The Last Lesbians

[gagged_Louise]

"We wouldn't expect you to come out with your contacts" Howard continued, improvising a bit as he went. "This one was printed by a group in the Northern part of the country, and it contains just a lot of rubbish agitation about some sort of archaic matriarchate, when women were supposed to have ruled the world - mere mythology - and insane orders to come out fighting against male business and the decent cultursal values we live by. I can tell you they'd go down fighting, at the most..."
One of the other men held the first open pages of the pamphlet closer in front of Hannah so she could see it. It was an exultant text about matriarchates, female deities and the submission of women. Was it truly out of the lesbian undergound?
"We caught all of them and they were questioned about this libertine masculinophobia. After a few weeks, most of them were ready to be reformed and were sent to a labour and correction camp in Scotland. I hear they're doing fine and some of them have been released. One or two of the leaders refused to take advice and one particularly stubborn woman was hanged. I remember seeing that on intercom tv, she didn't want to understand so she had to go down at the gallows with her hands tied in front and a crotch rope running from them up to the back of her neck. She was a real jolly sight as she struggled to get free and tugged at her privates! Oh boy...Now, you don't want that to be the destiny of yourself or Ms Butler?" he said and looked with glacial eyes at Hannah.

Sarah, standing in her corner alone with hands cuffed, heard his words and gazed at the Major in disgust.

In the back yard, separated from the front yard by a wall and a sandstone four-step stairway pass without any gate, two of the soldiers were pushing Minerva's head underwater, one of them putting his knee toward her left thigh to stop her resistance and the other, who had grabbed a set of gardening gloves hanging on a stall just beside, probing her asshole open. Minerva's body shook like a wild dog, and Jedburgh, the soldier aiming to rape her ass first, saw that her hands were visibly trying to get past her butt, but they had been tightly bound and she stood no chance of protecting herself that way, getting past the shapely buttocks would have been hard even if the cinching had been less tight. Playfully, he raised his right hand up, stretching it out, and pushed them upwards a little. He pushed her right thigh aside with his own right knee and pushed his hard cock comfortably inside her ass, shoving it past the opening that two hours ago had been shielded by her leather skirt and her panties. Minerva was frantically wringing her hands and stamping into the ground.
"Mmmgh!! Help!" he could faintly hear Minerva growling through her closed lips. He guessed the water would be seeping in through her nostrils a little; the other soldier held her head underwater.
Jedburgh drove into her a few times and then nodded at the other guy. His hold relaxed slightly, though still firm, and Jedburgh, his shaft still half-buried in her, lifted his hand, brought it in the water to Minerva's cheek and helped lift her out of the drink. About forty-five seconds had passed since they pushed her under. She gasped for air, her lungs cried out for fresh air, and water came spewing out of her nose.

[Stephanie]

Hannah continued to glare. Her strong arms were pinned to her sides and behind her back. Her muscled thighs tensed beneath her black shorts. Her voice was still bold. "I'm sure you can torture me into saying anything, into giving anything away, but we'd all know it was just fear and pain. We'd all know it wasn't real." Hannah couldn't yet believe there was anything that could be done to change who she was. Much less did she know the men not only planned to change her but also to, eventually, make her pay anyway.

Sarah scowled at the man. "I know I wasn't talking to myself. I'm a woman, in this as much as her. I'm not just her fetish, you racist pig!" She stamped one of her booted feet with the powerful legs of a former soccer player, ebony flesh ripping over toned, female muscle.


Minerva was in a panic as her virgin ass was taken, blood dripping from the tight opening even as her mature, rounded cheeks clenched wildly in an attempt at defense which only made the whole thing much worse on her. She was held by her soft thighs against the water tank even as her ass and head were manhandled. She spewed water out from both her mouth and nose, gasping wildly. She was wearing only her sneakers. "Time for my cage now?" she asked almost hopefully.

"I'll take it." Beatrice said, lifting the tray from between her toned, athletic thighs, spread in her attempts to fit comfortably into the cage so that her tiny red short shorts rode up and showed panties. She handed it back to the guard, waiting for her real food.

Dawn smiled weakly. "Thank you, Beatrice." She wiped her sweat dampened red hair from her forehead and tried to stretch inside her tiny cage. The ballgag still hung around her neck, ready to be replaced in a second.