The Last Lesbians

[Stephanie]

This RP involves non-con themes as well as extreme elements. If this offends you or you're looking for something milder, please read no further.

This roleplay is set a few years in the future. The campaigns of Christian fundamentalists against "sexual immorality" and of feminists against the "objectification of women" had led to wide scale sexual repression. Things eventually got so bad that there was a sexual revolution, not a mere change in values as happened in the sixties but a full-scale revolution. The revolution itself brought together all types of people, people who enjoyed consensual BSDM activities, various other kinds of fetishists, homosexuals, and even vanilla heterosexuals who wanted to be able to express themselves sexually without shame. The basic idea was simple. Everyone would be free to express their own natures and desires consensually with other adults in a safe, sane manner.

Unfortunately, the revolution went the way of many past revolutions and betrayed its principals when a small clique found themselves at the center of power. In this case, it was a small group of men who believed that all men should be naturally dominant and all women naturally submissive. At first, they continued to allow people their freedom and merely argued that they would be happier if they behaved in this manner. However, they became more and more extreme, even dredging up old outdated psychological texts claiming that homosexuality, especially lesbianism, were mental disorders. Soon, the new dictatorship began trying to force their way on the rest of the population.

This story is about five very sexual lesbians in their thirties who were part of the revolutionary leadership originally. They were forced out and have been arrested several times. This time is the final time, when the police place the bags over their heads which go over the heads of people who are disappearing permanently. They are being taken off to the prisons of the new world order where they will eventually meet their end. However, mere death is not enough. The regime has to win in hearts and minds and bodies as well. Before they die, they will be made to love the cock.

I'm looking for someone to play the government men. The RP will begin with the women at home. They know they are out of power and persona non grata but do not know this will be happening today. The police will come in and take them off and the RP will go from there. I'll play the women. Anyone interested?

[Stephanie]

Beatrice Butler frowned slightly as she saw the dirt stain on her bare knee. She'd have to go shower as soon as she was finished in her garden. Shrugging it off, she knelt back in the dirt and began digging a hole for the next of the several flowers still sitting in their purchase pots next to her. It would be a few hours yet before she was ready to come in from the well-kept yard and gardens she shared with her four comrades and sometimes lovers.

Beatrice was a woman in her early thirties. She had an athletic body in excellent shape and a moderately large bust. Right now, that body was coated in sweat and her short, light brown hair was soaked through and through. Her nicely toned, tan legs were left exposed by her hiked up, tight red short shorts, worn as much to please the other girls as to keep cool in the summer heat. She wore a tight white t-shirt through which could now be seen the ouline of her conservative bra. On her feet, she wore black socks with red sneakers, a rather tacky addition but she had always had odd taste in footwear.

Beatrice had been one of the most important of the leaders of the early revolution, even holding a nominal Presidency at one point. Gardening was one of the few things that took her mind off her political misfortune. She didn't like being out of power. Still, even though she'd been to jail a few times, she felt it was only a political misfortune, one which might change and, in any event, didn't threaten her private life. She and her friends were about to learn how wrong that assesment was.

[curiousnovice]

Ok ... I'm actually more interested in submissive things, but let's see if I can be creative.

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The women didn't stand a chance. 30 armed government men had the house surrounded. The men bundled the women at gunpoint into a black, unmarked truck.

Through the grille separating the back of the truck from the driver's compartment, Beatrice Butler heard the driver say: "To the women's prison?"

"No," said another voice, more menacing. "We've had our eyes on them for some time. These ones are going to straight to the Repeat Offenders Punishment Center."

[Stephanie]

OOC: It's good. A little more detail might help though.

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Beatrice barely had time to stand up before she was down again. The familiar steel of cuffs on her wrists worried her but the hood pulled down over her head only meant one thing. She was silent in the darkness, even though she wasn't gagged.

After the agents burst in to the house, the other women didn't last much longer. Hannah Gutterman put up something of a struggle. She was a female bodybuilder who'd just turned thirty, evolved in the original revolution only through her long relationship with Beatrice. She was a muscled but well formed Jewish woman with raven hair and olive skin. She was dressed in black combat boots, tight black short shorts, and a black t-shirt which showed off her arms as well as her ample busts. Despite her fight, in a few minutes she was also wearing handcuffs and a hood.

The other three women included Minerva Walker, the oldest. She was in her mid-forties and had been a powerful theoretician back in the old days. She was still lovely, although her figure had filled out and her face was just starting to show the first signs of aging. Her polump, succulent thighs and full breasts were shown off by her white blouse, short leather black skirt, and sneakers. The last had been added to an outfit otherwise showing her typical class in order to try and arouse Beatrice's sneaker fetish. She knew Beatrice would stay with Hannah but Minerva had been trying for at least a one night stand with one of the younger women for months.

Sarah Tomkin was the only black woman among the group, in her late thirties. She had the legendary large breasts and "ghetto booty" although her over all bearing suggested an educated woman from the upper classes. She had a round face and wore her hair naturally. She had very athletic legs as she had played soccer before going in to politics. At the time of the capture, she was wearing rather short jean cut-offs, hiking boots, and a tight white tee.

The last woman, in her early-forties, was Dawn Fenn. She had curley red hair and a lithe, leaner body type. She was the thinnest of the girls, although her bust was also the least impressive. She had a soft, Celtin sort of face and was dressed more modestly than the others in a black long skirt, black t-shirt, and Chucks, perhaps again for Beatrice's benefit.

[curiousnovice]

Sergeant Masters jumped into the back of the truck and ordered one of his subordinates to close the doors from the outside. The doors slammed shut.

Masters eyed the offenders. Five women, sitting there submissively, handcuffed, with hoods on their heads. All fully dressed. But that problem could be solved. Just as soon as they arrived at the Repeat Offenders Punishment Center, he'd get those clothes off the women. Then their punishment would start.

He began to speculate about what he might do to them once he got them inside the Repeat Offenders Punishment Center.

Sergeant Masters was a fully trained Punishment Officer and knew the procedure. The thing to do was to single one of the women out for particularly cruel abuse. The others would see what was happening. Once they'd watched the harsh abuse of one of their the group, the rest of them would be easier to crack.

Sergeant Masters wondered which woman he'd pick out for "the special treatment."

His training and experience as a Punishment Officer told him to go with his guts. That one. His notes said her name was called Beatrice Butler. Shapely, fit body, as far as he could see. Breasts looked just the right size for some abuse. She was the one.

Just as soon as they got to the Repeat Offenders Punishment Center, he would give it to Beatrice Butler. In front of the other women, of course.

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OOC: Sorry Stephanie but I am running out of ideas here. Everyone reading -- can one of you take over this RP with Stephanie please?

[Stephanie]

OOC: Anyone interested in taking over for Novice? If not, I might move this to story ideas and then make a story from it. If so...well...that'd be preferable to me by far.

[Stephanie]

The women couldn't really be described as at all submissive, merely restrained. Underneath their hoods they were seething with anger and resentment and their capture by overwhelming force. Their bodies were tensed rather than yielding and in their handcuffs their hands were balled up into fists.

[Twister]

The van came to a halt...a few moment passed and the lock was opened and the rear doors creaked open....."last stop ladies!...everybody out..."
beatrice was the first to step to the rear of the van.....sargent masters roughly grabs her and pulls her forward....just as she passses thu the doors he releases her....letting her tumble to the ground...masters kneels down and drives his knee into her sex..the pain shoots thu her body.but he pins her chest to the hard ground before she can move..leaning forward he whispers to her so the others can not hear...."welcome to your new home cunt...I know I'm going to enjoy your stay"....he graps her nipple thru her bra and shirt....twisting it almost 180 degrees...."up cunt" he shouts...pulling her to her feet.....he pushes her to a doorway..."stand here" is all he says...and returns to the van to collect the others.....

[Stephanie]

Masters produces the first sound Beatrice has made since the bag came over her head as she shrieks in pain, being dragged over to stand in the doorway. She trembles a little in her rather scanty outfit as the others make their way to their own feet. "I demand to speak to my lawyer." Hannah said boldly through her hood.

[Twister]

Masters looked at the darky clad figure of the woman.....she was built...he'd give her that...muscled yet had those wonderful breasts....her tight black t-shirt she wore did little to hide them....."well yes maam..right this way" masters said ....as Hannah turned to the sound of Masters voice....He hit her in the stomach...hard...driving his fist into her....knocking her into the door of the van....the hood she wore made it impossiable to tell where he was...
He moved in close...and spoke to her in a kind voice....your days of lawers and trials are over ....you've been found guilty...and have been sentanced...
your cunt belongs to me now.....with that he slammed his hand... palm up into her pussy...almost picking her up off the ground.....quicly her grabbed the back of the hood and shoved her to her waiting friend at the door..god I love my job... he thought as he turned to retrive the next woman....

[Stephanie]

Those words seemed to set the women off. Beatrice muttered something loud but unintelligible in her hood and charged towards the guards, trying to kick and butt them. The other women soon followed suit and soon the smooth flesh of eight white legs and two black ones was showing everywhere as the women kicked in vain. It was true that Hannah and Sarah were powerful kickers and that even Beatrice had decently strong legs, but they couldn't see who they were fighting. The women managed to land a few kicks and Hannah and Sarah even managed to make a few bruises but ultimately a futile gesture, a helpless display of importent rage at what they knew their fate would be.

[Twister]

Most of the kicks went wild...the hoods the women wore blinded them in their aiming...but the black woman had landed a nasty blow with her hiking boot to Masters upper leg....causing him to spin away and fall to the ground....
He jumped up quickly and rubbed his leg...."you bitch" he muttered...your going to pay for that..he quicky removed the stun gun from his holster....
firing at sarah he landed a perfect shot to her left breast....he pulled the trigger and 40,000 low amped volts slammed in to the woman...driving her to the ground.....he walked over and with out a word....kicked her in her crotch....it was a nasty blow...ment to hurt....he was angry....and embarressed that the woman had knocked him down...."get this trash inside and get the others off the fucking truck...NOW"... he screamed at his men...
I going to make her beg for my cock....or kill her trying.....masters muttered..

[Stephanie]

Sarah screamed in pain under her hood as the bolts shot into her. The other girls were also quickly brought to heel, calmed down and dragged from the truck. Sarah had to be hauled inside. Gone was their defiance. Heavy breathing could be heard as their recently exerted lungs fought for breath under the heavy cloth hoods. Their hands no longer made fists. Their breasts heaved in and out beneath their scanty clothing. Still, they could hardly be described as broken yet. Merely subdued for the moment.

[Twister]

lining the women up Masters ordered their hoods removed...
Ladies...My name is sergent Masters....I'll will be working with you these next few days....you WILL call me Mr Masters or Sir....any violation of the rules will be punished swiftly and without mercy........he stepped forward and grabbed minerva's blouse....
tearing it off her body....he locked his fingers on her large nipple and cruelly twisted it....the woman screamed in pain....driving her to the ground...
holding her nipple in his fingers he looked at the other women standing there..."any questions"
then he released her....pushing her backwards to land on her aging ass....
Get these women to indoctrination...........

[Stephanie]

Minerva whimpered slightly as her black skirt rode up over mature but still silky thighs. This morning, she'd been hoping to seduce Beatrice with those thighs and her sneakers. Now, she was wishing that this man couldn't see them or her now exposed breasts, held up buoyantly by her push-up bra. If it, too, was removed, they would likely sag. "I didn't break the rules, sir." she protested.

[Twister]

Masters spins around and leans down....grabbing the older lesbiain by the hair...pulling her to her feet......"Well darling, you just did.....smiling at her...he holds her out away from himself....his hand locked into her hair...
what shall your punishment be?...huh?...he turns and addresses the other women standing there.............
Ladies rule number 1...NO TALKING unless spoken to first......understand?
he turned his head and looked into minerva's eyes...he saw the fear...he knew she would be the eaziest to break.....
I think you need to do a act of atonement for breaking rule number 1...
"what do you think?"...he smiled a wicked smile....looking into her eyes...

[Stephanie]

"A gag, maybe?" Minerva suggested nervously.

[Twister]

Master hit her hard in the face...breaking her nose....the blood flying out..
soaking her chest and splattering masters shirt....you cunt....you got blood on my shirt..he hit her again...instantly spliting her lip.......
you have two atonements now cunt...he said to her between gritted teeth...
1. you did not say sir........
2. you got blood on me.....
slaming her backward into the wall...STRIP CUNT!.....was all he said....
there was fire in his eyes....he was going to make this old broad pay..and show the others what would happen if they did'nt follow his orders.....

[Twister]

( do to a error in jugement Twister will no longer be posting to this story...
this will be his final post.......)

Major Howard walked around the corner just as masters hit the woman and screamed at her.....
"Masters...that will be enuff!" Major Howard screamed at masters...
"You are as of now, relived of comand! "
masters did'nt say a word....just turned and walked back into the dim light of the building.........

[gagged_Louise]

As he stepped back, Sergeant Masters knew he had gone for a little too much in trying to break two ladies all to himself while just a subordinate, but he was determined to glean something of what Howard was going to put Minerva through next. "There are a lot of things you don't learn in the code-books" he thought to himself in the dim shade of the curtains.
Minerva knew she had to comply and that waiting too long would just make things worse. She carefully separated her feet a bit, pouched her cheeks a little so she wouldn't look scared, and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. The smooth breeze made her skin feel knotty.

"O'Brannon!", Major Howard called at one of his men, a fair thirty-something guy with a cropped, half-shaved stub of beard. "You saw this owman disobeying the rules. Kindly help her getting her clothes off and show her hwat counts as respect here."
"Yes, Sir!" O'Brannon answered, walking up to Minerva. She had two buttons left, he waited till the blouse was fully open, then took it off her, stepped behind her and wrung her hands to her back. Minerva grunted, but the soldier rapidly tied her wrists hard with a nylon ropeand then lifted his fingers to remove her bra. Minerva's eyes narrowed and half-closed as her breasts went visible to everyone. O'Brannon came round to face her, inserted a ball gag in her mouth and tied it off behind her neck, then he swiped her cheeks twice with the flat side of his right hand.
"You're forty, slut, you should know how to not make other people dirty. Fron now on you don't speak unless you're answering a question from us. Understood, cunt?"

"Not much I could say, is there?" Minerva thought and nodded her head in reply. "Mmmgh! Mmm!"
O'Brannon went on to remove her tight leather skirt and her briefs; as they slid to the ground, everyone's eyes. including Masters, converged at her hips and her opening, still half in shade from her thighs.
"She looks like a fast learner", Howard observed, "O'Brannon, examine if she's healthy."
O'Brannon put one finger inside her and drove it past her clitoris, up and down. "Yes, Sir, she feels healthy and somehow wet allright" he reported. Half-drowned sounds of moaning came from Minerva. Howard stepped over to them.
"You're going to get some good times in an hour, dyke, but first you shall be punished for the immediate transgression."
O'Brannon made a quick salute and untied her hands. Minerva brought them in front without a sound and began rubbing her wrists a bit, but within moments hse was scuffled forward across the dry yard, half clad with grass, and pushed hard in the back so she fell over. "MMMGH!" she cried out as her chin and legs hit the ground. O'Brannon took her wrists and chained them into two low iron posts fixed to stones in the ground, set apart and at sixty degrees angles from her head. "No! NO!!" she mumbled into the gag - she knew what was coming - but her legs were stretched taut behind her and her feet soon chained to the bottom of a railing that happened to be there.

"Miss Walker, you will receive ten lashes for speaking without being asked to do so and for bloodying an officer's shirt", Howard said in a low, measured voice. Everyone's eyes on her, she lay stretched out on the ground. O'Brannon took a knotted whip with metal flanges in his hands.

Thwack!
The first four hit her strong thighs and she didn't know if she was actually bleeding, it just felt so. She bit hard into the leather gag, those bastards ain't gonna make me call out.
Thwack!
"Five" said O'Brannon, having stung her hard across the calves. She wriggled involuntarily from it.
"Six!" The whip hit at the back of her waist, and Minerva felt pain shooting up through her stomach. She pressed her forehead into the ground.
The next three hit her back and shoulders. Howard looked on in delight as the rebel hooker was beaten, but he wanted to hear her cry out: he raised an eyebrow and looked at O'Brannon.
The officer held the knotted whip in for a moment, weighed it in his hands,. The women watched uneasily, while Minerva could see nothing. Then he swung it as if he was fishing, and it smacked down into Minnie's left buttock.
It felt like the impact had found its way through her flesh to the cunt. Minerva felt a ball of air coming up her throat, and then she gasped "Mmrghh!! No!" - pain shot through her, and next Howard, the women and everyone else could see how her neck arched a little and she rubbed her face into the ground, numbed with defeat. She wasn't all crushed, but bound and bleeding, she felt her self-respect had been taken from her.

[gagged_Louise]

Two of the soldiers unchained Minerva and brought her into the back yard, out of sight of the other women.
"Kneel to attention, bitch!" snapped one of the men. Minerva obeyed, her hands again tied at her back.
"You'll learn to know what's your salvation" he said and unzipped his trousers. Without further ceremony, Minnie leaned forward a little and took the head into her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was doing and her lips emerged out of the numbed state they'd been in. She felt his vibrating shaft fill her mouth and her torso swayed from side to side as she tugged at her bound wrists. The kneeling woman curved her lips and brought the cock deeper in. Suddenly the soldier yanked at her nipple. Minnie cried out and kept tightening her pumping on her captor's shaft. "Mmm, ummm..." she went, sweat emerging in her face.

Out in the main yard, it was Dawn's turn. Howard had ordered her to be stripped to her briefs and dark knee hose, and her feet tied with glistening black rope.

"It's a surprise you'd go to a notorious colony like this for your week of vacations", Howard said. "You'd been around there before?"
"Yes, once or twice" Dawn replied.
"What for?"
"It's a nice setting, you can, well, take a walk in the woods, you can go b-bathing in the sea." She cleared her throat. "They're my friends I suppose, I know Sarah from college..."
"Just good friends, slut?" he said, with piercing eyes.
"Just good friends."

[Stephanie]

"You must think I'm pretty dumb." Howard commented. "You're not just a private citizen. The Party might have erased your past involvement with the revolution from the public record but men like me have seen copies. I've seen you brag about eating Miss Tomkin's black twat, Miss Fenn. I've seen you talk about feminism and lesbianism and all sorts of other criminal views. I don't have to listen to lies."

At that, two soldiers picked Dawn up from behind and inserted a ball gag into her mouth as well. Howard quickly gave them more orders. "Take Ms. Fenn and Ms. Butler to their holding cells. Let's let them settle in before we do more work on them. Have Ms. Walker join them as soon as she's done with her work. I want our little Jewish Princess and our Nubian Queen with me awhile longer."

Beatrice, still fully dressed if her scanty outfit could be described that way, and Dawn were marched further into the prison where, instead of cells, they were faced with what seemed to be large bird cages suspended from the ceiling. Both women were unbound before being forced inside their cages as they were. The doors were locked behind them and the women had to sit or kneel to fit. There were three empty cages there for their companions.

[gagged_Louise]

Howard knew that Hannah was no old-school veteran of the revolutionary leadership but had been seen in the company of Beatrice in town a few times recently. They'd been together in bars and shops that they'd visited together with unidentified men, but the SMSIS (Special Masculine Spearhead Intelligence Service) reckoned those men were just for cover; he might have to find them later on and ask them a few questions. As for now, he felt Hannah could still be the lover of Beatrice and he might try to put a rift between them. She was marched into the open, her hands still cuffed on her back and a climbing rope pinning her arms to her body and running just under her breasts. Her powerful arms couldn't help her now - Masters, from his window on things, thought to himself "I'd love to see her flogging Beatrice, once I've broken her" - and her eyes were glowing like tiny black diamonds.

"Well, my dear" Howard began. "You haven't been staying with this little colony for very long, have you? I'm sure it's felt nice to you, digging the weeds in the garden and talking and planning your future. Who told you to come and live with Ms Butler, by the way?"

[Stephanie]

Hannah tugged slightly on her powerful arms, proving to herself that they really were helpless. "No one told me to. I wanted to. I might not be an old leader like the others but I'm a real revolutionary, loyal to the cause unto death. I'll never give in to you." Hannah said defiantly.

Meanwhile, Minerva was giving, wet, inexperienced, sloppy head with her gagging, mature lesbian mouth. She sucked on the cock as it raped her face with a sort of desperation, closing her eyes tightly and hoping that he'll come just to end this.

Sarah, at this moment, was waiting with her hands cuffed, not yet caged but currently inactive. She shifted a little in her scanty clothes.

Beatrice and Dawn shook their cages a little, testing the metal and wiggling around to try and find the closest thing to a comfortable position, without much look. "Could I get something to eat?" Beatrice called out.

[gagged_Louise]

"Well, you mustn't think of us as inhuman brutes" Howard continued, his arms crossed on his chest. "We're trying to help you do something better than forge this useless, destructive life. What are you achieving? Your friend Ms Walker is in the back yard, proving that she's a half-decent little prostitute, and your so-called leader is in cage No.1 waiting to explain herself. Your solitary kind of life just shows a woman gets nowhere without giving her love to a man close to her.
-Or the company of men, if you mind, Major, one of his officers filled in.

_ Ah yes, correct. Our wrens working with the navy will tell you that their love for the whole team encourages them. They're showing what women are made of. But you picked this lonely life, sucking the cuntlips of that Negro fetish over there - he jerked his finger at Sarah. But you'll get a fair chance to get back into the company of the real world, we'll help you, dear. Now answer me, isn't it true that your little cell set up a printing press amd spread these leaflets calling for an insane, lawless rebellion against order to install an order run by the "League of Lesbians" and with an image of the goddess Artemis printed at the low end of the paper.
Howard brought up a four-page leaflet and waved it in front of Hannah's face. She didn't recognize it, but her face, so far, had left Howard clueless..

Minerva's back was stretching and aching as one of the soldiers pushed his cock deep into her mouth and holding a firm hand at the back of her head.. "Nnngh! You're learning something, bitch" he said half to himself, and his member stiffened, hit her palate and sent a wash of his cum down her throat. Minerva wrenched, tugged at her hands and swallowed as the salty taste went up to her nose. The man pulled out, put a ball gag back into her mouth and snapped "Stand UP, whore!"
Minerva peered dimly at him through half-open eyelids, and strained her calves to get herself up into standing.

[gagged_Louise]

Dawn and Beatrice had been brought into their cages in a dusky inner room of the fortress-like prison. There was a row of iron-grilled windows at the top of the side wall, and an open brick stove in a corner. Somewhere on the other side, the women could hear the murmur of talk and some men marching - maybe in the inner court, Beatrice guessed.

"Hey, could I please get something to eat before we get on with interrogating me about...whatever it is?" she again asked a man in a grey police shirt who was passing by.

"You're not entitled to anything, but let's see if there's something left from lunch" he said.
Two minutes later he returned with a wooden plate with some half-peeled off chicken wings and innards and stone cold potatoes and salad sprinkled with blots of mayonnaise. Scraps of potato peel and sticky bones were hanging about everywhere and there was no cutlery, of course - Beatrice hadn't even bothered to ask for a knife. It looked and felt scrappy, but she knew she might jusf as well have been given a bowl of dog food. The policeman also brought a glass of half-sour milk.

Dawn, still silenced by her ball gag, which had been padlocked behind the neck, half crouched in her cage a few yards away.

[Stephanie]

"I'm not a fetish. I'm a woman." Sarah complained, handcuffed a short distance away.

"I've never seen that pamphlet before." Hannah said. "Let me read it."

Minerva finally regained her sneakered feet, grunting sharply into her gag.

Beatrice frowned at the food. "Oh, come on."

((Sorry for the shortness of the response. I couldn't think of much for this juncture. I'm sure I'll have better next time though.))

[gagged_Louise]

When the soldier who had brought the chicken mash dropped by again he saw the rebel spokeswoman had barely touched the plate, and he'd heard her making noises. "You shouldn't even think of your so-called rights" he said, "this isn't a fuckin' vacation resort"
"We want real food, not the contents of your garbage bin, and I demand that you take the ball gag off my friend."
"If I ungag her she'll bark like a dog" he replied. Somebody waved at him and he stepped out of the room for a moment. A minute later he was back. "You can have some fresh milk and some fruit, too. And your slut friend here - we'll ungag her in a minute. Not because she's got any rights, but because Sgt Masters wishes to make a special interrogation of her. It seems the Major is occupied out in the courtyard a while yet"

Dawn moaned and mmph'ed from under her ball gag. "Please, Beatrice" she thought. "Take the deal, I need to be able to talk to you, dearest, and we need to eat. If I can at least speak to you I'll take on this guy Masters."

With Minerva up on her feet again, the soldiers told her to raise her calves up, one at a time, and flex them, to show she was able to walk. She did so and the blood again pumped through, increasing the pain from where she'd been whipped. She exhaled, put the feet back on the ground, and one of the men shackled her ankles, putting a 15-inch steel chain between them. "Alright" he said, "Time to let you meet your friends. Walk, bitch!" he motioned her round the yard.
Minerva hobbled forward on the concrete walk, her hands locked on her back. Down the far side they passed a large wooden barrel of water, and one of the soldiers finally removed her ball gag. "You look like you'd need some water, lady".
He wasn't going to untie her hands, adn Minerva realized she'd have to bow her head down to the surface of the water and drink. Her jaws felt stiff, but she had to get some. She straightened her back and bowed her head down to the edge of the water.

The next moment, she felt the soldier dunking her head underwater, pressing her down hard with both his hands and laughing. Somebody's knee pinned her own thighs to the side of the big vat, and she sensed two thinly rubber-clad fingers feeling at her ass.

[gagged_Louise]

"We wouldn't expect you to come out with your contacts" Howard continued, improvising a bit as he went. "This one was printed by a group in the Northern part of the country, and it contains just a lot of rubbish agitation about some sort of archaic matriarchate, when women were supposed to have ruled the world - mere mythology - and insane orders to come out fighting against male business and the decent cultursal values we live by. I can tell you they'd go down fighting, at the most..."
One of the other men held the first open pages of the pamphlet closer in front of Hannah so she could see it. It was an exultant text about matriarchates, female deities and the submission of women. Was it truly out of the lesbian undergound?
"We caught all of them and they were questioned about this libertine masculinophobia. After a few weeks, most of them were ready to be reformed and were sent to a labour and correction camp in Scotland. I hear they're doing fine and some of them have been released. One or two of the leaders refused to take advice and one particularly stubborn woman was hanged. I remember seeing that on intercom tv, she didn't want to understand so she had to go down at the gallows with her hands tied in front and a crotch rope running from them up to the back of her neck. She was a real jolly sight as she struggled to get free and tugged at her privates! Oh boy...Now, you don't want that to be the destiny of yourself or Ms Butler?" he said and looked with glacial eyes at Hannah.

Sarah, standing in her corner alone with hands cuffed, heard his words and gazed at the Major in disgust.

In the back yard, separated from the front yard by a wall and a sandstone four-step stairway pass without any gate, two of the soldiers were pushing Minerva's head underwater, one of them putting his knee toward her left thigh to stop her resistance and the other, who had grabbed a set of gardening gloves hanging on a stall just beside, probing her asshole open. Minerva's body shook like a wild dog, and Jedburgh, the soldier aiming to rape her ass first, saw that her hands were visibly trying to get past her butt, but they had been tightly bound and she stood no chance of protecting herself that way, getting past the shapely buttocks would have been hard even if the cinching had been less tight. Playfully, he raised his right hand up, stretching it out, and pushed them upwards a little. He pushed her right thigh aside with his own right knee and pushed his hard cock comfortably inside her ass, shoving it past the opening that two hours ago had been shielded by her leather skirt and her panties. Minerva was frantically wringing her hands and stamping into the ground.
"Mmmgh!! Help!" he could faintly hear Minerva growling through her closed lips. He guessed the water would be seeping in through her nostrils a little; the other soldier held her head underwater.
Jedburgh drove into her a few times and then nodded at the other guy. His hold relaxed slightly, though still firm, and Jedburgh, his shaft still half-buried in her, lifted his hand, brought it in the water to Minerva's cheek and helped lift her out of the drink. About forty-five seconds had passed since they pushed her under. She gasped for air, her lungs cried out for fresh air, and water came spewing out of her nose.

[Stephanie]

Hannah continued to glare. Her strong arms were pinned to her sides and behind her back. Her muscled thighs tensed beneath her black shorts. Her voice was still bold. "I'm sure you can torture me into saying anything, into giving anything away, but we'd all know it was just fear and pain. We'd all know it wasn't real." Hannah couldn't yet believe there was anything that could be done to change who she was. Much less did she know the men not only planned to change her but also to, eventually, make her pay anyway.

Sarah scowled at the man. "I know I wasn't talking to myself. I'm a woman, in this as much as her. I'm not just her fetish, you racist pig!" She stamped one of her booted feet with the powerful legs of a former soccer player, ebony flesh ripping over toned, female muscle.


Minerva was in a panic as her virgin ass was taken, blood dripping from the tight opening even as her mature, rounded cheeks clenched wildly in an attempt at defense which only made the whole thing much worse on her. She was held by her soft thighs against the water tank even as her ass and head were manhandled. She spewed water out from both her mouth and nose, gasping wildly. She was wearing only her sneakers. "Time for my cage now?" she asked almost hopefully.

"I'll take it." Beatrice said, lifting the tray from between her toned, athletic thighs, spread in her attempts to fit comfortably into the cage so that her tiny red short shorts rode up and showed panties. She handed it back to the guard, waiting for her real food.

Dawn smiled weakly. "Thank you, Beatrice." She wiped her sweat dampened red hair from her forehead and tried to stretch inside her tiny cage. The ballgag still hung around her neck, ready to be replaced in a second.