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Chapter Five
As we’re led away, I look over to Amy Sue and mime the words, ‘W-T-F? (What the fuck?) What are you doing?’ She mimes back, ‘I got horny watching those others get a pussy whipping this morning. I think I got us a good pussy whipping, but spared us from becoming sex slaves.’
‘I hope you’re right,’ I mime in reply.
When we reach the punishment stage, we’re both told to lay down on the stage opposite each other, with our feet in the center and our heads near the edge of the stage. Then, they cuff our ankles and slowly pull us up into the air. Next, the cuff our wrists and pull our arms outward. We are now positioned back to back, ass to ass, in the same inverted, spread-eagle position as the others who were pussy whipped before us.
As we wait for the Chief to come down and announce his decision, two guards come up and stand before us – one on each side of us. Both are holding what appear to be long cat-o-nine-tails whips. We have been pulled up high enough so that our faces are now even with the crotch areas of both guys.
“Well, bitches,” the guard facing me says as he’s waiting for the Judge. “What do you say we have a little fun while we’re waiting?”
He then takes out his cock and walks forward. I know what he wants, so I open my mouth. I’ve never given a BJ while suspended upside down. But, there’s always a first, so I begin to suck his big cock. I figure if I do a good job, maybe he’ll take it easy on me with the whip. Shortly after beginning my BJ, I hear Amy Sue doing the same to the other guard.
Well, it takes about 15 minutes for the guards to blow their loads down our throats. A few minutes later, the Chief comes down with all four of the Tribal cops that arrested us.
“Ok, everyone,” he begins to announce his decision. “First, I would like to say that one of these bitches is a liar. She insinuated that she does not know what happened to their clothes when they were arrested by our officers yesterday. However, one of our officers has just admitted that he took their clothes out of their car and discarded them in the weeds along the road before driving their car back to our compound.”
“However,” he continues. “I do agree that they are not escaped Lesbonian sex slaves. I also agree that they were violating our decency laws by driving on our land naked. So, here’s my finding: I find each of them guilty of public nudity on Tribal land, and therefore sentence them to 100 lashes each with a cat, to be administered consecutively on their pussies. After their whipping is concluded, they are to remain suspended until sundown tonight as an example for others who wish to violate our lands.”
“Since they are not escaped Lesbonian slaves, I also so order that once they are released at sundown, they are to be returned to their car and escorted off Tribal land. Once they leave, if they are ever found on tribal land again they will become Tribal sex slaves. And, oh, yes, bitches. My advice is to stay off Lesbonian land, too. For, they still have an arrest warrant out for you two. One which we are going to ignore for now. Guards, carry out the sentence.”
CRACK!
‘W-T-F! (What the fuck!)’ I want to scream. That lash first lands on Amy Sue’s puss, but the tip of the whip wraps through our legs and also lands on my cunt. We’re not getting 100 lashes. We’re getting 200. That’s what he meant by ‘administered consecutively’. That sly bastard has done this before!’
CRACK!
The reverse. This lash is aimed at my puss, but it also smacks Amy Sue in hers, too.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Our pussy whipping goes on and on. Our whipping lasts about 45 minutes, and we’re both in tears before it ends.
Although he never says anything about it, I think that all Tribal officers know that any bitch hanging from the whipping post is fair game once the whipping is over. For, while hanging upside down, both Amy Sue and I give at least 25 BJs. It’s too bad our pussies are up so high, for as I am giving one of my BJs, all I can think about is what it would feel like to get fucked in the puss while my puss is raw and red from its whipping. That pain slut gene in me will always be alive and well, I guess.
True to the Chief’s word, at sundown we are released, driven back to our car, and escorted off Tribal land. All while still buck ass naked. They don’t give us any clothes to wear once we leave their land. We know where our suitcases are located, but don’t dare risk going back onto either Tribal or Lesbonian land to get them.
So, we start driving down the road in the middle of nowhere. Whenever we see a truck coming towards us, we simply turn off our lights and pull to the side of the road. Eventually, we pass a farmhouse. Luck is with us. There are clothes hanging on the line, but the house is dark.
So, we park the car down the road a bit, sneak back to the farmhouse, and steal two dresses. We don’t take any undies. Just two dresses that we can wear to keep us legal until we reach the next town and can buy what we want.
It’s probably about midnight when we reach town. But, as luck has it, there’s a cowboy bar still open. We walk by and see that it’s loaded with a bunch of red-necks. But, we need a place to stay, some food, and have no money. Tomorrow we can go to the bank and get some cash, but for now we need help. So, it’s back to our original plan. We go into the bar fully intending to trade sex for food, drink, and a place to spend the night.
When we go into the bar, we stand out like a sore thumb. Two hot broads, dressed in very baggy and unattractive dresses. The first thing we do is go over to the bartender and tell him that we’re hot, horny, and thirsty. When we ask him what we would have to do to get a drink, all he says is “I’m married!” as he turns and walks away. Man, this group is going to be a tough crowd.
“How much for a roll in the hay?”
We turn and see two young cowpokes standing behind us, grinning from ear to ear. They both look like they’re in their early 20s. Each is dressed like he’s just come in from the ranch. Both are wearing rather dirty clothes. Normally, we would not even consider either of these two guys. But, we’re both hungry. We look around the room and see that most of the bar patrons are either very drunk or very dirty. Our choices may not get any better than these two horny bastards.
“We’re not whores, if that’s what you mean,” Amy Sue replies. “But, we are hungry. Can you help us out?”
“Do you ladies need any assistance?”
Again, we turn to the sound of the new strange voice. There we see a middle-aged guy dressed in a western suit. He’s got a lovely lady, a cute, young blond with big tits, draped over his arm. We don’t know what his game is, but our curiosity is taking over.
“Well,” I reply. “We were just explaining to these cowboys that we’re not whores. But, we are fun loving girls who are very hungry. How about you? Are you two a fun loving couple?”
“Listen, bitch,” his girlfriend says. “I don’t know who you two sluts think you are. But, this is a small town and we don’t like strangers. Why don’t you two just move on?”
“Sorry we asked,” Amy Sue says as we turn back to the couple and begin surveying the crowd for a friendlier reception.
“Listen, you bitches,” she says loudly. “Don’t ignore me. I said ‘Why don’t you two just move on’. You’re not welcome in this town.”
“Now, Gertrude,” her male friend replies. “That’s not very sociable of you. These two ladies are just wanting a meal and a good time. Hell, you’re always telling me you’d like to try something new. Let’s see how much fun these two gals can be.”
“What do you have in mind?” Amy Sue asks.
“Barkeep, is the back room empty?” the gent says to the bartender.
The bartender doesn’t reply verbally. He only nods his head in the affirmative.
“OK, then,” the gent says. “How about you bring a couple of your best steaks to the back room. Bring us a bottle of your best whiskey, too.”
Then, he turns to us and says, “Would you two lovely ladies join us for some private refreshments?”
Before I can reply, Amy Sue gets a naughty grin on her face. She’s apparently been evaluating both the gent and his friend, and decides that they’re probably the pick of the bunch and our best bet for getting a free meal and a place to spend the night. Since we don’t have any money, it’s either have some fun with them or go sleep in the car and wait until the bank opens in the morning. She looks at me and I nod my head ‘yes’.
“We’d love to join you two,” Amy Sue replies. “But, we’re not looking for any trouble, so please keep your cowgirl friend under control.”
“We’re not looking for any trouble, either,” the gent replies. “Gertrude, these two ladies are our guests. We need to show them some respect. If you can’t do that, then you need to wait back at my place.”
“Now, if you two ladies will follow me,” he adds. “Let’s go have some fun.”
As soon as we enter the back room, the gent turns to his girlfriend and surprises us both.
“Gertrude, strip and then assume the position,” he orders.
Immediately she takes off her dress, then her bra and panties. A few moments after he give the command, she’s wearing only hells, stockings, and a garter. Then, she quietly drops down to her knees with her head bowed. Obviously she’s either a very submissive girlfriend, or possibly a sex slave. This part of the country seems to be obsessed with sexual slavery.
“Please let me explain,” the gent replies. “My name is Horatio Seeger. In addition to being the mayor of this fine town, I also own the area’s largest cattle ranch as well as most of the businesses in this town. This lovely lady here is not my wife, daughter, or girlfriend. But, she is my constant companion. One who does whatever I ask. Some would call her a sex slave. I just call her my friendly submissive.”
He then walks over to us and gives us another review.
“You two are sure dressed funny,” he comments. “You’re dresses look like something a couple of the older women in this town would wear. Obviously, neither of you are from this town. Normally I would say that you would never be caught dead in these dresses. My guess there’s a story behind them. We can get to that later. If I were to guess, my guess is that at least one of you is a bit submissive, too. Probably both of you. Am I right?”
Before we can answer, the bartender knocks on the door and then enters carrying two steak dinners, a bottle of whiskey, and four glasses. He quietly sets the food and drinks on the table and then leaves without saying a word. My guess is he knows what’s going to happen back here tonight and does not approve. But, for some reason he’s afraid to challenge or say anything about it to Horatio.
“OK, ladies,” Horatio says to Amy Sue and me. “Earlier you asked what you need to do to get a drink and some food. As you can see, I’ve got both. But, I can be a bit of a voyeur. I love looking at the naked female form. These steaks are for you. All you have to do is strip naked and they are yours. Just get naked and dig in.”
“Sounds good to me,” Amy Sue replies as she pulls her dress over her head.
I realize that if I don’t follow her lead I will go hungry. So, a few minutes later we are sitting at the table enjoying two very good steaks. We are washing them down with some rather good whiskey. As we are eating, poor Gertrude is still sitting on her knees with her head bowed down. She hasn’t moved since taking that position shortly after entering the room.
After we finish eating, all three of us start doing whiskey shots. After about 10 minutes of shots, I am beginning to feel woozy. I look over at Amy Sue, and I see that she’s also beginning to totter. Horatio apparently is feeling no pain, too. But, he’s still under control. I figure it’s only a matter of time before I will be bent over the table with his cock buried in my twat.
“Gertrude, go get the cufflinks,” he orders.
Naturally, we are getting too drunk to know – or care – what ‘cufflinks’ are. She quietly leaves and goes back out into the main bar area. We hear a lot of yelling and clapping. She must be taking a lot of abuse as she walks across the barroom naked. But, better her than us is all that I can think. Right now I want to concentrate on Horatio, and, hopefully, what’s lies between his legs.
“OK, bitches,” he says to both of us. “It’s payback time. I want you both to stand next to the table, and then bend forward until your tits are touching the table. It’s time for the fun to begin.”
Of course we both knew that this, or something like it, would be coming. But, we now have full bellies and are ready for some fun. Suddenly we hear the door open, and Gertrude returns. What we don’t see is that she’s carrying three sets of handcuffs. Before we know what has happened, Gertrude helps him pull our wrists behind our backs and then snaps the cuffs onto our wrists. We are now naked and helpless. But, who cares. This guy probably has one Hell of a big cock. Right now I am ready for some cock.
Next, Gertrude turns and places her arms behind her back. He quickly snaps the ‘cufflinks’ over her wrists. Now all three of us are naked, cuffed, and very vulnerable. Then, he tells Gertrude to lead the way and tells us to follow her. Without thinking about what could happen, both Amy Sue and I immediately follow Gertrude – out into the main part of the barroom where all of the cowboys are enjoying themselves.
After we enter the main barroom, Gertrude leads us over to the bar itself. There she simply leans against the bar and pushes her ass back towards the center of the room. We are told to do the same. Of course, we have enough whiskey in our blood and immediately do what we’re told. Well, that and I’m horny as Hell. Right now I want cock, and I don’t care where it comes from.
“OK, boys,” Horatio announces to the crowd. “I promised you all a pussy party tonight. Well, it’s going to be better than I thought. Here you go. Three prime pieces of ass for your taking. Just remember. The trail ride starts at 5:30. Don’t be late or you will be without a job for the rest of the year.”
He then turns and walks out of the bar.
Chapter Six
The next thing I know I feel a cock getting pushed between my legs and into my cunt. Of course, the combination of whiskey and desire has combined to get me wet. It feels like heaven. Much better than those plastic cocks that fucked us in Lesbonia. My only concern is health. None of these guys are using raincoats, and they all look kind of dirty. But, they’re probably no worse than the Tribal cops that fucked us last night.
I look over to my right, and I see that both Amy Sue and Gertrude are getting fucked just like me. I don’t know what time it is, but it sounds like we’ll be bent over this bar with a cock in one of our holes for a while. But, I’m no longer a horny high school girl – even though it’s only been about six months since our graduation. I’m now a horny adult cock and cunt slut who can’t get enough. Bring it on, boys!
While the first guy is fucking my puss, another comes around the bar, drops his drawers, and pulls out his whopper. It’s at least 7”. He doesn’t say anything as he pushes it forward towards my mouth. I also don’t say anything. I just open wide. God, it tastes good. But, it’s not just male pre-cum that I taste. I think that I’m also tasting his girlfriend’s cum juice on his cock. Either way, I love the taste and can’t wait until I get more.
As I am getting face fucked on one end and cunt fucked on the other, I glance to my right again. Ditto. Gertrude and Amy Sue are also getting DPed (double penetrated). God, this is going to be one long and kinky night. These guys are not going to be worth much in the saddle tomorrow if they don’t relax. But, all of them are fucking us like there’s no tomorrow.
About 25 pussy fucks, and about 30 BJs later, I hear the bartender announce that it’s about 5 AM and everybody needs to head back to the ranch. After all, they have a 5:30 roll call. Most of the cowboys moan, but one by one they pull their cocks out of our mouths and pussies, stuff them back into their trousers, and slowly head for the door.
The bartender comes over to us, unlocks Gertrude’s cuffs, and then says that Horatio wants us to come by and see him when the bank opens at 9. He also says that he’s been told to keep us here until then. Gertrude slowly walks back into the bar’s back room where she grabs her dress. But, we are still cuffed. The bartender leads us into the back and tells us to sit at the table again.
After we sit down, with our wrists still cuffed behind our back, he loops a rope around our shoulders and another around our waist – tying us to the chairs. I am now wondering about this guy. But, after tying us up, he says that he’ll be back with some breakfast at about 8 AM. He then leaves us in the room alone. Amy Sue and I look at each other and we begin wondering just what we’ve gotten ourselves into in this small, red-neck town.
As we sit there in bondage, we begin to notice that we’ve both got cum leaking from our cunts. We’ve also got a strong taste of cum still in our mouths from all of the BJs we gave during the night. I don’t know how long we sit there (my guess is about three hours), but eventually the bartender returns with two bacon, eggs, hash browns, wheat toast, and coffee breakfast platters. He immediately unties us, uncuffs our right wrists, and then re-latches our open cuff to our chair back. Then he tells us to go ahead and eat, and Gertrude will be in shortly to help ‘clean us up’.
Sure enough, Gertrude returns shortly after we finish our breakfast. She quickly takes off her clothes again, walks over to Amy Sue, drops to her knees, and then tells her that she’s there for ‘clean-up duty’. She then sticks her head between Amy Sue’s thighs and begins to lick the cum leaking from Amy Sue’s cunt off her puss, thighs, and the chair seat. After licking Amy Sue clean she repeats the chore on me.
Just about the time that Gertrude finishes cleaning my cunt, the bartender returns, unlocks our cuffs completely, and then tells us that Horatio is waiting for us in his office. While we are putting our stolen dresses back on, Gertrude grabs her clothes and leaves. Later the bartender points out the bank’s location about three blocks down the street and tells us that we better get moving. When we arrive, we are quickly escorted back into Horatio’s office.
“Have a seat, sluts,” he says after entering his office. “Now, before you say anything, let me say that I know what that brand above your pussies’ means. Right now there is an APB (All Points Bulletin) from the Captain of the Guard in Lesbonia for your arrest. Now, I know those lezzies are very kinky, and sometimes quite mean. Please explain what happened to you and why you’re now considered escaped Lesbonia sex slaves.”
Once again, Amy Sue takes the lead and explains exactly what happened to us in both Lesbonia and on ‘the res’. She also goes into detail to explain that our purses, IDs, credit cards, and clothes have been trashed and are located somewhere along the main road entering Lesbonia. However, unless we want to become lifetime lezzie sex slaves, we cannot risk going back there to recover any of them. We also tell him that we each have over $250K in a New York bank account and would like to withdraw enough cash to continue our cross country trip.
“Well, first,” he replies. “Let me ask you this: Did you enjoy yourselves last night? You both appear to be fun loving, kinky sluts who are willing to trade sex for a good time. Am I right? Did you enjoy yourselves last night?”
I look at Amy Sue, and she looks back at me. She only nods her head affirmatively.
“Well, to be honest,” I reply. “Yes, we did. Although we enjoy a good cunt from time to time, nothing beats getting fucked by a nice big cock. Or two. Or more.”
“OK,” he replies. “How about this? What if I were to send a team of my people to Lesbonia to recover your clothes? Would you agree to service my guys again tonight? I know you’re not whores. But, I think that you both would like another night of suckin’ and fuckin’ fun.”
“Will you not only return our suitcases, but also our purses, wallets, and all of our credit cards intact and unused?” Amy Sue replies.
“No problem. I have some clout with both the Tribe and the Lesbonians,” he replies. “I’ve done them some political favors in the past. That, plus I know where all the political bones are buried with both of those groups. They know that I can screw them politically in this state any time I want. So, they will do whatever I want whenever I ask.”
Amy Sue looks at me and this time I give her a positive nod.
“OK,” she replies to Horatio. “We’ll do it. But, we must see our suitcases, purses, wallets, and credit cards first. Tell your people that they are not to help themselves to anything. If anything is missing, then the deal is off. In the meantime, we need a small cash advance so that we can book a room at one of the hotels and rest. Last night was fun. But, it also was very tiring. Yesterday was one long day and we need our ‘beauty rest’.
“Deal,” Horatio replies. “Just go down to the hotel and tell Doris that you’re my guests for the day. I own that place, too. I will see you back at the bar about 8 PM tonight. Make sure you’re rested, clean, and ready for some fun. I will have your stuff with me at that time.”
Sure enough. When we get to the hotel, the attendant takes us up to one of the top floors and gives us the bridal suite – complete with a large Jacuzzi tub. We decide that a long soak in hot water is just what we need before taking a day-long nap. By evening we are both rested, clean, and ready to party. About 6 PM there’s a knock on our door and a bellhop enters carrying our suitcases, purses, and the Micro G-string bikinis that we were wearing prior to driving onto ‘the res’ naked two days ago. Everything appears to be there – including our IDs, credit cards, and money. So we have no choice but to honor our part of the bargain.
When we arrive at the bar, I am very surprised to see Horatio standing there with another totally naked woman. But, it’s the identity of the woman that is surprising. It’s Judge Jeanie of Lesbonia. She’s not only naked, but her arms appear to be bound behind her back. Apparently she’s here as a sex slave, too.
“Com’on in, girls,” Horatio says when he sees us enter the bar. “I’m sure you remember Judge Jeanie. She’s here to personally apologize to you two, and to pay a penalty for your treatment while you were visitors to her little community. Com’on in so that Judge Jeanie can personally apologize.”
As we get closer to them, I notice that even though Horatio says that Judge Jeanie is here to apologize, in reality she cannot do that. For, in addition to having her arms bound behind her back, she’s also wearing a ring gag. Talking is impossible for her right now. But, I want to see exactly what she will do, so I follow Amy Sue over to the bitch.
What I really want to do is spit in her face. But, I decide to take the high road and pretend that her presence is not upsetting at all. Amy Sue does the same. When Horatio sees that we aren’t going to react, he suggests that Judge Jeanie has a surprise waiting for us in the back room.
When we follow him and his ‘guest’ into the room, we are surprised to see the two dyke cops that gave us so much trouble suspended from the ceiling – by their tits. Each also has an ‘S’ brand, indicative of sex slave status, just above their snatches.
“I thought you two might like to know that both of these former Lesbonian cops have been found guilty of gross misuse of their police powers, and both have been sentenced by Judge Jeanie to a lifetime as Lesbonian sex slaves. Yes, just what they tried to do to you has been done to them. And, each, along with the Judge herself, will be the featured attractions for my cowboys’ entertainment tonight. In the meantime, I’m starved. Would you ladies like to join me for some dinner?”
He then leads us over to a dining table over in a corner of the room. But, we are surprised to see that there are only three place settings around the table. Like a gentleman, he holds our chairs while we are seated, and then takes his own place between us. Without any instruction, Judge Jeanie immediately drops down onto her knees and then crawls under the table. Although we can’t see what she’s doing, her movements and sounds makes it apparent that she’s sucking Horatio’s cock.
While we are dining, Judge Jeanie alternates between Horatio’s cock and Amy Sue’s and my cunts – bringing us each to several Big O’s. But, she’s not very good at eating pussy, for Amy Sue and I are both a bit unsatisfied when she’s done. Evidently Horatio agrees, for after we finish eating he orders both dyke cops and Judge Jeanie to be taken out into the main barroom where they are to be tied to the bar similar to what was done to us last night. He then invites us both to join him in his penthouse for some private R&R.
We return to the hotel, only now are allowed access to a private elevator. This one is non-stop to his penthouse suite. This suite encompasses the entire floor (our bridal suite only covers one-half of the floor directly below this one). It also has no rooms, and the centerpiece of the entire suits is a huge circular and rotating bed. Upon entering, he asks us both to strip completely, and then join him for some refreshments.
“Gertrude,” he yells. “Three vodka martinis, neat.”
We turn and see Gertrude behind the bar mixing our drinks. However, when she emerges with our libations, what really surprises us is how she is carrying the cocktails. Each cocktail is positioned on a serving tray. But, what’s unusual is that the tray itself is mounted to her body directly under the bottom of her tits. It’s held in place via a belt connected to each side of the tray that locks behind her back. In addition, there is a large clamp located over the top of both of her tits that squeezes her female fun sacks downwards and outwards. In effect, the tit pressure clamp and the belt are the sole support of the serving tray.
However, to make the design even more uncomfortable for the sex slave, there are alligator-clip style clamps attached to each of her nipples. Each nipple clamp is connected to one of the far corners of the tray – thus pulling her tits outward as far as her nipples will stretch. In short, the items on the tray are pulling both of her tits out and down. It’s probably very painful. But, Gertrude does not show any signs of pain – or pleasure – as she delivers our drinks.
“Wadda ya think, sluts,” Horatio asks the two of us. “This is how I’m considering dressing all my waitresses and barmaids from now on. How would you two like to join her as a serving slave down in my bar tonight?”
“I’d rather stay here and serve you,” Amy Sue says with a dirty grin on her face. “How about letting me worship that big cock of yours instead?”
“Well,” Horatio replies. “In case you had not noticed, I’m more of a voyeur than a pussy fucker. I like the way Gertrude is dressed right now, and I’m seriously thinking about doing the same to you both. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t make you both naked cocktail waitresses in the bar just like Gertrude.”
Suddenly Amy Sue gets a naughty grin on her face and lies down on the floor with her head between my legs. I get the message and slowly lower my cunt to her face. Once I’m in position she begins to tongue fuck my cunt. Then, I signal for Horatio to come closer. When he gets within reach, I grab his cock and insert it into my mouth. He’s now standing over us and watching Amy sue eat my pussy while I suck his cock. All I hear from him are groans – of pleasure.
Horatio is pumping away at my mouth. For a voyeur, he’s a pretty good mouth fucker. He keeps plunging away at the back of my throat while Amy Sue is working her tongue deeper and deeper into my cunt. Suddenly she reaches between my legs with both of her hands, pries both sets of cunt lips wide apart, and plunges that talented tongue deep into my puss.
After a thrust or two, she moves her mouth until it’s centered over my clit and begins to suck on my little man in a boat. I’m about to cum. Unless I am missing my guess, which is very unlikely, so is Horatio. He keep plunging that rock hard piece of man meat deeper and deeper into my cock sucker. Suddenly he grabs the back of my neck, plunges his cock as far as it will go into my throat, and begins to paint my tonsils with his baby makers.
That’s also about the same time I reach down, grab Amy Sue’s head, and force it hard against my puss. I’m receiving a horny broad’s biggest delight: Simultaneous orgasms in two of her three holes. It’s too bad no one is fucking my ass, or it would be a perfect trio.
As luck has it, just as Horatio finishes fucking my mouth, the elevator to his penthouse opens and in walks two female cops escorting an older looking lady wearing dresses similar to those that Amy Sue and I have been wearing around town. Immediately after entering the penthouse, the older woman rapidly scurries over to where our, or should I say her, dresses are lying in a heap on the floor.
“Here they are,” one of the cops says to the woman. “Are these the two bitches that stole your dresses?”
“I don’t know who stole the dresses,” the lady replies. “But, when I went to bed last night they were hanging on a clothes line in my back yard. These definitely are my dresses, and somebody stole them from my yard. Arrest these two thieves. I want to see them pilloried and whipped for stealing my dresses.”
Suddenly Horatio walks over to where the lady is holding the dresses. He takes them both from her and begins to inspect them.
“Now, Dorothy,” he replies to the lady. “Are you sure that these are your dresses? I’ve seen this style sold in the General Store for quite some time. How can you be sure that these are your dresses?”
“Look inside the collar,” Dorothy replies. “I mark all of my clothes with my initials on the inside collar. You should see my initials inside of both of them. If so, then these definitely are my dresses.”
Horatio looks inside each before handing each dress over to one of the two attending policewomen.
“Amy Sue,” Horatio asks. “What initials are located on the inside collar of the dress that you were wearing earlier? Maxine, same question. What initials are located on the inside collar of the dress that you were wearing earlier?”
Naturally, neither of us can answer his questions.
“Dorothy, without looking inside these dresses, can you tell me what laundry marks are located on the inside collars?” one of the policewomen asks.
“Why, my initials,” Dorothy replies. “The marks are my initials: DMJ. I put those on the inside of all of my clothes.”
“Dorothy, how much did you pay for each of these dresses?” Horatio asks the woman.
“$265.00 each, plus tax,” Dorothy replies.
“Horatio, that makes the total value more than $500,” one of the policewomen adds. “That makes the crime ‘Grand Larceny’ – something that we cannot ignore.”
“Maxine and Amy Sue, you are now under arrest and charged with the crime of Grand Larceny for the theft of more than $500 worth of dresses,” Horatio announces to everyone in the room while looking directly at Amy Sue and me. “Officers, take these two prisoners down to the Punishment Square and incarcerate them for the night. Their trial will begin at 9 AM tomorrow morning.”
‘O-M-F-G!’ (Oh, my fuckin’ God!) I want to yell at the top of my lungs. But, after what we’ve been through this past month, I know that making a public outcry right now will only make things worse. Amy Sue looks over at me as she’s about to protest, but I just shake my head ‘No’.
She gets the message, turns her back to the policewomen, and then places her wrists behind her back. I do the same. A couple of minutes later, we are led away, naked and in cuffs, heading to who knows what in another mickey-mouse rural town. Why did we ever leave The City?
After leaving the building, we are marched down the center of the street for two blocks before reaching an area that obviously has only one purpose – public humiliation and punishment for those found guilty of select crimes. What we see is very reminiscent of the judicial area in Lesbonia. It even has an outdoor judicial court adjacent to prisoner punishment and humiliation devices.
The area main feature is a 30’ square wooden stage. Mounted on the stage in one corner is what appears to be a Judge’s judicial bench. Located directly in front of the judicial bench is a single speaking podium large enough for two people to use at the same time. But, the main focus on the stage is a large rectangular frame that looks to be 10’ tall by 20’ wide, with a center support post that divides it into two 10’ x 10’ squares. Hanging to the corner of each square are chains attached to wrist cuffs on the top and ankle cuffs on the bottom. Obviously, this framework has only one purpose – to suspend a prisoner for public whipping, humiliation, or both.
However, we are not immediately taken to the stage. I guess that it will wait until our morning session with the Judge. Instead we are each taken to one of about 25 pillories that encircle the stage. About 10 of the pillories are already occupied – seven with women and three with men. In each case, the prisoner locked in the pillory is totally naked, just like us, and the device is positioned so that the prisoner’s ass is the highest point on his/her body. In addition, the prisoner’s legs are locked in a foot stock that holds his/her legs about 4’ apart.
Obviously, this position also makes the prisoners genitalia very accessible for use or abuse. In fact, three of the women and one of the men are currently getting fucked from behind while one of the men and one of the women are also giving two other guys blowjobs while locked in the devices. The other four are getting their asses paddled, so all of the prisoners is experiencing some form of punishment and/or humiliation.
After we are locked into adjoining pillories, the policewomen attach weighted nipple clips to each of our tits, and also attach one to our clits. Then, each of them give our ass cheeks a good hard slap and mumble something about that is just a sample of what we will be experiencing later in the night.
Little do they know that we’re both pain sluts who love spanking and forced fucking. I look over to Amy Sue and see that she’s got that look on her face again. It’s a look of anticipation. She’s probably just as horny as me and needs fucked just as bad.
“Whacha in fer?” the woman in the pillory next to mine asks while some stud is pounding her ass with his big cock.
“We’ve been charged with stealing two dresses,” I reply.
“Petty or Grand Larceny?” she asks.
“Grand,” Amy Sue replies.
“Uh, oh,” she replies. “That’s a mandatory minimum of 100 lashes and 30 days of sexual slavery.”
“O-M-G!” (Oh, my God!) Amy Sue replies. “What have we gotten ourselves into?”
Chapter Seven
Less than five minutes after the two policewomen leave, I hear the guy fucking the girl pilloried beside me grunt and fill her ass full of cum. As he cums, she lets out a yell. Either he just hurt her, or she’s really enjoying her assfuck. I don’t know her from Adam, but if he had just fucked my ass like that my yell would be one of joy.
After he comes back down to Earth, he quickly pulls his cock out of her ass and then, without saying a word, walks around to the front of our pillories. Again, without saying a word, he presents his cock to my lips.
“It’s ATM (Ass To Mouth) time, Honey,” the girl pilloried beside me says. “Clean him up so that he can have some more fun. B-T-W, (By the way,) it’s required. If you refuse, you will have additional charges filed against you, which also will require additional lashes and sex slavery time.”
Of course, I never do tell her that both Amy Sue and I have sucked more ATM cocks in our short cocksucking careers than most women do in their entire lifetimes. I quickly, and quietly, begin to clean his cock with some rather good, I must say, deep throating techniques. It does not take long for him to decide that he’s ready for another round. This time his target is my rosebud. About that same time two more guys show up and soon our pilloried neighbor, along with Amy Sue and I, all are getting one of our rear holes pounded by man meat.
I look over to our pillory neighbor and see that she’s got sleep-deprived bags under her eyes. When I ask her when they will let us sleep, she merely begins to laugh before telling us that all three of our holes, along with our tits and ass cheeks, are available 24 hours per day. She then tells us not to count on getting much sleep until after we’re released from our punishment sentences.
Our saga continues all night. All 12 of us prisoners locked in pillories get all of our holes, along with our asses, pounded over and over. By dawn my cunt, asshole, mouth, and both ass cheeks are sore as Hell. But, whenever I mention it to my pilloried neighbor, she merely nods towards the Punishment Stage and tells me that the worst is yet to cum.
Shortly after dawn, 12 more female prisoners are paraded back into the area. Each is quickly locked into a vacant pillory. I notice that all of them have very red, swollen, and probably inflamed nipples on each tit. When I ask my pillory neighbor about them, she quietly explains that all 12 were on ‘Nightclub Duty’ for the past 12 hours.
She also explains that includes them having to support their serving trays with their tits clamped to the tray. Suddenly I remember Gertrude serving us our drinks back at Horatio’s penthouse earlier in the evening adorned similarly. God, I hope that we’re not asked to do that, too, as part of our punishment.
About an hour after the other 12 female prisoners are returned to their pillories, the two policewomen that arrested Amy Sue and me last night return and release us from our pillories. However, our freedom is short lived, for we are quickly led up on to the Punishment Stage. They make me stand quietly while they attach wrist and ankle cuffs to Amy Sue’s arms and legs before hoisting her up on the left punishment frame.
She’s quickly suspended in an X-Cross fashion with her arms pulled upwards toward the two top corners of the frame and her ankles pull downwards towards the two bottom corners. As soon as they have her secured they do the same to me to the frame on the right. Once we are secured, the two policewomen leave the area.
About 15 minutes later, both policewomen return as they are escorting Horatio and Dorothy, the lady who has accused us of stealing her dresses. Horatio quietly takes his place behind the Judicial Bench while the other three take positions at the public podium located halfway between the Judge’s Bench and our Suspension Frames.
Both Amy Sue and I know that this will be a mere formality, for we have no proof that we purchased the dresses from her. Well, after all, we didn’t. We did do exactly what she claims – we stole them from her clothes line out behind her house in the middle of the night.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Horatio slams his gavel down three times to get everybody’s attention.
“Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!” Horatio proclaims to announce that our ‘trial’ is about to begin.
“Madam Police Sergeant,” he says to the lead policewoman. “I see that you have brought two very lovely and naked young women before this court. What say you are the charges against these two women.”
“Each of these two naked women are charged with Grand Larceny,” the policewoman answers. “Each is equally guilty of stealing two dresses, valued at more than $500, and therefore each should be found guilty of Grand Larceny. In addition, since neither of them has a permanent residence in our state and are a considerable flight risk, I hereby recommend that they be given the maximum sentence our laws permit.”
“I will take that recommendation under advisement,” Horatio replies. “Now, tell me exactly why you believe that these two are guilty of Grand Larceny.”
“Well, Your Honor,” the policewoman replies. “Last night this lovely lady, Dorothy, came to us to file a complaint that two of her dresses were stolen directly off her clothes line located in the back of her property. When she described the dresses, we remembered that we had seen the two accused women wearing similar items. We also had seen them in your company entering the building that contains your Penthouse last evening.”
“Now, we really did not want to disturb you while you were entertaining young ladies,” she snickers. “But, as sworn officers of the law, we are bound to investigate each and every crime. So that’s why we, along with the victim, Dorothy, visited you in your Penthouse last night. Unfortunately, what we found there are the two dresses in question. Neither of the accused women could identify the laundry markers located on the inside collar of each dress. However, our victim, Dorothy, correctly identified the marks as her initials: DMJ. Please refer to Exhibit #1.”
“Dorothy,” Horatio asks. “Are these your dresses, and if so, what are their values.”
“Yes, they are, Your Honor,” Dorothy replies. “If you inspect them you will see that they truly do include my laundry marks on their collars. I mark all of my clothes with my initials: DMJ. Also, I estimate their value at $265 each. That’s what I paid for them a month ago.”
“I see,” Horatio replies. “You are correct. I hereby accept these as the two dresses that do, indeed, belong to you. I also can attest that they were discovered in the possession of the two accused young women earlier in the evening last night. I, therefore, am ready to rule on the guilt or innocence of the accused.”
“Madam Dorothy,” Horatio continues. “What type of financial restitution would you like for your troubles?”
“Triple damages,” Dorothy replies.
“I don’t think that these young ladies have that kind of money right now,” the Judge replies.
Of course, he’s also the banker and knows that we each have over $250K in our New York bank. But, he evidently likes us and plays dumb in this regard.
“OK, here’s my ruling,” Horatio continues. “Prisoner Amy Sue and Prisoner Maxine, I, hereby, find you both equally guilty of the crime of Grand Larceny for the theft of two dresses valued at $530. Now, earlier you heard Madame Police Sergeant recommend that I sentence you to the maximum permitted under our laws because you do not have a permanent address anywhere within our state.”
“The maximum permitted by the laws of our state would require that you each receive one lash with a single-tail whip for each dollar value stolen, plus one year of sexual slavery for each dollar value stolen. In your case, that would require that you receive 530 lashes with a single tail whip and then spend the next 530 years of your lives as sexual slaves in one of our local institutions.”
‘O-M-G!’ (Oh, my God!) I want to yell. But, as part of our suspension, both Amy Sue and I are outfitted with gags in our mouths, so neither of us is able to respond.
“However,” Horatio continues. “I also know that you both are first time offenders and are also very new to our laws and customs. So, therefore, I am going to sentence you to the minimum permitted by the laws of our state. I hereby sentence you, Prisoner Amy Sue, and you, Prisoner Maxine, to 100 lashes with a 6’ leather tawse, 60 of which will be delivered to each of your naked ass cheeks, 25 will be delivered to each of your tits, and 15 will be delivered on your clits.”
“In addition, you each are also sentenced to 30 days of Community Service Sexual Slavery, with 12 hours of each day spent working as a totally naked Nightclub Waitress and Sexual Provider at the Pussies Galore nightclub beginning at sunset tonight. During the remaining 12 hours of each day you each will be locked in one of the pillories surrounding this platform. In addition, you each must forfeit all forms of clothing that you currently own, including jewelry, shoes, and the like, to Dorothy as financial restitution for her inconvenience.”
“Finally, when all of your punishments have been fulfilled, you are to leave this town permanently, never to return for as long as you live. If you are ever found in this town again, I will reconsider my judgment. Madam Police Sergeant would you and your colleagues begin the first phase of their punishment. Please begin administering their whipping.”
CRACK!
The first tawse lash lands on Amy Sue’s left ass cheek.
CRACK!
The first tawse lash lands on my left ass cheek.
CRACK!
Now it’s Amy Sue’s right ass cheek that receives the blow.
CRACK!
My right cheek is now the target.
CRACK!....
And so it goes. For the next 45 minutes each of us receives the allotted amount of leather tawse lashes on our ass cheeks, tits, and cunts. When we are done, we are taken back down to the area below the stage and are once again locked in a vacant pillory.
Less than a minute later, both Amy Sue and I have a cock pounding our pussies. As I am getting a royal fucking, I look to the woman locked in the pillory to my right. It’s the same one that was there last night. Only now she looks pissed. But, she can’t say anything because she’s getting both her mouth and her cunt pounded by two big cocks. It doesn’t take long before I also have a cock filling my cocksucker.
About 30 minutes later, after most of the guys have shot their wads and take a rest break, I look back over to my cohort in crime and punishment. She still looks pissed.
“You fuckin’ bitch!” she says to me.
“W-T-F?” (What the fuck?) I ask.
“You must be one helluva fuck,” she replies. “I’d love to know what you did for the Judge last night to get such an easy sentence. But, then, whores like you always get ahead by using your cunts instead of your minds.”
“What are you talking about,” I reply.
“Fuck you,” she replies. “I steal $250 in food from the grocery store – which is Petty Larceny in our state – and get sentenced to the maximum: one lash with a single tail whip and one year of sexual slavery for each dollar value of the theft. I steal $250 and get 250 lashes and will be a sex slave in this God forsaken town for the rest of my life. You two get busted for Grand Larceny and get only 100 lashes and 30 days of sex slavery. It’s fuckin’ not fair. You two must be one helluva fuck.”
“The best you’ll ever have,” Amy Sue replies. “We’ve been fuckin’ our way across the country. As soon as we’re released from our punishment, we’re outta here to find some newer, and hopefully, bigger cocks.”
“We’ll see about that,” the other prisoner says. “I’ve been fucking the lady sergeant a lot lately. Maybe she can trump up some more charges. Oh, yes. Didn’t they tell you? Those charges against you were trumped up. Hell, those dresses sell for $25 each down at the General Store. But, the Judge now has two more sexy cocktail waitresses for his nightclub for free for the next 30 days. I wonder what he’s got planned for you two bimbos next.”
I hate to say it, but what she just told us does make sense. Those two dresses that we stole are two of the ugliest dresses that I’ve ever seen. I know that I’d never pay $25 for either of them. I can’t imagine anyone stupid enough to pay $265. Well, like PT Barnum once said, ‘There’s a sucker born every day’. I guess Amy Sue and I are the suckers for today in this shitty town.
CRACK!
“Oh, fuck!” the other prisoner yells as a crop lands on her ass. “What was that for?”
“So, you think that the lady sergeant that’s been fucking you is going to do you a favor?” one of the guards says. “Well, I don’t know who that is. But, if anyone tries to bring false accusations against these two fellow prisoners, you will be back on the punishment stage. And, you will be receiving the maximum again if I have anything to do with it.”
CRACK!
“Oh, fuck!” my pissed off fellow prisoner yells again.
“Just don’t forget what I said,” the guard reminds her. “OK, boys, three assholes, no waiting.”
Just then Amy Sue and I both feel a cock head probing our assholes. Seconds later we feel big cocks plunging deep into our shitters. Shortly after, we also have two more cocks grazing our facial lips. Neither of us has much time to worry about the threats made by our fellow sex slave prisoner, for we both are now getting DPed (double penetrated) in our assholes and mouths.
It’s a pattern that continues the rest of the day. As soon as one cock shoots its load into one of our holes, it gets replaced by a fresh one. Sometimes the one shoved into our mouth is still dirty from an earlier ass fucking. But, both Amy Sue and I know better than to complain. By the early evening, I estimate that we’ve both been fucked in all three holes at least a dozen times.
About an hour before sunset, the guards come and release the 12 sex slaves that are to serve as naked cocktail waitresses at the local bar. Only, this time, they also include Amy Sue and me in the group. All 14 of us are taken to a communal shower room, where we are all given 10 minutes to shower and do our hair and make-up.
Amy Sue and I notice that all of the other 12 are washing very quickly. Finally, one of the others tells us that we had better get busy, for the last girl out of the shower room, or anyone leaving with wet hair, will be the first girl cuffed to the St. Andrew’s Cross in the bar.
“We all will be there eventually,” she admits. “But, the whipping is always worse for the first girl. So, get your ass and pussy clean, and then do your hair and make-up as quickly as possible.”
Amy Sue and I both realize that this night probably will not be fun, but we definitely don’t want it to start with a whipping. So, we quickly splash some water between our legs and ass cheeks – just enough to rinse off any dried cum or ass juices that may have accumulated during our pillory fun time – and do the same with our underarms and faces. Then, we head over to the make-up counters to dry our hair and place some rouge on our faces and tits.
Somehow we both are able to exit about 30 seconds before the very same fellow prisoner that warned us earlier about the penalty for being the last out of the shower area. She should have never given us our warning, for she’s now going to start the evening cuffed and whipped on the St. Andrew’s Cross.
Or, so I thought. One by one we are cuffed with our arms behind our backs – a position that has become very natural for both Amy Sue and me during the past week or so. After we are all cuffed, we are led single file out of the public jail area and down several city blocks to a club that I have not seen before. As we are led into the building, the other 12 are all taken into the back of the club. However, two of the guards stop Amy Sue and me and tell us to follow them. I know that we are about to get ‘special treatment’, and that probably is not good.
But, to my surprise, we are led into a back room where Gertrude is waiting for us. She tells the guards to leave us, waits until they are gone, and then locks the door.
“OK, sluts,” she says. “Horatio sends you his regards. He wants me to explain that he had no choice but to have you whipped, even though he knew the dresses you stole were worth less than $25. But, he had to do it to make everyone think that he wasn’t showing you any special favors after fucking the shit out of both of you earlier in the night.”
“He also knows that a lot of the women in town are jealous of you both already. He feels that if you stick around much longer, more charges will be trumped up against you both. If you don’t get outta here soon, you will be back on the punishment stage – and this time you will be convicted as a repeat offenders and he will be forced to give you the maximum sentence. So, listen carefully….”
Chapter Eight
After explaining the plan, Gertrude hands Amy Sue one of the tit torture style serving trays that most of the girls wear while serving food and drinks out in the club. She then tells Amy Sue that she’s to hit Gertrude on the back of her head and make it appear that we actually overpowered her while escaping. That will minimize any whipping that Gertrude will receive after she explains how we got away.
Gertrude then tells us that our car is parked outside with the keys in it. She also explains that we shouldn’t waste our time looking for clothes, for all of our clothes have been given to Dorothy as part of our earlier ‘punishment’ settlement. We just need to jump into the car, take off, and don’t stop for anything until we cross the state line. Gertrude estimates that’s about a three hour drive. Also, we should stay off the main roads, for once word of our escape gets out all the cops will be watching for our car on the main roads.
“Don’t stop for anything until you’re in the next state,” Gertrude explains. “If you’re caught in this state, you will be brought back here and will spend the rest of your life as a totally naked sex slave – just like me – that is, if you survive your whipping. Many girls don’t. Now, hit me hard enough to knock me out and get the fuck out of here.”
“You’re a fuckin’ sex slave?” Amy Sue asks.
Neither of us move. We just stare at Gertrude.
“Do it now, and get the fuck out of here!” Gertrude yells.
“Smack the bitch,” I tell Amy Sue as I make my way to the back door. “I don’t know if she’s lying or telling the truth. But I want to get the fuck out of here now. Now, smack her while I fire the mother fuckin’ car up.”
TWACK!
PLOP!
“OK, bitch,” Amy Sue yells to me as she comes running out the door and jumps in the car. “I hope I didn’t kill her. I don’t trust Horatio, so but let’s make the most of this opportunity and get the fuck outta here.”
As I head down one of the town’s side streets, instead of turning West and heading for the next state, I turn East and head back where we came from earlier.
“W-T-F?” (What the fuck?) Amy Sue asks.
“I don’t trust him either,” I reply. “So, let’s get us some insurance. And our clothes.”
Neither of us says much to each other for about five minutes. Then, Amy Sue sees where I am heading. I park the car behind an old barn located directly behind Dorothy’s house. It’s dark outside, so she doesn’t see us approach. But, we can see her standing in her kitchen doing her dinner dishes.
Not only that, but she’s wearing one of the dresses we stole from her earlier – one of the two dresses that caused our whipping and sexual slavery. We also spot our suitcase sitting along one of the kitchen walls. I motion for Amy Sue to follow me, but to keep very low and quiet.
Our timing is perfect, for just as we approach her back porch door her kitchen goes dark as she exits. Not only that, but we also find the back door unlocked. We quietly sneak through the kitchen and spot her sitting in an armchair watching some old movie on her telly. We are able to sneak up on her undetected, and with very little effort we wrestle her to the floor, strip her naked like us, and tie her wrists behind her back. We also gag her with one of her old stockings.
As I keep her quiet on the floor of her living room, Amy Sue quickly locks the front door and then roams through her house, closing all the windows and turning off all the lights. We want it to look like she’s gone on a trip. Then, we lead her out through the kitchen, grabbing our suitcase on the way, and force her out the back door, across her back yard, and eventually secure her into the right front seat of our Camaro. We each also quickly put on one of our micro G-string bikinis before jumping into the car ourselves.
As we drive away with our former accuser and adversary, we tell her that we need a guide to the state line and we don’t want to be seen by any cops. We promise her that if we make it to the state line without any problems we will release her unharmed. We also tell her that we will die fighting before we will allow ourselves to be captured and whipped again. Therefore, if she wants to stay alive, she better get us to the state line undetected, safe and sound.
Of course, if Dorothy is using her brains, she will realize that we are totally unarmed. But, she is so scared that she is not using the grey matter located between her ears. She is easy picking for our bluff. Later we would discover that she’s not only a perfect Stockholm Syndrome hostage candidate, but she’s a natural muff diver from way back.
As Amy Sue begins to drive away, I tell Dorothy that I am going to release the stocking currently gagging her mouth. But, I also warn her that once I do so, any screams or shouts will be her last. Then, I release the gag and lower the stocking until it’s wrapped around the front of her throat while I’ve got a tight grip on both ends from my position directly behind her in the back seat. If I pull very hard, I can every easily strangle her. But, I do allow her to talk so that she can give us directions out of town on the back roads.
“Can I make a suggestion?” Dorothy asks. “The state line to the West is over three hours away. The cops are going to be all over all the roads heading that direction. But, the state line to the South is only six hours away. Not only that, but I have a friend living near there. She’s away on vacation, so her house is vacant right now. We can be to her house before dawn, and we can hide out there during the daylight hours tomorrow before continuing our trip tomorrow night. I promise I won’t pull any tricks if you trust me and let me guide you there.”
“OK,” Amy Sue replies. “I don’t know why I trust you, but I do. But, just remember. If we don’t make it alive, neither do you. So, no tricks.”
“Amy Sue,” I add. “I don’t think that’s what she’s got in mind. I’ve noticed that ever since we left her place, she’s been starring at your tits and cunt. I think we’ve got a real, live carpet muncher as our hostage. What about it Dorothy? Do you want to eat Amy Sue’s snatch?”
“Hers,” Dorothy mumbles before telling Amy sue to make a turn onto a desolate road through the countryside. “And, yours, too,” she replies to me.
Soon the road turns from blacktop to dirt, so we stop long enough to put the top up on the convertible. We also roll up the windows to keep out the dirt and debris that the car stirs up while traveling down a seldom used back road. I don’t know where we are going, but somehow Amy Sue and I both trust that Dorothy is not leading us down a dead-end road.
We travel through the night, and just before dawn we come up to what appears to be a deserted farmhouse with a barn in the back. Dorothy tells us that this is her friend’s house, and we should park the car in the barn so that it will be out of sight of anyone driving by.
I quickly tie the back of the stocking still wrapped around the front of Dorothy’s throat to the back of the passenger’s seat headrest – effectively tying our hostage to the right front seat of the car. This allows both Amy Sue and me to exit and check out the situation before releasing our hostage. After closing both sets of barn doors so the car is no longer visible from the outside, we peer out one of the windows at the house. It’s definitely dark, and appears to be vacant. But, we can’t be sure without checking it out for ourselves. Again, we have no choice other than to trust that Dorothy is not misleading us.
“It’s vacant,” Dorothy says as if she’s reading my mind. “Trust me. My friend won’t be home for a while. If you let me out, I can get us into the house. That will be a better place to spend the day than this shitty barn.”
I look at Amy Sue, who nods her head affirmatively. God, this bitch is a trusting sole. But, my submissive character takes over and, once again, I follow her lead. I release Dorothy from the car, but I also keep a tight grip on the stocking currently wrapped around her neck. She knows that if she tries anything, I can easily strangle her. But, I also think she knows that I really don’t have the guts for such a thing. It’s all for show.
As she leads us over to the main house, I notice that all of the windows, both on the main level and the two upstairs ones, are covered with some sort of blackout plastic or paper. I think this is unusual, but for some reason I don’t ask about it. Once we are standing on the back porch, Dorothy recovers a key hidden in a nearby plant, unlocks the door, and leads us into the kitchen area.
It looks like any other kitchen, except that there is no kitchenette or breakfast table or chairs. However, what I also don’t see – because they are hidden by the still open back porch door – are sets of cuffs, leg chains, slave collars, and leashes all hanging from hooks on the wall behind us. Without saying or explaining anything, Dorothy leads us through the kitchen so quickly that neither Amy Sue nor I ever see the cuffs, collars, and shackles hanging near the door.
However, when we enter the main room – a former living room when this house was a residence – we see a completely abnormal interior decoration pattern. It doesn’t look anything like a family oriented living area. In one corner of the room is a small, triangular shaped bar. As in cocktail lounge bar. In another corner is a 10’ x 10’ x 2’ square wooden platform or stage. What’s even more unusual is that the platform has leg cuffs attached near its center and wrists cuffs hanging down from the ceiling. Obviously, this platform is for displaying one or more people in bondage.
Most of the remaining furniture is either love-seat style sofas or single chairs. Along the far wall is the main entry door. This time we don’t miss the cuffs, leg irons, slave collars, and leashes hanging down from hooks located beside the door. We also notice that the walls are covered with pictures – pictures of both naked men and women in various bondage and punishment situations.
As I look around the room I am totally confused. Dorothy told us earlier that we were going to stay at her friend’s house. What type of friend decorates his/her house like a bondage club? Evidently Amy Sue is just as perplexed as me, and she’s the first to voice her concerns.
“W-T-F?” (What the fuck?) Amy Sue asks. “What type of place is this?”
“Ladies,” Dorothy replies. “Welcome to the Big Sky Bondage Clubhouse. This entire property is owned and operated by the Big Sky Bondage Club. It’s totally private property, so anything that goes on here – and it’s always consensual – is legal. Some consider our actions to be perversions. We just call them unique fetishes. But, I assure you, that everything that goes on here is consensual.
All members of the Big Sky Bondage Club must sign written consent forms before they are allowed to join – and participate. I am one of the club’s members. Make that, I am one of the club’s voluntary slaves. I submit too many things while on these premises. Now, if you ladies would be so kind to chain me up, I can then give you a guided tour of the rest of our bondage heaven.”
“Just a fuckin’ minute,” I abruptly reply. “You told us that we were going to be visiting a friend’s house that is on vacation. How long will be have this house to ourselves? How about the cops that are looking for us? Do they know about this place, too?”
“Well, as you can see,” Dorothy replies. “I did tell you a few little white lies. Yes, this place is owned by a friend of mine. Well, make that about 100 friends of mine. We will have this place to ourselves until sometime tomorrow when the club members start arriving for this weekend’s party.
Most of the slaves will begin arriving sometime late tomorrow morning or early afternoon to clean up the place and start preparing food and drinks for the party that begins tomorrow night. The Masters and Mistresses will start arriving sometime in the afternoon or early evening. By tomorrow night this place will be packed with naked bodies playing all kinds of bondage games. I can’t wait.”
“Tuff shit,” Amy Sue replies. “You’re coming with us tonight. We still need to get the fuck outta this damned state, and you’re both our guide and our safety net.”
“Oh, did I forget to tell you,” Dorothy answers. “We left that state about 30 minutes ago. Not only that, but all the cops in each of the neighboring states knows that Horatio is running an illegal slavery ring in his little town. Did you notice that all the sex slaves in that town are young girls like yourselves? Did you see any young free women there?
Obviously not, for there aren’t any. The only free women in town are old bitches like me? Yes, I was a sex slave there, too, when I was younger. That’s when I learned that I’m a submissive at heart, and after I became a free woman again I knew that I needed to find a club like this one to fulfill my submissive desires. That’s why I eventually joined this club.”
“You were destined to be arrested, charged, convicted, and sentenced to a whipping and sexual slavery the moment that you arrived in town. Horatio just had to make it look legit. He knew that the dresses you were wearing were actually mine. So, he came to me and asked me to formally file a theft complaint against you. But, don’t worry. There isn’t one cop in any of the surrounding states that will ever honor any APB (All Points Bulletin) from any police agency connected to Lesbonia, ‘the res’, or Horatio’s little town. Everyone knows that all three are famous for their sexual slavery kangaroo courts.”
“Actually,” Dorothy continues to explain. “You’re safe as you can be right now. Therefore, you’re free to leave and head out to wherever your final destination is right now. Or, we can do down into the dungeon, and you both can take turns getting even with me. After all, I did tell a bunch of lies that got you whipped yesterday. Anyone interested in some revenge? You can hang me by my wrists – or tits – and whip the shit out of me if you want. I owe you that much.”
“But, what about our escape?” Amy Sue replies. “Didn’t Horatio organize that?”
“N-F-W!” (No fuckin’ way!) Dorothy replies. “Gertrude just wanted you two out of town. She’s Horatio’s favorite, and she saw you both as her primary competition. She knew that eventually Horatio would get tired of her, and someday soon one, or both, of you two would replace her as his favorite. So, she orchestrated your escape. She came to me and told me of her plan. We figured that you would come to my place looking for your clothes. I figured that you would be an inexpensive way for me to come to this weekend’s bondage party. Sorry, girls. But, I used you, not the other way around.”
“Now, you have three choices that you can make: You can take me downstairs and whip my ass for everything that I’ve done to you during the past two days; You can get in your car and get the fuck outta here right now and continue your trip sucking and fucking your way to the West Coast; or you can stay around and join the bondage club festivities this weekend. You’ve both already proven that you are subbies at heart.”
“How about option three?” Amy Sue offers. “I’m so fuckin’ tired right now all I want is some sleep. Does this place have any bedrooms?”
“The top two floors are what we call our ‘Fuckin’ Rooms’,” Dorothy replies. “Yes, each room has a bed. Each bed also has chains and stuff attached so a slave or two can be restrained. The rooms are more commonly used for sex than for sleep. But, you can go up there and take a nap if you want. You can even chain me to one of the beds before spanking my ass if you want. Or, I can give you a tour of the dungeon downstairs first, and then you can decide what you want to do. Which would you like to do?”
“None of the above,” Amy Sue replies. “Right now I need to piss. Where’s the piss room?”
“Follow me,” Dorothy replies. Then then leads us down the stairs into the basement and we get a glimpse of one of the best equipped dungeons that we’ve ever seen. Well, to be honest, it’s the only private dungeon that we’ve seen. But, it’s well equipped. It includes just about everything that one can imagine in the form of bdsm and bondage equipment: pillories, racks, St. Andrew’s crosses, whipping benches and stools, chains hanging down from the ceiling or up from the floor, punishment cages, and more.
But, our goal is not to investigate the dungeon and its equipment. Dorothy continues walking, taking us through the dungeon itself and over to a room in the corner. We see that the room has no door, so anyone entering will not be afforded any privacy at a time most want privacy. The room looks like a communal shower. It’s about 15’ x 15’ and does have shower heads attached to the walls. But, both the walls and floor are made of ceramic bathroom tiles, and the tiles on the floor also are arranged in a mural. The mural is a picture of a woman on her knees drinking piss from the source. The source, of course, is a man pissing into her mouth.
After realizing how this room is used, I notice that the entire room has only one drain, and it’s located in the center of the room as part of the mural. But, in each of the four corners there is a chain attached to the wall at about waist level – or is that neck level for anyone kneeling on the floor. Dorothy quickly shows me that my intuition is correct, for without saying a word she goes over to one of the corners, kneels on the floor, and opens her mouth. She’s waiting for us.
“Well, com’on, bitches,” she replies. “You asked to see the piss room. This is it. Starting tomorrow night, it will be manned by four piss slaves. Some men, some women. But, all of us slaves will take a turn serving as piss slaves. So, we might as well get started now. Amy Sue, you said you need to piss. Get your ass over here and do it. Or, would you rather trade places with me?”
Amy Sue doesn’t move. She only gives me a questioning look. It’s obvious that she doesn’t know what to do. So, like I do a lot with her, I decide to force the issue. I walk over to Dorothy, stand directly in front of her face, spread my legs as wide as they will go, and then I reach down and pull mu pussy lips wide open so that my piss hole is exposed and begin to piss on Dorothy’s face. Dorothy opens her mouth and begins to drink my golden nectar. Obviously, she’s done this many times before.
Well, before we leave the ‘piss room’, all three of us are coated with piss after taking a turn as the piss slave. Eventually, without showering or cleaning up, all three of us decide we need some sleep and go up to the second floor and to make use of the beds in the ‘Fuckin Rooms’.
Amy Sue selects one of the vacant rooms, enters, and quickly plops down on one of the beds. At Dorothy’s request, she and I go into a second room, where I chain her down on the bed. She lies face down in a spread eagle position and tells me to cuff her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. Then, again at her request, I give her 25 lashes with a tawse before leaving her alone to catch some zzzzzz’s.
Then, I locate Amy Sue and get ready to join her for some nighty-night time of my own. I lie down on the bed and begin to spoon her ass. But, just as I am getting comfortable, she scoots off the bed, pulls my left arm out and up to the left corner of the headboard and attaches a wrist cuff. Next, she does the same to my right wrist.
Before I know what’s happening, I am now cuffed in the same spread eagle position, face down and ass in the air, as I had placed Dorothy just a short while ago. Then, to make matters worse, she reaches over and first removes my string bikini bra, and then my bottoms – leaving me totally bare ass naked.
“OK, bitch,” Amy Sue says after I am secured on the bed. “I heard you give Dorothy 25 lashes with the tawse. For that, you will get 50.”
CRACK!
“One. Thank you Mistress,” I reply. “May I have another?”
“I thought you were a natural subby at heart,” Amy Sue replies.
CRACK!
“Two. Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?”
CRACK! ….
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