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The Trials and Tribulations of Amy Sue and Maxine
By Reddbunnz
Chapter One
“Maxine, you sure look like shit,” my best friend Amy Sue says while staring at my naked body. “You look like something that’s been ridden hard and put away wet.”
“Well, I’ve just fucked the entire football team,” I reply. “So I guess that I have been ridden hard. And, I’m still very wet with all this cum in and on me. But, I’m sure not ready to be put away yet.”
Of course, we’re both stoned and drunk while we’re sitting around the backyard pool at Amy Sue’s parent’s house in the early morning hours after our high school graduation party. Not only that, but we both just finished pulling a train with the entire football team. We’ve both got cum leaking out of our cunts and assholes, as well as dripping from our mouths. But, right now we’re beginning to sober up a bit.
Suddenly reality begins to set in as we wonder what our future will hold. I know that my parents want me to go to the local community college. But, for what? I’ve got no interested in continuing my schooling. In fact, I want out of school permanently. However, they want me to go, and who knows. Maybe I will find someone with a big cock and lots of money there. Yes, I’m what some people call a ‘Gold Digger’. Others just call me a ‘whore’ and a ‘slut’. All three names fit.
“Hey,” Amy Sue says. “Last year my cousin went to New York and is doing quite well as a model. Maybe we should do the same. Hell, we’ve both got hot bodies, and I’ll bet that we can suck and fuck our way into a hot modeling career if we try hard enough.”
“But, my mom and dad want me to go to college,” I reply.
“Fuck that,” Amy Sue says. “And do what? Get your ‘Mrs. Degree’ and become a walking, talking baby factory? Fuck that!”
Well, I’ve got to admit that the idea of going off to New York in search of a modeling career is much more interesting than going to the local community college for the next one or two years. The more Amy Sue tells me about her cousin, the more interested I become. Eventually, I agree and we decide to go to New York together.
Of course, my parents throw a fit when I tell them that I’m not going to school anymore. In fact, both of them tell me that they’re not going to finance my ‘New York vacation’, as my dad calls it. Amy Sue gets a similar reaction from her parents. So, a week later we pack our clothes, and our CDs, into several old suitcases, board a Greyhound bus, and head for a life of fame and fortune in New York City.
However, when we get there we find that every modeling agency in town that we contact already has its stable of established, and proven, models. What’s worse, we are among thousands of beautiful young girls who just graduated from high school that are trying to start a modeling career in The City.
It doesn’t take us long to learn that we need jobs quick since we don’t have much money and living in The City is expensive. Our only options, like most young girls trying to break into either show business or modeling, is to work as a server in some restaurant or bar, or as an office administrative assistant.
We both agree that the first option will subject our feet, and probably our asses, too much abuse. So, we agree to look for work as administrative assistants while we’re waiting for our break into modeling. Eventually we both answer an ad for jobs with a medium-sized Madison Avenue advertising agency.
“Gladys, tell Mr. Adams that there are a couple more applicants out here for the two sexretary openings.”
“Sexretary?” Amy Sue asks. “I don’t think so. We’re not whores. We are only interested in becoming administrative assistants. Nothing more.”
“Listen, you dumb cunt,” she replies. “At this company, all administrative assistants are sluts and whores. Either you put out for the boss or you starve. Make up your mind which you want to do.”
“Janice, you’re wanted in the conference room,” a middle-aged guy who just entered the reception area tells the bitch sitting at the receptionist’s desk.
She quickly grabs her purse, checks her make-up, and re-applies another coat of bright red lipstick before heading down the hall. As she walks away we are able to see that she’s wearing a very short, very tight mini skirt – one that barely covers her ass while she walks. That is, if what she’s doing can be called walking. She sure knows how to shake her booty as she heads down the hall.
“Welcome, to Townsend, Wiggins, Anderson, and Torzinski, Inc. Or, as we’re better known around the industry, T.W.A.T.” the suited man tells us. “My name is Howard Adams, and I will be conducting your interviews. Please follow me.”
Amy Sue and I spend the next 30 minutes answering most of the normal types of questions that we expected during a regular job interview. You know the type: Background, education, family, future goals, etc. Boring stuff. But, that’s when the conversation suddenly turns kinky.
He starts asking us about our sex lives. What we like to do when having sex? How many times we’ve been fucked? Have we ever taken it in the ass? Do we like bondage? Really kinky, personal stuff. Well, we both need the jobs, so we both answer his questions as honestly, and as sexily, as possible.
“OK,” he adds. “Let’s get to the goods. Both of you please take off your blouses and bras and show me your tits.”
I look at Amy Sue, and she looks back at me. Neither of us moves. We are both stunned at his request. I also wonder if his request is legal.
“Com’on bitches,” he adds. “I know you both want this job. Now either you show me your tits or this interview is over and you can leave. There are others outside just waiting for this opportunity. Not only that, but I also will see to it that you’re blacklisted by every agency in this town. So, show me your tits or get the fuck out. ”
I look over at Amy Sue again. Only now she’s unbuttoning her blouse. I realize that I had better follow her lead, and shortly we are both standing there naked from the waist up. He has us turn and do a 360 pirouette so that he can ‘fully appreciate the view’. Fuckin pervert! I find it embarrassing to be standing here like this. But, surprisingly I also find it exciting. I can feel my puss getting wet and my nipples are rock hard.
“Lookin’ good!” he replies. “OK, now drop the skirts and panties. Let’s see what you look like in just your heels and stockings.”
This time we don’t hesitate. Thirty seconds later we’re both standing before Mr. Adams bare-ass naked. Next, he has us turn around so that he can see our asses. Finally while we are facing away from him he has us spread our legs about 3’ apart and then bend over and grab our ankles. We are now giving him a rear view of both of our bottom holes. Once again his only comment is ‘Lookin’ good!’
He then pages Janice to his office. He does not say anything about getting dressed, so we both remain bent over; holding our ankles, while bare-ass naked. However, we are really surprised when Janice enters his office in her birthday suit, too. All she’s wearing is a garter, stockings, and stiletto heels. In addition, her lipstick is smeared, her hair is a mess, and it looks like she has cum stuck on her chin and tits.
“Janice, please take these two sexpots down to see Wiggins and Townsend for final approval,” he tells her. “Tell them that I recommend that we hire these two sluts as our newest sexretaries.”
“Follow me, bitches,” Janice says as she turns and starts to waddle towards the door.
Neither of us knows what to say. When I begin to reach for my clothes, Amy Sue gives me a look and shakes her head to indicate ‘No’ as she begins to follow Janice while still totally naked. I follow Amy Sue’s lead and do the same. Before I know it, we are led into what appears to be a big office. Inside there are two older executives waiting for our arrival. Both have their pants and shorts dropped below their ankles. They both also have cocks that are standing at full mast.
“OK, bitches,” Janice says to the two of us. “Final test. Give them both a BJ. If they approve, you’re hired.”
Again, I look over at Amy Sue. She looks back at me, nods her head affirmatively, and then drops to her knees before crawling over to one of the old guys where she begins to suck his cock. I realize that’s what is expected of us both and I follow her lead. Fifteen minutes later we both have cum on our face and tits when Janice returns with our clothes.
“OK, bitches,” she says. “You’ve been approved. Be here at 8 AM sharp tomorrow morning if you want the job. B-T-W, (By the way) our dress code is no bras, panties, or panty hose. Dresses or blouses must be V-neck and show a lot of cleavage, including the top of your areolas. Skirts or dresses cannot come down any further than 6” below your pussy.”
“Garters, stockings and 6” Fuck Me! stiletto heels must be worn at all time. Bright red lipstick is required at all times, too. First violation of the dress code requires an automatic public spanking. Second violation means your dismissal. If you agree to these terms, be here before 8 AM tomorrow morning.”
Without waiting for an answer, she immediately turns and waddles out of the office. We both turn and look at the two old guys who are now involved in a business discussion. The only reaction we get is when one of them just tells us ‘You’re excused.’ Not knowing what else to do, we both turn, pick up our clothes, and leave the office.
Eventually we find the ladies room so we can get dressed and fix our faces. We are surprised again when we find three other sexretaries in there, totally naked except for their stockings and garters, applying more red lipstick. Evidently all women in the company are nothing but sluts and unofficial whores. Right now I am seriously wondering if I should pack up, go home, and enroll in the community college. Then I realize that will lead to that walking, talking baby factory life that neither of us wants.
After leaving the office, Amy Sue and I find a bar to sit and discuss our options. We also check out the want ads again for both modeling and administrative assistant positions. But, everything we see has the same qualification: ‘Experience Required’. Our only experience is fucking our way through high school. Finally, we come to the realization that we need the jobs at TWAT. We also agree that if we are ‘good girls’, maybe we can fuck our way to the top. So, we agree to take the sexretary jobs.
The next morning we arrive at the office on time, dressed appropriately, and are quickly ushered into the Human Resources Manager’s office. We spend the first hour filling out forms and paperwork. Eventually the HR Manager, a 50 something blonde with big tits and a bubble butt ass, explains that no matter what her position, all women in the company are expected to suck and/or fuck on demand.
The number one job of all women employees of the company is to keep the clients and the male executives sexually satisfied. In fact, she even admits us that she ‘worked’ until after midnight last night ‘keeping two Japanese customers happy’. Then, she also warns us that since we are the youngest, and also the hottest, girls in the office, we will be in high demand.
That, plus the fact that it appears we give the best BJs of any of the office sluts. This alone will make us popular with all of the suits. Later that morning our ‘indoctrination’ includes us bent over one of the tables in the executive lunchroom, naked of course, while every male executive in the office is given a chance to fuck our snatches.
Then, that evening Amy Sue and I are invited to our first ‘after-hours private conference’. Of course, everyone in the ‘private conference’ is naked, and before the night is over all three of my holes has cum dripping out. In fact, we spend most evenings in a ‘private conference’ with either the company prez or one of his top VPs. Of course, our ‘private conferences’ always includes us naked and either on our knees or our backs.
About three months after joining TWAT, we are both asked to attend another ‘after-hours private conference’ in the board room. When we show up, we find the company president and his three top Senior VPs waiting for us. All four are naked, and all four also have rock hard dicks sticking out from their groin. Soon both Amy Sue and I are on our hands and knees with a dick in our cunt and another one in our mouth. That’s when the fireworks start.
“What the fuck is going on here?” a middle-aged woman yells as she forces her way into the conference room. “Who the fuck are these whores, and why are you fucking them instead of me?”
She’s followed into the room by the Office Manager and three other middle-aged women. Everyone in the company knows that the Office Manager is a 60 something old hag that has been passed over for promotion several times. Rumor has it that she used to be the prez’s personal fuckbunny, but she was replaced when she started showing her age. Not only that, but it’s no secret that she dislikes both Amy Sue and me because we get more sex than any other bitch working at the company.
Later I learn that the first woman bursting into the office is the company president’s wife. The other three are the wives of the three Senior VPs. All are mad as hell. After a lot of screaming and yelling, the Office Manager simply tells Amy Sue and me to get our clothes and get out. On our way out the door, all we can hear is more screaming and yelling. I figure that our days at the company are over.
Normally we take the bus to and from work. But, right now we’re both hot, horny, and sexually frustrated. We decide to walk off some of our energy. About two blocks from our apartment, we pass one of the neighborhood bars. It’s one that we’ve never been in before. We decide to stop and get a drink, and to talk about our future employment options.
We pick out a table in the back of the bar to drown our sorrows. Of course, neither of us is old enough to drink legally. But, we aren’t thinking clearly right now. We’re still thinking about what happened at work. We both are sure that we’re going to get fired in the morning. In fact, we’re so concerned about our future at the agency that we fail to notice that all the other patrons in the bar are men. The only other women in the bar are the servers. Not only that, but we also fail to notice that the servers are all topless. Several of them also have cum dried on their faces and tits.
About five minutes after sitting down, and while we’re still talking about the events from the office, one of the topless servers comes over to us and gives us two drinks. All she’s wearing is a very short micro mini skirt that barely cover hers ass. Other than that, all she has on are 6” Fuck Me! stilettos. Her rack is gigantic – and lovely. I want to reach out and suck those beauties.
But, first things first: She explains that both drinks are complementary and are from two guys sitting at the bar. Well, we figure that very soon we are going to be unemployed. So rather than ordering, and paying, for our own drinks, we accept the two freebees. So, we thank her and give her a small tip. About five minutes later she’s back with another set of drinks. From the same two guys. She then bends over and whispers something into Amy Sues ear before leaving.
“Hey, Max,” Amy Sue explains. “She tells me that there’s a tradition in the bar where any gal or group of gals who accept more than two drinks from the same guy or group of guys must pay for the drinks in one of the bathrooms.”
“No shit,” I reply. “How? BJs or with our cunts?”
“She didn’t say,” Amy Sue answers. “But, now that I am looking around, I don’t think that any of these guys will be settling for a BJ.”
As our topless server walks away from our table, she’s really wiggling her ass at us. But, we don’t notice her obvious flirtations. We also don’t pay much attention to what the server has told Amy Sue as we continue talking about what we are going to do for money starting tomorrow. Suddenly, the server comes back over to us with another set of drinks. She then tells us that if we want the drinks, we must pay for them in the bathroom. We look over and see the two guys walking towards the men’s room.
“Go ahead,” the server tells us. “They’re both great fucks. But, right now all they want is a BJ.”
Amy Sue immediately gives me a naughty looking grin. We’re both still very horny. We both think that a load of cum right now might make the night better. So, we thank the server and leave the fresh drinks sitting on our table. The server then tells us to follow her. We are expecting to be taken to the men’s bathroom. To our surprise, the server then takes us to the women’s room. All three of us enter the women’s room together.
“Oh, yes,” the server says after locking the women’s room door. “Another tradition in this bar is that all women entering either of the bathrooms must be naked. Also, if you go into the men’s room, you must fuck whoever is in there at the time. Here, you only have to give them BJs.”
With that, she strips off her mini-skirt. She’s commando underneath, so she’s now totally naked except for her garters, stockings, and stilettos. I look at Amy Sue and she looks at me. We both shrug our shoulders at the same time, figure ‘What the Hell?’, and strip off our work clothes. After all, we were bare-ass naked in front of nine people about 45 minutes ago.
Next, she leads us over to two of the bathroom stalls. Only, instead of a commode, these stalls contain a glory hole. She then tells us to get down on our knees and look through the hole. When we do, we can see our two guys standing there naked. As soon as they see us, they walk forward and stick their rock hard cocks through the glory holes. It doesn’t take us long to get both guys to pop, for both are horny as hell.
Just as we are about to leave, she walks over to us and tells us that now she wants her tip. Neither of us has ever had sex with any strange women before. Yes, we’ve played sex games together, but neither of us has ever licked a stranger’s pussy. By now we’re getting drunk enough to do anything, so we take turns eating her pussy.
After she cums, all three of us turn to find our clothes so that we can get dressed and go back out into the bar. But, before Amy Sue and I can pick up our clothes, the server collects our blouses and bras.
“You’ll get these back when you’re ready to leave,” the server explains. “Another tradition in this bar is that any bitch who has visited the glory holes must remain topless for the rest of the night. In addition, you’re next set of drinks will cost you a pussy fuck, and the round after that will cost you an ass fuck.”
“Fuck that,” Amy Sue replies as she’s tosses the server her skirt and panties. “In that case, I might as well stay naked, for I plan to get drunk tonight.”
Her comment takes me by surprise, but I decide that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. I immediately toss my skirt and panties to the server, too, and follow Amy Sue back out into the club bare-ass naked. When all the males in the club realize that there are two totally naked cunts walking across the club, they immediately let out a cheer.
As I walk, I decide to give them a real show and intentionally begin to wiggle and jiggle both my tits and ass as nastily as possible. I’m ready for some real cock now. Something more than those old suits at the advertising agency.
Well, to make a long story short, we spend about three hours in the bar, but never spend a dime. All of our food and drinks are free. Well, almost free. We also ingest about a gallon of man juice through all three of our holes. We even make a couple of trips to the men’s room. We also ‘tip’ all of the topless servers on duty. Not only that, but when we leave we’re almost too drunk to walk home.
Chapter Two
A short while later, while we’re waiting for the elevator back in our apartment building, we run into one of our neighbors who we know is both a lesbian and a lawyer. We tell her about our evening, and she says that someone should have warned us about that bar. We don’t tell her that we are planning to go back tomorrow night. After all, we both expect that by tomorrow night we will both be unemployed, and using our cunts to get food and drinks is better than starving to death.
But, we do tell her that we expect to get fired in the morning. She tells us that sex and gender equality discrimination is her legal specialty. She normally represents LGBTs (Lesbians/Gays/Bisexuals/Transgenders), but occasionally works for straights, too. She then suggests that maybe she should go to work with us tomorrow morning as our legal counsel.
We both think that’s a great idea, but neither of us can afford a lawyer. We are only making minimum wage at the agency. The only real benefit we receive from either the agency or its officers is an occasional fancy dinner in exchange for a fuck. We now realize that we’ve been played like a banjo. But, it was fun while it lasted.
Then, she tells us her fee: She says that she’ll represent us ‘pro bono’ if we come back to her place tonight and double team her pussy and asshole. She wants us to be her naked sex slaves for the night. Hell, we were doing more than that at work with four guys earlier tonight when their wives caught us. Well, we both know that we are nothing more than whores anyway since we’ve been unofficially fucking for money ever since we arrived in New York.
So, as we’re riding up in the elevator, we agree to do our first all-girl ménage-a-trios in exchange for free legal advice. As soon as we enter her apartment, she tells us to strip totally naked and leave all our clothes next to the door. She then tells us that once we’re naked we’re to make us all a drink while she ‘gets more comfortable’. When she returns, she’s also totally naked. Well, maybe not totally. She’s wearing a 10” strap-on dong. She’s also carrying two sets of handcuffs.
I’m still not sure if we went there because we wanted her legal help, if we were too drunk to know any better, or if we just enjoyed licking the topless gal’s cunts in the bar and wanted more. Well, all I can say is that when we leave her apartment the next morning, we’re both thinking that if she’s as good a lawyer as she is a lezzie domme, our jobs will be saved.
As we expect, as soon as we get to work the next morning, we are called into a conference with the Office Manager and the head of HR. We ask or lezzie lawyer to wait out in the reception area while we meet with them privately. Obviously, our suspicions are right: We are about to be fired for fuckin’ the bosses. We are politely asked to resign ‘for the good of the company’.
“Good of the company?” I reply. “Don’t you mean ‘for the good of the suits that have been fuckin’ us both since the day we were hired?”
“Besides,” Amy Sue adds. “It appears to me that your both just jealous and can’t stand the competition. Not only that, but I think you’re both lezzies at heart. After all, we’ve never seen either of you getting fucked by any of the bosses.”
“Tell you what,” I reply. “We’ll both eat your pussies every day for a month if you let us keep our jobs.”
Well, it appears that we’ve managed to really piss off the Office Manager. Her face is now bright red. The conversation goes downhill from there. We realize that no matter what we say or do, we’re going to be fired. So, we introduce them to our lezzie lawyer. Boy, are they pissed when we tell them that if the company wants us to leave quietly, they must negotiate an exit package with her.
Next, the Office Manager and the HR Manager ask us to wait while they confer with the company’s prez. Shortly afterwards, they return with the prez and the company’s in-house lawyer. It now appears that this is not going to be a pleasant negotiation. But, what the fuck? We’ve been giving this bastard free fucks and BJs for over three months. It’s time for him to pay up, too.
Before the day is over, we agree to voluntarily leave the company, keep everything we know about it or any of its employees or officers confidential, and also enter into a two-year non-competitive employment and full confidentiality agreement. In exchange, the company agrees to give us both a severance package that not only includes full salary plus benefits for two full years valued at $75K/year, it also includes an additional $150K each in hush money. Simply put, we agree to get out of the industry and keep our mouths shut about fucking the bosses in exchange for money. I guess that legally we just became fuckin’ pros.
Our lezzie lawyer also gets them to agree to allow us to formally file a sex discrimination lawsuit against the firm, and then officially accept a ‘plea bargain’ agreement that seals all public records and places a gag order on everyone involved. This, in effect, allows the agreement to officially be classified as a judicial award – not income – and therefore it is tax free money.
By the end of the day we both are without a job, but each of us now has about $300K additional in the bank. Who says that fuckin’ and suckin’ don’t pay? After the meeting ends, we all go out to a local bar to celebrate. Neither Amy Sue nor I know that it’s a lezzie bar. But, we’re so happy that we don’t care that there aren’t any guys there.
“Greetings, fellow muff divers,” our lezzie lawyer announces as we enter the bar. “I would like to introduce our two newest converts to the lifestyle: Amy Sue and Maxine. Today these two bitches offered to eat pussy every day for a month in order to keep their jobs. Anyone interested in taking them up on that offer?”
“Can we suck on their tits, too?” one of the patrons yells.
“Hell, Yes!” Amy Sue shouts back while removing her blouse and bra. “Come and get these puppies.”
Well, Amy Sue’s comment takes me by surprise. But, we’re both still on an emotional high. After all, we just fought ‘The Man’, and, unlike the song, we won. In addition, I quickly see that I’m seriously outnumbered. So, ‘when in Rome….’ So, I strip off my blouse and bra, too. Before the night’s over, both Max and I get really drunk and end up suckin’ and fuckin’ most of the dykes in the place.
We even end up working for tips as totally naked servers. Sometimes our tips are a free pussy licking. Other times we’re bent over the table and fucked by a chick with a dick (strap-on). When we leave the lezzie bar we’re both very drunk and feeling no pain after spending most of the day and night fucking and sucking a bunch of dykes.
When we return to our apartment building we don’t go to our place. We end up at our lezzie lawyer’s apartment, naked and in cuffs. Actually, I am learning that I not only like eating pussy, but I think that I’m a bit of a submissive. Amy Sue also appears to like serving others, too. For the second night in a row, we learn that we both love to eat strange pussy. Or, get ours eaten by another gal.
Later we both admit that women do eat pussy better than men. But, we also admit that there’s nothin’ better than a good fuckin’. And, that takes a guy with a rock hard cock. While discussing our future, Amy Sue comes up with another real brainstorm.
“Hey, Max,” she says. “Remember that first night at the bar down the street. You know, were we had to fuck and suck for our food and drinks the night before we got fired by TWAT. Well, since knowing how to use our T&A got us this far, why don’t we use our bodies to tour the country? Only we won’t charge for pussy. Just ask the guys to give us free food, drinks, and a place to spend the night. Officially we won’t be whores. Just ‘Gold Diggin’ Sluts’. Hell, this country is filled with those bitches.”
“We can go from city to city, night club to night club, and each night have a one-night stand with a different sugar daddy,” she explains. “I figure that there’s a bunch of horny guys out there willing to supply us with plenty of drinks, food, and a place to spend the night in return for a hot piece of ass or two. All we have to do is continue doing what we do best – fucking and sucking.”
“Yeah,” I add. “It doesn’t look like we’re going to make it as models. Even in high school our only real skills were located on our chest and between our legs. Let’s fuckin’ do it!”
So, we make a minor investment in a three year-old Camaro convertible. Other than that, we spend some of our new found wealth on hot, sexy, revealing party dresses, micro G-string bikinis, and Fuck Me! Stilettos. No bras or panties. We plan to wear the micro G-string bikinis during the day, and change into the party dresses for clubbing. We figure that between the two, we won’t need any undies. If worse comes to worse, we’ll just flash our tits or pussies for food.
Everything works according to our plan. We spend between 3-5 days each in Philly, Pittsburgh, and Cleveland. We don’t spend any money on drinks, meals, or motels the entire time. We learn quickly how to spot the reverse Cougar bars, where all the sugar daddies looking for a young piece of ass like to party. We even con them into theatre and ball game tickets. All we have to do is put out at the end of the evening.
By the time we reach Chicago, our plan is working to perfection. We stay in ChiTown at least two weeks and are never with the same guys two nights in a row. Some nights we party together. Other nights we party separately. But, party we do. Sometimes I wonder how we keep from getting pregnant we’re sucking and fucking so much.
Even on the days where one of us in on the rag, we somehow manage to find a guy or two who wants a red shower. I used to think that we are kinky. But some of the guys we meet put us to shame. One guy even asks me to sit on his face when my period is flowing heavy. I paint him red while he’s eating my cunt. He loves every second of it. Fuckin’ pervert!
Well, after fucking our way around ChiTown, we head west and do the same for a couple of days in the Twin Cities. So far the only money that we have spent since leaving the city is for gas. All of our meals, drinks, and rooms are provided for us. Our motto has become ‘Fuckin’ Our Way Across the USA’.
Eventually we decide it’s time to give our pusses a short break and head west for Seattle. Of course, that means several days of driving through the northern plains states and a lot of ‘God’s Country’. You know, land that is so bad that only God would want it. Most of it was given to the Native Americans years ago. It’s all land that no white man wanted. Well, until gold was discovered in ‘them thar hills’.
Then it happens on the morning of the second day after we leave the Twin Cities. I’m not sure which state we are in, but I do remember that fateful day very well. The weather is perfect. It’s warm, but not too hot. We don’t see a cloud in the sky. There’s also a slight breeze keeping us cool.
We’re cruising along with the convertible’s top down when Amy Sue says that the sun is really feeling good on her skin. Since we are in the middle of nowhere, she decides to go ‘au natural’ and get an ‘all over tan’. That sounds good to me, so we stop the car, strip out of our string bikinis, place them in the trunk of the car, and get back in wearing nothing but our stilettos and two big smiles.
About 10 miles later, while riding totally naked in an open air convertible, we pass a sign telling us that we’re entering sovereign Native American land. Or, as they more commonly call – ‘the res’. About 25 miles after entering ‘the res’ we pass another sign telling us that we are entering Lesbonia, a sovereign nation of Lesbian Americans.
We’ve never heard of such a place, so we just ignore the sign and continue driving. Later we discover that the northern plains states are loaded with a lot of similar little, but very active and independent, unique communities. Each and every one of them has declared its independence from the U.S. and is willing to fight to keep everything that way. The state governments just look the other way and don’t want to pick a fight that will put them on the national news.
Well, one of the signs that we miss warns all visitors that in Lesbonia all women are required to be topless. But, all free women must also be clothed below the waist. It’s against the law in Lesbonia for any free woman to expose her pussy in public. Of course, we’re totally naked – bare pussies and all. So, we actually begin breaking the law the moment we drive onto their land.
We’re not more than five miles into Lesbonia when suddenly we see a patrol car come speeding by with its lights flashing. The patrol car immediately cuts us off and forces us to stop on the side of the road. Both officers are women, naturally. But, what surprises us is their uniform. They’re both totally topless – and well endowed, I might add. One looks like she’s got a set of 34Cs, and the other one appears to be a 36D. Ours are bigger, but theirs are very impressive, too.
However, they are not bottomless. Both are wearing a set of very tight skorts which highlight their lovely asses. We both are getting horny just staring at their T&A. Both also have a traditional police belt, complete with handgun, cuffs, mace, stun gun, Billy club, and the like. However, what really surprises us is another unique ‘weapon’ that they have sticking out from that belt – a 9” strap-on dildo. That’s right – both are packing in more than one way.
Although purely female, they’re definitely not twins. The larger of the two appears to be a butch dyke, while her partner appears to be a lipstick lesbian. But, neither of the officers looks or sounds friendly. They immediately signal for us to get out of the car, which we do. Immediately we are ordered to assume the infamous body search position over the trunk of our little car. Amy Sue is on the left side leaning over the trunk while I lean over from the right.
We both are bent at the waist and have our tits and hands pressing down on the hot metal on top of the trunk itself. We also have our legs spread wide open. Then, in plain sight of anyone who drives by, they conduct a full body cavity search and end up fingering all three of our holes and playing with our tits.
“They must be escaped slaves,” the butch officer comments. “No respectable Lesbonian would ever be caught baring her pussy in public. Therefore, they must be fugitive slaves and must be arrested and taken in for additional punishment.”
“If you’re right,” her lipstick lezzie partner asks. “Why aren’t they branded as slaves? There’s no ‘S’ branding above their pussies. They could be from one of the other communes who just wandered onto our land. Besides, their car is registered in New York. How could they be escaped slaves?”
“Remember,” the butch cop reminds her partner. “Any female caught baring her puss in public is in violation of Lesbonian law and must be arrested. In addition, our jobs are not to second guess the Judge. Therefore we must assume that they’re escaped slaves. Either way, we need to arrest them both and let the Judge decide their fate. Also, since they are, or soon will be, slaves, we have the right to bone them right here.”
With that, we are both made to turn around, get on our knees, and suck their strap-ons until each is nice and juicy. After about five minutes of strap-on cocksucking, we are both bent back over the trunk of our car and get both our pussies and assholes fucked by the two dyke cops and their 9” strap-ons. They even take turns with us both. We get it rough from the butch dyke and gentle from the lipstick lezzie. But, both are very enjoyable.
“To be honest,” Amy Sue admits when they’re done fucking us. “I think that we enjoyed getting fucked by you two as much as when we are fucking guys. If all lezzies could fuck with a strap-on as good as you two dykes, we would willingly become a full-time carpet muncher. You both had us begging for more.”
Well, I don’t say anything, for I know that Amy Sue’s just fucking with their minds hoping that they will let us go. After all, we both know that we aren’t about to give up fucking guys anytime soon. A fake dick is better than nothing. But, it’s not better than the real thing. But, her efforts are in vain. For, we are about to begin the next chapter in our lives – as Lesbonian sex slaves.
Chapter Three
Just as the two dyke cops finish banging our boxes, along comes this big flat-bed semi-truck. On the flat-bed trailer is a long beam mounted about 8’ into the air and running from one end of the truck bed to another. Hanging from the beam are about 25 sets of handcuffs. All but two of those sets of cuffs is holding a totally naked, stiletto heeled female prisoners.
As the truck comes to a stop, I am able to get a closer look at several of their pussies. Each one has the letter ‘S’ branded directly above her twat. Later I learn that each of these naked beauties is a Lesbonian slave, and all are returning back to the slave compound after spending a night of fucking and sucking at a lezzie whorehouse down near the freeway.
Next, we are ordered to get up on the slave wagon, as she calls it, and are quickly locked into the two open sets of cuffs.
“We’ll see you two bitches in town,” the butch cop yells to us as the truck begins to pull away.
We struggle to keep our balance as the truck bounces along the road. We also begin to talk with two of the slaves that are cuffed right beside us. I learn that the one standing right beside me was arrested six months ago and charged with fucking a man. She was sentenced to 10 years as a slave.
When I tell her that we were arrested for baring our pussies in public, she says that’s an automatic two years minimum as a slave. However, she also tells us that if we are convicted as escaped slaves, we probably will get the maximum: 100 lashes, 30 days on ‘the cross’, and then life as a sex slave.
“I hope you like eating pussy and assholes,” she adds. “Because you’re going to do a lot of both for the next two years – and probably a lot more.”
When we ask her what she means by ‘the cross’, she just smiles and sarcastically says “You’ll see. It’s a whole lotta fun!”
As we pull into the main town, I look over to the city center and see what appears to be the judicial center. There I see what appears to be a Judge sitting behind a courtroom style judicial bench, a slave standing in front of the Judge and probably awaiting a ruling, and a small audience viewing area.
On the left of the Judge’s area is another long beam mounted about 10’ above the ground. There are about 24 naked girls with their arms pulled tightly up and over their heads cuffed to chains hanging down from the beam. Some of those girls look to be very young – maybe 12 or 14.
On the right of the Judge’s area is a large frame with cuffs dangling from the top two corners. Obviously, this is a whipping frame. But, the most startling sight is there are at least 24 crosses behind the whipping frame – many with girls hanging from the cross’ horizontal beams. Now I know what the other slave meant when she said something about 30 days on ‘the cross’.
The slave wagon stops just long enough for them to remove us. After we are cuffed to the beam to the left of the makeshift courtroom, one of our two arresting dyke cops comes over to what appears to be either a bailiff or jailer and tells her that we are captured escaped slaves. Then our dyke jailer comments that she better get two more crosses ready.
Just as the jailer finishes teasing us about needing two more crosses, we hear the girl standing in front of the lezzie Judge scream.
“No, you can’t do that!” the girl yells. “I’m not an escaped slave!”
BAMM!
“For that you just earned a double maximum penalty,” the Judge screams back after banging her gavel on the bench. “I hereby sentence you to 200 lashes, 60 days on the cross, after which you will spend the rest of your natural life as a lesbian sex slave. Take this bitch away and whip her good.”
BAMM!
Just as I am about to look at Amy Sue and tell her to keep her mouth shut no matter what happens when we get in front of that Judge, I feel a cock probing my asshole. I turn my head and see that Amy Sue is getting the same treatment. Our dyke cops are back with their strap-ons.
“Open wide, cunts,” the one dyke cop says to Amy Sue. “You’re fuckin slaves now. Lesbonian law allows any free woman to fuck any slave at any time, any place, and any where she wants. We want to fuck your asses right now before you get branded as slaves.”
“That’s right,” the second dyke cop says into my ear. “You’re scheduled to get the ‘S’ branded onto your cunts very soon. Then, once you go before the Judge, she will think that you’re both escaped slaves. After all, we cops are never wrong. I hope you enjoy hanging from the cross for 30 days. But, after all, we both know how much you love being naked in public. Now you can do that for the rest of your life.”
Just as she sadistically makes that statement, she equally sadistically plunges her strap-on dong into my asshole. I hear Amy Sue grunt, too; she is getting the same treatment. We have no choice but to stand there and bear it. We still have our hands cuffed over our heads and are totally defenseless. I also look down the line and see quite a few of the slaves similarly cuffed also getting fucked by Lesbonians with strap-on dongs.
Just as the two dyke cops are getting themselves off, I hear a rattling wagon pull up beside the line of us waiting for our chance to go before the Judge. The wagon is pulled by two naked slaves while a third naked slave is walking alongside. I look at the wagon and see that it contains a portable oven, and there are about six long rods stuck into the red-hot coals located in the middle of the oven. No doubt in my mind that this wagon is for branding slaves.
“OK, disobedient Lesbonians and visitors to Lesbonia,” the naked slave attending the wagon’s oven says. “It’s time for your slavery marking. Don’t give me no shit, and there will be none in return.”
“Also,” one of the dyke cops says. “Giving her shit is a punishable offense. The penalty is mandatory: 25 lashes, 7 days on the cross, and 2 years of slavery. There will be no trial. All that’s needed is for two police officers to witness the event. Plus, that penalty is in addition to whatever penalty the Judge gives you for your crimes against Lesbonia.”
The naked slave attending the oven quickly pulls out the first rod from the fire. On its end is a three inch tall letter ‘S’. It matches all the ‘S’ brands on all of the marked slaves. The end of the rod bearing the ‘S’ is red hot. I know the second it touches me my skin will fry. But, that’s the purpose of branding. A brand is supposed to be a permanent body marking that will not wash or wear off.
“OK, slut,” the slave with the branding iron says to me. “Spread your legs as wide as you can. I want to see your pretty little clit smiling back at me. Failure to do so will earn you the penalty the two police officers just described.”
I am scared shitless. But, I also am afraid of what will happen if I fight, so I open my legs as wide as my cuffed arms permit.
“Bare pussy,” the slave with the branding iron says. “Good. Less mess that way.”
She then steps forward, grabs a hold my pussy, sticks a finger into my slit, and pulls my twat upwards just a bit, giving her a better angle for the red-hot branding iron.
SSSSSSSTTTTTT!!!!!
“Oh, my fuckin shit!” I scream. “What the fuck have you done to my pussy?”
I am crying now. It’s the worst pain that I have ever felt, and I consider myself a pain slut.
“Fuck you, you no good fuckin’ whore!” I scream at her. “I will get you for this!”
“Mistress, this whore just threatened me,” the slave with the branding iron says to one of the dyke cops.
Both dyke cops agree that I have just threatened bodily harm to another Lesbonian. Therefore, they also declare that I am in violation of a law that requires immediate and mandatory punishment without appeal.
“OK, take her to the whipping post, give her 25, and then put her on a cross for seven days,” the dyke cop says. “After that, schedule her for the Judge. Also, please make a note in her file that 2 years are to be added to whatever penalty the Judge orders.”
As they are leading me away towards the whipping frame, I hear the hot iron burning flesh again. Then, I hear Amy Sue screaming profanities, and eventually she repeats my threat to the branding iron slave.
“I’ll get you for this, you fuckin’ whore!” she screams at the top of her lungs.
“Same as her friend,” the butch dyke cop says. “25 lashes, 7 days on a cross, and at least 2 years in slavery.”
When I get to the little stage containing the whipping post, the slave who had been sentenced to 200 lashes earlier is still getting her whipping. The slave doing the whipping turns to the butch cop escorting me and says that she will be the last one for the day. But, that I will be first one whipped in the morning. The guard agrees and then takes me over to crucifixion area.
“Since these sluts haven’t been whipped yet, tie them in the ass fucking position,” the butch cop tells the slave tending the crucifixion area.
I see two crosses lying on the ground. I am told to lay face and cunt down on one of the crosses. My arms are quickly, but securely, tied to the horizontal arms of the cross.
Then they have me pull my feet up so that my ass is pointed up and out slightly and then very securely tie my ankles to the cross. I try to wiggle free, but all three knots are very tight. The slave doing the tying really knows what she’s doing. A few minutes later Amy Sue is tied to the other formerly empty cross in a similar fashion, and then we both are lifted upright and our crosses are planted into adjoining stands. There are at least 12 of us slaves hanging from crosses, but only Amy Sue and I are hanging with our asses pointing out.
“Fresh meat!” the attending slave yells.
Shortly afterwards, I begin to see a bunch of Lesbonian free women coming towards us; all are sporting strap-on dongs. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that we are about to get our asses fucked – again, and again, and again.
“W-T-F (What the Fuck) are we gonna do?” I ask Amy Sue when I realize that we’re about to get ass fucked by a bunch of horny lezzies.
Suddenly, we hear two police cars pull up. We look and see four Native American guys get out of the cars. That’s when I notice that the cars are labeled ‘Tribal Police’. These aren’t Lesbonians. They’re Native American cops. We’d forgotten that Lesbonia is officially on Native American reservation land. The Lesbonians are only renting the land, and we’re about to find out that there are certain conditions that must be met for them to continue.
“Who’s in charge, here?” one of the Native American cops asks.
“I am,” the dyke behind the Judge’s bench says. “I’m Judge Jeanie Bean, and this Courtroom you are invading is mine. What gives you the right to invade my Courtroom?”
“Well, Dyke Jeanie,” he replies. “We found a car abandoned near the entrance to your property limits. The car has New York State plates, so we don’t believe that it’s owned by one of your cunt lickin’ sisters. Therefore, we want to investigate and see if there are any strangers that your cops have kidnapped and forced into slavery.”
Suddenly, the big dyke cop who arrested us earlier steps forward. She’s almost as big as the biggest Tribal policeman.
“Listen, big boy,” she shouts at the cop. “You don’t have any legal right on this land any more. This is sovereign Lesbonian land. Now, get your fucking cocks off our property and go blow each other somewhere else.”
“Officer,” Judge Jeanie yells. “Back off. This is a legal matter. If not, you may be joining some of your friends on the cross soon.”
The dyke cop quickly steps away from the Native American cops.
“Captain of the guards,” Judge Jeanie yells. “Front and center.”
After the dyke who appears to be the head Lesbonian cop steps forward, the Judge asks her if any foreigners were arrested today. She tells her yes, and points over to us hanging on the cross. The lead Lesbonian cop then tells the Judge that we were arrested for being totally naked and baring our pussies in public. We are on the cross because we were disrespectful when branded.
The Judge then begins ranting about why we were branded before we were brought in front of her Court.
“Those bitches are not slaves until I say that they’re slaves,” she screams at the chief cop. “Now, who put them on the crosses?”
The Captain of the Guards points over to the two Lesbonian cops who arrested us.
“OK, here’s what we’re gonna do,” the Judge says. “Take the two foreigners off their crosses, and bring them to me. Put those two cops who had these two branded illegally on the crosses, and leave them there for one week.”
“Fuck you!” our dyke cop says. “You can’t do that!”
BANG!
“OK, have it your way,” the Judge replies. “I hereby sentence you to 100 lashes, 30 days on the ‘cross’, and then a lifetime as a Lesbonian sex slave. Now, care to try for 200 and 60?”
The dyke cop realizes that she’s in real trouble now, and shuts her mouth. The other Lesbonian cops come over and strip her of her skort and gun belt, and then escort her towards the crosses. Her femme friend is getting a similar escort directly right behind.
After we are released, we are taken to stand in front of the Judge. She then asks us for our version of the story. We tell her that since the weather was so warm today, we decided to sunbathe naked while driving to Seattle. We did not see the signs telling us that baring our pussies is illegal in Lesbonia, and we did not know anything about how most Lesbonians with naked pussies are considered escaped slaves.
“We are not, and do not want, to become dyke slaves,” Amy Sue tells her.
“Well, you are in violation of both Tribal and Lesbonian law,” the Judge says. “I cannot ignore the law.”
“Pardon me,” one of the Tribal cops says. “I believe that because they first broke Tribal law, this falls in Tribal jurisdiction. Therefore, we are taking control of the prisoners and are moving their trial to Tribal Court.”
“Also, the actions of your officers are in violation of the Tribal-Lesbonian Land Lease Agreement. So, any further complications and the Lesbonian Lease could become null and void,” he adds.
“Bailiff,” the Judge says. “Release these two prisoners into the custody of the Tribal Police. However, please notify the Tribal Court that there is an outstanding warrant for both, so we expect their return once the Tribal Court is finished with them.”
“So noted,” one of the Tribal cops says. “However, you and I both know that claim probably will not be honored. But, you still have the right to file it.”
Then, the lead Tribal cop tells his buddies to lock us in the back of separate squad cars, and says that they’re going to recover our car before going back to Tribal Police Headquarters. However, we are not offered any clothing by the Tribal cops. We are quickly cuffed with our wrists behind our backs, have ball gags inserted into our mouths, and then are taken away still totally naked. Plus, the big ‘S’ brand is now, more than ever, apparent just above our pussies.
Next, we are placed in the rear seats of separate squad cars, and eventually are driven away from the Lesbonians. When we arrive at our Camaro, one of the Tribal cops opens the trunk, takes out our Micro G-string bikinis, along with our suitcases, and tosses them a good distance away from the side of the road. Then, he gets into our car and drives away. The two Tribal Police cars follow, leaving our ‘kinis and suitcases trashed along the side of the road in Lesbonia.
Shortly, we cross back over the Lesbonian limits line and are on Tribal Land again. We turn south, and head deep into ‘the res’. Eventually we arrive at a single cabin located in the middle of nowhere. We’re told to get out of the squad cars and then to get down on our knees on the ground. I look at Amy Sue and she looks back at me. We both know that this is not the Tribal Police Headquarters, and we are not about to face a Tribal Judge.
Suddenly an older Native American comes out of the single cabin. He takes one look at us, sees that we’re already naked, and then spots the ‘S’ brand just above our twats.
“Well, it looks like we’ve captured two more escaped Lesbonian slaves,” he says. “Take them down into the caves and lock them up. I will contact the Tribal Council and see what they want us to do with them.”
Suddenly, we are jerked back to our feet and begin marching towards one of the cliffs encircling the area. That’s when we notice an opening at the base of one of the cliffs. It appears to be the entrance to an abandoned mine. However, once we get inside we see that the entire area is nothing but a gigantic underground jail.
It is a huge cave, with jail cells built into the walls encircling a big amphitheater in the center. Hanging from chains in the center of the amphitheater are several female prisoners. Each one is naked, and each one has the letter ‘S’ branded just above the top of her cunt. Each one also has two sets of numbers branded on her tits.
“Are these cunts for branding?” the jailer asks.
“Not yet,” our Tribal cop tells him. “We still need to check with the Chief about what he wants to do with them. However, their cunts are available for anyone needing relief.”
Again, Amy Sue looks at me and I look at her. But, then, we’ve been fucking strangers ever since we left the city. Why would these guys be any different? Hell, they’re probably cleaner than all the guys we’ve been fucking as we travel across the country.
“OK,” the jailer says.
Then, turning to one of his assistants, he tells them to lock us in the floor box stocks. We are taken over to another area, where we see two floor mounted box stocks. They open one side and force us to step inside two semi-circles. Then, they close two other semi-circles around them, locking our ankles in the device.
Next, they force us to bend at the waist and place our wrists in similar, but smaller, circular openings, locking our wrists. We now have both our wrists and ankles locked inside a wooden floor mounted box style stockade, forcing us to stay bent at the waist. This position also exposes all three of our holes for use and abuse. It also exposes both our asses and pussies for spanking and whipping.
Just as the jailer walks away, two of the Tribal cops come over to us and drop their pants. Suddenly, we are both impaled by two big American Indian cocks. It’s been about four days since we’ve had any real cock in our cunts, and it feels so good. Much better than those dykes and their strap-ons.
As they’re pounding away at our pusses, Amy Sue looks over at me and says that it’s been at least three days since she last took any birth control pills. Then she says that she’s right in the middle of her cycle, so she hopes she’s not fertile. I tell her that it usually takes more than a couple of days, but you never know for sure.
As the Tribal cops are finishing in our snatches, I hear the old guy we saw outside tell the jailer to keep us locked up tonight, but the Chief wants us in his Court in the morning.
“He’ll decide then if they’re escaped Lesbonian slaves. If so, he’ll probably have them branded, and then converted into Tribal sex slaves.”
Again, I look at Amy Sue, and she looks back at me. I mouth the words, ‘Tribal sex slaves? W-T-F?’ (What the fuck?) She just shrugs her shoulders, indicating that she doesn’t know any more than me. Our desire to sun bathe naked while driving has become a very expensive pleasure. It’s a decision that could cost us the rest of our lives in slavery.
Chapter Four
Just as we’re wondering about what we’ve heard, the other two Tribal cops come up behind us and drop their pants.
“Boy, I hate sloppy seconds,” one says to the other. “But, fucking this prime white pussy sure beats banging one of our old squaws.”
Just as he says that, I feel another cock plunging into one of my holes. Only, this time the hole is my asshole. God, even that feels better with a real, live cock than with one of those dyke strap-ons. Then, the two other cops – the ones who just finished fucking our pussies – come around and shove their cocks into our faces.
They tell us to give them a good BJ if we don’t want our pussies whipped later. To be honest, it’s been a while since I had my pussy whipped. That might be fun with somebody else. But, we don’t know these bastards, so we better not push them. I can see Amy Sue giving her guy her best, so I decide to do the same with mine.
I must admit that it’s also been a couple of days since I had a real live cock in my mouth, too. Boy, I do like sucking the real thing. It, too, is much better than some dyke’s strap-on. I am in seventh heaven; one cock is pounding my ass while another is pounding my mouth. Now I really want to taste a load of hot cum.
Suddenly, my slut genes kick into high gear. I am now concentrating on giving him the best BJ that I know how while also trying to squeeze the cock in my ass with my sphincters. The harder they thrust, the more I am trying to capture their meat, and therefore their cum. I can feel both rods getting longer and wider as they get closer to blast off. I’m now in cum slut mode, and all I can think about is how good that cum will taste.
Suddenly, I hear a moan beside me. I glance over to Amy Sue and see the guy fucking her face is exploding in her mouth. Shit, the guys in our mouths should not cum before the ones in our asses. After all, they’re on round two. But, I keep forgetting that Amy Sue is a great cocksucker. Maybe she’s better at giving a BJ than an assfuck.
Just then, I feel the guy in my ass grab my hips and plunge his meat deep in my asshole, then hold on for life. Suddenly, I feel his blast rocketing into my bowels. I’ve forgotten how good that feels. Then, seconds later, the guy fucking my face grabs the back of my head. Round two is a go. He coats my throat with his little baby makers. God, it tastes great. Real cock is so much better.
Shortly after the guy in my ass finishes and pulls his now limp dick out, I feel another probing. Only, this one is probing my pussy.
“Amy Sue,” I say. “I think there’s a line of horny cops behind us. We may be here for a while. I think we’re in the middle of a Tribal cop gang bang.”
I am right. Before the night is over, we fuck and suck more than 20 guys each. Some of them do us more than once. But, who’s complaining. We are both horny as Hell for the real thing, and we definitely get the ‘real thing’. After about three hours of fucking and sucking, the jailer finally comes over and releases us from the box stocks. After standing, and while getting my ankles released, I look around the room and still see several naked women hanging by their wrists from the ceiling. Suddenly I am afraid that we will be next.
But, they take us over to the only open cell and lock us inside together. The jailer then tells us that the Chief will determine our fate in the morning. As he’s walking away, he smugly says, “Don’t worry. You’ll be back tomorrow to get your tits branded. Then, you’ll be mine to train as a white sex slave whore.”
As he walks away, Amy Sue begins to cry. She’s scared and her emotions finally get the best of her. I want to cry, too. But, I suddenly feel the need to comfort her. I look at her, and she’s a mess. No wonder, after what we’ve been through the last two days. Now she’s got cum dripping out of both her puss and her ass, as well as splattered all over her face. I lean over and begin to lick the cum from her face. That takes her by surprise.
“W-T-F!” (What the fuck!) she says.
“You’re covered with cum,” I reply. “It’s against one of my personal laws to waste cum.”
She then leans forward again, only this time she licks my face.
“Mine, too,” she replies. “We both need a good tongue bath.”
We probably spend the next hour or so licking every inch of each other’s body. Obviously, she’s not my first. But, if she had been, she would have turned me into a girl lover that night. It is special. That night we get to know each other in ways that will never be repeated. By the time we’re done, both of our faces are clean. As well as our pussies and our asses.
Creampie heaven for two. We end up falling asleep in each other’s arms. The next thing we know is the jailer is banging on our cell door telling us it’s time to get up. He takes us over to a corner of the cave where there is a makeshift shower. He tells us that we have five minutes to get cleaned up. Then, it’s off to see the Chief.
After we’re cleaned up, they lock walking chains between our legs, cuff our wrists behind our backs, and then lock collars with leashes around our necks. Then, we’re pulled back outside and once again placed in the rear seat of two separate Tribal Police squad cars. It takes about 45 minutes to reach the Tribal Headquarters.
Once we arrive at HQ, we’re taken down into a common jail pen. There we are locked up with about 25 other naked white women. We’re the only ones without numbers branded on our tits. We’re both scared to Hell. Some of these whores look dangerous. We don’t want to start anything, so we find a corner and attempt to hide.
“Well,” one of the bigger ones says. “Look at this. Fresh meat. There’ not even numbered yet.”
“Leave them alone,” another one says. “Can’t you see that they’re scared to death? Hell, I was scared to death the first time I was brought into the Whore’s Court. Don’t worry, Honeys, you’ll get used to this life eventually. It won’t be long and you’ll be numbered and working in the same houses as us.”
Finally, Amy Sue gets up the courage and asks what they’re all doing here.
“Well,” one of the whores says. “We’re all Tribal sex slaves. Most of us are escaped Lesbonian slaves who have been converted into Tribal sex slaves and whores. We’re all about to get our pussies whipped for failing to make our ‘fuckin’ quota’ last month. How about you two? I see you’re not numbered yet. Why are you here?”
“We’re here to explain to the Judge that our arrest in Lesbonia was a mistake,” I say.
“Silly bitch,” another of the whores says. “This is Whore’s Court. You’re not brought here to prove your guilt or innocence. You’re brought here to be pussy whipped. They’ve probably already determined that you’re both escaped slaves from Lesbonia. You’ll probably be converted into Tribal sex slaves and whores, just like all of us were, and then pussy whipped.”
Just as she’s finishing scaring the shit out of us, one of the guards comes to the cage door and calls out, “Slave 4618.”
“Shit,” the whore talking with us says.
Then, I look down at her tits and see the numbers ‘46’ branded on her left tit and ‘18’ on her right. Evidently she’s been through the process before, so she quietly walks over to the guard and is taken out of the pen.
“Come over here,” another of the whores says. “Get up on this bench, and you can watch what will happen to all of us before the day is over.”
We follow her over to the far wall, and get up on the bench. We can now see out one of the bar covered windows out onto a wooden punishment platform. There’s a large whipping frame. Just as we begin to focus, we see the guards tell ‘4618’ to lie down on the stage, and then they attach cuffs to her ankles.
She’s then lifted in the air by her ankles, with her legs spread wide. Her pussy is now open and available. Next, her arms are also cuffed and pulled outwards. Soon she’s suspended from the whipping frame in a reverse spread eagle position, with her pussy wide open and available for torment.
“Slave 4618,” one of the guards says. “You failed to make your fuckin’ quota for the second month in a row. Therefore, you will receive 50 lashes – 25 for each month – to be applied directly to your cunt. Let this be a lesson to you. If you fail to meet your quota next month, the punishment will be doubled again. Bailiff, please carry out her punishment.”
Next, we watch a guard step forward with a cat-o-nine-tails
CRACK!
He strikes her directly on her pussy. But, she does not cry out.
CRACK!
“What’s he mean by fuckin’ quota?” I ask.
“Boy, you two are really dumb,” one of the other whores snidely says.
“We all have a quota of how many guys we need to fuck each month,” another one says. “Mine is 250. Based on a 30 day month, that’s over eight guys per day. Freebees don’t count. Only paying customers count. If we miss our quota, then we get a pussy whipping. That’s why we’re all here. All of us will be hanging like 4618 soon and getting our cunts beat. You can’t avoid it. Some months are better than others. But, it happens to all of us.”
“But, why are we here?” I ask. “We’re not slaves.”
“You will be soon,” another says. “They don’t bring innocent girls here. I see that you’ve got an ‘S’ branded above your cunt. That tells us, and them, that you’re an escaped Lesbonian slave. All escaped slaves are converted to Tribal sex slaves. Welcome to our world.”
“Slave 3948,” yelled the guard after opening the jail cell door.
“Well, that’s me,” says the whore who has told us that we’re soon to be sex slaves, too. “I think that I’m scheduled to receive 100, so I will be a while.”
We turn and look back out the cell window and see the guards taking Slave 4618 down, and then hoisting Slave 3948 up in the same inverted, spread-eagle position. Next, we hear the guard announce that Slave 3948 has missed her quota for three months in a row, and will receive 100 lashes directly on her pussy.
And, so the day goes. Eventually Amy Sue and I are the only ones left in the jail cell. The guards finally come and take us. But, we’re not taken out onto the whipping stage, but upstairs into a courtroom. We’re told to get on our knees, keep quiet, and only speak when the Chief asks us direct questions. He also tells us that speaking out of turn is a whipping offense.
When the Chief arrives, the bailiff announces that we were arrested by the Lesbonians and were awaiting trial for baring our cunts (yes, he does use that word) in Lesbonia two days ago. However, upon review of the case, it was also discovered that we were riding totally naked while on Tribal land before crossing over into Lesbonia. To further complicate matters, no clothing was discovered in our car (a total lie).
Next the Chief announces that these offenses are enough to warrant our conversion as Tribal sex slaves and whores. However, we must first be allowed to explain our side of the story. He then tells us that we have one minute to select a spokesperson between us who can tell him why he should not convert us to slaves.
“No need,” Amy Sue says. “I will do the talking for us both.”
I look at Amy Sue. But, knowing that she has the nicest rack of the two of us, and she’s intentionally standing with her tits pushed outwards, I decide to go along with her and nod my head positively to the Chief.
“Well, some of what you say is true,” Amy Sue says.
‘O-M-G!’ (Oh, my God!) is what I am thinking now. ‘What’s this crazy cunt up to?’
“We are driving along in our Camaro convertible en route from the Twin Cities to Seattle,” she explains. “The route does take us across Tribal land and also through Lesbonia. It was such a nice day; sunny, but not too hot. We’re not used to that. We live in New York City, where it’s usually either cloudy and overcast, or sunny and humid.”
“We are really enjoying the weather. That’s when I decided to sunbathe ‘au natural’ as we drive. It’s such a good idea that my friend, Maxine, decided to join me. We are both wearing Micro G-string bikinis, so we stop the car and place our ‘kinis in the trunk of the car.”
“Well, to be honest, we are already naked when we cross into Tribal land, so that part of your report is accurate. We do drive across Tribal land in the nude. For that, I want to apologize to the court. We did not know that it’s against Tribal law to do so. Yes, I know, ignorance of the law is no excuse. So, for that we are guilty as charged. We both wish to formally apologize to all members of the Tribe for that indiscretion.”
“Not only that,” she continues. “But, when we cross over into Lesbonia, we fail to see the sign that requires all women to be naked from the waist up, but clothed below the waist. In short, we do not know that it’s against the law in Lesbonia to have a bare pussy. Well, there is no denying it. Ours are not only bare, but also shaved. Our twats look like a baby’s that day.”
“After driving naked in Lesbonia for about five miles, two butch dyke cops pull us over and charge us with driving totally naked on Lesbonian land. For that, we are also guilty. Again, we missed the sign telling us of their unusual law. But, again, ignorance of the law is no excuse and we are guilty. We also would like to formally apologize to the residents of Lesbonia for violating their law.”
“But, the two dyke cops also accuse us of being escaped Lesbonian slaves. We’ve only been in Lesbonia for about five minutes – 10 max – or so. So we cannot be escaped Lesbonian slaves. Plus, when arrested our suitcases and ‘kinis are locked in the trunk of our car. The dyke cops could have warned us of the laws and then asked us to cover our puss’ up. But, instead, they bend us over the back of our car and rape us in the ass with their strap-on dongs.”
“Next, we’re taken down to Lesbonian headquarters, and while awaiting trial, they brand us with the letter ‘S’ just above our cunts. We haven’t been convicted or sentenced by Judge Jeanie yet when that’s done to us illegally. Then, we’re told that we need to wait for our trial by hanging on one of their punishment crosses. We are punished before we even talk to the Judge.”
“That’s when your Tribal officers show up, talk with Judge Jeanie, and say that the Tribe has jurisdiction in our case. For that, we wish to personally thank you and your Tribal officers for our rescue. We also wish to throw ourselves on the mercy of this court, and will accept any punishment you deem necessary.”
“What about your clothes,” the Chief asks. “What happened to your clothes?”
Now I am waiting to see if Amy Sue will throw the Tribal cop who disposed of our clothes under the bus.
“Well,” she replies. “They were still in the trunk of our car when the Lesbonian cops have us taken away.”
Sly bitch, my friend. She does not lie. She just doesn’t tell them everything that she knows.
“Did the Lesbonian cops destroy your clothes?” the Chief asks.
“You’ll have to ask them that,” Amy Sue replies. “But, I know that our clothes were in the trunk of our car when we were taken away by the Lesbonian cops.”
“OK,” the Chief replies. “I’ve heard enough. It’s apparent that they are guilty of public nudity on Tribal land. Take them down to the punishment stage and prepare them for a good pussy whipping. I want to talk with the four arresting officers privately before considering whether or not to convert them to Tribal sex slaves. I will be down and pronounce my verdict and sentence them in 30 minutes.”
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