“Come on little birdy, time to get up.”
Her head was pounding…how much had she had to drink last night? She heard something scrape open, and her vision blurred and swirled as she lifted her head off a cold hard floor.
“I said get the fuck up!”, said a man in front of her. All she could even really focus on were a pair of shiny black shoes. The effort was already too much, she closed her eyes, and her head fell back down with a dull thud.
“OW!–” she yelled a moment later as a fist grabbed a handful of her shoulder-length golden curls, and in one short twist sought to pull her upright. “Get the fuck off me!” she shouted, and made to push off her attacker but only succeeded in nearly dislocating her own shoulders. It took her a second to realise her hands were securely cuffed behind her back.
The world was slowly coming into focus now as her panic set in. She was in a breeze block room with a small barred window, the side without breeze blocks currently had an open gate of thick metal bars. Had she been kidnapped? Her hands were cuffed and behind her, she couldn’t see the man still holding onto the back of her head by her hair. From what she could feel her shoes and shirt had been removed while she was unconscious. She tried to twist away from him, but was met with only a violent yank that stopped her in her tracks.
“I wouldn’t do that birdy. Then again it’s not likely to get you in any more hot water than you’re already in. If weren’t already late to get you to the Sheriff I’d teach you a real fucking lesson here and now.” said the man behind her, his drawl and his choice of words lending a verbal sneer to what he said. The mention of the Sheriff, the small look at a brown uniform with a shiny badge she’d got as she twisted herself, those added up to some pretty unpleasant results. Fuck, she thought, what the fuck did I do to end up here?
She remembered some of the previous day. Telling her dad she was going out, heading to the bus station, and staring out of the window for hours as the city turned to green countryside that turned to cracked and dusty land with scattered farms, and small rivers that drove green lines across the landscape. She’d known her friend Kayla had moved to Tightslit Creek with her father when he took over a local dairy. Kayla didn’t have any choice in the matter, but at least it was a job, and her father could provide her with a freedom pass for as long as the business was running, she’d be safe.
They’d promised to text, and call. Largely to keep Kayla sane in the middle of nowhere. The two had been inseparable friends for as long as either could remember, and the thought of being parted had looked to drive a wedge between them for a while but they’d made up. The texts and calls came through for a few weeks, but then…nothing, silence. Kayla’s number wasn’t even in service any more. As the bus had pulled into town that evening Ellen had noticed that Tightslit Creek was little more than two roads, a couple of stores, and a bar with a few streets of houses all butted next to and around a shallow slow moving body of grey-green water she assumed was the titular creek . She knew Kayla was at one of the farms south of the town and…had she gone into the bar to ask about it…her memory became fuzzy there…
Yanking back on her head, and up on the cuffs at the small of her back the officer brought Ellen’s thoughts crashing home to reality. She was forced to march practically blind through the dusty breeze block building, its walls already warming in what she could only assume was the early morning sun. Without knowing where she was going it was difficult to put one foot in front of the other and more than once she came close to losing her footing, one of her ankles was in agony which didn’t help.
“Ain’t you a pretty little thing. You got a body built for one of the farms around here. I bet you’d milk just fine. Shame you ain’t there right now, would have saved you a whole load of trouble little bird. You know what, though. if’n the Sheriff didn’t want to see you so bad we’d be back in that cell with you saying some sweet sweet prayers to whatever it is you believe in, and I would be balls deep in your ample little ass.” said the officer, his teeth gritted slightly, a tiny bit of spittle landing near her ear as his brain poured forth every foul thing he’d have enjoyed doing to her if she hadn’t, apparently, been on a timetable. The fact he hadn’t had time to rape her this morning was some small comfort to Ellen in the circumstances as he continued to roughly force her through the roughly finished corridors of wherever it was she’d been left.
She couldn’t really see what was going on around her with her hair pulled so tight that her view was all ceiling, but she could hear. Crying, the distant sound of flesh slapping on flesh, ringing phones, definitely the sounds you’d expect to hear not just from law enforcement, but what must also pass for the equivalent of a Bureau of Female Affairs office for these parts.
“Hold it right there, little bird”, said the man as he briefly loosed her cuffs and hair to unlock a large metal door in front of him before shoving her inside, and closing the door behind them. The small windowless room was darker than outside while still being the same bare breeze block walls as elsewhere, the stark buzzing neon ceiling tubes of the corridors replaced by a more subtle colder shade. The only things in the room were stark and ugly boxy metal chairs, and a metal table, one of the tables was occupied by a man flipping through a folder, he didn’t even glance at the pair as they entered.
“Here you go, Sheriff, this one’s the little miscreant from the dive bar outside of town.” said the man still pulling back hard on her hair.
“This fine example of womanhood got a name, deputy?” asked the sheriff.
“My name i–” she started but was interrupted by a swift tug on the hair that felt like it was going to break her neck.
“Whores don’t speak unless spoken to, cunt” hissed the deputy before turning his more professional attention to the sheriff, “She couldn’t produce ID when we asked her to on account of the cocktail of girlheaters and paralytics her drinks had been spiked with. Took us a good while frisking her before we could get some ID, she seemed to enjoy it, though.” With this the deputy slid a hand into her shorts, and beneath her panties, an idle finger gently inserting itself into her. She wanted to be sick. “Looks like the girlheaters ain’t worn off yet, chief, she’s wetter than the creek bed in fall down there. You want her up on the table for you?”
“Set her down in a chair, and go find someone else to bother, Miller.”
“Oh come on, a bit of fun won’t hurt, not with what she’s in for…”
“Yeah, and you can have all that fun later. Besides, I hear the Roscoe Twins were up protesting at the farms again, only came in about ten minutes ago, I know how much you enjoy that pussy.”
“Roscoe twins? Yes sir. No one buys those fine pieces of ass before winter I should have enough cash saved up to buy the pair of ‘em outright…”
The Sheriff grunted “Well it’d certainly save on men carting them back in here every few days, one step more out of line from either of them and you can forget buying them, I’ll have them on forced export to anywhere that will take them. Their daddy has spared them a good beating once too often now. Think of it as your civic duty to stop them getting into too much trouble before you can buy them.”
“I reckon I can do that sir”, the deputy chuckled. He pushed Ellen forwards and sat her down in one of the chairs opposite the Sheriff. It was noticeable at once that the chair she was placed in had a back that allowed for her to sit with her hands cuffed behind her, and was, unlike the rest, bolted to the floor. The deputy leaned in behind her, and one sharp click later her hands were immobile, the cuffs secured to something behind her. “Later, little birdy. Don’t get too lonely without me.” he said in a mocking tone into her ear before running his tongue up her cheek.
“Miller, get the fuck out, NOW.” said the Sheriff, his eyes fixed on the deputy who made a rapid exit, closing the heavy metal door and shutting out the yellowy light of the corridor beyond.
Sitting opposite, and securely locked in place she took the opportunity to take a good look at the Sheriff. Underneath the beige of his uniform was some well defined muscle. His brown hair was starting to thin, and a tightly trimmed moustache occupied his top lip. He opened a brown folder in front of him, and it flopped open on the table between them. A full page scan of her ID was before them.
“Ellen Neal, 18, A rating, but not from around these parts, 2 year freedom pass with 22 months to run. Tell me why a masterless slut like you’s here in the middle of nowhere.”
At least he seemed ready to listen, thought Ellen, she take talking to him over the deputy any day, even if as a higher authority there was a tinge more fear in her when she thought about it. “I had a friend, Kayla, she moved out here from E-ville a few months back. I hadn’t heard from her in a while. I’m just here to drop in on her, see how she’s doing. I tried to find her last night but…that was before the bar…I don’t remember after that.”
“Can’t say I know of a Kayla in town, but then there’s been a lot of property outside town changing hands lately. Tell me, your Closest Male Relative agree to this?” he asked, picking up the folder once more, licking a thumb, and flicking through some sheets she couldn’t see.
“I didn’t know I needed my daddy’s permission to leave town.” she replied. She regretted the sassy tone as soon as it left her mouth. The sheriff raised an eyebrow in her direction and closed the folder, putting it down between them.
“Oh you didn’t, but you see we already gave him a call and told him why we were holding you, he said it’s your own damn fault and you can deal with the consequences. Nice to know you’re being looked out for, and at least you’re not adding being a liar to what we know about you.”
A bead of sweat dribbled down Ellen’s forehead as she sat in the chair. She still had no idea why she was here. Why the local Sheriff was holding her, or why her shoes, and shirt were missing.
The sheriff narrowed his eyes and subconsciously smoothed his moustache with a thumb and forefinger. He learned in to the table, his arms on the table, one of themcradling his chin. “Since we know now that lying to me is pointless here’s another question. You know of a man named Emmet Rust?”
“No…” she said, the name not even vaguely familiar. All she could think about at the moment was how the bead of sweat was making her nose itch like crazy.
“Funny. On account of you having killed him last night.”
Ellen’s mind whirled, she drew in a sharp breath. She couldn’t remember last night, she couldn’t defend herself. She had to think of something, and fast but her brain seemed to be moving at half its usual speed, like it was stuck in tar in the face of something it simply wasn’t built to process. Her mouth was open, but there was no sound, no nothing. She couldn’t even begin to respond.
The Sheriff chuckled at her. “No smart ass response, slut?”
“I can’t…remember…” was all she could say, tears welling in her eyes. This couldn’t be happening, it couldn’t be real. She knew the penalty, there had to be a mistake.
The Sheriff smiled and got out his phone, “Then perhaps I can jog your tiny whore brain…” he said, placing it on the table. “This here is footage from not too long after your bus got to town. Now I’m going to say this thing here is you. Same sneakers, same denim booty shorts, same hair, looking about 5’7” and around, what, 140lbs…actually let’s make that 145lbs now I’ve seen the size of those tits. This isn’t the interesting part, though, let’s scrub forward a bit…”
It was a strain to look at the small screen with the handcuffs fixed to the chair behind her but she strained forwards, desperate to see what had happened, what it was that she just could not remember. The video was grainy, black and white, but there she was, beer glass in hand, barely able to remain upright as a man she didn’t remember had one hand deep inside her panties, and another underneath her shirt. It looked like she was…giggling?
“Now this fellow here knuckle deep in your slit is old Emmet. He likes….liked to go to the local dive bar, get sluts like you real drunk, and high and…well…we usually would find them a week or so later dumped outside the local fem-vet. Nothing we could ever charge him with, you understand, he claimed each and every bareneck had surrendered to him, and no judge is going to convict based purely on what a woman’s going to say. Now look, here he moves in, you slip and…there we go”
Ellen had to look away. The fall had broken her beer glass but left her with the handle. Emmet had tried to scoop her up…then blood was everywhere.
“But….I didn’t….he….he drugged me…I’m not responsible! I wasn’t in control of myself!” her heart was beating a thousand times a second. She watched as people backed away from the man who stood clutching his neck…he reached down to choke her. She flailed the remains of the glass in her hand, he fell, he twitched and was still.
The video froze. “Ignorance of the law is no excuse, and neither is allowing yourself to become so blind drunk and high you don’t remember what it was you did. Now we can’t get the local judge here for a week or so, but we’ve also got no high security BFA approved facility to hold you for these charges…”
“No, no, no, please, you can see it’s an accident…you can’t do this…please.” she pleaded, nervously straining at the cuffs behind her back in case there was somehow an escape.
The Sheriff let loose a belly laugh, “In this case, you little slut, I can do as I damn well please. Given the lack of a judge local law enforcement has a lot of discretion.”
Despite the heat of the building as the sun beat down Ellen’s blood ran cold. There was one punishment and one punishment alone for killing a man. “Please, please just, can’t it wait until there’s a judge, I can get a lawyer, my daddy, someone to help….please…”
“Slut, I already told you. Your former CMR’s already abandoned his claim on you. All we’re waiting on a is a fem-vet for your final Inspection. But while he’s on his way why don’t I get proceedings started a little early.”
He rose, and rounded the table, unzipping along the way. Ellen tried to push back, away from him, but now she knew why the chair was so securely bolted to the floor. He casually unbuckled his belt, lowering his trousers so she could see the cock in front of her.
“As I said. I have a lot of discretion. Maybe you do well here, maybe I go easy on you. There’s plenty of places you could be disappeared to if you make it through the first day.”
Gingerly, and with tears in her eyes she leaned forward, mouth open, breathing heavy. At first she stuck out her tongue, caressing and licking the cock in front of her as best she could while secured to a chair.
“Well aren’t you a dainty little thing. I expected a full on sloppy mouthed slut when I saw you.” he said, looking down at her.
She might have gone after him harder, she thought, but she was scared out of her mind. No matter the circumstance she had to do a good job. Convinced the tip was thoroughly massaged she took the tip in her mouth, and began to slowly work her lips over the shaft, giving the lightest tickle to the underside with her tongue.
“Goddam. If this isn’t the best blowjob I’ve had in months.” said the sheriff, his breathing quickening, Ellen could feel the rush of blood to his still hardening cock in her mouth. The shame was soul crushing. She was here to find her friend, now here she was, imprisoned, accused of murder, sucking the cock of a man she barely knew in an attempt to be treated with leniency.
Deep inside of her, though, stirred something darker.
“Fuck you’re good. Just a little deeper whore, and stick out your tongue, I want my balls clean and shiny.”
She wanted to be anywhere but here, to not be sucking cock, but that little dark corner her twinkled when she was told she was good. With all her mind she wanted desperately to stop, but the same dark corner answered the command and it felt like someone else was pushing her deeper onto the cock that now filled her mouth.
She moaned a whore’s moan despite herself. Desperate to pull back, but desperate too for more praise, and more orders.
She picked up the pace, she knew he wouldn’t last long. Would she have pleased him, would it be enough that he might let her go? She hoped so. She thought of Kayla as she did, and moaned again, a deeper, throatier, and longer moan. It wasn’t just Kayla’s friendship she wanted, she needed…it was Kayla herself.
Was this the girlheaters talking? The overpowered chemical aphrodisiacs developed to nearly cripple womankind with their lust, their need for validation? She didn’t care. All she cared about now was thinking of Kayla, and the cock deep in mouth, she pushed deeper and the sheriff locked his hands at the back of her skull, his cock pulsing like crazy as he poured hot sticky cum down her throat.
“Goddam, girl. You suck and swallow like a well trained slave, you know that.” He wiped the last dribble of cum on her tongue as she sat there open mouthed and panting. “But you are dumber than a sack of rocks. I can no more change your sentence than you can. The law’s the law.”
The Sheriff zipped himself up and put his belt back on. “I suggest you make peace with yourself, and whatever gods you got because you’ll be in the town square come noon.”
As he left the room and turned off the lights Ellen sat there in darkness. She swallowed the last drop of cum, and began to cry quietly to herself.
—
The fem-vet, it turned out, was a local dairy worker. Ellen had protested, begged, screamed even but her fuckholes had been probed with the regulation equipment to confirm her A rating. She watched as her entry in the Bureau of Female Affairs registry was updated with a “Pending Termination” status, and two reservations on her were cancelled. She didn’t recognise the names of the men who’d been waiting for her to hit the open market when her freedom permit expired. It didn’t matter now. It’s not like they cared for her beyond the fact the BFA had determined she was grade A, and her daddy hadn’t bothered to change her base price from the suggested one, but only because he’d been willing to stump up the fees for her freedom permits.
Ellen had watched, her mind reeling in shock as the fem-vet had taken a knife to her remaining clothes to cut them off then burned them in the room’s trash can. It was only a pair of stockings, denim shorts, panties, and a bra but they marked her out from the slaves on the street, as she was dressed. Apparently her shoes and shirt had already been dealt with as they were where blood had landed, they would be kept as evidence.
Ellen sat there still cuffed to the chair, naked and plunging into a world of fear, and shame. The fem-vet eventually packed up and left, leaving only a couple of deputies to watch her. This was as close to high security as the county could manage. She had no idea what time it was, but she could feel the seconds slowly ticking away. Each distant door opening, every movement in the corridor outside was like an icicle down her back. Was it now, was she ready? No one could ever be ready for what she would have to experience. How could they, she thought.
Eventually a new third deputy entered the room with an ominous looking set of restraints. First was the neck cuff, a steel piece simply bolted in place, it was heavy but irremovable once her hands were cuffed behind her again. A set of ankle cuffs added to her restraint, and all three were linked with a single chain shortened and punctuated by cruelly tight nipple and clit clamps that forced her into a painful and humiliating ducked walk that exposed her for anyone looking to see.
The deputies all looked at their watches after she was restrained and waited a few minutes before one of them gave the nod, and she was directed to move. She was led out of the Sheriff’s office and outside by two deputies and she knew she should have felt that same humiliation still. She was forced to squat and shuffle her way naked through the streets of a backwater town in the middle of nowhere to face something she dare not put a name to. She couldn’t see people, but she could hear them, she knew the sheriff would have made sure the whole town was there to see, that was the point of this spectacle after all, to make sure that women knew the price of female on male violence. Once she might have hoped for sympathy, but she heard the names they called her, the jeering. She resigned herself to what would come.
With what limited movement she had in her neck she could see a wooden platform at the intersection of the town’s two main roads, the only conclusionwas that it was her intended destination. When she got there she was practically hoisted up rough wooden steps by the deputies, clamps and chains digging in cruelly as they did, but there was no way her chains would have let her climb any step over an inch tall. At the top of the steps, around 5 feet off ground level the party stopped and a murmur in the crowd told her something was about to happen..
The Sheriff spoke, “Pursuant to the powers invested in me as County Sheriff by the Bureau of Female Affairs, and the Criminal Code of the Androcracy of Pussiana as enshrined in the Compulsory Female Slavery Law 2022 I Sheriff Dominic Anthony Hixton Junior do hereby inform you, the population of Tightslit Creek, that this cunt has been accused of, and, upon thorough investigation, been found guilty of the murder of Emmet Rust. Subsequent to her abandonment by her CMR she will now face the full justice of the BFA. May the gods have mercy on her holes.”
Ellen’s cuffs and clamps were undone and as she was dragged towards it she saw what occupied the platform she was on. It looked like half a barrel raised a few feet from the ground, the wood around either side was stained darker than elsewhere, and 5 loops of rough rope showed where she was about to be tied. On one side was a wheel with a handle meant for turning; she didn’t really want to think too much about what it might be for.
She knew what was going to happen, what had to happen, she looked at the Sheriff, her eyes pleading with him, begging him to somehow live up to the vague promises he had made just a few hours ago, but she saw little more than vague disinterest in return. She attempted to struggle, to stop what was going on but her every movement felt sluggish, weak, and inadequate under the grip of the deputies. In a few short steps she was there, her options now as close to none as they would ever be.
“Please…please…you can’t do this…this can’t be happening…I was the one that was drugged, I only came here to find Kayla…please…please someone stop th–” her speech was cut short as one deputy wrenched open her mouth, pulled on the end of her tongue, and trapped it tightly between two thin metal rods that extended wider than her mouth. She could now no longer either close her mouth or speak. Now she couldn’t stop panting, the rush of adrenaline making her take lungfuls of air it thought she needed, her heart beat so fast it hurt.
The deputies tied her ankles, now unresisting, so the rough ropes had her facing away from the half barrel with some slack. As they did this her arms were free, and Ellen tried reflexively and pathetically to protect any modesty that might remain. Something passed across her vision and with a sharp tug the noose around her neck hauled her backwards across the half barrel, arms flailing.
The crowd laughed, and jeered. She tried to loosen the rope at her neck but her hands were quickly taken from her and tied down. She lay there, back in agony, legs spread, head upside down. This was nothing like what she’d seen on TV when her father made her watch what happened to a Female Liberation Front commander that had been caught. She hadn’t even been restrained. Cattle prods and a beating made her immobile before SEFR agents had started the so-called “infinite gangbang”.
“As is our town’s long-held tradition,” shouted the Sheriff, “the wronged parties have the right to the opening rape.”
Wronged Parties? She thought. The bastard who’d tried to rape her was dead, who on earth had she wronged?
“Ezekiel, Ezrael, if you’d like to come on up.”
She thought Emmet had been huge in the footage from the bar but from what she saw he was clearly the runt of the litter. The two men, both almost seven feet tall circled her like predators, solemn faces examining every inch of her exposed body .
“Now, you know the rules. Fuck her as hard as you like in any primary fuckhole, when you’re done give the wheel on the side one turn. Feel free to get back in line as many times as you like, boys. It’s been a rough time, I wouldn’t want you to feel like you hadn’t had a bit of payback.”
“Thanks, Sheriff, pussy won’t bring Emmet back, but we can tear her up in recompense.”
She heard the unzipping and prepared for the worst. She couldn’t turn away, there was no more struggling to be had, all that was left was to hope she’d choke on a cock fairly quickly. One of the two men settled in front of her, and she got the first look at his hardened member. She wanted to scream, to run, it was too big for any woman, it would never fit inside her but there was simply no place for her to turn.
Without further ceremony the man in front of her took hold of the two metal bars pinning her tongue in place and pushed his rapidly stiffening cock along her tongue. In panic she tried to move once more but a firm open hand slap on her tits forced her to cry out in pain giving her abuser a moment to push his cock inside her mouth, and then begin making his way down her throat. The choking sensation was immediate, she was no stranger to sucking cock after a final year of high school being friends with the cheer squad, but thankfully not on it. This monster was a jawbreaker, though. Worse than the sheer size, though was the force. Ellen was forced to lay there, gagging, heaving, her tied limbs pulling involuntarily at the ropes as her body tried anything to escape her head was all but slammed back into the half barrel she was stretched across as if he was trying not just to fuck her face, but fuck right through her and out the other side.
“Yeah, little cunt. You deserve this. Emmet would only have raped you for a few days before getting bored and leaving you near a fem-vet…if you lived that long.” said the giant as he thrust himself down her throat again and again in a dizzying and breathtaking act of pure degradation.
His rough hands toyed with her breasts, taking time, rolling the nipples between their fingers. For a moment, just a moment, Ellen almost relaxed before fear and choking pain seeped back in to take over from the morsel of pleasure he’d unknowingly given her.
“Hey Ezekiel, keep playing with her tits, this little cunt just just quivered when you did it…” said a voice nearer her feet. A third rough hand curled around her left hip, and she felt something brush her labia. “Man, she’s here to be fucked for as long as it takes, and the cunt’s actually into it”
Ellen’s eyes were already streaming with tears from the rough deep throat she was suffering but now she began to actually cry too. It didn’t matter how much cock she took, how well she sucked, how submissive her body was there would always be another cock, another slap, another violation, and if she made it through the first day things would only get worse for her.
She felt a second hand join the first at her hips, and in a moment her labia were forcibly parted. If she’d had breath in her to force out into a primal shriek of rage this second cock would have done it. She wanted to kick, and scream, force the men off her but the rough ropes secured her limbs more than well enough that that was not an option, and even if she did she knew there was no chance of a reprieve. Rapists would return, they’d tire her out, wear her down, choke her, cum in her, cum on her, use her like she was little more than a sex toy.
Now with her pussy feeling the same rhythmic pounding her body began to betray her even as she sobbed. Somewhere deep inside her brain that dark place she’d seen a mote of earlier began to awaken once more, and all she could think of now was the cock between her thighs, long, firm, and dripping with her juices. Suddenly she felt somewhat detached, freed, looking at herself from the outside. What was the best way to handle her fate, was there even an option that would prove to be a lesser agony. She could fight, and hate, and wallow in her anger…seethe at every new violation, or she could submit, let them do as they wanted and concentrate on the growing warmth and pleasure between her thighs. She could embrace that darkness and sink into the choking inky blackness of mindless pleasure and obedience. No, she thought, it wasn’t fair, she shouldn’t be here, she hadn’t done anything wrong, she’d been the one who’d been drugged, her kidnapper had basically maimed himself as she fell.
The remoteness was gone, she was back in the moment, feeling hands explore her body, in the snatches of breath she could muster she worked up enough breath to scream, but even this small act of resistance was cut short as an almost shovel sized hand slapped her exposed tits once more.
It could have been minutes, it could have been hours to Ellen, but eventually the pitch and pace of the pounding began to change. She felt a warmth between her thighs that once again threatened to make her relax, let go, simply exist to be fucked and little more. The cock in her throat retreated, and she went to breathe only to find her mouth full of thick sticky cum. She went to spit it out but a choking hand clamped over her mouth and nose.
“No, no, little cunt. You swallow. You swallow good. A single drop spilled and I’ll ask if we can get the ‘tools’ out early.”
She didn’t know what the tools were, but she could guess. She knew the process was meant to make her suffer visibly, and be a lesson to any other woman who would dare commit violence against “the superior gender”. She swallowed. Her trapped and sore tongue scoured her mouth as best it could for the remaining cum and sent it cascading down her throat into her belly.
The giant was still crouched down alongside her, looking into her eyes as they betrayed a mixture of cold fear and lip quivering passion. “There, that wasn’t so bad was it. Don’t worry, I’ll be back after a drink or two for your ass. There’s barely enough men in this town for this kind of thing, so we need to make do. Now it’s time to see just how long you can last…”
She heard Ezreal, the man who had just finished inside her make his way to the side of where she was tied, and stop. His heavy footsteps ending as he zipped himself back up.
“Ready Ezekiel?”
“Yeah. I like to watch when they find out about this part.”
She felt something move to one side of her, the wheel she’d seen earlier. What was it the Sheriff had said…one turn each? Suddenly she realised what was happening as the rope around her neck became slowly but almost imperceptibly tighter.
“That’s it. I love it when they get the real fear in them. Now don’t you pass out before my next turn. It’s no fun if you’re not suffering.”
—
Ellen hung there limply. Her face numb from pounding, what drool she had within her pouring onto the wood below. Her lungs burned as she gulped down air, the rope around her neck digging tighter and tighter with each load inside her, each attempt at swallowing getting more and more difficult. Her skin burned from the day’s sun, she was pretty sure if it wasn’t for the cum being pumped down her throat every few minutes she’d have passed out from dehydration long before now.
She swore she’d seen every man in this two bit town at least twice, their loads were getting thin, and the time between each rape was only lengthening. At this rate she might even survive to the following morning. She lost track of how many times she’d been allowed to cum. Some men would notice what was happening and had pulled out to pussy slap her senseless in an attempt to stop her orgasm, others took a bizarre sort of pride in overstimulating her as she choked and pulled against her restraints, thighs shaking despite every fibre of her being begging them not to. Had it not been for the gag that trapped her tongue in what was now an excruciating embrace at least one man would have been begged to fuck her harder rather than let her orgasm die.
Deep inside she knew what was happening. She couldn’t stop the animal urge to fuck and keep on fucking, the lack of Oxygen was pushing her highs even higher, and slowly she’d come to accept that this was where her end would come, strapped to a wooden contraption, all because she wanted to speak to Kayla, to see her, to be with her.
For a second she went cross-eyed and almost faded from consciousness as her current rapist amused himself by idly thumbing her clit. None of the boys on the football team had ever been interested in her pussy beyond the occasional fuck against the wall, but the menfolk of this town seemingly enjoyed toying with her pain and pleasure however they could.
Another man entered her mouth, she was used to it now, barely felt the cock slide in and out, how much saliva she produced. Obediently she gulped yet another load and the rope tightened again.
Incapable of any other expression her eyes rolled up into her head for a second before returning, her tongue lolled, the two thin bars still preventing her speech, or putting her tongue away. Cum dripped from every part of her. Every hole, every surface, soul deep she was covered in the collected cum of an entire town.
She watched the sun hit the distant horizon, and wondered if this would be the last sunset she’d see.
Suddenly there was a loud noise overhead that only got louder as it hit the town square. She couldn’t really see to focus, she barely had a competent idea of what was going on. There seemed to be a small commotion, but the lack of cock in any of her holes was a welcome respite even if she knew it wasn’t going to last. As she closed her eyes she was able to focus at last on something else…people were talking, and the volume was only increasing.
“I am well within my rights as Sheriff to pass sentence in the absence of a judge, and see that sentence carried out.”
“I know Sheriff, I’m just the messenger. Her home BFA office was informed when you put her termination in the registry, and they’ve been trying to contact you for the rest of the day. When they couldn’t get in touch they designated a Slavery Enforcement and Fugitive Retrieval agent to come and deal with it”
“This is bullshit, she should pay for what she did!”
“Feel free to submit a complaint to the E-ville BFA offices, they work from 0900 to 1700, every day of the week. I’m sure they’ll take what you have to say very seriously, and then continue to oppress females in the way they see fit. There is a system. There is order. The evidence was reviewed by a BFA approved judge, and the sentence revised.”
“Next time I see SEFR in my town on a day like this you best come armed.”
“No offence, Hixton, but I’m pretty sure if I sent in Slave-Agent Sassyminx here she could keep your entire department distracted while I did whatever the fuck I liked and your guys wouldn’t even mess up her makeup…might leave her ass a little red but she’s used to it. You had your fun, move the fuck on.”
There was a guttural growl from the Sheriff. “Fine, she’s yours. Come on, Deputies. Let’s let the agent here go about his work. Everyone else…show’s over, go fuck someone else, this cunt’s off-limits.”
There was nothing really for Ellen to do except wonder what was going on and fight against the oxygen deprivation that was now taking over her whole brain. She heard boots on the platform near her as though someone was circling while keeping out of sight.
“Fuck’s sake, I just had the Cunthound cleaned. Minxy, give her a once over will you, and stop that thing from choking her out entirely.”
“Yes, Master.”
Almost instantly Ellen felt the rope at her neck loosen, she breathed long deep breaths that had been denied to her for hours now. The first thing she felt was a warm wet tongue working its way between the lips of her pussy, complete with slurping and sucking noises. In moments she was reduced to moaning as a nimble delicate tongue delved deep into the soft flesh of her pussy, caressing her every contour.
“Okay, Minxy, I think her pussy’s clean enough, get the rest of her legs done, then move onto her face and tits.”
The licking continued across her legs and thighs, her hips, her upper pelvis and stomach. It was careful, considered, and while she might have objected earlier she just felt glad to be relieved of the predicament she’d been in. Eventually the licking subsided, and she heard someone move around from the other side of where she was strapped, to the one where she could see.
The golden light of the evening revealed a woman in powder blue crotchless shorts, and a tight blue and white top with “SEFR – Sassyminx” emblazoned across it. The woman was tall, lithe, stunningly beautiful. Her jet black hair tumbled from a high ponytail down her back, and a mischievous face held twinkling emerald eyes. Ellen’s brain pounded from the reintroduction of adequate oxygen, her thoughts were hard to place. The woman knelt down and gently began to lick her breasts, clearing the slow crying cum from them one square inch at a time and this is when Ellen realised what had been brewing in her mind. Powder blue uniform, calling off the police…this was a SlaveCop. Suddenly she shrieked and tried to pull away, but the slavecop simply squeezed the nipple that was between her teeth to pacify Ellen in a second.
Quietly the slavecop whispered “Don’t worry, we’ll have you out soon. Everything’s going to be fine.” before resuming her attentive insistent lapping at Ellen’s breasts, then her face, removing the gagging bars as she did so. It took a while, but when she was finished the slavecop knelt by her, head up to face her Master Agent.
“Cleaning complete Master Shafter. How should this cunt proceed?”
“Hmm…oh…get her up on her feet, I need to read some procedural stuff to her.”
Slowly Ellen’s bonds were released. Her ankles and wrists were red raw, her back was in agony, and she hadn’t a scrap of clothing to wear…but she was alive, and the slowly cooling breeze over the plain outside of town felt good.
The Master Agent was young, dashing even, she thought. He had cute smile. The way he’d talked so far he didn’t seem too bad, certainly more approachable than the fearsome reputation of the SEFR Master-Agents had led her to believe. She should thank him, she thought.
“Thank you, I–OOF” she began, but a slap caught her across the face and only Sassyminx’s quick reactions in holding her shoulders kept her from falling.
“Just doing my job, cunt, the slap’s a formality….you will only talk when I ask. Understand.”
“Yes….sir”
“Much better.”, he smiled. Maybe it was her imagination, maybe it was the lack of Oxygen but in the back of her mind a small voice told her to submit, to pleasure him, to serve. He looked at a clipboard in his hand. “Okay, well this is fairly nonstandard, but here we go. Masterless Slut, Ellen Neal, following a BFA review of video evidence we have concluded that your scheduling for Termination was incorrect, furthermore your CMR has been compensated for time and mental anguish caused by any suggestion the Tightslit Creek Sheriff’s Department may have caused by suggesting he was unable to control or train cunts and or sluts. As such your sentence is hereby commuted.”
Ellen began to sob uncontrollably. She would have fallen again, but Sassyminx now had both her shoulders firmly held to prevent it.
“Okay, that’s the first part, Minxy, kneel her for me….”
“Yes, master”
The firm hold on her shoulder stayed but with a gentle downward push, and somehow it felt natural for Ellen to kneel and look up at the Master-Agent who had saved her.
“Subsequent to the abandonment of CMR status, and cancellation of your freedom pass you are hereby taken into public ownership…”
Ellen was confused at first, the words didn’t make sense. She was about to say something as Shafter leant down and placed something against her neck with a snap. All too late she realised what it was…a black band, a magnetic clasp. A soft whirring sound signalled the adjustment of the band to her skin. She should have been broken, dismayed, begged and pleaded. Somehow it felt right. She’d looked her own mortality in the face and fought to live, and that was better than the alternative. Now with a neckband, enslaved and owned by the state she could give others pleasure in their existence too.
“Okay, Minxy, do your thing.”
Not for the first time today Ellen felt a handful of her curls being taken in hand. The Slave Agent knelt between herself, and Agent Shafter. Unzipping Shafter and manoeuvring his cock out of his trousers using only her tongue she began to lovingly suck, lick, and kiss. In her mouth she made it look delicious. She face fucked herself, gagging, tearing up….she wanted it…she needed it. Suddenly Ellen wanted to it too, what little moisture she had in her mouth drooled out Sassyminx it look so easy, so fun, all Ellen wanted was to be taken and used…
Sassyminx pulled the cock out of her mouth, aiming it at Ellen, and more white strands shot out and covered her face. At this point she automatically went to clean it with her tongue. Now she knew she was to live, at least for the moment, it even tasted…good.
“Well at least she’s still hungry.” said Agent Shafter in an amused tone, ”Okay, according to your paperwork you are now Ellen Cumdump-226, but you will answer to Cumdump. Do you understand, Slavecunt?”
“Yes…..Master”
Okay, Minxy, get her in the Cunthound, we can drop her off on the way back to the BFA.
“Come on, cunt”, said Sassyminx softly as she stood, using Ellen’s hair to force her to her feet. The few steps to the aircar made Ellen’s legs feel like lead, she was tired beyond measure, and everything was pure pain except for the roiling post-orgasmic warmth that still washed over her in waves of reelected pleasure. As they approached the aircar Sassyminx pressed a button on a bracelet she wore and a small circular hatch in the body of the aircar slid open.
“Don’t worry, almost over.” said Sassyminx as she bundled Ellen into the hatch head first. Inside was a tube only a little bigger than Ellen herself, her arms were pinned to her side but the cool and slightly slick metal felt good against her sunburned skin. She heard a puff of something in front of her, the air smelled suddenly sweet, and then she was deep asleep.
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Ellen dropped to the ground, she was groggy, uncertain. She went to stand but a swift hand held her down and affixed a collar and leash before she could.
“Remember, Cumdump, slavecunts walk on all fours unless instructed by a Master, and must be leashed in all public places. Failure to comply has serious penalties.” whispered Sassyminx in her ear.
It was another confusing few minutes. She crawled into the building led by Sassyminx, who tailed Agent Shafter. She’d seen plenty of slavegirls bitchwalk on all fours before, but hadn’t realised just how energy intensive it would be to keep up with people talking normally.
They were inside a walled compound, and approached the entrance of the anonymous grey building at its centre. The place had a small car park for this door, but in the distance through two separate high barbwire fences Ellen could see a much larger car park that almost seemed like a hive of activity by comparison. When they reached the entrance next to it was gold plaque that read “Pussiana Penal Brothel and Community Service Centre (South West). She caught Sassyminx looking down at her sadly, but all she could think of is that she could still be back in TIghtslit Creek as an alternative.
Removing his SEFR baseball cap Shafter approached a slave-clerk on entry, and had Ellen, or Cumdump as she was now to be known booked in. “Right, Minxy, another successful mission. Sadly no runners, so no 20 lashes off for you today, but I could do with the upper body workout anyway. Tie her up over there and we can get going.”
“Yes, Master.” said Sassyminx, pulling Cumdump over to a series of metal loops on the wall, fastening her leash to one of them. She bent down and kissed Cumdump on the forehead. “I’m sorry you’re here, slavecunt, but without a Master of your own we have no choice.”
Cumdump smiled back at her she went to speak but warning eyes, and a jerk of the head to Shafter stopped her. “Remember, slavecunt. Silence whenever a male is present unless asked to speak. You belong to them now. All of them.”
Cumdump nodded, and smiled back mutely.
“Googd girl.” said Sassyminx as she left, her Master Agent’s hand diving between her thighs before they’d even left.the building.
She sat there, tied to the wall and mute for a while before a handler emerged from a nearby corridor followed by a second. The first picked up a clipboard and began reading.
“Fuck, another stray from E-ville, where the fuck are they keeping them all. Reckon we put her in with the newbie whose CMR died? Might make a nice pair?”
“Yeah, fuck it. She needs a cleanup at the moment. Should be a good watch.”
Like the Sheriff’s office everywhere in the place was the sound of flesh on flesh, but mixed with sobs and grunts were moans and heavy breathing. Ellen knew she would likely spend the rest of her life here unless someone bought her but it would at least be the rest of a life, and it was up to her to make of it what she could. Most likely she would wake up in the morning. She’d be here as the plaything of any rapist who cared to pay the state a pittance for her but at least she would still be around to be raped. The thought cleared her head. She smiled. The collar and leash seemed lighter now somehow.
“Okay, Cumdump, room 74, you’re in with Tastyfuck. Lick her clean, you’ve got 5 minutes before the next client.” said the handler opening the door.
The room was all white tiles with a couple of standard rape and restraint beds, a comfy chair labelled “MALES ONLY” a drain, and a showerhead. Around three feet off the floor was a black line around the room, and the ominous message “PUNISHMENT LINE – NO FEMALE HEADS ABOVE THIS LINE UNLESS ORDERED” In the middle of the floor was a woman. She was curled into a ball, weeping softly, her face plastered with cum. Her arms and legs tried desperately to restore long vanished dignity.
Ellen crawled over, the leash trailing behind her as her handler closed and locked the door. She looked at the cum coated woman. Just a day ago she would have balked at licking her clean, but after a solid day of rape and torture this seemed easy. She began to lick and swallow the cum that caked the woman’s face, and was at least partially pooled on the floor.
It took a few seconds but something finally registered, beneath the cum, the smeared makeup, the tears, and the eyes closed tight to shut out reality Cumdump knew this woman…she smiled, overjoyed like several sparks of hope had just lit up in her brain all at once.
“…Kayla?”