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Law of private ground 7
A few months later…
Society has rapidly adapted to the new laws and acted in consequence. Women were not any more considered as independent human being, but more as a commodity, a toy or a pet. Men talked about them as in the same tone they speak about watches, sport cars or animals.
In fact there have raised no few public locals like restaurants, cinemas or gyms with a sign of a naked, chained and gagged woman crossed by a big red bar at their entrance:
No women allowed!
These locals use to have a parking of small cages, just a cubic meter of steel, in the outside to keep the guest’s female companions, disregarding if it will be a few minutes or a whole night for her to be locked up.
Women themselves, howsoever, didn’t adapt emotionally at the same pace. After a whole life of independence, freedom and rights it’s not easy to suddenly adapt of being chained up, gagged, fondled or beaten with no consideration of their feelings.
They still feel deeply humiliated when treated according to the new ´Zeitgeist´, when her former private parts are exposed and groped by whomsoever: Former friends, colleagues, employees, neighbors or total stranger.
Holly Meckler was happy as a kid with new shoes. Her sister Jody was coming to the States. In truth, it was Jody’s husband who, due to recent economic movements, came to the States on a business trip and brought along his whole family: his wife and his two daughters.
Jody Simanova, former Smith, married Igor Simanov, a Russian tycoon 17 years ago and lived since then in Saint Petersburg, in a real palace on the Nevsky Prospekt.
Even she was now a rich woman neither she nor her husband used to travel a lot. She didn’t work and spent her time in raising her twin Daughters, Olga and Katya, born exact 9 months after their wedding. Igor fondly often called them honeymoon gift.
When Henry came home she stood at the door raising the hem of her dress showing her bald cunt and looked at him with puppy eyes to be allowed to speak.
The house rules had become more and more humiliating for the female part of the family, in accordance to the changing outside world.
So Holly was to raise her hem whenever she opened the door, disregarding if it was her husband, her sons or the postman coming.
This latter was the fortunate who brought the postcard. He boldly fondled her mound and petted her ass; afterwards he stuck the postcard between her labia and told her to remain like that and not to stop waving good bye until he was out of sight.
She endured the humiliation, aggravated by the fact that other neighbors greeted her whilst she was there with one hand raising her hem for all of them to see her bald cunt holding a postcard and with the other hand waving good bye in a silly manner.
“Yes, Holly” Henry said “what it is?” whilst he cupped her bald sex and introduced one finger.
“Darling I’m so happy” Holly started her mandatory movement up and down on her husband raised middle finger, still standing at the open front door. “Jody is coming to visit us” she managed to say.
“Who? Jody?” Asked Henry finally removing his finger, making her chew on it and closing the front door finalizing the erotic spectacle they were giving.
“Which Jody?”
“My sister, darling, the one from Russia”
“Ahh, Judith” he finally understood “high-nosed Judith”
Some time ago this nickname would have lead to a quarrel, but now the world was a better place.
“Yes, darling, high-nosed Judith is coming to visit us” Holly humble answered.
“If you allow it I would like to invite her to have coffee on Saturday afternoon.”
Of course Igor had booked the best hotel in Town, a Westin, and a limo service to be picked up at the airport.
Everything went fine until the check in.
Judith and her daughters sat in the sofas at the reception area whilst Igor was doing the check in procedure.
Judith was a pretty brunette, 5 feet and some inch tall, who used to dress Prada or Armani and spent more money on hair care than the average Russian salary. The results, but, justified every spent ruble. She looked gorgeous. Her daughters, still identical, were taller than their mom, dark blond and parading figures that would allow them to be a star on any chosen catwalk.
They didn’t really pay attention to anything, happily chattering between them.
Igor Simanov had booked a suite and was treated as the honorable guest he was.
“Mr. Simanov” before giving you the key, as you are an overseas visitor we kindly ask you to follow me for a short mandatory informational video about Hotel norms and other, newer regulations”.
Igor wanted to tell the clerk he was with his family, but the clerk was already marching into a very small, but extraordinary comfortable room.
Shrugging, he sat down and started to watch the movie.
The room was soundproof so he missed the interesting spectacle taking place in the reception area.
As soon as the video room door was closed the SUNPW took the reception area.
SUNPW stands for: Special Unit against Not Performing Women.
It is a special force created after the Law of private ground came into force. Their members are strong and athletic males, mostly ex KGBs, soldiers, former professional boxer, etc.
Colloquially they are referred to as: Sun Power.
This unit was created due to the difficulty some older or weaker men experienced when trying to enforce their lawful pretensions on their rebellious womenfolk.
The Westin, as most of the luxury hotels, had a small button with the Icon of a sun wearing sunglasses next to the keyboard. The clerk pressed it three times as soon as he saw the three unrestrained animals wildering freely on the hotel’s luxury sofas.
Whilst Igor was being informed with reality videos that all kind of pets, like cats, women, dogs or birds were only allowed into the guest rooms in cages and should be kept duly restrained when on Hotel ground, his family was getting the same information in a more practical way.
Three Sun power team s, a total of 12 men, suddenly appeared from nowhere and surrounded the unsuspecting creatures.
“What is...” started Ms. Judith Simanova, trying to stand up but a loop around her delicate throat and the subsequent pressure of the sliding knot effectively avoided any further intelligible sound.
Whilst one team member was pulling from the back at her improvised leash another one holds both of the hands for a third one to cuff her wrists. The forth team member was meanwhile tying her ankles.
After cuffing her, the third team member introduced a ball gag into Judith open snout and fixed it behind her head.
The Sun power team members couldn’t avoid, a customer, who entered the building during the capture, to complain to the clerk.
“I thought that in a luxury hotel like yours, this kind of things would not happen” Mr. Thorn sounded really outraged.
“I’m really sorry, Mr. Thorn, but if you want you can express your complaint directly to them” answered the clerk in the most humble voice “or make an official complain to us”.
Mr. Thorn immediately went to the sofa area and without a word slapped poor struggling Judith.
“How you dare” he shouted, facing a total bewildered woman, slapping her face again “to sit on furniture” and another slap hit her face “to dress like a…, like a…, like an autonomous person” one more slap, this one backhand “to bring in overdressed puppies”…
Judith mind was not able to process the whole affair.
5 min ago she was comfortably sitting in a reserved area of a 5 star Hotel chatting with her daughters and now she had been attacked, her daughters were also been reduced and what at first sight seemed a savor was accusing and slapping HER…
“Oswald” sounded a deep manly voice “what’s happening?”
“Harold, don’t you’ve got eyes” Mr. Thorn answered “she is dressed, sitting on the sofa and …”
“DRESSED”
The word rang alarm in Judith’s mind, what were they expecting, her to be naked?”
The Sun power men were finishing their work when Harold lifted her skirt until her waist.
“MMMPPFFF” The noose around her neck tightened and the ball gag was firmly held by its straps whilst Harold and Oswald, two men in their fifties impeccably dressed in suits, charcoal the first and dark blue the second one, inspected her underwear.
“I can’t believe it, this bitch is wearing panties!” Exclaimed Harold and immediately proceeded to strip away tearing apart the offensive cloth.
Judith couldn’t believe it. Standing in an open space, at daylight, with people passing by she had been assaulted, tied and was now stripped and groped without any interference.
Another mpppppp meant keep your hands to yourself when Oswald cupped her most intimated part and probed introducing a finger.
Then, for a moment, she stopped fighting; it was the shock of seeing her daughters getting the official Westin’s outfit for females.
Olga’s was almost finished. Her daughter, who came dressed in jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt was now wearing high heeled black boots till over the knee, then nothing, NOTHING until the waist: her young, nicely trimmed, blond cunt was openly displayed.
The next cloth was a big, 5.5 inch wide black leather belt that adorned, no, not adorned, constrained Olga’s waist. Laterally fixed to that belt were two leather mittens effectively trapping her daughter’s hands.
In wide letters she read WESTIN on the belt. A ring was fixed between the S and the T.
Olga’s generous and firm tits were also uncovered, at least they would have been uncovered if one man of the SUN PW squad would not have been mauling them from behind.
A 4 inch wide collar, which practically immobilized her head, enclosed her delicate neck.
It also spotted a ring.
An enormous ball gag was stuffed into Olga’s mouth.
Harold and Oswald also thoroughly fondled her daughters, ignoring their animalistic shrieks and grunts. Before leaving, they enthusiastically spanked her for her misbehavior, coloring her ass as red as her face.
Igor left the video room with a tent in his trousers. The video did not only show norms and rules, but also offered wide possibilities for any male guest. So, for instance, it connected live with the storage room where a voice in off explained detailed whereabouts about the present caged women and the accessibility regime their partners put them through, most of them were 100% available for hotel guests during their storage time, some of them even to staff members .
Chained to a wall next to the video room Igor found his family. They were dressed in the official Westin outfit.
Weekend
When Jody finally managed to phone Holly she had been living for three days in the hotel.
During her phone call her two daughters were being toyed with by the sons of Igor’s business associated and she had just being fucked by one of them whilst she had applied all her recently improved oral technique on another ones tool.
Her days in the Westin had been her worst nightmare and all she hoped was to be able to phone her sister to be allowed to move in with her, for as long as Igor needed to stay in the States.
Igor, who had always loved the States, was now the biggest fan of the new politics and he didn’t want to spoil the fun he was having in the hotel sharing or exchanging his family for other, also high rated, female flesh.
It was Boris, the man who had just fucked his wife and the father of two of the teenagers who were bluntly abusing Olga and Katya, who persuaded him to allow her to make the phone call.
“Don’t worry, my friend,” he had told him” there’s not a single red blooded man in our country who is not taking advantage of these wonderful laws, and for sure your brother in law will know how to keep your family on his premises without spoiling the fun.”
“I’ve no doubt about him “Igor had replied “but his wife is quite a troublemaker”
“Igor, come on” Boris was smiling as the famous Cheshire cat “this is America. In here, NO woman is a troublemaker, at least not anymore. Some of them make noises, yes ; specially when their former black gardener fucks them in the ass in front of their family and friends at lunchtime, or they shriek like pigs when their kids bring home some school friends and a pack of Doberman to fuck their Mother and sisters whilst they watch, play or participate. But trouble, no; no trouble at all.”
“And one thing more” Boris added “you’ll get to sample your sister in law, I personally guarantee for it. And not just once.”
After such convincing arguments and once the deal was closed, everybody relaxed, and Judith was finally allowed to phone her sister.
Well, Katya who was squatting up and down on a champagne bottle impaling herself for Boris eldest son’s amusement didn’t look very relaxed and Olga who was getting a free depilation, with pliers, of her cunt applied by the other kids still seemed a little bit stressed also
Judith who had been fucked and passed around for hours should be relaxed by now if not for the pain caused be the new nose ring she just got or the position she was told to adopt to make the phone call.
She had to tiptoe in front of Ricky, another associate, with one foot on the table and suffer any indignities Ricky decided to carry out on her exposed sex whilst speaking to her sister.
And Ricky was kind of inventive.
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