The Last Lesbians

[gagged_Louise]

Feeling at ease, the man facing Sarah looked at her as if she belonged to him. "Oh, take a look at her" he said, nodding at Hannah, "what is she to you? She's a bound prisoner now, fuckable any number of times, and we'll see that she's on her knees and disawows her stupidities" He put his hand under her chin and jerked his long finger in from below, forcing her head to tilt upwards. "Show me your teeth, slave! I want to see if they're any good".

Minerva got her head dipped into the water for the third time in two minutes, Jedburgh's cock swelling and pumping in her lower opening. She dimly felt her hair must be like porridge now, her hairdo utterly ruined. The other soldier lifted her head up and finally heaved her body off the tank. She sunk into a half-kneeling position, and he saw it was time for him and as soon as the pool of her mouth had emptied, he shot his cock in. Minerva bent her lips sloppily and only the effort not to swoon kept her torso upright. Jedburgh, half-sitting behind her, was making faster and faster thrusts up her back and holding his arm just under her breasts. Suddenly he stiffened and shot his cum smearing inside her. "I knew she was a fast learner" he chuckled. Minerva could say nothing. silenced by the other man's thick cock. She'd heard about prison rape, but she'd never really thought it would happen to her. Kneeling and taken by two men at once, she could see this was part of the local routine. The man at her mouth pulled out and again smeared her cheeks and nose with his dong.

[Stephanie]

Sarah clenched her teeth together tightly and tried to hold her thick lips together as he angled her head up. "My name is Sarah." she snarled angrily, stomping her booted foot with another defiant tensing of her powerful black legs.

Minerva cried out. "How much longer?"

[gagged_Louise]

The soldier helped himself to one more round with his dick, making Minerva's face bob like a floating ball. "Mmmgh! Help!" she cried, and then, as rage surged through her, "Don't touch me you Bastard!"
He came one more time and Minerva helplessly swallowed some of his load. Then he pulled out, and stamped into the ground. For the moment, it was over. Tears welled up into Minerva's eyes, and if her wrists hadn't been bound at her back she'd have put her face in her hands and sobbed. None of them made a sound as the soldiers tidied up their privates and made their trousers and shirts look more orderly.

"All right, bitch. Let's go."
"You're taking me to my cage now?"
"Sure."

She slowly rose up and limply let him silence her with the ball gag. Then she was marched towards the front yard.

"Your hot black ass belongs to me, slave" said the man facing Sarah. Major Howard seemed to notice them and snapped:
"Smith, come over here. We'll give some entertainment for the Pharaoh Princess later on."

[Stephanie]

((OOC: Could you reply to my PMs before I post next?))

[Stephanie]

Beatrice was still holding out her tray and waiting impatiently for the guard to replace her food with real food when Minerva was placed, bound and gagged, into her cage. "I don't see why she shouldn't be as free as the rest of us. She's been cooperative." Beatrice argued, still holding out the tray, her tensed, spread thighs revealing the light cloth of her white panties.

Minerva was forced, bound and gagged, into the tiny, suspended cage. She was the only one of the women to have yet been stripped more or less fully naked, wearing only her sneakers and socks. She glanced sadly at Beatrice, remembering her excited hope when she'd put on those sneakers. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to pretend it all wasn't happening.

Dawn looked over, fingering the gag hanging around her own neck nervously. "Don't worry, Minerva. It'll be alright. They'll get you untied and something to eat. They won't really keep us in these cages forever."

"My name is Sarah!" Sarah snapped after the guard before he left her and Hannah on their own. She wasn't sure why the confrontation had suddenly ended but it had and she didn't feel good about it either. Sighing heavily, she and Hannah wandered away from where they'd been left, exploring the area.

[gagged_Louise]

When two of their guards entered the dusky room ten minutes later Beatrice got her plate of stale trash food replaced with some apples, a glass of milk and some fried fish and potatoes. Amazingly, Dawn, too, was served. "Don't try any tricks with the fruit, or your friend gets a finger up her cunt" the man added, nodding at Minerva with a twisted grin. She was a reminder, if they needed one, of what could happen to them, but Dawn overcame her tension, and looked at the guard with some dignity:
-Anything else, slut? he said.
-Please, just take off her gag and get her face washed. She's no animal, she's a woman like me.
-She's forgotten what she was supposed to do in life with her womanhood, and you're lucky you're not like her yet. She's just paying the price. If you ask me one more thing like that you'll be hung upside down and forced to suck my cock.
-Mmmgh, Minerva groaned and looked at them: she could see that Dawn was daring her luck, and grunted hard at her friend. The soldier had sounded very junior-recruit like, but she didn't want Dawn to suffer.

Howard knew he would be moving on with the interrogations within hours, and for the moment he didn't know what to make of Hannah's quiet defiance. Since the whole camp was surrunded by 16 ft walls and postern towers with submachine gun armed men, there was no risk the two women would get anywhere: he told two of his soldiers to keep an eye on them and to halt them at once if either tried to set the other free from her bonds, both women having their wrists bound at the back and Hannah's arms secured with the tight, unyielding climbing rope running in double coils and tied off hard behind her shoulder blades.
"If the black one bites at that rope and tries to even loosen the hold on her buddy's arms, she's yours and you can take her for a while" he said. "But just keep them within sight now, so they know they're being watched".
The men saluted and kept a look on the two ladies.

[Stephanie]

"Yet?" Beatrice asked as she gratefully ate her apple. She waited until she had finished all her food and then breathed in deeply. "I'm the leader. I would offer to be punished in Minerva's place. I would offer to be hung upside down, forced to suck your cock, and put in the position she is in now if it would get her released.

"Answer me, dammit!" Sarah yelled at the men. "My name is Sarah!" After a few minutes, she did indeed walk over and try to pull Hannah's rope loose with her teeth.

[gagged_Louise]

"Not sure you realize what the odds are here, Ma'am" the soldier said, turning to Beatrice. Another one came in armed with a service handgun and a little leather bag strung over his shoulder. "The gals making trouble? I thought we were gonna get some peace and quiet." he said.

"Their top dog is trying to show us she's got balls, which she hasn't."

Minerva looked back at Beatrice and then at the soldier who had brought the food. She was silent.

Dawn took heart and looked straight at the first soldier. "Please, listen, she's a woman. If she's got some little secrets to show she'll fix it better if she gets a chance to clean herself..."

The men glanced over at Beatrice, a sudden shade of doubt drew over her face; she was obviously surprised. Are we getting the first chance to put a crack between the leader and the others? the first soldier thought, in a sudden flash.

"...and look more ordered, more sweet" Dawn went on, smiling a little. She felt like she was back at girls boarding school, but the first weapon of a woman is to wheeedle a bit.

The soldier lost no time.

"That's enough, bitch. You have talked a bit too much" he dragooned at Dawn, "Get your hands behind your back!"

Dawn went a little pale, but in a moment turned her obediently clutched hands toward the opening of her cage. The man grasped at them, bent them one wrist crossed over the other, and tied them with several coils of black rope, then cut another length and pulled her elbows as taut as he could, with just three inches between them; he tied it off efficiently and Dawn panted and tried to keep her back erect. Rapidly, he put the ball gag back in place. He tugged hard at her hair, and Dawn's head bobbed helplessly up. "MMMGH!" she moaned, and her captor suddenly brought out a pen-knife letting the sharp blade glide under her chin.

"MMMGH!" Dawn grunted again, but lower: had she totally lost her gamble? The man spun her round. While Macmillan, his brother-in-arms, was laying a blanket out on the concrete floor in front of the cage, the first soldier, called Burton, slapped her cheek hard, wrung her head a bit, nipped at her cheeks with his tweezing fingers, then hauled her out, placing her on the thick blue cotton.
-Spread your legs, whore!

Minerva was muffledly crying into her gag now, while Beatrice was knocking the shaft end of her fork into the plate in true prison fashion.
I said, spread your LEGS! spread them wide. You're gonna get some, sister" Burton repeated. He yanked her left nipple between his fingers to make his point.

[Stephanie]

Beatrice sighed heavily as she looked over at Dawn being restrained. "Look, I'm not giving you trouble. I'm trying to take responsibility for what I've done. I'm the criminal here. I'm confessing."

"If you confess, you'll promise to obey prison rules" Macmillan answered. The other soldier shot them a cold glance.

"I will." Beatrice said.

Thy both looked at her with stern eyes, but just for a moment. Outside a few soldiers cam marching, Macmillan called out "Robinson! Jones!"

Beatrice returned to her food as she waited for the soldiers to reach a decision.

They entered and faced him "Yes, Corporeal?"

Sarah, meanwhile, was starting to make some progress on the rope, chewing away determinedly.

"This woman has proved a stubborn menace. to us all. She has this band of dirty slutty wolen that she brought here, and should be questioned. The Major knows about this. Take her away!

The men motioned Beatrice to come out

Beatrice had to be let out first.

The two privates cautiously opened the lock of the cage door. One of them whistled, the other commanded "Step out with your hands on your back,, slut"

"I can't manuever through the door that way." Beatrice complained.

She handed her now empty tray to the guards and shifted her bare, athletic legs under her, her tiny red short shorts coming down slightly.

What d'ya mean chick, you have to crouch forward when your hands are tied?" one of them said and laughed. Burton looked back at Dawn, making himself as hungry as ever to taste her.

"I can't crouch low enough. I need to slide out sitting. Which means I need my hands on the bars." she explained.

The soldiers darrted glances between them, and then one of them said "Ah, you needn't be such an Injun queen sitting in her tipi" and then, with no warning, he lunged into the door, yanked her wrist and wrung her right arm to the side and forward, causing a stabbing pain up her arm.

"Ow!" Beatrice yelped, startled, as she was pushed forward by the pressure on her arm, her large chest thrusting outwards and downwards as her eyes lowered.

"Are you gonna go our way?" asked Macmillan. "Rememeber, it's OUR rules here". Minerva looked on in horror as the soldier increased his pull.

"That's what I'm trying to do!" she screamed.

"Mphhg!" Dawn protested in sympathy.

"You look more like a lame turkey to me" Robinson said and heaved her through the door of the cage, the other men laughing

"You can't play hide and seek with the law" observed Burton.

Beatrice fell to the ground with a grunt, bare arms and legs splayed across the ground, tiny red shorts pulled up over a rounded ass

Robinson stared down at the figure of Beatrice on the floor, lifted her arm from behind and, on impulse, kicked her in the side of her soft belly with his boot.

"Ow!" she grunted sharply.

"Ready to come with us, hooker? think you got a choice? Get up."

Beatrice dragged herself up on aching legs, the muscles of her thighs tensing as she stretched.

"Hands behind your back" Macmillan told her.

She obeyed.

The other private soldier hauled up a pair of handcuffs and snapped them shut on her.. Macmillan took a bit gag out of his leather shoulder bag and silenced Beatrice.

Silenced and cuffed, Beatrice was left unable to respond beyond the resentment in her eyes.

Beatrice took a moment to look around the room, her sneakered feet shuffling nervously on the dirty floor.

"Take the criminal to interrogation room 13" Macmillan said. She was marched off. at once.

Beatrice marched along, strong hands on her bare arms.

Passing down a stairwell, Beatrice and the soldiers got down to cellar level. They were holding her arms tighter now, as they entered a corridor with some doors on empty cells that looked really like medieval, with iron grilles in the doors.. The air was getting cooler. "You know how long time you might spend in jail, slut?" Robinson said

Beatrice nodded. "Mphhm."

"Thirty years. An' we guarantee you some sexual pleasure every day. But don't worry, we're going to make a real woman out of you. These things you've been doing wear off"

Beatrice shook her head wildly.

[gagged_Louise]

With Beatrice handcuffed between them, the soldiers passed round a brick walled corner into a hall about forty feet long and opening, on one side, into a stairway vault of dark, kind of grimy stone. The stairway threw dim shades into the hall. Jones held in his step and firmly held Beatrice's left arm, saying quietly "We'll stop here for a minute" while Robinson stepped aside and went over to a few lockers by the wall.
Moments later he came back, holding a whip made of dark, taut sailors' rope about four feet long, supported on a wooden shaft and dividing into in a couple of leather thongs with tiny knots, ending in steel screws and flanges. Stepping beside Beatrice, he put one hand at her cheek and loooked into her eyes a bit from the side.

"We're going to feel you out a little" he said, holding the whip up close to Beatrice's face. "But we won't be using this at once..." She said nothing, not even a grunt came from her.
He handed the whip to Jones, clenching his hands around her wrists, unlocked her handcuffs and moved them in front; then he tied the wrists again with a rope, leaving about a yard off. "Come over here" he said and marched her a few feet to a spot just by the stair wall. The lower end of a wrought-iron grille set into the stairs was about seven feet above Beatrice at this point. He stretched down and secured her feet to a pair of steel rings, from which there were chains running in the stone floor; he wound the chains around her feet, leaving them spread apart and padlocked.
"Stretch your arms right above your head, slut" Robinson said, looming like a shadow beside her.

Out in the front yard, where the weather was getting slightly overcast, came a whistle from a posted soldier in one of the guard towers. But Howard's two men had also spotted Sarah's blatant effort to dislodge the rope from Hannah's chest. They bolted over, and one of them grabbed Sarah steadily over the right ear and cheek. pinched his long finger into her right eye and forced her head aside. "I thought a cunning conspiring little whore like you would be smarter than that" he said. "Yeah, I'm calling you names here, though we're not in court yet.".

[Stephanie]

Beatrice stood there. Her long, toned, muscled, bare legs were spread wide by the tight chains on her feet even as her hands were pulled up over her head, pausing her breasts to flatten ever so slightly in her tight white tee. Those white legs trembled as she looked out over the tight bit gag. "Mphg?" was all she could ask.

Sarah's head turned away as the man brought her under control. "My name is Sarah." she repeated stubbornly. "And i just wanted to make my friend more comfortable."

[gagged_Louise]

There was little Beatrice could do but wait; the other soldier had gone up to the slope of the stairway right above her, and getting hold of the rope he pulled it upwards. Her arms quickly straightened above her, as she was forced to heave herself up on her soles. The rope cut gently into her wrists and gave her no chance at all to flex her arms. The soldier saw her involuntarily looking upwards and his eyes swept over her shapely, tanned limbs.

"Really shoulda blindfolded you too, but we want you to know what's coming" he said. "Well, you seem to have incited your bunch of dykes, so they think they have to fight us. I mean, we don't really want to fight you we're forced to it by your preposterous ideas. To think that women could live on their own without need for the protection and love of men, now that's really a laugh. I don't know what's happening to the girls you left behind, but you look like you could use a lesson, snooty lady. By the way, why do you folks alaways seem so mdisgusting and hairy in y'armpits? Willie, time to check her out?" he said, laughing. Willie, the soldier who had chained her to the floor-rings, brought a rough ball clothed in grey, very rough sandpaper and reached inside her tee to get close. He rolled it against her armpits, as they lay completely open.

"Sure, she's got some hair here alright" he said, rubbing the grainy surface in. Beatrice's face tensed.

"Yeah, thought so, Said the soldier on the stairs. "What's the point in that, seems really corny to me. Answer me, whore: what could be the point in growing a rug under yer arms?"
"Mmmgh!" Beatrice grunted.
"You've got no logical reason, and that's because you can't think" he said. "What did you do down on the farm, cuddle each other all the time?"
Willie suddenly reached out, put his hand under her tee which had long since got stretched and sweaty. He didn't look at her at first, and caressed her nipples, then suddenly, he pinched them hard.

"You're going to get both fucked and knouted with that one" - he nodded at the whip - "before we've prepared you, Betty.And you're gonna love it!"


"I didn't ask for your name, bitch" the soldier said in a cutting voice as he pulled Sarah backwards and secured her bound hands with a dog-leash to a post behind them. Opposite them, two soldiers had brought Hannah to her knees and were pulling more coils of rope pinning her forearms to her back. "The black one doesn'r seem keen to speak, so you'll need to answer a few questions for her" - he removed her gag ."We've heard there were some weirdo things happening in the sainted revolution, bras were burnt and some pregnant women got their bellies cut open 'cause your inhuman stormtroopers said they were showing solidarity with men by bearing their kids. What bullshit! So what did this here negro woman do? You better tell us."

"You're going to pay for what you've done, miss Nubian!" one of the men erupted at Sarah.

[Stephanie]

Beatrice trembled as she hung in her bonds. She muttered into her gag and looked downward squeeking as her nipples were pinched. There was nothing else she could do.

Hannah shook her head. "She didn't do anything like that."

[gagged_Louise]

"You look like you could use some washing" Willie said in a hoarse voice, positively eating Beatrice's bust with his eyes. "If I were you I'd think a bit of what to say when you're questioned. You always were the leader, I guess?" He pinched again at her nipples while Beatrice clamped her teeth into the gag.

We want to know why you've made those friends of yours so nosey and bratty. They don't seem to realize they're in prison. If you want to tell us, then do it now. If it isn't a good one, you'll get some fun with this whip, to begin with." He removed her bit gag for a moment, his eyes swept up her stretched arms, and then he looked hard at Beatrice.

"So you don't even know what your comrades were up to when they rebelled? That's cute, girl. If your'e a vacationer with no politics then I'm Cindy Crawford" rapped out one of the soldiers facing Sarah. "If you're this coldblooded you need to know how much I'll take! Did she teach you how to be a lesbian? Never mind, I'll correct that training." He waved his hand at Sarah and the guys around her, and one of them put a knife to the base of her nose.
"Open your mouth wide and suck me, baby, or she gets disfigured" the soldier told Hannah.

[Stephanie]

"I convinced them of the righteousness of our cause. I also thought I had convinced them of the seriousness of the danger we'd be in but I apparently hadn't. Still, I take responsibility." Beatrice spoke calmly and firmly, even as she hung there, her tiny shorts now hiked up over well-muscled thighs and her huge tits jutting beneath her tight white tee.

Sarah froze as the hook was placed in her broad, nostril. Hannah slowly sank to her knees, parting her defiant lips into a wide, big mouth, ready fher captor to use. Sarah closed her eyes and tried not to move.

[gagged_Louise]

"Not good enough" Willie said, frowning at Beatrice's words and swiped her face with the back of his hand, before silencing her again with the bit gag. He walked around her and saw her powerful body, bolt upright in her bonds and subject to his will to make her bleed and, hopefully, cry like a kitten. Her neck upright, she was visible as a gracious outline in the slightly dim light.

Willie reached a post about six feet behind their captive. He weighed the whip in his hands, leaned slightly on his right leg, and made the first lash. The cord flew out like a sleek, snaky tongue and let loose its six knotted thongs, ending in sharp metal, at her hips and right buttock. Beatrice at first was completely silent, then gave a muted, high-pitched grunt. It ended as sharply as it had begun.
The whip hit her again, knots and bolts dancing over her skin. The soldiers chuckled as they looked on, Beatrice grunting and tugging at the ropes on her wrists as if trying to escape this whipping post where her female pride was in danger of being eaten alive by the minute.

The G.I.'s facing Hannah unzipped their trousers and their dicks loomed in front of her face. Her hands bound at her back, she knelt like a pleasure slut, her mouth wide open. "That's right, sweetie" one of the guys muttered and pushed his swelling head into her mouth, and looked on as she began licking. "That's some slave" the other said and followed on with his shaft beside. Naked and bound, Hannah's torso began waving like a willow. "Mmmgh, mmmgh..." she gasped.

[Stephanie]

Beatrice grunted sharply again as the whip landed once more. Her shorts, tiny as they were, were denim and largely dulled the pain that landed on her ass above the very high bottoms of the shorts, even as the bottom of her nicely chubbed cheeks were exposed. Her white shirt provided less help, although there was some. The real pain came on her thighs and lower buttocks, where the metal cut the skin and caused trickles of blood to move down her powerful lesbian legs, even if they didn't have the full musculature of a raging bulldyke like Hannah. As the whips continued, her grunts gradually turned to sobs as she struggled to make herself heard around the gag biting into her mouth and hurting her jaw which was so used to speaking freely and decisively.

Hannah, meanwhile, had nothing to do but suck one cock and wait for the other. She closed her eyes and sucked the head, taking more and more of it into her wet, inexperienced mouth. She'd never sucked a man's cock before. Sarah, meanwhile, was petrified, still threatened with the pick as Hannah was forced to suck off the guards, hands and arms bound.

[gagged_Louise]

(msn session, the soldiers enacted by Gagged_Louise, the women by Stephanie)


"You're doing fine" one of the soldiers told Hannah, glaring like he meant it. "If you feel it's enuff, just stamp your foot in the ground; it's all you can do". He rumpled her hair and pushed his cock further in.,
Hannah immediately stamped her foot on the ground...repeatedly, even as her kneeling position made it a little tricky.
"Whoa that's a bit fast" said her teacher. "Aren't you happy to help your pal?" The guy standing next to him suddenly pimpled with his dick at her ear, and there was no remission.
Hannah closed her eyes tightly, continuing to slurp the huge cock forced to the back of her mouth; he held it in there, pulsing in her mouth like a gag, and told her how much they'd love to hear the truth when she was ready to be questioned. This is just foreplay, he said.
Hannah just sucked, unable to speak or move. She whimpered faintly around the hard cock.

His cock grew thicker and suddenly tensed , shooting like a soft -air gun shot to the back of her mouth. At once her tongue and mouth were bathing in his juices. The others looked on and clapped their hands.

"Mpphgg!" Hannah protested as the hot semen shot down her captured throat. The man beside her tugged at her hair, drenched with sweat, and wiped it a little, then spun it around his hand and jerked hard, Her head went up like on a springboard. Hannah gasped, spitting out cum and saliva, as her head was pulled back by her sweaty, dark hair, held tightly.
The man in front of her growled "Oh no you don't, Missus!" and clamped his hand over her mouth, while the other pushed his cock head against the opening of her ear. Too narrow really, but he could get some way in.
Hannah gulped down what remained in her mouth, hoping that would get the hand removed.
"That's it, girl" the soldier said and slowly he lifted his hand.
"I didn't mean to spit it out." Hannah groused. "That tug was just sudden and unexpected."
"Nobody chokes in the face of a soldier!!" said one of the other men. "The bitch is for me too, I want to take her virginity here".
"I'm not a virgin." Hannah protested.
"Leave it a minute, Robbins" said the man who had just molested her mouth. "You'll get yours, but we need to get on with the ebony princess that Miss Jane Fonda is plainly trying to shield". The other man was still rubbing his prick into Hannah's ear

"What are you going to do to me?" Sarah asked.
The man next to Sarah removed the hook from her nose, freeing her from that danger for a moment. Sarah relaxed her body a little. those athletic black muscles no longer strained and still.
"We know you were a criminal in the days of the revolution, and you incited people to give up their homes" one of the men informed her. "You'll get your due, but first we'll show you what fear is about. Don't think you can be that snooty tomorrow, slut..."
"I'm not snooty, you fucking cracker!" Sarah snapped angrily, jerking forward and tugging wildly at the cuffs that bound her hands.
"Well, then you must be a daredevil" he said and pinched her nipples.
"Ow!" She jerked back, her sizable breasts bouncing a little in her bra.
"You wanna be like your leader? I bet she's getting tortured right now" the man growled at her.
"I...Yes..." Sarah said fearfully.
For a moment there was a glint of respect in the eyes of the soldier, then he pointed at Hannah and yelled "Look at your buddy, she's drenched in other peoples sweat and semen 'cause she's too fuckin' obnoxious and she doesn't know how to take it! She'll be fucked again within an hour, you wanna be like her!?"
"No." Sarah answered. "But just get it over with, whatever you're going to do.":
"I want you to get this, little lady, we have means of inducing change in you so you´'ll even begin thinking new thoughts, and then you'll obey any man you meet. Do I make myself clear!"
"And then I'll die anyway in the end?" Sarah asked.
"I hope not, we want your obedience to be a free choice" the man in front of her said. "Nuff said for now."

Sarah, who knew the prisoners always died in the end under this government, just nodded at the lie.

[Stephanie]

"Jane Fonda?" Hannah asked curiously. "She was that actress against the Vietnam War, wasn't she? I don't...I don't understand the connection."

Sarah shifted uncomfortably in her bonds, waiting for it. Meanwhile, Beatrice was being whipped and Minerva and Dawn were caged.

[gagged_Louise]

"Well, what did Janey gain from that?" retorted the man who had just throated Hannah. "You've been in with this disloyal crowd long enough and whatever secrets you're keeping will be dragged out of you, chick." To make his point he leaned forward and fingered her defenceless pussy.
"Wet, huh? I like it when I meet a female convict who's headstrong, that increases the pleasure of bending her will to mine"

Sarah was agonizingly tugging at her handcuffs as the man went on "You know, we don't normally have women in the service but you look like there could be a future for you in some sort of covert service. Not now, but once we've turned you away from the sect you're in and made you realize your talents. Somebody just might be interested in training you as an agent, maybe abroad...but that takes absolute loyalty of course and you're not there yet, not by far."

"I'm not interested in hearing no confessions now, you've had your chance" Willie called out as he made lash after lash draw blood from Beatrice's thighs. Parching her skin, each new strike seemed to tear new cracks in her toned, healthy legs and sent new jolts of pain up her spine. She was beginning to bend forward, her fists clenched and her head bowed in anguish as she tried to evade the merciless flogging.

In the half-darkened cage cell, the guards on post were darting glances and watching Dawn and Minerva. It had been half an hour since Beatrice had been taken away, and they guessed she was being tortured. Dawn, with her cage door still open, her hands tied behind and her feet bound to the sides of the opening and her ball gag hanging around her neck to be used at a moment's notice, watched them with a blank, emotionless face. She was utterly vulnerable to an assault but looked determined not to invite it.

[Stephanie]

"What does Jane Fonda and the Vietnam War have to do with anything?" Hannah asked in increasing confusion. "I don't know what she got from it or anything else she did. I'm only vaguely aware of who she is. You're just confusing me."

Sarah shook her head. "I'm not that naive. I know how these things wind up in the end."

[gagged_Louise]

"Well, that one had the good fortune to be born in a democracy, at the heart of the free world, and then she just wasted it, posing by them Viet Cong tanks and sleeping with the yellows. Such a filthy MF!" he jabbed at Hannah."You'll soon find you're through playing games, Miss. But we're too humane to have you killed anyway, that's not the concept here" he added, turning at Sarah.

Willie moved the dreaded flogger higher to Beatrice's midriff, smashing hard three times for each round and watching in delight as the knots and bolts scorched her skin - the dark red sheen was plain now through her deteriorating tee. Beatrice cringed and grunted like a hunted animal, and her legs were visibly beginning to give way. He held in the whip and walked out of the corner to stand in front of her. Her eyes squeezed shut and her hair dripping with sweat, the woman's skin looked faintly grey.
He put his fingers under her chin and dug them in. "MMMGGH!!" she moaned. Willie leaned forward and whispered in her ear "You're at our mercy, slut. I bet your friends are being fucked right now, you'll get yours too." Then he hauled up two small breast-clamps from his pocket and put them, one by one, on her nipples. He rattled them a bit and tightened the springs to ensure the bite would dig firmly into her tits.

Boy does she look hot, he thought as Beatrice's chin involuntarily went up like the bow of a ship that's about to be engulfed by the sea.

[Stephanie]

Hannah just looked even more confused. "I still have no idea what Jane Fonda or the Vietnamese have to do with feminism or anything else. I mostly know her as the excercise tape lady. Could you please explain what the Hell it is you're talking about? This isn't a democracy anymore anyway."

Sarah shrugged. "Sweet of you to say so but I know what the hood means. No one who's ever been hooded during their arrest has ever lived in the end, although some lived for years afterwards before it finally happened. I'm not naive or gullible."

Beatrice, meanwhile, was bloody, clamped and gagged. The harsh whipping had torn huge chunks from her shirt and also torn her bra, leaving her battered and bloody flesh almost entirely exposed. The denim shorts had fared better and were still essentially intact.

[gagged_Louise]

"Well, making her voice turn raw and emotional as she went to 'Nam, she just managed to pick all the wrong positions. What kind of American would fraternize with the enemy and even refuse to bring home soldiers' lettters when she met some of our men?" he jabbed at Hannah. "Scum! But she didn't get her way. Miss Fonda was the kind of disloyal bimbo who always want to be in the limelight" he said, looking at her with wild eyes.

"You say you know her from exercises, okay, we'll keep your cunt exercised here. You two shouldn't be so deluded by your own propaganda, girls. And you" he turned to Sarah - "No time for you to be so high and mighty about people killed. Lots of people were killed during your revolt. so you should just learn to cooperate with reasonable men.

Willie removed Beatrice's cruel bit gag and slowly her head slumped a little. She exhaled in short, rasping breaths. Her eyes still didn't open and there was a stench of blood and dried sweat about her. Her face looked glazed, almost unconscious, and didn't move, but when the soldier hit her cheeks with his hand, she moaned and her face twitched; she hadn't really passed out. He tugged at one of the breast-clamps to see how the bound woman would respond.