
ratree collapses unconscious atop of Madam Kulap, still cuffed to the bed by her right hand. Kulap looks past her toward the door; no one is passing, good. Kulap reashes with her left hand down toward Ratree’s belt, and plucks out her handcuff keys. She quickly unlocks the cuff from around her wrist and clambers out from under Ratree’s unconscious body.
First, madam Kulap hurries over to the door and closes it, then turns toward Ratree with a grin. “This should be fun!” she says aloud.
First, she grabs the pretty officerf’s body and pulls her up onto the bed. Then she unbuckles the uniform belt, and pulls her skirt off, baring her long shapely pantyhose-covered legs. Madam Kulap works quickly to unbutton Ratree’s shirt, parting it to show her full heavy breasts bound up in a pale gray bra. madam Kulap snorts at that, then grabs her white hospital gown and pulls it off over her head. She tosses it aside, then pulls on the dark brown shirt, quickly buttoning the buttons from waist to collar, then she slides the skirt on, pulling the belt tight an extra notch; Officer ratree is a little curvier than the Madam, as she can plainly see, looking down at the near-naked officer, slad only in her lingerie.
Madam Kulap pulls the blck court shoes off and slides them on her own feet, then reaches up and winds her hair into a quick bun, grabs the cap off of ratree’s head, and slides it on to hold her hair in place.
By now, ratree is stirring; using her stolen key, Madam Kulap unlocks the handcuff from the bed, then drags Ratree’s hands up to the top of the bed, and locks the cuffs around her wrists, pulling the handcuff chain through the metal bar of the hospital bed to hold her hands there.
Officer ratree stirs, moans, then opens her eyes, squinting against the pounding in her skull. “Hey- she starts to say. “Wha- MMPH!” her question is cut off by Kulap, who shoves a piece of cloth torn form the hospital gown into her open mouth, stuffing more and more in until the helpless offucer’s cheeks bulge. Kulap then pulls another strip torn from the gown between her lips to hold it in. “Mhmm!” Ratree moans, kicking her feet and shaking her head, struggling to shout. “MHMM!”
But Kulap easily winds the strip ofcloth around her head, tying it off tightly so it cuts painfully into the corners of her mouth, silencing her cries tohelpless moans.
“Mhmm!” she cries into the gag, staring up at her former prisoner.
Madam Kulap draws a deep breath, then reaches up and adjusts her cap. She looks over officer Ratree’s helpless pantyhose-clad body with a glitn in her eyes that makes Ratree flinch away. But there is no time for fun. She grabs Ratree’s legs (she knows that many officers don’t wear the flesh-colored tights, so she leaves them on the sleeping beauty, preferring to save time) and pulls them down toward the bottom of the bed despite Ratree’s moans and ties them both to the foot of the bed with mroe strips torn from the gown.
Madam Kulap takes a step back and looks over her prisoner once more: she lies spread out full length on the bed, her hands cuffed to the head, her feet bound to the foot, thoroughly gagged, staring up at her pleadingly with helpless fearful eyes
Kulap glances at the clock on the wall; almost 8 o’clock: perfect. She gives the captive officer a glosting smile and turns away with a mocking wave. “Sleep tight!’ she calls. “You’ll be spending the night here, at least!”
“Mhmmm-” Ratree cries, her voice cut off by the closing door.
Madam Kulap glances both ways, adjusts her uniform, then stands at attention by the door as if she had been on guard for hours.
And just in time, too: another police officer walks around a corner and starts toward her. “Hoe is she?” she asks, coming to take what should be officer Ratree’s place.
“She’s sleeping,” the fauz police officer tells her replacement with a smile. ”She makes odd noises when she’s asleep - don’t worry if you hear her moaning!”
With that final piece of advice, Madam Kulap turns and strides out, unnoticed and unmissed. She allows herself a broad smile as she walks out into the warm Thailand night; she is back!