The Law of private ground

Fuckies

 

Soledad Brown whimpered through her forcibly opened mouth as Markus began to take her. His dick was literally engulfed by her erotically driven sex. Sylvie alternated her efforts between milking Markus’ balls, mauling and stretching Soledad’s udders and loudly slapping her ass.

 

She regretted not having put on a skirt, to use the fucky’s mouth services.

 

Soledad lost in her darkness, frightened and humiliated to unknown peaks hadn’t had really any time to adjust to her current lamentable situation.

 

Two days ago, only two days ago, she was having dinner with one of the managers. She was dressed to kill and hoped to get a promotion; after all she had got an award and the dinner had been his idea, not hers.

 

She had chosen her elegant, long, red dress with an infinite split on her left leg. Her red high heeled shoes and her bright red Prada handbag.

 

The dinner went well; she even permitted his pats on her bare thigh. When the hand started to rest to long she carefully replaced it on the table.

 

After the dinner, he invited her to a fashion bar ‘to talk about business’. His hands became more insistent and he even patted her ass twice.

 

She evaded them the best she could but finally she confronted him.

 

After some tense words he said:

 

“Ok, Sole (pronounce Sole with the ‘e’ like in ‘ten’), you’ve got an award for defending the  rights of the weak, if you want your promotion I want you to do a full reportage of what’s going on in Californian’s zoo. I’ve been informed they are mistreating the animals really badly.

 

‘Bingo’ she thought and even permitted him to fondle her ass when he kissed her goodbye, on the cheek.  

 

Next morning she went to the zoo with FONDA’s best cameraman, a black guy named Quincy Armstrong. Quincy has been with FONDA since it started emitting and he was a regular at the big fishes’ parties. His fifty three years suited him; he was still good looking, but with that bit of experience lacking in younger guys.

 

 

The reportage they did was amazing. She even interviewed caged and working animals, they filmed sexual intercourse between animals (a pig mounting an ex-coed and a hyena fucking an ex-housewife) or between animals and human males, they got on movie how the unfortunate caught girls were tortured just for fun. She would shock the people and get not only her new job but also another award.

 

She was really happy with her work. She even met a former colleague pulling the white visitor’s train and reprimanded Quincy for molesting her. Quincy fondled his ex-coworker’s ass and cunt as if there was no tomorrow. He had never knew if she was a true or a fake blonde, he preferred true ones and enjoyed his time during the whole interview. Well, not really an interview; it was Soledad putting questions and Meredith moving her harnessed head and sometimes whinnying thanks to his heavily applied ministrations.

Everything went smooth until she prepared for leaving at four thirty. Before quitting, Quincy wanted to film also the terrarium, not because he was interested in seeing snakes housing in cunts but because it was the farthest point to the exit.

 

On their way back he insisted in taking pictures of a fucky running into a tree and then he asked Miss Brown to interview that fucky. An international model, she had been and…

 

“Quincy, Quincy where are you?” she called him, but he was gone. A little bit afraid she searched the exit but it was already closed. Desperately she run through the zoo for hours searching help.

No help at all.

It was getting dark.

 

She tried to climb the wall but the electric wire at the top shocked her and made her fall back. She was again trying to climb the wall when a catcher team spotted her.

 

Like Australian Kangaroo hunter they focused their spotlight on her, blinding her. She started to run along the wall. One of the catchers followed her movements with the spotlight which was automatically taking pictures every 5’’. The other two surrounded her. Suddenly she felt a noose around her neck and immediately afterwards she was dangling from that noose, kicking into the air.

 

They slowly lowered her, making her tiptoe. She was in panic with both hands she tried to avoid the noose strangling her whilst her catchers were cutting away all her clothes. After taking their “prize photo” she was gagged, cuffed and brought into the processing facilities.

 

She wasn’t alone; two more pieces had been caught that day.

 

“Hmm, anchorwoman,” A fat guy said inspecting her body and her papers.

“What do you think, Mac” he loudly asked his colleague who was working on one of the other disgraced women.

 

“Is this emcee pretty enough to become a fucky, popular she is for sure, I even think I’ve seen her on TV.”

 

“But, sure she’s, Theo. Remember what Mr. Bloomberg told us. A fucky is for people who want to fuck a name, a history, an object out of reach, a celebrity. It’s designed for guys with that exquisite taste. The most important to become a fucky is to be a known woman. Miss Soledad Brown got her new job.

 

‘My god, I’m naked in the outside, and I hear people and that stupid device is moving me towards them. If at least I could see something’

 

“Aaaaaahhh” she suddenly shouted feeling a finger invading her cunt. The device stopped.

“She loves it” she heard somebody saying “do it again”

 

Again she felt hands exploring her charms, poking into her forcibly opened mouth and sex.

 

‘This can’t be true, let me alone. I’m a womaaaan’ her last thought was evident.

 

“I think this one volunteered for the job” a voice said “she is dripping wet”

 

“Ooooouaaaaaaaeeeeeeee” she cried. It was ‘don’t touch me’

 

“She’s coming, she coming” a woman’s voice shouted amused.

 

“Miss  … aaah, Miss Soledad Brown you are a slut” The same voice declared loudly.

 

Laughter, voices of boys and girls, more exploring hands, slaps.

 

 

Suddenly she was moving again.

 

“Ouoch” her face had bumped into somebody.

 

“Hey Mark, read that one, she was anchorwoman in FONDA.” A feminine voice declared.

 

Again a hand on her sex. This one was a hand of a connoisseur, it fondled for him to touch but also for her to feel.

 

“Soledad Brown, yes, I remember her, she won an award in ….don’t remember” a man said increasing the rhythm of his fucking finger.

 

“aAAAAAAA” His cock entered totally into her, despite herself, wet hole.

 

‘My God he’s fucking me, here in the open, maybe there are people looking’ Soledad couldn’t adjust herself to her condition.

 

Hands on her tits began mauling them than she felt hard slaps on her ass. The slaps made her contract her cunt making him fuck her more vigorously and magically incrementing the slapping rhythm.

 

She felt her orgasm building up and could do a bloody thing to stop it. Whimpering and whining with her open gag she had her first public orgasm.

 

‘Mark, you are a hero, you made her cum’ declared the feminine voice.

He came. She could feel his pulsing cock. Then she felt her empty hole and his cock in her mouth.

“Clean it”

‘Not in your dreams’ she thought

“Sylvie she’s not…”

“HHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…” A mouth full of cock seems to be an obstacle for any communication.

“Oh yes, now she’s doing nice”

 

Sylvie grinningly showed him the small electric stick dangling at the device.

“I zapped her clit” she said “like this”

 

“HHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM….”

 

“Wow she’s improving by moments”

 

She felt something stuck into her ass, and than a slap.

 

Again the device was moving.

 

Unknown to Miss Brown she was wearing a black flag reading “Used. Please clean”

 

Sylvie and Markus stopped at a restaurant to have some sandwiches. They both enjoyed sitting in the open and looking at the visitors.

 

The waitresses were all wearing the same costume; they looked like turtles but with a flat shell. A bar between their knees spread them to the utmost and their wrists were fixed by small chains to their nipples. Like that their crawling motion was slowed down and their cunts and tits were fully on display. Each table had its own waitress attached to its base by their neck. The customers wrote down their commands and released the turtle, she crawled to the bar, waited for the drinks being put on her shell and crawled back to the table, where she was again fixed.

 

Markus was drinking his Martini with his thumb in Angela’s (the turtle) cunt and tapping rhythmically on her sex, with his remaining fingers.

 

Angela had been a veterinarian and hated her actual condition, but nevertheless, her sex was wetting.

 

She was caught because her manager asked her to care about the ill dolphins, and, naively she stayed longer.

The catchers had no problem in catching her in her own office.

 

Her first job was as her former boss’ bitch. He proudly walked her in front of colleagues and strangers. When all her acquaintances had fucked her all they wanted he graciously gave her to the restaurant, where he never fails to greet and humiliate her when he turns up.

 

“Mark, Mark, look over there” Sylvie said sipping at her gin tonic and pointing at “the converters”.

 

Music of trumpets, cymbals and all kind of instruments filled the air.

 

The converters looked like a Circus. Opening the caravan two dwarfs riding naked ponygirls were loudly announcing their presence. Behind them paraded a herd of animalized women, followed by four catcher’s jeeps. After them a draught similar to that one pulling the visitor trains pulled at wheeled cages. Behind those cages, and closing the procession, drove two more jeeps.

 

The attraction was, of course, inside the cages.

 

The converters’ name was due to a double conversion they offered. First they made it possible to “convert” into money any female you brought with you and seconded the real conversion from that young and independent woman into an true, naked and chained animal.

 

The cages were almost empty only few desperate women clenched against the bars looking for – an improbable- salvation.

 

To be continued…