The
Law of Private Ground
Introduction
If
our government has been outstanding for something through history, that is for
sure it’s exceptional capability in finding whom to blame: On which group to focus the population’s rage
for their own misdeeds.
The
fact would be rather trivial if not cause they use to carry it out in such a
superb way that the citizen really believe that all their problems were de
facto related to and caused by that designed group, acting in consequence.
It’s not important at all
that this focus has switched from Indians to the black population, from
Communists to Muslims, from Russians to Arabs, always the group in the hurricane’s
eye suffered for it, with everybody abusing and nobody defending them.
It happens that once again
the citizens were unhappy, unruly, close to civil war. Too many taxes, too much
stress, everywhere they found restricting laws and problems. The lawmaker
themselves were lost in a quagmire of interests and interpretations. The hyper-regularization was only bringing
chaos. The government realized, too late as always, that
it’s impossible to fulfill the conflicting wishes of too different groups. Nobody
was happy and if the situation worsens there would be riots, plunder, rapes and
murders.
The point was to find a new
enemy, a group to which the main population would easily have access to discharge
their rage.
President Morrison came up
with the main idea after a quarrel with his wife. He, the most powerful man in
world could not even have a smoke after lunch because of his wife’s endless
complaining. He, the President of the
Suddenly, realization dawned.
Women were the BIG PROBLEM. They were out of control and worse, trying to
control everything.
“We need new laws” he told
his closest collaborators “lets to prepare the ground for it”.
New TV programs emerged, new
forums, a new way of telling the news, new laws and absolutely new regulations;
it was the beginning of a New Era.
One of those regulations was
nicknamed “My home my Castle” cause in the typical unintelligible legal jargon it sanctioned any measure a (male) ground
owner would take on his ground;
Another
one was nicknamed as “peacemaker” and was a kind of zero tolerance regulation with
any disturbing attitude, quarreling or rebellion.
The Mecklers
Holly was in her kitchen
preparing supper. Sitting at the desk, her husband, Henry, looked at her and
realized once again how pretty she really was.
She was nearly
In fact their daughter
Molly (17) was taking after her mother and at first glance they looked confusingly
similar, like sisters or even twins.
Both of them had got black hair
and green eyes, were slim but well endowed in their upper department; their
long legs and round asses were also a plus. All in all, both were really
pretty.
When Henry had married her
14 years ago, both were young single parents. She cause
of a divorce and him a widower with two little boys.
“Holly, today in the office
we’ve had great fun” he told his wife.
“Really?” She asked without stooping cooking.
“Oh, yes, you remember
Martina, the blonde one in HR? He asked and went on when he saw she nodded
“today we’ve stripped her naked, collared her like a bitch and walked her
through the office on a leash, on her fours.” He explained as if explaining a
football match. Ronnie, the concierge,
even stuck a feather duster into her blonde cunt, and made her wiggle it like a
happy bitch…
Holly was horrified, but
lately it was somehow politically correct to publicly humiliate grown up women.
So she kept silent and just nodded again. She remembered that just a few days
ago on TV the young news reporter misspelled twice an Arabic name and on the
spot her male colleague administered a spanking on her naked ass. He made her
strip totally, fondled her to his heart content and than after parading her
around, he spanked her. All this happened in front of the running cameras and
in prime time. There was no “kid
warning” and in the way the cameramen filmed her colleague’s spanking you could
easily have taught a complete course of female anatomy.
Engrossed in her thoughts
she missed some of Henry’s next sentences “… has established funny rules at
office” He finished saying. She didn’t dare to ask about them and went on
preparing her family’s supper.
Molly, Martin (16) and
Michael (18) came in like a whirlwind. The latter drove his siblings home making
Molly wait for him and Martin to take their karate lessons.
The boys were in best mood,
whilst Molly clearly showed she’d just stopped crying.
“Mom, its horrible” Molly
started in a low voice “I don’t want to go to school or at least give me enough
money to come home on my own”
“Help me to put the table
and then explain us what’s so disturbing” her mother said moving around the
kitchen.
Finally the whole family
was sitting at the big wooden desk in the dining room. Father and sons used the
sofa and watched TV, mother and daughter in front of them, on chairs. Behind
them on the left was a big plasma screen and on the right the door to the rest
of the house.
“What’s it to you, Molly,
my heart” Asked Holly really caring about her daughter.
“The boys at school, the
teacher, and my grades…”she started crying again“… and Martin and Michael…”
Some hick-ups came up.
“Keep quiet Molly, keep
quiet” Her mother embraced her warmly. She could understand that her daughter
had problems with boys, grades and teacher, but what happen with Martin and
Michael?
She decided to ask her sons
right there.
“Michael, please tell us
why Molly is crying? What have you
done?”
“Mom, come on, that’s not
important now” came the lenient answer “we are watching the news”
“MICHAEL” she shouted “I
don’t care about the news, why is your sister crying?
“Well, ahm,
it’s …” He stuttered.
“She had problems accepting
the new car rules” came Martin’s prompt answer.
Martin, even being the youngest one has always
been the leader. He was stronger built than his brother and for sure he had got
the higher IQ.
“Car
rules?” “What kind of bullshit is
it?” Holly’s voice denoted real anger.
“Darling, calm down” Henry
intervened “putting a hand on hers “let the boys explain it”.
“Today at
school, Mr. Washington, our social
sciences prof.” Martin started “explained the new laws and he
pointed out that the best way of showing ownership is imposing rules”
“Yes”
Michael enthusiastically shouted “In our classroom he even made a practical
demonstration”
“A practical demonstration?” Henry’s interest was real.
He perfectly knew how they (the men at his office) were bending these new rules
in their own benefit.
“Yes, Daddy, a practical demonstration.” Michael, normally more the
quiet type, was ecstatic remembering it.
Holly
had no interest in knowing about that practical demonstration, her real concern
was about her daughter.
“Martin,
what kind of horrible rules have you devised” she asked her younger son.
“Mom,
is it Michaels car or not? Martin asked.
“Of
course, but…”
“Then
he is free to make new rules come into force, isn’t he?”
“MARTIN”
Holly was getting angry “stop talking bullshit and explain what the hell has
happened”.
“I
enforced a no-panties-rule” Michael quietly said. “In my car no female is
allowed to wear panties, anymore”
“You
are nuts…” their mother started, but she was interrupted by Martin, somehow
encouraged by his fathers smile.
“Mom,
we didn’t make her throw them away, we kindly permitted her to bring them
home.”
“They
stuffed my used panties into my mouth…” came a crying
intervention from Molly.
“Ahh”, Michael remembered” and in MY CAR no female is
allowed to talk if not answering a direct question”.
Holly
was out of herself. “You are both grounded” she shouted and…
“Darling
you’ve no right to treat MY BOYS like this” It was the first time he made a
distinction between their kids and Molly feared the worst.
“You
perfectly know their conduct is according to law and if they think that in
their car no female is to talk or wear panties I sanction it.” Henry’s voice
was stern and firm. Molly was softly crying, the boys widely smiling, but Holly
wouldn’t accept her defeat so easily.
“Henry,
darling, my god, Molly is like their sister you can’t be serious…”
“I’m
dead serious; in fact I herewith declare these same rules coming into force in
30 seconds” He said banging his fist on the table. “And” he added “any male
when in this house is allowed to check as he sees fit the correct performance
of these rules.
“HENRY”
Holly shouted and wanted to add something else.
“15
secs left, darling, or I give you both something to
really cry about”
Holly
hurriedly stripped of her panties. Molly didn’t move.
“Molly?”
Henry menacing asked.
Martin
stood up and lifted his step-sisters skirt showing a nicely trimmed, young
cunt. He patted it with his left hand and stuck the hem of the skirt into the
waistband.
Martin
has been fancying his step-sister for years. When he occasionally had brushed
her clothed ass or tits and got a boner from it. And now he was casually
patting his sister’s nude cunt and in front of his parents; the smallest
contact with his trapped and pulsing cock would end in an uncontrollably cumming.
Molly
was so ashamed she didn’t react. Here she stood in front of her whole family
showing her most private parts, and worst getting patted as a lap dog. Neither
the fact that she should keep her skirt raised,
showing all the time her young pussy to father and brothers did nothing to
comfort her.
Holly
was about telling her son to stop molesting his sister when Michael tried luck
raising her skirt also.
“Michael”
she cried “stop that”
Wupp! Wupp!
Ahhhhhhhh!
Henry
had spanked her ass, twice, and with his slipper.
“Let
him make sure you are not cheating, darling. Visually and manually” He added.
“But
Henry you know I…”
“Wow
Martin look at this” Michael shouted when a perfectly denuded cunt came into
view.
“…shave”
Holly finished her sentence in deep shame.
Michael
wasn’t bold enough to fondle his step-mom but Henry encouraged both his sons to
make sure she wore really nothing. Martin immediately placed his hand on
cupping all her twat and inevitably came into his pants, then
Michael also felt his step-mom nether lips, more caressing than cupping
The Diaz
“…but what the hell have you
done with all that money?” Maria angrily confronted her husband. “We were
saving it for our daughters’ college” Maria couldn’t just believe her eyes when
she had opened the annual balance of their daughters’ savings. There were
nearly 25000 $ missing.
“I spent it” was Ramon’s
laconic answer. Ramon Diaz, 35 y/o worked for a large shipyard. He had started
there 17 years ago as longshoreman and he still looked like one:
His actual job was a lot
better and better paid but his friends were still the same.
His petite, blond wife looked
angrily at her dark-haired husband and not satisfied with his answer she went
on inquiring: “You spent it? You spent it? What for?”
How could he be so insensible?
“Well…Mike, Robby, Dan the
Fat,
“The Club? What rotten place is “The Club”? A
dive? A whorehouse? A…a …. a
screw-track?.”
“Maria, please, there we meet
with Tatiana, Robby’s second wife and Mike’s twin daughters, Melanie and
Jennifer.”
“But, the money is gone, my
god, you egoist, you swine, you …”
“Maria, shut up” He
suddenly cut of her verbal excesses “I
do what I want with my money”
“Your
money…?” She wanted to argue but again he told her to shut up.
“Yes,
my money, you perfectly know it’s my money.”
“And
if you want to know about “The Club” you’ll know, you’ll certainly know” his
voice was low but the hidden menace chilled Maria to the bones “… and Mandy and
Fanny will also know” He finished leaving the house through the same door he
had come in five minutes before.
“No,
Darling, wait I was just…”
He
was gone.
“…surprised”
finished Maria near to tears.
Yes
she knew how things were now. She was suffering the changes each day at work
(not to talk about wage cut), on public transport or wherever she met people.
Every bloody evening she patiently listened to her daughters relating the
injustices they were going through. ‘Damned Morrison’ she thought.
“Ding
dong” The doorbell rang.
“Darling
I…” her voice died in her throat.
At
the door there were 4 enormous policemen.
“Ms
Maria Diaz?”
“Yeees ?,
Its me” She answered whimpering.
“Your
husband has brought a lawsuit against you for picking a quarrel. Please turn
around. You are arrested.”
Even
before she could react she felt the handcuffs on her wrists.
“But,
I, please let
me at least change into…”
“Unruly
prisoner” Another policeman barked and without further ado he shoved a gigantic
ball-gag into her still talking mouth.
Finally
she got a bark-collar and then unceremoniously she was lead by a leash through
her front garden to the waiting police van.
She
felt deeply humiliated. Some neighbors were looking as she was lead away
handcuffed and on a leash, she felt like …like a bitch. Mr. Meckler even waved
his hand happily. He called his wife to
show her the fate of rebellious women. She immediately started caressing his
growing cock whilst he enjoyed his neighbors fall from grace. She was rapidly
learning to adjust to his new draconian house rules.
The
police van wasn’t empty.
“In
you hop” One of the cops said and half slapped half showed her ass in.
Fixed
by their collars to the van 3 women looked at her when the rear door opened.
They were gagged, handcuffed and uncomfortably tiptoeing over a horizontal bar
cruelly cutting into their most private parts.
Soon
she too was tiptoeing over a bar. They had manhandled her with expertise but
with no respect, as if adjusting furniture or assembling a mockup. During her
positioning they fingered her slit, fondled her cunt and groped her ass, but
they did it as if part of their job.
She
was sweating and whimpering when finally they arrived
the City Court.
Some
hours later she was brought into a hall marked as “Court for Ultimate National Trials”. She was no expert in
Laws, but the word “Ultimate” meant there would be no possibility of retrial.
He
eyed her up and down as looking at a criminal. There she stood in white
sneakers, jeans and a red top, not to mention the bark-collar, ball-gag and
cuffs.
“Your
offense is serious Ms. Diaz” he started sternly looking at her “This country
cannot afford any more agitators and you should learn your place in society”
With a movement of his head he indicated the guard to remove the prisoner’s
gag.
“Is
there anything you would add in your deplorable defense?” He asked with a
hidden mocking tone.
“Your
highaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh….” She was cramping on the
floor wetting herself. The bark-collar didn’t allow
louder tons then whispers.
“Well
I see… unyielding” He said and made a gesture for her to be re-gagged.
“As
for your offense I sentence you to 3 years of social work at your home nearest
facility, but for your inexcusable behavior at court I sentence both your
daughters to realize the same labors you’ll do, but at their college and home.”
‘Guilty,
she has been found guilty’ it was hard to swallow. She meekly followed the tug
of her leash ‘but at least I’ve been sentenced to social work and not to
prison’
Once
at home and after a shower and a coffee she read the terms of her sentence.
‘It’s not as bad as it seemed’ she thought: ‘Social work at her spare time for
three years.’ Uniform and further instructions would be provided by the
facility. She wasn’t familiar with the facilities’ address. It was not the
beggar’s hospice, nor the old people’s home.
‘Well
I see’ she thought.’ The only annoying thing was her bark-collar; she was not
allowed to remove it for the next three years.
Now
she understood the collars she saw each time often. They were not in fashion;
they were imposed by law, but being humiliating nobody talked about.
Another
black point was her daughters’ sentence. ‘How could they carry out the same
labors at college? Perhaps helping in the dining room, cleaning, etc. ‘Yeah’
she thought ‘It may even be convenient after all’
The
evening was uneventful. She informed her husband in a low voice and he just
nodded. Jenny (16) and Mandy (17) came crying from school and they were more
interested in relating their experiences than in listening to their mother.
Social Work
“Maria
Diaz it is, isn’t it?” Mr. Steven Taylor asked and without awaiting an answer
he sentenced “I hope you understand that here in my Club you do as told or you
face again the Judge with your ass looking like a Zebra”
Maria
just nodded. He stood up and inspected her walking around and slightly touching
here and there.
“There’s
your uniform” he said pointing at a small chair in the corner with some
clothing item on it.
Maria
looked at her uniform and didn’t know if to laugh or to cry. How on earth was
she supposed to serve drinks and other entertainments dressed like that? Her
bark-collar, ultra-high heeled boots, fishnets, a leather corset, a cap and
long rubber gloves, everything in dark, shiny black. That was all, her tits
would be on display same as her pussy and ass.
“You’ll
start on Monday” the Club owner, told her now blatantly fondling her ass. “The
first week you’ll be attending tables just to warm up, afterwards your duties
will be extended”
Mr.
Whilst
she was battling with her costume and her own pride he read again the sentence
of his new employee.
‘It
would be nice to have a look at her daughters’ he thought imagining them in the
club’s uniform.
“Stand
here next to me,” he said when finally she appeared wearing her humiliating
clothes “hands behind your back, open your legs, yeah, nice”. His hand slowly
fingered the humiliated housewife’s slit. “Perhaps we shave it off. Would you
like it? He questioned looking at her.
Ashamed
she shook her head. That wasn’t what she expected when sentenced to social
work. ‘How many people were going to see her naked?”
‘Has she been sentence to become a community whore?”
‘My
god, Amanda and Jenny are sentenced to THIS?” Nooo,
not to this, my god…!
Her
thoughts frightened and somehow excited her, this fact added to Mr. Steven’s knowing finger made her suddenly aware of an
mounting orgasm.
Mr.
Taylor had noticed she was slightly fucking herself on his fingers and slowly
increase the rhythm.
“My
god I’m cumming” she whispered and clenching both her
legs together she rocked on his hand.
The
interview was over and with a hard slap on her as she went home.
On
Monday she was to find at the Club entrance exact that picture: She in her
uniform cumming on Mr. Taylor’s hand.
The
picture’s dimension was at least 2 x
The
Club was in full swing when suddenly she recognized her husband’s co-workers.
She prayed to be struck by a lightning but instead of she was called by
The
fact that her thumbs were trapped by the tray made it impossible for her to
shield her parts or to avoid any advance made on her by whomever and the
bark-collar impeded her to tell them to stop.
There
she stood, in her uniform, facing Mike, Robby, Danny and
Like this she got aroused
and her moistening slit was clearly visible, even in that half-light. Her high
heels protruded it further as if asking for attention. Attention she was
getting.
“Hi,
Maria, nice to meet you” he said and without standing up he boldly proceeded to
fondle the naked ass of his co-workers wife.
“I
like your outfit” Said Robby stretching out his left hand and totally cupping
her pussy with it.
Mike,
who now stood behind her, cupped both her tits and said “Yeah, Rob, a lot
better than what she used to dress before”
“Please, please” she
whimpered not daring to raise her voice cause of the collar.
She knew these men, she
considered them friends, kind of, but now they seemingly considered her lower,
to low indeed to show any respect. Danny or Dan the Fat as his friends used to
call him commented about her blonde bush whilst softly fingering her exposed
labia.
She felt totally humiliated
and when Dan the Fat commented she was moist down there raising laughter, she
could have died on the spot.
Finally they ordered their
drinks and she was dismissed with a smack on her ass.
Ramon wasn’t lying when he
said that at The Club they met Tatiana and the Monroe Twins. She recognized
Tatiana when serving some beers at her husband buddy’s table. The impressive
Russian was on her four blowing Danny whilst Mike was mind absently finger
fucking her. Tatiana’s husband, far from being jealous, was getting his cock
cared by Mike’s daughters. With both of them sitting astride facing him,
Melanie on his left and Fanny on his right leg, he enjoyed both: their young
cunts and the spectacle of his former pride wife giving head to his friend.
Whilst she stood there
getting her ass fondled by
‘My god she is crawling
like a bitch’ thought Maria suddenly realizing that the bark-collar was more
than just a control device. It was a clear status indicator.
..and
crawled over to Sherman who then, with renewed vigor massaged, fondled ,
pinched and probed Maria’s exposed sex and ass.
If her first day at The
Club had been humiliating a lot worse was her next day at work. Well, to tell
truth it got worse as soon as she got home. If women in that new political
climate had fewer rights than before, collared women seemed to have none.
On the bus she really
didn’t pay attention to the continuous, more or less evident, hands molesting
her. After a whole afternoon suffering probing and evil finger on and in her
most private parts, an occasionally cupping of her ass or brushing of her
breasts was everything but alarming.
“Good evening Ms. Diaz”
Greeted Mr. Meckler when she stepped out of her car, late that afternoon.
She politely nodded with
her head not daring to speak, cause of the damned bark-collar.
“Could you please come over
for a moment?
Even it was a question the
tone was commanding and without talking it would have been difficult to deny,
so she complied.
To be continued…
School
Amanda was sitting in
their classroom talking to her schoolmates when Mr. Osborne came in.
Mr. Osborne was bad
news. Whenever he came into a classroom it meant that somebody was going to
have problems. The fact that he didn’t even try to hide how much loves his job
only made him more odious. He was fat, lecherous and a true sadist. The more he accomplished in making his victim
cry, the brighter his smile got.
The classroom went
silent, the pupils just hoped not to be named right now, better to remain
silent, to become invisible, to disappear than to be called by Mr. Osborne.
“Amanda Diaz, please,”
Mr. Osborne’s horrible voice cut through the silence. Amanda shivered.
Then she stood up and
went to the front.
“Yeees, Mr. Osborne?”
She asked whimpering.
“You’ve been condemned
by our C.U.N.T (Court for ultimate national trials but he pronounced it as if
saying ‘you have been condemned by your cunt’) to do some social works and I
would like to inform you and your classmates about your most immediate tasks.”
The pitching sound of Mr. Osborne’s voice hurt Amanda’s ear, the information
itself hurt her soul”
“First of all” the
unbearable tone went on “change into these and only these clothes” a black
plastic bag he threw at Amanda’s feet “It is your new uniform to clearly
advertise to everybody your new status” Mr. Osborne was effusively drooling and
seeing Amanda was not moving he raised his offensive voice. “COME ON, YOU
STUPID BITCH, MOVE”.
Amanda took the
plastic bag and run into the toilets.
“AMANDA, AMANDA DIAZ”
Mr. Osborne intonation was like a fairy story’s Witch ones.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING SO
LONG?” Again that sound.
Amanda couldn’t, under
no circumstances, permit her classmates see her like that.
She had hastily
changed into her uniform without realizing what it really was. It was a wicked
mix between a cheerleader and a hooker. Red high heeled sandals and yellow
legwarmers dressed her legs until the knee; her whole thigh remained nude; just
when the eye would see her bare crotch started a red and yellow skirt. This one
was so extremely short that Amanda feared her sex and ass would remain
partially uncovered. With her midriff exposed the outfit finished with a red
micro top and two elbow length yellow gloves.
“AMANDA!” The
abominable voice was demanding “KOMM !” ‘Komm’ thought Amanda. This swine is
using the German command for dogs to call me.
After some more
hesitations a deeply ashamed Amanda showed up.
The rest of the school
day was a vivid nightmare. Mr. Osborne first made her parade around. With one
hand he was firmly holding her upper arm whilst his other hand freely fondled
her naked ass.
For Mr. Osborne the
new legislation was gold and since the director was listening to him regarding
some important matters he knew what this school would look like shortly.
His hand freely
cupped, pinched and caressed the ‘untouchable’ ass of Miss Diaz, and in not few
occasions his fingertips enjoyed her wet slit.
First Amanda was too
embarrassed to protest, and let Mr. Osborne feel her up to his heart’s content
but when Emil, a schoolmate, tried to also cup her ass she jump forward
shrieking.
Mr. Osborne was
waiting for this to happen; he slapped her face, repeatedly and told her
shouting, that she was here to make her schoolmates feel good.
“If they feel good
feeling you up, than you let it happen. No” he corrected himself “than you
encourage them to do so” He barked. “And now” he went on “we are going to
practice it”.
Amanda had to go to
each of her schoolmates (boys and girls) and asked them what she could do to
make them feel good, starting with Emil.
He made her lift her
micro-skirt to show him her well trimmed cunt. Ashamed to the utmost she slowly
raised the hem exposing her virginal sex to her classmates. Olive, sitting next
to Emil, first shyly touched her mates most intimate parts but ended wanting to
stick her wooden ruler into Mandy’s fuck-hole.
Mr. Osborne kindly helped
them to make it fit and ordered a crying Mandy not to touch it. And so it went on, she was felt up, her tits
were kneaded, and her ass got slaps; she was brought to orgasm for her own
shame and the class’ diversion.
The boys were
touchier, the girls (knowing exact what she was feeling) enjoyed more debasing
her. In fact the first public (and humiliating) orgasm she had ever experienced
was induced by girls. Their knowing fingers made her squirm naked under the
attentive regard of her schoolmates until she came. The applause and cheers hid
her constant whimpering. All the boys spotted proud erections and with no blood
left for the brain, poor Amanda was subjected to all kind of indignities.
Surprisingly nobody tried to fuck her.
The teachers of the
next subjects made her stand facing the classroom with her cunt on show. They
groped and patted her or made her kneel next to the student who gave the last
correct answer, for him to enjoy her goodies. Never the participation in class had
been so enthusiastic.
However the worst
moment of the afternoon was when after classes she met her sister Jenny. Jenny
was disguised as a bitch. She was crawling on her fours, leashed, gagged and
with all her assets on show. They made Amanda take the leash and board the
school bus like that, but still they weren’t allowed to go home; they had to
attend a party Martin Meckler had organized.
Martin, who not only
had heavily abused both his neighbors, but had also humiliatingly, exhibited
his own older sister as a decoy to make his party as crowded as possible got a
positive response. More than twenty boys, some with girlfriends, and some few
girls (on their own) were coming.
Neighbors,
A big wooden sign hung
over Mr. Meckler’s door:
FEMALES
This
is private ground
And if in you walk
Then bare your mound
And don’t dare to talk.
‘What the hell is
this’ she thought and tried to move backwards.
“Jenny and Mandy are
inside” Henry informed her in a quiet voice, “I just wanted to show you part of
their Social Work.”
Jenny! Mandy! Maria
was alarmed. She went into Mr. Meckler’s house. Still at the dwell Mr. Meckler
slapped her ass, hard.
“Can’t you read,
bitch?” He angrily shouted and pointed the sign. “Don’t you know about the law
of private ground, cunt?”
Maria ashamed reached
under her dress and lowered her panties. Red as a tomato she stepped out of
them and bended down to take them.
“Let them there” Mr.
Meckler said and without further ado, the before so correct Mr. Meckler, stuck
his hand between Ms. Diaz’ legs “Cuntrol” he said with a smile. Lift your dress
for inspection.
To be fondled by her
neighbor was embarrassing, but to have to show him her most private parts was a
lot more humiliating.
Slowly she raised her dress and showed her
fine, blonde and pretty abused cunt.
“Nice” he said and proceeded to cup it without
asking permission. “Now you are house-trained.”
Maria’s levels of
anxiety were growing by moments. Mr. Meckler was in cold blood fondling her, the
noise coming from the dining room indicated there was a party in full swing,
and her beloved daughters were there, both panty-less in accordance to that
sign.
At first sight the
party looked like any other party: loud music, some couples dancing, boys and
girls sitting on chairs or the sofa talking and drinking lemonades or cokes.
Maria sighted relieved.
There were at least 20
people and no sign of anything strange happening. Perhaps the dancing boys,
knowing their partners were bare under their clothes, tried to cup a feel of
some ass. The girls, a little bit ashamed of their situation were less harsh
rejecting the bold advances of their schoolmates.
But, some groping
apart, all in all, it was a normal party; well at least till Ms. Meckler
brought some more snacks. She wore a long, red satin dress, which crossed over
her chess. It was a very elegant dress and for sure an expensive one. The
abnormality was that the slit was held excessively open having fixed both end
to her silver, ankle-laced high heeled sandals. As a result she showed her legs
till her belly bottom.
In short, in a room
full of teen-aged boys Ms. Meckler was parading around with her cunt on show.
Hey isn’t that Maria
Diaz, the bitch?” the voice and the tone were unmistakable: Patrick Lawson.
Or as she used to joke
“Patrick outlaw, soon”
Last summer, Patrick
had tried to date Mandy. In fact he’s got the looks to date anybody he wishes:
blond long hair, dark blue eyes, athletic body, over
Maria had literally
kicked him out menacing to call the police when she discovered him at their front
door forcibly kissing her daughter and inconsiderately groping her.
Groping once again
Mandy’s ass and even slapping Maria’s buttocks whilst calling her ‘jealous
bitch-in-heat’ he went away, murmuring an unintelligible menace.
‘Oh, no, not him, not
now, not here’ Maria thought fearing again for her tender daughters.
Maria hasn’t yet
recovered nor from the visual impact of Ms. Meckler lewd display nor from seeing
again Patrick when Molly came in with her two brothers. No, wrong, when her two
brothers brought in Molly.
“Hi, Ms. Diaz” Patrick
greeted the mother of his ex-girlfriend “came to help Jen and Mandy?” he
casually asked starting to fondle her ass as if they were a couple. Than seeing
her glaze on Molly he commented.
“Ah, dolly, I’ve been
told she wanted to outsmart the house rules so Mr. Meckler imposed some more
rules on her.”
“Dolly? Rules? She
weakly asked” Maria’s brain was not processing all the information it was
getting.
Molly, or Dolly as she
had been officially renamed, was dressed as a doll, a doll for adults, a
sex-doll. Two bunches, a lot of make-up and a ring-gag made her face look like
a sex-shop sign.
Michael was leading
her on a leash. A leash fixed, not to a collar, (she wasn’t wearing any) but to
a big golden ring surgically fixed to her thorax, whilst Martin, from behind,
cupped and toyed with both her nude big tits.
“The boys have pepped
her up for the party” Patrick commented having moved his hand and now fingering
her slit..
‘Pepped up!’ ‘A funny
way to describe her’ thought Maria not knowing how to escape Patrick’s
insidious fingers.
Dolly was practically
naked. Her arms were restrained behind in a black elbow-length single glove
which ended in a ring. She also wore a several inches wide black leather belt.
A thin cord attached to a front hole in the belt passed through and deeply cut
into her bald cunt to be knotted to the glove ring. Two red knee length
stiletto heeled boots finished her outfit.
She knew all these
boys, they were schoolmates and friends and there was nothing she could do to
avoid them seeing her like that, on a leash, showing her cunt, her tits and
being publicly groped by her own step-brother. To worsen things she perfectly
knew that her outfit was a bright invitation to be molested. It didn’t help
either seeing her ex-boyfriend openly groping her mother’s twat whilst loudly
praising Martin and Michael for her outfit.
“What do you think,
Ms. Meckler” Andrew asked “should we shave these off” he said pulling at her
pubic hairs “or do you want to look different than Dolly” Than he went over to
his ex and turning his head to face Molly’s mother he slowly fingered the
daughter’s slit commenting” I’ve to say I prefer her like that, not so stupidly
prudish as she was before.”
When engaged he never
saw her naked nor did he ever touch her bared parts. The most was some dressed
petting whilst kissing. Now he was fingering her moist slit in a room full of
boys and talking to her mother.
Both Mother and
Daughter felt deeply abased but the group whistled, cheered and applauded
Andrew’s comments. Patrick jointed the applause rhythmically hitting Ms. Diaz
buttocks.
The party was long.
Amanda and Jenny appeared in their “school-outfit” and got the immediate
attention. The petting and groping became forced blowjobs and it was Mr.
Meckler who started the fucking.
Ms. Diaz wanted to
save her daughters and offered herself to be fucked by her neighbor. He happily
agreed and putting her on her fours slowly began with the act.
Patrick than took
Jenny’s leash and made her kiss her mother. After some convincing spanking she
was French kissing her. The show was hot, Patrick looked at it finger fucking
Mandy and mauling her, whilst she was stroking his erect cock. Ms. Meckler was
sandwiched between two boys, Andrew and Rolf, they were molesting her to the
utmost whist she cared for their tools. In a same position was Dolly. The other
boys, infected somehow by the ambiance groped and kissed their girlfriends as
never before. These later, also overheated, let it happen. Even single boys and
girls found together. Well, single boy’s hands easily found free female
buttocks and free cocks found caring hands.
Jenny couldn’t protest
( she was still French kissing her mother) when her neighbor Martin joined his
father in “fucking the Diaz” and mounted her, also doggie style. Amanda got her
first fuck from her ex, than from Molly’s ex whilst being forced to suck
Molly’s cunt.
And so on, they left
the party almost naked, with Jenny still on her fours.
TV Show
Society was changing,
but even these small and insignificant changes hurt some sensibilities and got
opposition. One of the strongest opposing forces were a radical feminist group
called D.O.L.L (Defending Our Legal Limits) they said strange things like “a
woman has got inalienable rights disregarding on which ground she moves” or
“human rights of women should prevail over private propriety” .
The most known
figure and leader of the movement was Miss Lucy Klampton. This rich heiress of Klampton
industries was a studied psychiatrist
and at her 29 years a stunning beauty. Her long blonde hair reached until her
small waist. Her natural big and round breasts gave her angel face an erotic
look. A round ass and endless long legs were also parts of her assets, but she
was really of her IQ. Studied in
And it was Miss Lucy, Mr. Steve Stock and Mr. Ted Tillman the three guests
of today’s talk show. Under discussion were “the use and abuse of the Law of
private ground” and not the law itself.
Harry Prince, the host of the show, greeted and presented his guests. The
studio was full, more than full it was bursting at the seams; not a single
empty place could be spotted. “Harry Prince Live" is FONDA’s longest-running interview program. The
show features guests from across the gamut of business, entertainment and
politics with its now-famous mix of interviews and topical discussions.
Adapted
to the times the program had its own dressing and behavior code, and so, per
example the hostesses wear short transparent dresses hiding nothing of their
shaved and beautiful bodies.
The
audience is also subjected to these norms, but the studio offer an enormous
variety in dresses and skirts for the female guests to change and dress
according the norms without looking all alike.
The debate promised to be one of the hottest for decades and all the
televisions were running. The streets were empty and the sofas packed.
Mr. Tillman, judge of C.U.N.T was the first in explaining his position.
He was comfortable sitting in an armchair and patted the hostess’ bum (on and
under their dresses) each time they brought water or coffee. He defended the
actual “status quo”. His arguments were statistics and popularity.
According to him there’s a clear correlation between the application of
the new regulations and a sudden drop in figures related to: murder, accident,
rape, sexual harassment and violence in general.
He told about social miracle and labeled all the law opponents as
potential criminals. To finish his introduction he mentioned the last opinion
poll: 92% percent firmly supported the regulations.
Mr. Stock, republican senator, NRA (national rifle association) and WFP
(women for pleasure) president was the next in explaining his ideas. He was
also sitting in a comfortable armchair opposed to Mr. Tillman’s. His hands
explored the hostess’ body without any modesty, they, well trained, never
failed smiling and even playfully squeezed his raising cock
He wasn’t against the law but he wanted the politicians to keep the
control. Not a myriad of micro-regulations in each village but a consensus and
some fix regulation promoted and sanctioned by the mayor. Like this, he argued,
it would be easier for our womenfolk to know and follow the rules.
His arguments were logical and solid, his model more mathematic.
“How” he rhetorically asked “can a woman do her duties when the office,
the supermarket, the cinema and her home have different and maybe conflicting
laws” The word law was underlined with a hard slap on the hostess’ (actually
over his lap) naked buttock.
Finally Mr. Prince asked Miss Klampton about her point of view, not
before severely correcting her posture and behavior. Lucy had been placed in a
very short wooden chair, so short that to keep balance she was forced to obscenely
open her legs.
The studio had dressed her in knee
length, shiny, high heeled, black boots, a black mini skirt and a semi
transparent black blouse. No underwear was allowed. She was sitting just before
and under Harry’s pulpit, facing the audience and the camera. To her diagonal
left was Mr. Tillman, and to her right Mr. Stock.
“Sit straight, hands in your lap and stop playing with the hem of your
skirt” Harry angrily told an ashamed Miss Klampton who was trying to minimize
the exhibition of her blonde patch. A blonde twat the camera had zoomed on
(with incredible sharpness), specially after being corrected in her
posture.
Her posture (the intellectual one) was against the law, or at least
against the misuse of it. In her allegation she said that never the aim
justifies the means. She argued that Mr. Tillman’s statistics were absolutely
wrong, that she could see more violent acts carried out on women than ever
before. She pointed out that the poll Mr. Tillman mentioned were only taken
between the male population.
“Look at me” she said without realizing that that’s exact what the whole
audience was doing “isn’t it unfair and somehow violent with my privacy?”
“Your privacy?” Mr. Harry Prince mockingly asked “what kind of privacy?”
The audience applauded.
“I mean Mr. Tillman and Mr. Stock are sitting in…”
If the program was the longest-running interview program it was cause of Mr. Prince sharpness.
“You
mean your privacy is affected by how the other guests are sitting?” Harry
ridiculed her last words, having cut off her micro.
She was about answering, when Mr. Prince asked her to better expose her
melons. “I’m sure our audience is more interested in them than in your blah,
blah, blah” he said, receiving heavy applause.
Miss Klampton didn’t stop talking (the micro remained closed), nor did
she expose her tits as requested, used to rather tell people what to do, than
to be told.
To be continued…
TV show…more
Some time ago, Miss Klampton
would for sure have won the debate. We’ve seen it in infinite talk shows, one
guest arguing better, being better informed led to other guests getting angry,
shouting or even trying to hit the opponent; but that’s history.
This kind of violence
has been uprooted.
Nowadays the guests (and
the public) sign an obedience clause which clearly stipulates they have to
follow whatever direction they get from the host. The TV building is private
ground.
If Mr. Tillman was
getting upset by Lucy’s impertinent tone he never failed to smile just looking
at her, (he could perfectly make out the blonde’s crotch) in fact the smile
grew considerably when he listened to Mr. Prince’s order.
Mr. Stock, well
occupied in molesting and having his cock stroked by both the gorgeous
hostesses, also subscribed the idea Mr. Prince was telling. Her melons were a
lot more interesting than her boring chatter.
“Miss Klampton, stand
up, open your blouse and, for God’s sake, SHUT UP” Harry Prince’s voice let no
margin for doubts.
Lucy was shocked.
She’d endured the outfit, the humiliating chair and the forced exposition of
her most intimate parts to make a national wide call for people to realize the
horrible side effects of that law. And now all she was allowed to do was to
shut up and put her tits on show: exact what she was fighting against.
“……………” Her micro was
still closed, but Harry noted she was not only talking again but stubbornly
defying him, so he made a sign to his assistants.
An advertising of
whips and bridles for a happy marriage interrupted the program for 20 secs.
When the program was
again on two black security guards had taken Lucy between them and were
dragging her to Mr. Tillman.
“Now Miss Klampton,
please lift your skirt and present your …
‘…your cunt’ thought
Lucy and went red.
“…excuses to Mr.
Tillman” Mr. Harry tone was amiable. The audience roared. Laughter,
catcalls, whistles and applause.
On the stage a deeply
ashamed Miss Lucy Klampton coerced by the two unwanted companions raised her skirt
just in front of Mr. Tillman showing him, once again, her pretty pussy.
“You see” Ted said speaking to his opponent
Steve Stock, “how easy thing are when the power remains near the people”. His
left hand was caressing Miss Klampton’s inner thigh from the end of the boot
till the end of her leg to finally explore her most intimate folds.
His right hand firmly
held and mauled Lucy’s ass.
“The law itself is
ineffective if the executors are too far away” He said and winked at the men.
Lucy was dying of shame and rage.
She came to refute
that thesis’ and not to openly be toyed with whilst ‘the gentlemen’ talk
nonsense. She tried to get free of her
captors or evade Ted’s hand. Futile. She wanted the
world to know that this was the kind of violence she wanted to fight, but half
the world had a hard-on, the other half was caring about that one..
Perhaps the female
audience in the studio would have supported their “hero” but as soon the guards
had made their entrance, a silent neon sign had advised the males of the
audience to ball-gag their female companions.
The camera slowly
swept through the audience. Highly erotically dressed (or undressed) women in
different level of bondage were sitting, standing or kneeling next to elegant
dressed men. All the women were gagged with oversized, bright red ball gags,
distorting almost comically their faces. The men took advantage of that fact
and happily fondled those, unconcerned by the discomfort the felt up may feel
being publicly fondled and toyed with by men different to their husbands or
even men they never met before.
“My dear Ted” Steve
answered “I never said the executors should be far away I just postulated to let
the lawmakers make laws, and the people benefit from them.”
“How on earth you want
our sweet Lucy” he went on pointing at Miss Klampton, undisturbed by the fact
that she was desperately struggling with two enormous, black guards forcibly restraining
and gagging her in that precise moment, “to
know how to behave if there’s no clear regulation.”
“She’ll learn” answered
Ted enjoying the spectacle “and with her, the women of the whole nation…”
The spectacle made him
lose the thread of his words.
“…will benefit” He
somehow finished his sentence.
In front of the running
cameras and with a studio full of people, two black security men (former quarterbacks)
were having their time reducing a strong independent, young, blonde, woman to a pathetic, whimpering pet.
One of the guys, Aaron,
after rapidly inserting a ring gag in her shouting mouth, easily lifted the
kicking woman from behind taking her by her tits. Her futile struggles only
increased the eroticism of the show. With her air kicks she allowed the camera
to follow how her sex opened and closed during the process. Derek, the other
brawny guard, easily caught Lucy’s ankles and hold them apart, for his, the
audience’s and the camera’s benefit.
He even moved his nose
close to her cunt and faked a sniffling, the audience broke in applause.
A third guy appeared
on stage. This one was a small white one, perhaps 40 years old, casually
dressed. He was carrying a suitcase full of restraining items.
Whilst he prepared his
tools, the camera focusen on how Mr. Harry Prince’s walked towards the
audience.
“Hi” he greeted a
maybe 16 y/o boy “what’s your name?” Harry said holding the micro for him.
“Hi, I’m Jeff, Jeff
Stahlberg” he proudly answered looking at the camera.
“Nice to meet you,
Jeff, and did you come alone?”
“No, I came with my
mother” he said pointing at the seat behind him, “my uncle, my aunt” he went on
just pointing at the seats next to his mother’s one “and my two cousins” he
finished pointing his thumbs to the left and the right.
The camera zoomed out
to get the whole picture.
A pretty 35 y/o woman
was sitting behind Jeff. Her short black hair nicely framed her pretty face.
There was some family resemblance
between her and her son but, in contrast to his bright smile, she looked
annoyed.
Perhaps she wasn’t
comfortable with an enormous ball gag distorting her otherwise beautiful features
or it was her extremely short skirt worn without underwear what causes that
irritation.
Maybe her
nonconformity was rooted in the way she was forced to sit: totally opened legs,
with her ankles tied together behind the only central leg of her chair enduring
her husband’s brother’s toying middle finger buried into her cunt and his thumb
playing on her clit.
Or it was the fact
that being broadcasted nationwide with all her coworker, neighbors and friends
seeing her abuse made her feel bad.
Who cares? This is
private ground and she’s to bend to the norms.
To the right of Jeff’s
uncle a wide spread kneeling woman, was fucking a beer bottle. The guy sitting
next to her, after thoroughly molesting Jeff’s aunt had placed a beer bottle
between her legs and was now pressing her up and down. Jeff’s uncle had just
smiled at him indicating OK with his thumb.
“Are these your
favorite cousins” Harry squatted down going on with the interview and squeezing
an exposed boob. Boob belonging to Rebecca, Jeff’s older cousin.
“Well, not really”
Jeff answered smiling; both his hands were between his cousins legs fondling,
pinching and squeezing their young cunts.
“Being older than me
they treated me like shit” He said “but thanks to the new legislation our
relationship has improved a lot, hasn’t it’” He rhetorically asked Sally
strongly squeezing Sally’s nether lips. Sally only whimpered.
Mr. Prince patted once
again Rebecca’s exposed sex and stood up again facing the camera.
“As you can see we’ve
just spoken to a young enthusiast of the new regulations randomly picked out
from between our audiences”
He was coming back to stage walking towards
the camera. Behind him the camera showed how hundreds of pretty women were
getting abused by well dressed males.
“We have not forgotten
our three guests” he said and the camera moved to Mr. Stock
“Mr. Stock, our
republican senator, is here defending more control towards the promulgation of
regulations”
Mr. Stock lifted his
champagne glass toasting towards the camera. A nude hostess between his open
legs was giving him a slow blowjob.
“Mr. Tillman, our
Judge” the camera focused on Ted “defends the actual status quo”
“And finally the
position of our third guest is naked on her fours” he seriously said and the
camera focused on Miss Lucy Klampton.
“The true nature of a
person shows sooner or later” Mr. Prince explained whilst the camera lasted on
Miss Klampton. “And for any defying bitch, there comes a time she can’t hide her
bitchiness anymore”
The young leader and
independent woman had been converted into a truly, erotic pet. She was on her
fours, near to immobility. Her long blond hair had been braided into two
bunches and each of them attached to her big toes by a thin nylon cord.
She wore claw like
gloves and knee- protectors. Her calves and tights were held together by a
black leather glove. The nylon attaching her bunches kept her head high,
showing the ring gag she was wearing.
Through that gag her
tongue was totally stretched out with a big golden ring and a bell dangling at
the end of it; she only produced animalistic sounds.
“Miss Lucy Klampton
shows the fate of those who don’t want a better world and stupidly fight against
good and improving laws” Harry’s voice was as neutral as always, even whilst his
fingers were slowly following up Lucy’s moist slit.
Only her eyes denoted
the horror and discomfort she was feeling having her cunt stroked on a TV floor
with total disrespect of her persona. His finger moved insidiously and entered
a few times her sex before moving higher and probing her anus. She whimpered
and shrieked in desperation and tried to flee from his hands; she couldn’t
stand the thought of
She couldn’t allow it , she couldn’t … all that effort made her fart. A fart
registered by Mr. Prince’s micro and joyfully commented. She wanted to … but she
couldn’t move away, couldn’t tell him to stop, couldn’t hide from the cameras,
she couldn’t but endure whatever he decided.
Mr. Prince went on
speaking whilst he fondled to his heart content the third of his guests; he had
decided to make her cum, right there. In prime audience time and in direct. He
humiliatingly got what he searched. The camera clearly showed a pulsing cunt
rocking in the most debasing orgasm she ever had.
He stood up and
resumed once again the different messages his guests were defending..
The debate went on and
finished without a clear winner. Sometimes, when Mr. Stock was too busy fucking
doggie style an utterly debased Miss Klampton it seemed the debate’s winner was
Mr. Tillman; but then he got too involved parading his new doggie around and
teaching her all kind of dirty tricks, what allowed Mr. Stock to regain lost
terrain.
At the end of the
night it seems the judge got the better part out of it: he got a new bitch.
The TV-law clearly
established that any offender could be punished as wished, and Lucy’s
punishment was to become a bitch owned by the last person she showed her
bitchiness.
Judge Ted Tillman left
the studios, walking, with Miss Klampton following on a leash: being (Lucy
Klampton) a famous person a lot of people waited outside and wanted to see,
touch or slap the new pet. Mr. Tillman let it happen till late night. Lucy’s
new life had started.
The local newspaper
published different interviews all saying the same:
‘Yes, in
But there was a unanimous
consideration that ‘here in
To Lucy’s downfall
there were people who labeled her as slut, others just shrug their shoulders or
commented that politics is not for young girls.
To say truth in
Miss Odette Fox was
the librarian of
Never in her life had
she been in conflict with the law; just the idea of it was nightmarish to her.
But laws have changed.
Mr. Oswaldo Domingo
was
As his interest where
about history he often visited the library and of course had noted Odette’s
beauties.
He had once tried to date
her, but she was to shy or to modest to accept. He didn’t succeed.
With the new laws he
tried again to get into her pants and again he got rejected.
Mr. Domingo wasn’t
used to be rejected nor would he give up so easily.
Being immensely rich
was an important plus. How to profit the law of private ground? Easy, making the playing ground private.
“Miss Fox, Miss Fox
“she heard her name called by a familiar voice.
“Yes?” She looked at
the boy who came running across the street. It was Tony Strum, the Mayor’s youngest
boy, he was 14.
“Have you heard the
latest news?” He asked and went on without waiting for her to answer “Mr. Domingo
has bought the Library and renamed it as ‘Domingo’s Library for the
He finished and looked
at her looking for a reaction. “My dad says that with that amount of money he
will make
How ‘modern’ that city
was going to become was far away from even Tony’s hottest dreams.
Odette, pretty and shy
as always, just smiled in that irresistible way of smiling so characteristically
hers, and said:
“Well, I hope I’ll
keep my job”
Tony’s eyes followed
her rhythmically moving bum as she mounted the few stairs to reach the library.
The sign was still the old one.
The first novelty was
the security guard greeting her; there was none before.
‘Better’ she thought
and went to her desk.
Second novelty: a new
uniform and a sheet with the new regulations. Nothing really to worry about,
and in uniform she was to keep longer her street clothes.
‘I hope it’s my size’
she thought and went to the washrooms to change.
It was not her size. It
was too small, far too small for her well developed body. It would fit a 12 y/o
girl.
She returned to her
working place in her street clothes and started working.
“Miss Fox” Oswaldo
Domingo stood at her desk and his deep voice startled her “why aren’t you
wearing your new uniform”
Rapidly she stood up
and greeted her new boss.
“Good morning, Mister
Domingo, I’m sorry it’s not my size” she said “I, I tried it on…”
“Don’t you know the
new regulations, Miss Fox” He interrupted her.
“Yes, yes, sorry but…”
“Don’t but me and
dress accordingly to the norms or stay naked” He said again cutting into her
speech.
‘To stay naked’ the
mere thought send shivers down her spine.
“Sorry, Mr. Domingo,
sorry”· she said, picked the uniform and run to the toilets.
“Sorry, sorry,… Zorra” he mused and smiled. He had made a joke: ‘Zorra’ is the Spanish
word for fox but is used as tart.
Miss Fox came back
dressed in her new uniform. If it had been her size then it would have been a
nice uniform, but some sizes too small it became a parody of uniform for
bedroom fantasies.
Miss Odette Fox wasn’t
in her bedroom but walking towards her new boss at plain daylight and in her working
place, but she was fulfilling a fantasy, his one.
He saw her coming in
that high heeled boots making her hips swank considerably and immediately got a
hard on. The red cap and gloves were shiny and somehow erotic.
The red skirt reached just below her crotch
and being too small it menaced with mounting with every single step she took.
Her pink blouse didn’t dress her; it compressed and put on show her generous
bosom due to the fact that the uniform went without bra. The red jacket, being
far too small for Odette, acted more like a straightjacket. It avoided her
shoulders to remain in their natural position protruding even more her loveable
tits.
Odette’s face was as
red as her uniform when finally she arrived at her desk.
“Don’t you like it,
Miss Fox” Oswaldo asked hiding the mocking tone.
“Yes Mr. Domingo,
thank you” Odette answered hoping to be let alone.
Surprisingly he went
away.
The news spread
rapidly in a small village and the library got more visits than ever before.
Basically male
customers asking for books, making Odette move around the library or climb the
ladder to get them.
In the afternoon her
old desk and chair got removed, with a promise of new equipment she finished
her working day standing.
To be continued…
Changes in
Changes in
Mr. Strum, the Mayor,
had found a goldmine. With just selling the library he had increased the
village public founds to a level never seen before in history. And all he got
was positive feedback; all the important community members expressed their
support. The next steps were clear; he was going to privatize every single inch
of this city making it modern and rich. He knew he had the whole community backing
him.
Well, perhaps not
really the whole community, because not all the community members liked the
privatization; a small group of (insignificant female) opponents headed by
D.O.L.L members organized a demonstration. On Saturday all the demonstrators
were expected to meet at
Mr. Strum wasn’t fond
of demonstrations but he didn’t know how to prevent it without using illegal
methods. He thought about different ways of stopping the demonstration until
the perfect idea hit him. Yes, that’s the best move, ‘let all the rats show up’
he thought. His next days became frenetic but when finally he could relax, he
even phoned Miss Kristie Simmons, D.O.L.L’s new
leader and offered public funds for their demonstration.
Ms.
Simmons a 30 y/o redhead beauty couldn’t believe her ears.
“Mr.
Strum” she said “the Demo is against you”.
“I know
Miss Simmons, I know; but I’m not the Mayor of only my partisans but of all the
people of
“If you
think to trick me out of this you are wrong; we are going to be very awful with
you, Mr. Strum, even you’ve achieved to personally impress me.”
On Friday, he decided
to pay a visit to Domingo’s Library for the
Odette’s new chair, if
you can call it a chair, was a five feet tall pole ending with a flat inversed
Y. There she had two choices: or closing her legs and supporting all her weight
with the bar cutting into her most tender parts or resting her legs on the Y
exposing her neatly shaven, pretty cunt to all the visitors. In front of her
rose two other poles: the one on the left holding a Mac, the other one a small
platform for paperwork. There was no desk to hide behind.
The Mayor was greeted
by her gaping cunt. The fact that her workplace was direct in front of the
entrance and on eye level only increased her humiliation.
Mr. Strum started a
tour through the library searching for changes. He saw the ‘be silent’ signs
had been changed; now they spotted a collared, gagged and fully stripped woman.
The wording read “keep them silent”. He also noticed a basket next to the
entrance.
Three students were
coming in at that moment. A blonde boy, perhaps 17 casually dressed in jeans
and two girls about the same age one wearing a summer dress and the other one a
jeans skirt. Outside a forth girl were arguing with the guard, but Mr. Strum
couldn’t make out why.
Both the girls hurried
to the basket whilst the boy waited for his friends first looking at Mrs. Fox
naked slit and later talking to Odette with his finger were busy on it.
The Mayor looked now at the boys busy fingers
now at the girls’ activity. He had no clue what they were doing, but couldn’t
hide a smile when both emerged spotting a ball gag and a dog collar. The boy stopped
molesting a deeply ashamed Odette and after fixing the front of their dresses
with a safety pin exposing two nice, well trimmed triangles he put his hands on
their asses and happily squeezing them they went away.
Mr. Strum decided to
find out what was happening outside between the girl and the guard.
“…an examination this
afternoon” The girl was saying in a whimpering voice.
“Miranda, you know the
rules” The guard kindly answered “and dressed in pants you’re not allowed on
Mr. Domingo’s private ground”
“But I only want to
borrow a book, it’s only 2 minutes, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease,” she pleaded. “I’m not
going to stay.”
“Miranda or you strip
with class or you skip that class”. The guard joked casually patting her ass.
The Mayor left the
library with a big grin. His city was improving. Behind him a desperate Miranda
was taking off her pants in plain daylight and under the amused regard of the
guard and passers-by. Of course he didn’t even allow her to keep her knickers
on. Once stark naked, he made her gag and collar herself in the outside softly
fondling her now totally exposed assets.
Miss Kristie Simmons was the first arriving at
She had
dressed casually in jeans and sneakers and wore her red t-shirt with big bold
letter reading:
“Defending our legal limits”.
At ten, there were at least 500 mostly young
women. A quarter to eleven an optimistic Barbara Taylor, the black account of
DOLL’s, with a figure to die for, estimated near to1000.
Just
before 11 o’clock 25 black minivans surrounded the place and out of each van
emerged 20 huge, uniformed, private security men. In less then 5 minute the
whole square was surrounded by 500 well prepared bullies.
Kristie
started shouting against Mr. Strum when a black Rolls Royce made its
appearance.
The car
stopped and the passenger descended. He was impeccably dressed in a white linen
suit, he wore hat and Armani sun glasses. 40 or 45
y/o, an athletic body and a hard expression on his face the newcomer addressed
Kristie:
“Miss Simmons
can you read….?”
His
question was offensive, of course, but the guards laughed and the women felt
silent.
“Whom do
you think you are talking to, I’m in politics you can’t…”
She started shouting into her loudspeaker when he finished his sentence.
“…that
placard over there” He said pointing at a new shiny placard.
“And,
please, use your megaphone for all to hear you” He added not at least impressed
by her outburst.
Kristie
started reading:
“Dear
citizens of
Her last
words were hardly audible and she failed to read the date and signature.
There was
a deadly silence after her last words, it was the time the crowded women
realized the true meaning of what they’ve heard.
Kristie
herself had called the TV to cover her protest march and deeply regretted it
now. They have caught her speech on film. It was horrible, but legal. They were
on private ground they were to become animals, to be exhibited, to be…
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
Miss
Simmons shouted and tried to escape. Her cry acted as a catalyst. Like chicks
with pepper in their asses the demonstrating women tried to break out. They run
from one end to another, bounced into their colleagues; they fell and rose,
jumped and kicked; any similarity with human behavior was purely coincidental.
The
security had been instructed to rip their clothes off if they came in reach or zap
as many cunts as possible with their electric prods.
The TV
covering the news emitted it with funny music: Girls and women running over the
square, losing a shoe here, a blouse there, a guard ripping their skirts off or
cutting their panties and shocking a pinky slit with his electric prod. Then
the fried critter jumped back clearly losing control over her bladder wetting
herself.
The
musical effects were well chosen and the whole country had a good laugh; even
weeks after the events it was still listed between the most popular funny
videos.
After half
an hour Mr. Bloomberg used his own micro to address his new property.
“My dear
livestock, please form in rows and lines” After tasting some more electric
prods, the new animals of
“Well, you
see, it’s not so hard” He kindly said looking at his booty. ‘At least the half
of them are lookers’ he thought, happy about the money he spend buying a stupid
place in a god-forgotten city.
“Now my
dear livestock, strip and then stand in attention”
The whole
city was by now looking at them. Friends and neighbors eager for seeing them
nude, greedy for laying a finger on them, how on earth could they strip naked
HERE?
The surrounded
females felt degraded to the utmost. Trapped like beasts, beaten, labeled as
animals and now forced to strip in front of the whole community.
Some
security men stepped forward and randomly shocked the livestock encouraging
them to strip.
“Hey,
Paul” a boy’s voice cut through the air “..isn’t that
Helen, the Math teacher?”
“Where, Rolf, where?” Came another voice from an opposite angle.
“There, at
the end of the third line, the big titted cow” Rolf answered pointing at her.
“Wow, yes,
it is. Now we’ll know if she’s a true blonde” Paul shouted back. And with him
whole
Miss Helen
Glass, the referred Math teacher, wanted to die. It was horrible enough for
that 24 y/o blonde to have to strip nude at daylight in a public place, at
least she had felt somehow protected being in the mass. But her student had stripped
her also of that anonymity.
The
appearance of her blonde, trimmed bush was welcomed with applause.
“Big
titted cow, big titted cow” It was Mr. Bloomberg through the micro “come here”.
Miss Helen
Glass, shielding her naked body the best she could, feeling ashamed and
degraded slowly made her way.
“Gentelmen,
please” Mr. Bloomberg said and two guards immediately grabbed the naked,
frightened animal.
The whole
village watched the transition from young, independent, school teacher to big
titted cow.
In really
no time they had collared and leashed her with a big bell dangling between her naked
flesh globes. Her arms had been bound behind and on her legs she wore boots
till mid htigt ending in hooves. A big ball gag completed her degradation.
“Nice,
nice” Mr. Bloomberg commented fondling both her tits. “Really big tits”
“So you
are the big titted cow” he said and with one hand still abusing her breast he
reached between her legs and cupped her mound strongly squeezing it.
Helen’s
humiliation couldn’t grow further, naked, attached and now sexually molested in
front of all the people she knows. Mr. Bloomberg’s knowing
fingers didn’t stop a moment whilst he addressed again the
“Dear
Gents of Framingham, I understand that perhaps you would like to keep this big
titted cow” he said slapping Helen’s ass with his free hand whilst holding her
by her nether lips “so I offer you to buy her back, here and now in public
auction.”
“Rolf,
Paul would you please come to assist me”
Both, Rolf
and Paul were young and good at sports but the time it took them to get to Mr.
Bloomberg was record breaking.
“Rolf,
Paul, please first familiarize yourself with the animal to be auctioned” Mr.
Bloomberg told them in a clear invitation to abuse and molest their former Math
teacher. They didn’t need to be told twice. Poor Helen got her cunt plunged,
fingers into her ass, her tits were mauled and she was even verbally degraded.
Her students couldn’t get enough. They fondled and touched, they licked and
molested, and they pinched and slapped the trapped animal. After ten minutes of
heavy abuse, and with the whole community cheering and applauding, Mr.
Bloomberg decided to start the auction.
Silent and
efficiently the guards were collaring, cuffing and gagging the remaining naked
animals, whilst the audience, especially Rolf and Paul, were having their time
with Miss Glass.
The
auction lasted the whole Saturday: Helen was only the first of the cattle to be
sold. Her school bought her and three more teachers afterwards. Then the
Miss
Barbara Taylor was bought by the hunting club; Miss Eloise Corbusier, the rich
heiress of Corbusier Metals was bought by the labor union and so on.
When, late
that afternoon, Mr. Bloomberg left
“Happy
birthday to you, happy birthday to you” The Strum family was singing together
for Tony’s 15th birthday.
They were
holding his birthday party in the fore garden and friends and neighbors were
welcome to join. After blowing the candles and eating the enormous birthday
cake the music was shut down and Mr. Strum announced it was the moment for the
gift ceremony.
Books,
comics, video games, and CD started to appear. Tony was happily opening one
parcel after another, then thanking for the gift and putting it aside. When he
opened his brother’s one he got a surprise.
“A collar,
a leash, a whip, and what’s this. A license?” He
wondered
“Brad what’s all this, we have no dog…”
“Who
knows?” His sister said giving her gift to him. It was very small.
“
Finally
there were only the three bulks left; they were his parent’s gifts.
Tony
started undoing the knots, but when he got a glimpse of the content he hastily
tore the paper.
It was a
1m3 big cage, but it wasn’t the cage what Tony was looking at. He
was staring right into Miss Kristie Simmons’ eyes. Miss Simmons was fixed in a
kneeling position: Both her knees were being held open strapped to a bar of
each side of the cage. Her head, encased in a harness with bridle, was attached
to the top of her cage by a small chain and her arms were crossed behind her
and tied there to her collar.
A small
placard fixed to the bottom of her cage explained who she used to be. Tony
wasn’t reading it but transfixed by the sight of her red cunt. A grown woman’s
cunt…and it was HIS to use and abuse.
His next
action was to touch that cunt, to fondle, to pinch, to explore Miss Kristie
Simmons most private parts. An action praised by most of the present males.
“Daddy, I
think Tony likes your gift” Brad joked pointing at his brother bulking trouser.
“Tony” his
mother said, “that’s Daddy’s gift. Why don’t you open mine?”
Tony
ripped it open; there was no time for ceremony, he was in a frenetic hurry. He
wanted to discover his next gift. The cage was a similar one, the content also.
Not redhead, but short black was perhaps the most remarkable difference and her
deep black eyes.
“No, it
can’t be” Tony exclaimed out of joy “this is Miss Judy Suarez. This is the
fucking Judy Suarez who failed me last semester”
“Tony” His
mother kindly said “It was Judy Suarez, it only was”
The
assembled people laughed, but Tony didn’t get the joke.
“What?” He
said confused whilst his hand, as moving on its own, fondled the exposed
teacher.
Little
could Judy do to avoid her young student’s hands. Fixed
in a similar position, poor Judy had also suffered some ringing through her
nose, her nipples and her clit.
She felt
horrible. On Friday she was lecturing that boy, she was in charge, and she was a
free and admired member of this village. And now, now….”oowwwwwwwwwwww”
Tony was
just funnily stretching her clit ring (Judy wouldn’t call it funny) when his
mother explained.
“This is
‘Piggy’, the pig who fucked your grades is now your pig to fuck and train.”
“Mom, Dad,
you are the best” Tony embraced and kissed his parents whilst neighbors and
friends molested the caged women.
The third
package was different. It contained no pet, but a cart, a small, light cart.
All made out of Aluminum with to big wheels and a comfortable seat. Not so
comfy seemed the pole to which attach the two draught animals, but that was not
important at all.
Until his 15th
birthday Tony had used his bicycle to go to school. But that very Monday he
used his new cart to go there. Pulling at it former politician Kristie Simmons
and former School teacher Judy Suarez seemed less proud, stripped and strapped.
It took
Tony and Brad a good hour to fix both women to the pole. The design was not focused on efficiency but
on eroticism. The cart builder didn’t want an easy pullable cart or a speed
one, but one who puts the tearing women on display, highlighting their most
private parts.
This cart
was very well designed. Piggy and Kristie, once properly fixed in their places literally
pulled the cart with their cunts, thanks to a dildo deeply inserted into them.
Their arms
tied behind and harnessed heads controlled by Tony made them very vulnerable as
they soon discovered on their way to school. They met a lot of people they
knew, former friends or colleagues, but between all the emotions they arose you
couldn’t find pity.
As Tony stopped
at a red light Bob Mice, a news reporter, spotted the red bush of a much stressed
Kristie.
“Isn’t
that my beloved Ms Simmons” he loudly asked with his hands already fondling her
stuffed sex.
“Hey Mr.”
Tony friendly answered “Indeed she is. I haven’t yet changed her name. Any suggestions?”
In the
past, Bob Mice and DOLL’s had had some bitter discussion. He had been suited by
them several times for his articles; Article getting more acid after each
lawsuit.
His
article about Lucy’s downfall, full of pictures, got him an anonymous death
thread. Next day he wrote about biting bitches and how to prevent them. He also
invited Miss Kristie Simmons to a public debate à la Lucy Klampton.
Kristie
started whimpering under his harsh exploration of her former private parts. He
managed to worm a finger into her already overfilled sex.
“Nice to
hear you Kristie” he said elongating her nipple to the unbelievable with his
left hand.
Kristie
tried to evade his hands, his regard, him; but all she did was fucking herself
more and more on her dildo.
“I see you
are wet” he casually commented to further humiliate her.
His voice
was a pitch to high, and it made other passer-by look and grin.
Kristie
wanted to die. Exposed, fondled and humiliated she could only endure whatever
happened to her.
I always
knew you need a man like me” He joked and asked Tony if he allowed him to take
some pictures for tomorrow’s edition.
Kristie
hysterically shook her head and whimpered all she could, but that only
encouraged him.
“This
story is going to beat Lucy’s one” He commented after taking hundreds of pics.
“As for
the name” he said to Tony “being the leader of DOLL’s why not ‘Fuckdoll’ or
‘Dolt’ but I think it’s funnier to keep her old name, just for all the people
who know her."
If
Kristie’s nightmare was running at full, Piggy’s was about to start.
Entering
the school grounds she saw thousand of eyes grinningly looking at her.
To be
continued…
The New
The new
Normally Judy enjoyed
arriving at school. She welcomed the regards of her students showing a mixed
feeling between desire and respect. She also enjoyed feeling the lusting eyes
of her male colleagues; it conferred her power, kind of.
That very Monday,
surprisingly, she didn’t enjoy the regards of her students. Nor did she enjoy
their molesting hands, their insidious fingers or they lewd comments. She
didn’t find it enjoyable have her stuffed cunt invaded by worming fingers, have
her clit pinched or her tits beaten just for her pupils amusement.
As for her male
colleagues, the lust gleaming in their eyes somehow didn’t confer any power to
her, but for the power of attraction. She attracted a lot of slaps, gropes and
pats.
The humiliation of the
first day went on as she was fixed outside, together with Miss Simmons, in the
car park. For everybody to see, touch or hurt her.
The whole Monday
pupils and teachers came by and thoroughly molested her. Only the well embedded
dildo and her irremovable restraints saved her from being regardless fucked, on
the car park, like a bitch in heat.
Miss Kristie Simmons
and Miss Judy Suarez spent the first day of their new lives miserably attached
to a cart. They were a clear sign of
But the city’s
improvements could be seen all over the city now.
Mrs. Adams, for
example, was standing in her husband’s office, next to Mr. Adams’ desk whilst
her husband was reassigning different subjects to his teachers. It often
happened that due to a sudden departure or to some teachers being off sick,
their subjects were reassigned. Till here nothing strange was going on.
Stranger was the fact that Mrs. Adams was facing her former employees stark
naked, gagged, cuffed, collared and fixed in place by several small chains or
that these could not only look at, but also freely fondle their director’s
wife.
On Friday, this woman
was feared and treated with respect, today they joked about how long they could
elongate her cunt lips or how nice she whimpered when getting her clit flipped.
Gagged as she was, she
could only fiercely look at them; her eyes talked books but nobody was
interested in reading them.
The director himself had
a hard time concentrating on business, because Miss Shawna Ray occupied her new
permanent residence. She was locked under Mr. Adams desk.
The pretty Indian
computer tech teacher was fixed to the floor by solidly built in rings; she was
stark naked, even her cunt had been shaven. Her head was caught in a harness
with zippers to open and close her eyes and mouth. This latter was permanently
hold open by a ring gag. A small golden chain attached to her harness went
through Mr. Adams table and was hooked to it by a handle. With that handle Mr.
Adams controlled Shawna’s free movements, well the only “free” movement she had
was giving head.
Big titted cow, Miss Helen Glass, the first of the 4 bought
teachers remained being Math teacher. Just her dress code had been altered. She
had to wear white ballet shoes, and to ensure she walked properly on her
tiptoes a thumbnail has been fixed in each shoe pointing at her heels.
Then she wore a white
tutu, hiding absolutely nothing of her blond bush or fine ass. A white corset
lifting but not covering her big tits encased her waist. An out of place but
highly erotic white cowboy hat finished her outfit.
She was not allowed to
seat down and had been instructed to NEVER, under any circumstances, fend off a
hand, disregarding who it belongs to.
To teach in these
conditions is a clear improvement, at least for the pupils. Math became a
favorite.
During the teachers
meeting her colleagues listened to their director with her sitting in their lap
and submitted to their thoroughly groping. Her wet cunt and her big tits didn’t
get a moment of peace.
Somehow it was funnier
listen to the director with all the hand embedded in a blond funny a massaging
a fleshy globe.
.
Other colleagues
occupied their time introducing the tip of their shoes in Shawna’s exposed cunt,
or slapping the Indians inviting ass.
Little could Shawna do
than to suffer any indignity, not to talk about preserving her modesty.
Mr. Adams had
cunningly removed the backside of his table so it was Miss Ray’s ass and shaven
cunt lips the responsible for receiving visitors.
The Californian Zoo
When reading the
advising placards just before entering the Californian Zoo, it’s difficult to
believe it got ANY female visitor, but nevertheless it got, in mass and the
finest specimens. The reason was the twisted, but typically female, logic.
So, any woman who
wanted to proof her true love, or wanted her boyfriend/lover/husband to proof
it, risked a trip to the Zoo.
Among a lot of
explanations and legal references the advice clearly stated two things:
1) Any
living being caught on the Zoo’s premises after dawn (the Zoo closes at five)
immediately becomes the Zoo’s property.
2) No
female is allowed to leave the Zoo’s premises if not being led on a leash by an
adult male. Except for underage females, they could be let also by underage
males.
Both statements on
their own didn’t seem dangerous, but combined they were devilish.
To further discourage
(but with a contrary effect cause of the female logic) female visitors, next to
the advising placards was another one called “What’s Gnu” divided in two
sections.
The left one was
dedicated to the new additions. It showed pictures of the last acquisitions and
a small biography. The pictures were disposed in rows. Each row showed the new
acquisition when entering the Zoo, when being hunted and then some pics of its current location and/or occupation.
Under these pics you could read about it: full name, studies, former address
and occupation, etc.
The other one named
“Outs”
On that side the Zoo
listed not only the last sales but also the next animals to be auctioned or
adopted.
Over the last weeks
this side had been overloaded with information about our
To adopt an animal
meant paying a small monthly amount for having free access to it, but always in
the Zoo and during hours of opening.
“Sylvie, you really
want to go? Again?” Marcus asked in a dull voice trying to hide his eagerness
for visiting again that slice of paradise.
Markus was really
hunky. Strong, but not to massive
“Mark, don’t try to
fool me” Sylvie said giggling and trying to slap him. “Don’t you dare to think
I don’t see how much you love it” she said cupping his crotch.
He loved it when she
was in good mood and she always was. Her bright smile was enough to fall in
love with her, even without her firm but generous knockers or her J Lo like
ass. In addition to that her long brunette hair conferred some distinction to
this almost
“Aren’t you afraid of what
may happen to you?” He mockingly asked taking her with both hands by her full
buttocks and making her stand between his legs.
“Afraid?” She openly
laughed “You are no fool, Mark, where on earth would you find an always
available fuck bunny like me. No. You are not letting me go” She said and embracing
his head she deeply French kissed him.
She was true, it is
said absolute true does not exist, but she was close to it.
Just one month ago he
was dating Laura. Sylvie happened to be her best and more or less only friend.
Laura was somehow the opposite of Sylvie. Not in the physical aspect, cause
Laura was also a stunning beauty, with her intense black hair, dark black eyes and
a snow white skin; but for her Character.
She was shy and not
effusive at all. She dressed conservatively and always tried to pass unnoticed.
It took him hours each time he wanted to make love to her and only furtively he
managed to see her naked. What was a really pity, being as pretty as she was.
“Darling, lets go,
Laura’s waiting for us.” She said grinningly “Don’t forget that the animals are
in season.” She maliciously added swinging her hips.
They drove to the zoo.
He always drove with one hand on the steer wheel and the other one between
Sylvie generously parted legs.
He remembered that
Saturday, not a month ago, when Laura, Sylvie, and Lee together with him were
having dinner in a fashion restaurant.
It was Laura’s turn to
drive so she only drank Coke, but both the guys and Sylvie emptied several wine
and beer bottles. Lee started kissing and openly groping Sylvie, but as soon as
Markus tried to French kiss Laura, let alone touching her in a public place,
she rejected him and got serious.
Lee, seeing the
panorama had offered him a piece of Sylvie. “You don’t mind Sylvie, do you?” a
drunken Lee had asked his girlfriend.
“Not in the least”
Sylvie answered and to emphasize her words she kissed Markus on the lips and
stroked his cock.
Laura angrily stood
up, threw the napkin at her boyfriend and left the restaurant. He didn’t even
try to follow her, he was to busy exploring with one hand under Sylvie’s short
skirt and with the other massaging her ample bosom.
Sylvie let it happen,
she sat, legs wide open, between the two friends and occupied both her hands
stoking them. After the dinner they had been dancing and Sylvie agreed to his
suggestion to strip off her panties, she agreed to show her bare cunt to every
guy they told her, she agreed to fuck Markus; Markus couldn’t remember her
saying ‘No’.
He hadn’t heard it
since then.
That Sunday she
visited Laura and just to show how sorry she was, she dropped Lee. She phoned
him, there in front of Laura, and made it very clear that they’ve finished, finito, end.
“Come on, Laura” she
tried to convince her friend “it’s my fault. Markus is only a normal red
blooded male…”
“Don’t ..., don’t…”
Laura was crying again.
“He’s a pig, a swine,
a hog, a….”
“Laura” laughed Sylvie
“that’s all the same. Call him bastard, brute, SOB or just call him” she said
and offered her mobile phone.
During the next week
Markus had been sending flowers to Laura and fucking Sylvie. Phoning Laura whilst
fondling Sylvie, he had been calming Laura and kissing Sylvie. He tried to be a
bright star for Laura but a hot stud for Sylvie.
“I want her to disappear”
Laura told Markus on the phone on Friday “If you love me, make her do a
mistake, take her to the wrong place and make that bitch in heat pay”
“Laura” Markus seemed
surprised, he really was, but because Sylvie had suddenly started a blowjob on
him. The surprise was because they were on a restaurant’s public terrace.
“She’s your best
friend, how can you say something like that” Markus asked now rhythmically
fucking Sylvie’s mouth.
Finally they plotted a
trip to the Zoo for Sunday. That was last Sunday.
“Mark, Mark” Sylvie
shouted “they’ve added new photos, have a look”
Markus came running
with their entrances in one hand and the prescriptive dog collar with its leash
in the other.
Laura’s row of pics was a large one, perhaps due to the fact that she was a
pretty animal.
Next to the pic of her coming into the zoo, dressed in jeans, t-shirt
and sneakers wearing the collar was a new someone had mailed to the Zoo. It
showed this stunning, black haired beauty in her prom dress. Then there was a pic of her, without collar, looking frightened, one of her
from behind as she was running away from the catchers. The next pic showed a Laura tiptoeing with both hands gripping a
noose around her neck. Then exact the same pic but
with a naked Laura on it, followed by a naked Laura still caught by her neck
and three catchers making the V sign with one hand whilst fondling/exhibiting a
piece of Laura. Two of them hold each a tit and the third one, squatting down,
was pulling at her cunt with one finger in it and an open hand.
“Look, look” Sylvie
amused showed the latest additions “she is no longer with the chimps”.
“What a pity for them”
Marcus satirized “to judge from these photos they really were enjoying her”
Laura had four pics with the Chimps. The first showed a nude frightened Laura
in the chimps’ cage surrounded by them. In the second one, Laura was on her
fours being hold, beaten and bitten by them. The third one showed, a naked
Laura with some scraps and bite marks kneeling between the dominant Chimp’s
legs, seemingly giving head with her cunt pointing at the visitors. On the
forth she was on her back wanking two chimps with
both her hands, with another chimps sitting on her face and one more busy
between her legs.
Markus was right: the
monkeys had had a big time.
Laura’s new location
was, since Thursday, with the Orangutan.
Sylvie and Markus went
into the Zoo.
These last days Markus
had visited the zoo really often, but each time the panorama he was confronted
with shocked him. Not an unpleasant shock, not at all, but a kind of amazing
sexual impulse located in his crotch. The erections he got in the Zoo were
almost hurting.
Sylvie, of course, was
always available; but he preferred to enjoy the spectacle with all his stamina intact
till the end. Or, if he decided to indulge himself (more or less twice or three
times each visit) then he would choose from between the other available
females, and there were tons of them.
Sylvie, indeed,
encouraged him to do so whenever there was an opportunity.
The panorama that hit
Marcus so hard was what he described as wicked normality. The visitors,
families, pairs, school groups, friends, were as in any other zoo, slowly
walking, looking at the animals. But here stopped any resemblance with the common
zoos.
He looked at a family
as they moved away from the bear cages. Daddy, +/- 45 y/o, tall, big belly was
wearing sandals, a blue t-shirt and beige cotton shorts; his actual life mate,
a pretty 20 y/o girl wearing a summery flower dress walked next to him on his
right. She of course wore the collar with the leash dangling between her
prominent breasts.
On Daddy’s left side
crawled a more mature woman disguised as a pig. All her goodies were on show
and daddy was holding a small chain attached to the woman’s nose ring. She was
his former wife and, after quarreling with him about his new secretary, she was
now an adopted pet.
Behind them walked two boys in their late
teens. One of them, Larry, led his friend’s sister, attached to his left shoe
by a short rope. The other end of the rope was attached to a ring driven
through Cindy’s bald cunt; the whole cunt had been pierced to drive in that
ring similar to the rings used to attach horses. Cindy had been transformed
into a highly erotic bird. As a gag she wore a device that transformed her
sounds into typical, harmonic bird sounds. Her arms were tightly bound behind,
hidden by two big, blue, transparent, plastic wings, attached to her body and
connected to her nipple rings. When some wind rose, the wings began to swing painfully
stretching her nipples and making her sing.
She too had been
adopted, by Larry, her brother’s best friend and an always-rejected-want-to-be-boyfriend.
Each time he took a
step, she had to jump forwards making her wings swing or risking an awfully
pull at her sensible parts.
Markus heard her chirp
and happily tweet the whole time.
The other boy, Roman,
wore a long stick he used in the most creative ways. He poked into his mother’s
cunt or lifted his father’s secretary’s dress exposing her naked ass to him and
his friend.
But the stick also
allowed him to molest the caged animals or to hit on and play with the exposed
buttocks or free funnies of the working animals.
Like any of the blondes
which passed between Markus and the family pulling one of the visitors train.
The Zoo offered free round trips on its ponygirl
trains. It had 6 of them. One, with six white wagons for 20 passengers each,
draught by a team of 24 pretty blond women; another one, black, was pulled by
24 black haired beauties; then it had a smaller red one, with only three wagons,
attached to a 10 redhead nude vixens draught.
The other tree
multicolor trains were pulled by teams of 20 hairless (top and bottom) girls.
Markus with his ever
present erection and Sylvie started their tour trough the Zoo. Their aim was,
of course, Laura’s new location. But they were in no hurry as they wanted to
spend the whole day on the Zoo’s premises.
On their Left appeared
the entrance of the Kid’s territory.
“Let’s have a look”
Sylvie said “we’ve never been there” and in they went.
There, the kids could
join the stables and freely touch and play with goats, small pigs, rabbits,
naked tied teachers, sheep, chicken, etc.
Sometimes it happened
that a not so small kid rediscovered a former teacher. Then the joy was immense,
at least for the boy.
It was pretty crowded
and all the animals were getting a lot of attention. Miss Sabine Kunz, a German
Kindergarten teacher was getting her cunt explored by a boy next to a girl
feeding leaves to a goat. Then the kids teamed up and the goat ate it leaves
out of Sabine’s cunt. The goat was not very carefully and Sabine was really
getting her cunt eaten. The Kids really enjoyed it and soon other goats were
being fed in a similar way, there were enough naked teachers available. Who
said that teachers spoil the fun?
Miss Ivory Mathumba, a Guinean black teacher, was caged together with
the Guinean pigs in the zone for experiments. ‘Want to know…?’ read a placard
and then it offered different experiments like:
If a guinea pig can fit
into a cunt?
If you can make two
nipples join?
If you can force a
woman to lick her own sex?
How far can you
stretch a woman’s tongue (please use the pliers)
And her clit?
How far can you stick
this rubber baton into a woman’s ass?
How long takes it to
make a teacher oink like a pig?
Etc.
Just leaving the Kid’s
territory they bumped into a fucky, well it was a fucky who bumped into them. Fuckies
had been fixed bended over a motorized four wheels device, with their arms
firmly tied behind. They wore gag rings and were blindfolded. Their hairs were
attached very taut forcing their faces up. Their ankles were joined to the
device’s legs by short chains forcing them to walk with it at the very low
speed of
An informative panel
fixed to their backs told the visitors and users about that particular fucky.
A big red button
stopped the march and blocked the wheels. A green one released it again.
“Hey Mark, read that
one” Sylvie said stopping the fucky “she used to be
anchorwoman in FONDA.
Markus read and looked
at the pictures with his hand mind absently fondling the fucky’s
sex.
“Soledad Brown, yes, I
remember her, she won an award in ….don’t remember” Said Markus already releasing
his swollen and hurting cock.
To be continued…
The Zoo
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
She regretted not
having put on a skirt, to use the fucky’s mouth services.
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.
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
Everything went smooth
until she prepared for leaving at four thirty. Before quitting,
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’
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…
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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