The Last Lesbians

[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.