The Last Lesbians

[curiousnovice]

Sergeant Masters jumped into the back of the truck and ordered one of his subordinates to close the doors from the outside. The doors slammed shut.

Masters eyed the offenders. Five women, sitting there submissively, handcuffed, with hoods on their heads. All fully dressed. But that problem could be solved. Just as soon as they arrived at the Repeat Offenders Punishment Center, he'd get those clothes off the women. Then their punishment would start.

He began to speculate about what he might do to them once he got them inside the Repeat Offenders Punishment Center.

Sergeant Masters was a fully trained Punishment Officer and knew the procedure. The thing to do was to single one of the women out for particularly cruel abuse. The others would see what was happening. Once they'd watched the harsh abuse of one of their the group, the rest of them would be easier to crack.

Sergeant Masters wondered which woman he'd pick out for "the special treatment."

His training and experience as a Punishment Officer told him to go with his guts. That one. His notes said her name was called Beatrice Butler. Shapely, fit body, as far as he could see. Breasts looked just the right size for some abuse. She was the one.

Just as soon as they got to the Repeat Offenders Punishment Center, he would give it to Beatrice Butler. In front of the other women, of course.

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OOC: Sorry Stephanie but I am running out of ideas here. Everyone reading -- can one of you take over this RP with Stephanie please?

[Stephanie]

OOC: Anyone interested in taking over for Novice? If not, I might move this to story ideas and then make a story from it. If so...well...that'd be preferable to me by far.

[Stephanie]

The women couldn't really be described as at all submissive, merely restrained. Underneath their hoods they were seething with anger and resentment and their capture by overwhelming force. Their bodies were tensed rather than yielding and in their handcuffs their hands were balled up into fists.

[Twister]

The van came to a halt...a few moment passed and the lock was opened and the rear doors creaked open....."last stop ladies!...everybody out..."
beatrice was the first to step to the rear of the van.....sargent masters roughly grabs her and pulls her forward....just as she passses thu the doors he releases her....letting her tumble to the ground...masters kneels down and drives his knee into her sex..the pain shoots thu her body.but he pins her chest to the hard ground before she can move..leaning forward he whispers to her so the others can not hear...."welcome to your new home cunt...I know I'm going to enjoy your stay"....he graps her nipple thru her bra and shirt....twisting it almost 180 degrees...."up cunt" he shouts...pulling her to her feet.....he pushes her to a doorway..."stand here" is all he says...and returns to the van to collect the others.....

[Stephanie]

Masters produces the first sound Beatrice has made since the bag came over her head as she shrieks in pain, being dragged over to stand in the doorway. She trembles a little in her rather scanty outfit as the others make their way to their own feet. "I demand to speak to my lawyer." Hannah said boldly through her hood.

[Twister]

Masters looked at the darky clad figure of the woman.....she was built...he'd give her that...muscled yet had those wonderful breasts....her tight black t-shirt she wore did little to hide them....."well yes maam..right this way" masters said ....as Hannah turned to the sound of Masters voice....He hit her in the stomach...hard...driving his fist into her....knocking her into the door of the van....the hood she wore made it impossiable to tell where he was...
He moved in close...and spoke to her in a kind voice....your days of lawers and trials are over ....you've been found guilty...and have been sentanced...
your cunt belongs to me now.....with that he slammed his hand... palm up into her pussy...almost picking her up off the ground.....quicly her grabbed the back of the hood and shoved her to her waiting friend at the door..god I love my job... he thought as he turned to retrive the next woman....

[Stephanie]

Those words seemed to set the women off. Beatrice muttered something loud but unintelligible in her hood and charged towards the guards, trying to kick and butt them. The other women soon followed suit and soon the smooth flesh of eight white legs and two black ones was showing everywhere as the women kicked in vain. It was true that Hannah and Sarah were powerful kickers and that even Beatrice had decently strong legs, but they couldn't see who they were fighting. The women managed to land a few kicks and Hannah and Sarah even managed to make a few bruises but ultimately a futile gesture, a helpless display of importent rage at what they knew their fate would be.