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Title: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Five (5/20) {Bradley Stoke} {FF (caution)}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 5 of 20
Keywords: FF (caution)
Short Summary: Sharon and Tracey are entertained by Primrose and her friends.

Escape from Buggery
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Synopsis of whole novel
======================

Sex tourism is an adventure, but for Sharon and Tracey their 
trip to Buggery was rather more of an adventure than they'd 
anticipated. And certainly more than the brochure advertised. 
This is a dark disturbing novel in a world the sex tourist 
would rather not know about.


For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www

Previously
==========

Sharon and Tracey are attempting to escape from buggery, but get 
exhausted walking through the countryside. They are helped out 
by Primrose, a school teacher


Chapter Five
============


"Who the fuck are you?" were the words by which the two 
girls were woken just a few hours later. They raised up their 
weary heads from the hard straw pillows which had come to 
seem so incredibly comfortable, and blearily focused on the 
towering figure of a woman dressed only in leather boots and 
leather shoulder-pads. This in itself made the woman a 
formidable and intimidating sight, but this was reinforced by a 
body which was more muscular than either Sharon or Tracey 
were sure a woman's body should ever be. But she was clearly 
a woman, and one who shaved her vagina as well. Although 
nearly naked, rather a lot of heavy iron and leather decorated 
her, dangling from pierced nipples and vagina. She wore a 
leather belt around her waist from which dangled a long holster 
for a truncheon and a collection of buckled leather bags.

"We're friends of Primrose," explained Sharon wearily.

"They're tourists, Tiger Lilly dearest," added Primrose who 
entered the room at that moment. "I found them lying under the 
baobab, absolutely exhausted and suffering from heat stroke. I 
don't know how they'd got there, but it was obvious they 
couldn't stay there forever. So I thought I'd bring them back 
home to keep them away from trouble."

"By bringing trouble here to our fucking cottage, you mean!"

"Tiger Lilly, what harm does it do? As long as they're on their 
way soon we'll be alright."

"It's not for us to harbour foreigners. They might be fucking 
spies or something! We should hand them in to the authorities 
so that they can be properly processed."

"Like processed meat, you mean, Tiger Lilly. Do you want then 
to be raped and humiliated by the police. It's obvious they're 
not spies. They're just ignorant tourists. They probably just got 
lost going to the beach." Primrose smiled indulgently at the 
pathetic sight of Sharon and Tracey's peeling sunburn and raw 
red marks on their upper chest. "I mean, I know you're police 
yourself, but if we took them in you don't think your colleagues 
won't give you a bit of rough interrogation as well. Once the 
police get their hands into anything, they usually leave more 
battered bodies and corpses around than there were to start off 
with. They'd suspect the heir apparent if he happened to be 
passing by. No, Tiger Lilly sweetheart, things'd only get worse 
if we took them to the authorities. Leave them to relax. No 
one'll tell the police, and you know it."

Tiger Lilly snorted reluctantly, and let Primrose escort her out 
of the bedroom, leaving the two girls slumped on the bed. 
Sharon was feeling ever so faintly sick and Tracey had a 
persistent burning sensation on her shoulders and on the top of 
her bum which just didn't seem to want to go away. Within 
seconds, they collapsed back into a feverish sleep, their naked 
bodies intertwined to stop themselves falling off the edges of 
the single bed.

It was about an hour later that Primrose returned to the 
bedroom with a faint smile. "We'd best get you two tidied up!" 
she said, handing the girls sleeveless white cotton blouses which 
would come down to the base of their breasts and no further. 
They had no chance to put them on, as she then produced a 
small tin bowl in the warm steamy water of which was floating a 
large sponge. Then with no evidence of ceremony, Primrose 
started vigorously scrubbing Sharon's face, body and limbs. It 
was like scrubbing a floor dry. Every few seconds she would 
squeeze out the moisture from the sponge into the bowl, and 
then began scrubbing other parts. As soon as she'd judged that 
Sharon was clean, she started scrubbing Tracey with just the 
same vigour. When her attention came to the area between 
Tracey's legs where all her rings were dangling from her 
reddened and sore stubbled vagina, she paused as if in thought. 
She then leant forward and briefly kissed Tracey's pierced 
clitoris.

"That's a lovely ring!" She said smiling. "That would cost me 
more than a month's wages."

"Is it?" wondered Tracey, who had actually thought it 
remarkably cheap compared to how much such jewellery 
would have cost back home. Of course, she'd not actually paid 
for it, but, even taking into account the cost of the piercing, she 
knew it was substantially cheaper than any of the countless 
fucks she'd had in Throb.

"It's beautiful!" Primrose continued, picking up the sponge and 
proceeding to scrub the dust and dirt off Tracey's legs. "But 
you tourists just don't know the value of things do you? At least 
that's what we hear. That you're all stupid and sex-mad, but 
ridiculously wealthy." She paused thoughtfully. "Is it true, that? I 
mean, that you're wealthy?"

"What do you fucking think!" snorted Sharon. "Do we look like 
we're rich?"

"I don't know," said Primrose sadly. "I don't know what rich 
people look like. I've never seen one in my life."

Primrose finally finished her cleaning and squeezed out the filthy 
water into the tin bowl. "You're clearly pretty na<ve, aren't you," 
she continued. "Things in Buggery are quite different to 
wherever you come from, I can see that. I'd better give you a 
bit of advice on what to wear here. It's very important you do, 
otherwise you'll be picked up by the police, and, believe me, 
that is the very last thing you want to happen. In fact, it could 
well be the last thing that does happen to you. Fortunately, the 
police are relatively lax in this district, but you've still got to be 
pretty careful about your appearance. If you look too much out 
of place, you'll be arrested and then ? Well, I don't know 
what, but when the police get hold of you, it'll be lucky if you'll 
survive their interrogation. You mustn't wear anything from the 
knee to the midriff. The punishment for non-observance is 
arbitrary and cruel. So, if I were you, put on these old blouses 
of mine and, if you don't want to attract attention keep your 
jewellery down to just one ring about here." She fingered the 
ring she had joining the two flaps of her vulva.

"Who decides what people wear?" wondered Sharon as she 
detached her earrings and nose-stud, and placed them on the 
rickety bedside table. She glanced around the room, having 
recovered sufficiently after her scrubbing to comprehend things. 
Not only was it very small, but it was very bare. The only 
decoration was a faded portrait of the king.

Primrose followed Sharon's gaze. "Him, of course. The King. 
And he changes his mind all the time! Not long ago, people 
were allowed to wear shorts or little skirts as long as they 
covered less than two inches of inside leg. But then he decided 
we all had to have little cunt-rings, and to make sure we were 
wearing them we were proscribed from wearing anything down 
there."

"What happened to all the shorts and skirts?"

"Oh they were publicly burnt. There was a big festival, which 
everyone had to attend. Everyone had to express their love for 
the King and his wisdom and burn their clothes. If the police 
suspected that you were holding back on any clothes, then you 
risked having your house burnt down and your genitals 
mutilated."

Primrose stroked the tangled hairs of Tracey's cunt. "My gosh! 
This has been well used!" she commented looking at a cunt torn 
inside out after years of promiscuity. "You'll have to keep this 
cut short too. They don't like pubic hair obscuring anything. 
That's also illegal."

"Should we shave it all off like you and Tiger Lilly?" wondered 
Sharon who quite fancied the idea.

"Well, we're teachers and we're expected to shave our pubes. 
Different classes and statuses have different rules, you know. 
Most peasants in this country are never allowed to shave their 
pubic hair, and no way could you pass off as a peasant. You're 
too well-fed for a start, and there are no calluses on your 
fingers. And you obviously wear shoes most of the time, 
judging from your tender soles."

After the girls had put on the blouses, which were slightly too 
tight, Primrose took them down to the small dining room where 
they met Tiger Lilly again, and Chrysanthemum. She was the 
other teacher who lived in the cottage. The two teachers were 
watching the flickering black and white pictures on a small 
television. It was, of course, screening Buggery Broadcasting 
Television.

Chrysanthemum was stunningly beautiful, but she wore no 
clothes, her straight blonde hair reached to her bottom and like 
the others she had shaved her pubic hair, but also everywhere 
else as well. When she stood up, she revealed that she was 
quite tall and sported an unbelievably perfect set of teeth. 
"Welcome to our humble home," she smiled broadly and 
reassuringly. 

Tiger Lilly was holding Chrysanthemum's hand, but looked 
rather less beautiful than her lover. She had a broken nose and 
long crooked scar across her stomach. She smiled with rather 
less warmth than either of the other two. "What do you think of 
Buggery?" she asked.

"The television's funny," commented Sharon.

"That's almost entirely for the benefit of the Royal Academy," 
laughed Chrysanthemum. "The moral centre of our society, if 
you like. It's only at the Royal Academies and their grounds 
that anyone is ever really like the people on television in the 
way they dress. And nowhere in the Kingdom is real life like 
what they show."

"It's all a fantasy world," added Primrose, who was aware of 
the girls' confusion. "It's just to tell us what the ideals of our 
society are supposed to be. Nobody's really like that!"

"But what about the people who appear on it?"

"What about the people who service tourists at Pederasty and 
all the other tourist centres in this country?" retorted Primrose. 
"There are a lot of different trades and professions. Some of 
those like acting, or serving at the Royal Palace, or working for 
the police force, or entertaining tourists, are so specialised that 
they have different schools, different ethics, different places to 
live, different expectations and so on."

"Like teachers," suggested Tracey. 

"Well, almost," conceded Primrose. "I can only teach in the 
kind of school I was taught in, though I do have the unusual 
freedom to mix with people who teach in different schools, and 
who were themselves taught in those kind of schools."

"Most of the people round here in this borough are what you 
might call ordinary people," smiled Chrysanthemum. She was 
always smiling. Tracey felt a curiously warm feeling and was 
wondering whether she was already falling in love with the 
woman. "This is a very ordinary area."

"80% peasant, of which 50% are given the opportunity to 
progress at school to the extent that they will always be 
dissatisfied with their lot. 20% middle-class, of which 50% will 
be automatically demoted to peasant if they aren't seen to 
conform sufficiently. Within each group, slightly different 
standards of dress and behaviour so you know exactly what 
you're standing is in society."

"That's all fucking well, Primrose," sniffed Tiger Lilly. "What are 
we going to do with these tourists? Chain them down and rape 
them? Tether them to fucking stakes?"

"Don't be so vulgar, Tiger Lilly dearest," exclaimed 
Chrysanthemum, but with an indulgent smile. "I'm sure the girls 
will be quite happy to have sex with you without being forced 
to."

"We'll just give them a night's sleep and set them off to 
Gomorrah," explained Primrose.

"Gomorrah!" gasped Sharon. "Isn't Buggery at war with 
Gomorrah?"

"Who fucking isn't!" expostulated Tiger Lilly.

"If you go back to Throb, you risk being arrested, raped and 
mutilated for straying out of the tourist areas. If you stay here, 
you'll eventually be found, arrested, raped and mutilated for 
being terrorists. If you try to get to the Embassy districts, you'll 
be arrested, raped and mutilated as spies. You're probably 
going to get killed whatever you do! Buggery's not a very good 
place for foreigners. The Royal Government doesn't want the 
rest of the world to know what the country is like, except 
where its attracts tourism, and then almost exclusively to sell 
sex. They'll kill you to prevent you telling anyone what it's like 
here. They would prefer to continue to be criticised for the 
questionable nature of the sex on offer, than for how most 
people live here. If you get to Gomorrah, you might at least be 
protected as a propaganda weapon by the Gomorrans."

Sharon shivered. This was worse than she'd feared. "Is it really 
that bad?"

Tiger Lilly smiled grimly. "I don't know what you thought 
Buggery would be, but Paradise it fucking well isn't!"

The teachers prepared a dinner for the five of them which 
consisted mostly of vegetables and rice. "All local produce!" 
announced Chrysanthemum proudly.

"Well, actually local produce is all we can buy," qualified 
Primrose. 

The television was left on with the sound turned down. It was 
screening a scene of a man masturbating into a cup: an exercise 
somehow associated with a cookery programme.

"I teach at the local Secondary School," Primrose went on, "so 
I get the best selection of local produce from my pupils. They 
seem to think that if they give me things, they might do better in 
their exams; but since they all bring me things, none of them 
could possibly have an advantage over another."

"What's the school like?" wondered Tracey, who hadn't really 
attended school very much when she was a schoolgirl. She'd 
spent most days playing truant with the boys, with whom she'd 
wander the streets or go somewhere to indulge in drink, drugs, 
cigarettes and sex.

"It's a fairly ordinary school, by Buggery standards. But I 
imagine it's quite different from where you come from. The 
central doctrine of Buggery society is that all the people of 
Buggery be in a state of humiliation imposed on them by the 
King. It is an expression of the people's utter obedience and 
servility to the Crown and is instilled from the earliest age. Part 
of the humiliation of course is that it is progressive, so before 
the children come to Secondary School they have never known 
sexual humiliation or indeed cruelty of any kind.

"Primary schools in Buggery are kept quite separate from the 
rest of society, and no adults (except teachers) are ever 
allowed there. Most of us can only ever remember them 
distantly, and as we start secondary school education at eight 
our memories of them become disjointed. All I know, is that 
children who leave Primary School are totally unprepared for 
Secondary School. Not everyone joins Secondary School, but 
those who do are well and fit. When they leave Primary School 
they are allocated to 'parents' according to eugenic principles. 
Nobody really knows who their real parents are, as breeding 
centres, like Primary schools, are hidden away somewhere out 
of sight.

"The 'parents' send them to Secondary School and are obliged 
by law to give the children as much care and attention as they 
can. The 'parents' are officially only allowed a certain degree of 
parental abuse (but that's one of the few things that isn't very 
well enforced) and these must only take place at certain 
festivals. The children stay at school until they are in a position 
to either graduate, in which case they leave the district, or to be 
turned to work. Most (perhaps 80% of them) will become 
peasants in this area and in turn become assigned 'parents'. If 
they become pregnant, they will be sent to the breeding 
centres, and as often as not they never return. 

"School children must dress according to strict dress 
conventions, which must reflect the general dress code of the 
district and their position in class (which is often different to 
those of their parents). The main criteria of distinction are 
clothes, hair-length, pubic hair and jewellery. Girls and boys 
are dressed and treated identically. No allowances are made 
for their different sexuality, even during sex classes. In my 
school, and I'm sure there are similar rules elsewhere, the 
higher grading a child has then the longer the hair, the shorter 
the pubic hair, the more clothes and jewellery. The top pupil 
then has very long hair, no pubic hair, plenty of jewellery and 
the maximum amount of clothes permitted within the rules of 
this district. The lowest grade pupils, of which there are several, 
have their heads shaved, an untidy bush of pubic hair, no 
clothes and only a large steel cunt-ring. 

"The pupils are evaluated according to a number of factors 
which include physical appearance, physical fitness, academic 
brightness, good behaviour and sexual performance. The top 
pupils are granted special privileges such as a more generous 
food allowance, exemption from certain of the daily humilities 
such as arse-licking and orgy practice. The lowest pupils would 
almost consider such humilities as privileges. They can be, and 
are, treated badly by all pupils with the teachers leading by 
example. They are to be shat on, pissed on, buggered, beaten 
up, whipped, etc. The justification is that this is to encourage 
these pupils to pull themselves together. Instead most leave the 
school altogether and some kill themselves. This is not 
considered to be a cause for much regret or sorrow. 

"As teachers we are obliged to conduct the daily humiliations, 
which include random buggery, cold showers and the ritual 
tearing up of pupils' clothes. Any excuse for punishing the 
pupils must be taken enthusiastically, and punishment will only 
stop after the requisite amount of blood has been shed. Pupils 
try to avoid punishment because if their physical beauty is 
impaired in any way they may drop a grade and begin the long 
slide towards the bottom.

"The reason for all this humility is to show respect towards the 
King. This is best illustrated during the festivals on national and 
local holidays, which can be quite frequent when the country is 
deemed to be doing particularly well at the war. Otherwise, 
they mostly mark birthdays and anniversaries associated with 
the Royal Family. For each festival, there is usually a specific 
ceremony or rite which must be performed. In many cases 
these are just species of orgy. In some cases, pupils have to 
demonstrate their sexual skills to other pupils, which may 
include being buggered by fellow pupils or giving blow jobs to 
members of staff. One not very pleasant ceremony to mark a 
victory over the Sodomites in the last Sodomite War involved 
pupils eating each others' turds and drinking their piss. There 
was a lot of illness the following day; and inevitably some of it 
was fatal.

"The King is praised during formal ceremonies at five intervals 
during the day. On arrival at school, the pupils must close their 
eyes and masturbate the pupil nearest to them to show their 
desire for the King. The next occasion is when the pupils listen 
to a Television Broadcast given by a representative of the King 
which outlines any new duties and responsibilities. They must 
meditate on this. The third occasion is the arse-licking 
ceremony where after cleaning their bottoms, they must lick 
clean the arse of another pupil. This demonstrates the need for 
thorough arse-cleaning. Some pupils are not popular for the 
state of their arses. The fourth occasion is the school orgy, 
where selected pupils have sex with each other and the rest of 
the school observe. This is important for the pupils, as their 
grading depends on their sexual performance. The fifth 
observation at the end of the school day is to kiss the penis of 
the statue of the King outside the school as they leave. Some to 
show their greater love, will, of course, insert their anuses or 
vaginas over the penis.

"The academic classes are much like those in the schools in 
your country I imagine, though the pupils are obliged to take 
their clothes off in Regal Studies, Physical Education, Sex 
Education, Games and Biology. Regal Studies is where they 
learn about the events in the King's life, the history of the Royal 
Family and are taught about his great wisdom and sayings. 
During this class, the students have chains attached to their 
cunt-rings which are attached at the other end to the teacher's 
cunt-ring. I can tell you this is a very uncomfortable lesson for 
me to have to teach."

"The contrast with the Royal Academy where I teach couldn't 
be greater," smiled Chrysanthemum. "The girls, (and they are all 
girls) are taught to worship the King, but are not taught 
humiliation. Merely obedience. The world the Academy girls 
are told about is one like that of the Buggery Broadcasting 
Corporation TV programmes. In fact, the only place that I 
know of where life at all resembles that shown on television is 
at the Academy. All the girls at the Royal Academy are 
groomed for future work at the Royal Court and consequently 
they are amongst the few people in this country who stand 
much likelihood of ever seeing His Majesty in the flesh. As 
opposed to on the many billboards and in the form of officially 
approved statues and portraits.

"According to the strict Eugenic practices of Buggery society, 
enforced rigidly from birth, only the best girls are ever likely to 
go to the Royal Academies. Even the primary schools they 
attend are segregated from the rest of the country. The girls in 
the Royal Academy know nothing about the rest of Buggery, 
beyond what they see on television. I don't think they'd like it if 
they did see it, but it's unlikely they would ever miss it. The 
school grounds where they live are very large and very 
beautiful. Most people in Buggery never get to see such 
beautiful woodland, fields, lakes and gardens as those 
surrounding the Academy. And although the girls are prohibited 
from passing through the Academy's perimeters, very few of 
them are ever likely to be tempted to do so.

"School at the Royal Academy is made as pleasant as possible. 
The girls are kept innocent of many things that might seem 
bizarre to you foreigners. They know nothing about clothes, 
and as you can see from watching television they wouldn't 
know about clothes from there either. They all have very long 
hair and they all shave their pubic hairs. Only the very few 
pupils of black or oriental origin shave their heads (and this is 
mandatory) but they are not discriminated against and are 
treated very kindly. If not indulgently.

"The girls are taught academic subjects, physical education and 
Regal studies just like at other schools in Buggery, but Sex 
Education is always only conducted between themselves. That 
is, the girls are expected and very much encouraged to make 
love with each other. The incentive for this is a certain 
competitiveness to gain prestige and a good reputation, but this 
is not reflected by any difference in how the girls are treated. 
Certainly not in the brutal way they are at Primrose's school. 
The black and oriental girls are particularly popular for sex 
games because of their curiosity value.

"As a teacher I am expected to make love to the girls. This I 
have to do several times a day: usually outside in the gardens 
and always with other girls watching. I also have to make love 
with the male members of staff. These are the only men the girls 
ever meet. The men are not permitted to have sex with the girls 
and are solely there to demonstrate heterosexual sex, without 
which the girls would really have no idea what to do when they 
attend the Royal Courts. I have sex with a man, in a variety of 
different positions, at least twice a day, with the girls watching 
and clapping. Unlike Primrose's school, there's not much anal 
intercourse but I do have to provide the occasional special 
performance. Although the men are not permitted to have sex 
with the girls, they are expected to have sex with each other as 
well as the women teachers. I can't complain about the men. 
They are all very attractive and they are all very good at 
making love. They are not allowed to do anything else, and 
they sleep well away from the girls. The reason for this is that 
the girls must be technically virgins: at least in the sense that 
their maidenheads must remain intact when they leave the 
school and go to the Royal Court.

"It's a very pleasant life for the girls at the Royal Academy. I 
really cannot complain about the privilege I have of working 
there. It's also of course the kind of school I went to. I don't 
know what happens to the girls when they get to the Royal 
Court, but they are certainly well-groomed for the status they 
are expected to maintain."

"It's not so nice at the fucking Police School," commented Tiger 
Lilly. "Not at all so fucking nice. Not even as nice as Primrose's 
pissing nancy school. The pupils, girls or boys, come straight 
from primary school and then we make them. We give them a 
body they're going to be fucking proud of," she flexed her own 
muscles, "we teach them respect for the King and how to get 
others to respect the King.

"When I'm in the classroom, the pupils have to do what the 
fuck I tell them. If that means a few bones get broken or your 
skin gets torn, well fuck it! The pupils have to accept I'll fuck 
them whenever I went, wherever I want, whether they're boys 
or girls." Tiger Lilly waved her plastic truncheon which Sharon 
could now see was in actual fact a double-ended dildo. "I 
expect a good fuck from each of my pupils. There are no 
fucking grades at Police School. You're either in or you're 
fucking out and fuck you!

"We show them how to be good police. The ways to fuck 
people and fuck them up if they're any fucking trouble. We 
show them torture and we teach them the law."

"It's by having a brutal police force," Primrose explained 
reassuringly, "that people in Buggery learn how to support the 
Royal Government. You put a toe out of line and you're 
tortured, mutilated and, if you're lucky, killed."

"Fucking right we're brutal," agreed Tiger Lilly proudly. "No 
fucking bastard can say no to me. I'll fucking tear out his or her 
genitals and eat them in front of them. I've done that before 
now. I'll shove this thing so high up their rear end it pops out 
their fucking mouth. I'll kick them and beat them so fucking 
hard and then get them pleading for more. You can't keep 
people down without a bit of brutality."

"Don't worry about Tiger Lilly," smiled Chrysanthemum. "She's 
not going to torture you two, but, on the other hand, if she 
wants sex with you I wouldn't argue."

"Too fucking right you won't!" Tiger Lilly agreed.

"There are other kinds of schools," elaborated Primrose. 
"There are schools for actors, which are much more like 
Chrysanthemum's school than mine. There are schools for 
tourism. In fact,  there's one not far from Pederasty where you 
were, which teaches all the boys there how to do their trade."

"What happens," wondered Sharon, "to these boys if they 
didn't feel like having sex with a tourist? You know because 
they feel a bit off or something?"

"I'd be surprised," said Primrose a little grimly, "if there are 
many occasions they actually do want sex with a tourist. It's 
just what they're trained to do and if they don't do it well then 
they're out."

"What happens to them then?"

"Nobody knows. I don't know what'd happen to me if it was 
decided I couldn't teach anymore. All we know is that people 
eventually vanish. They get arrested by police, they go to the 
breeding centres, they get called up to fight in whatever war 
there is, they go to hospital. And then they never come back. 
We don't know what happens, but all the rumours are fairly 
unpleasant."

Sharon didn't like the sound of any of these accounts of life in 
Buggery, She glanced at Tracey, who was nervously clasping 
and unclasping her fingers, and looking rather depressed. Her 
head was down and her eyes seemed to be focused on the 
ragged edges of the rug on the cottage floor. Sharon faced 
Primrose, who she thought was the most sympathetic to the 
girls' plight. "What are we going to do?" she pleaded.

"You're not fucking staying here," said Tiger Lilly bluntly.

"I'm afraid that's true," agreed Primrose. "You're going to have 
to get moving. And soon! It'll be dangerous though. If you get 
caught by the police you'll almost certainly be as good as dead 
so you'll have to avoid being seen by them at all costs."

"Should we go disguised as something?" Tracey asked. "Are 
there people who can wander anywhere in this country?"

"Well, yes," considered Primrose. "The Sodomite Pilgrims can 
wander anywhere in this country and they're never troubled." 

"So, should we dress as Sodomite pilgrims?"

"What a fucking joke!" chortled Tiger Lilly.

"I wouldn't," shuddered Chrysanthemum. "Sodomite Pilgrims 
come from Sodom. They come here to visit the sites in this 
country which are considered significant in the history of 
Sodomy. This is usually as a result of their various wars with 
Buggery over the centuries. I don't know much about Sodom. 
And I don't think anyone in Buggery does. Sodom doesn't even 
have the tourism you find in this country. But if the Sodomite 
Pilgrims are anything to go by, Sodom is probably an even 
more unattractive country than this.

"Sodomite priests are almost all women but some are men. 
They wear no clothes but chains which are threaded into their 
noses, genitals and other places. Their heads are shaved and 
they have tattoos on their faces which seem to indicate their 
status. They travel from town to town, village to village begging 
for food as they go. When they arrive at a place of worship 
they lie face down to the ground with their bottoms to the air. 
They then invite passing people to bugger them or to insert 
things into their anuses.

"Sodom must be a very brutal country. The women have their 
vaginas sewn together so that nothing can enter them, and when 
they piss it squirts uncontrollably down their legs. Many of their 
rituals seem to involve drinking each other's urine and eating 
their faeces which they mostly do when people are watching. 
No one has ever heard them speak because they all have their 
tongues torn out, and in certain cases they have their hands 
removed so that they only have stumps at the end of their arms. 
It's thought that this is done so they can't tell anyone what 
they've seen in Buggery (and if they can write, not to write it 
down), but of course it also means they can't tell anyone in 
Buggery or elsewhere about Sodom.

"They seem to have a cult of violence. They always seem to be 
beating and whipping each other. If it wasn't for the baldness, 
tattoos, nudity and chains, a Sodomite pilgrim would be 
identified by the broken nose, broken teeth, missing fingers and 
toes, and all the horrible scars. Many of the scars seem to be 
on the buttocks which they seem to be very enthusiastic about 
beating with whips and sticks. They often seem distressed 
when people from Buggery don't bugger them when they are 
covered in blood, piss and shit.

"So, I wouldn't recommend you cut out your tongue and so on 
to pretend to be a Sodomite Pilgrim. Nor, for that matter, 
would I suggest visiting Sodom. Not many people cross the 
border except Sodomite Pilgrims and I think they do because 
however awful Buggery might be, Sodom must be much 
worse."

"You'll have to dress as an ordinary citizen from Buggery," 
recommended Primrose. "This means we'll have to do 
something about your hair and I'm afraid you won't be able to 
wear any jewellery except a single cunt ring."

"What'll happen to all our bangles and rings?" wondered 
Tracey, who despite the pain they'd given her today had grown 
rather fond of them.

"We'll keep them," announced Tiger Lilly brusquely.

"I'm afraid we will. They're no use to you. And you don't want 
anyone finding them on you." Primrose concurred.

After dinner, Sharon and Tracey sadly discarded their 
jewellery, leaving a row of small holes in their nipples and labia. 
Primrose let  the girls keep the blouses she had lent them, but 
she still insisted that they take not put them on yet. These had 
been left to her by school pupils who had been demoted and 
therefore had no further use for them. Chrysanthemum brushed 
their hair to a less wild state and attached a little chain to a 
small plain ring she threaded into the vulva. The two girls were 
given cloth bags to carry their few possessions in, which 
Primrose said would be much was less conspicuous than their 
beach bags.

The reason neither girl was allowed to put on their clothes was 
because Tiger Lilly was insistent that she had sex with the two 
of them. Chrysanthemum and Primrose agreed to watch, but 
said that they'd had too much sex already that day to feel 
inclined to participate themselves.

"I'm so sore!" complained Chrysanthemum, "otherwise I'd fuck 
you like a real expert."

"I am a fucking expert," snorted Tiger Lilly proudly.

"But a bit rough, dearest!" complained Primrose. And Tiger 
Lilly was indeed rough. Far more so than the boys at home. 
She slapped them about the face and buttocks. Pushed her fist 
right up their cunts. Pummelled their anuses with thrusts of her 
muscular middle finger. Bit the nipples on their breasts so hard 
that the girls wondered whether they might be bitten off. All the 
while, Tiger Lilly grinned and occasionally plunged her fingers 
into her own moist and cavernous cunt. Except for the odd 
grunt and the occasional barked command, she said nothing to 
the girls: especially nothing that could be construed as 
comforting. Then she tied the dildo around her waist and 
buggered the two girls so hard that they were pleading for her 
to stop. 

"Fuck no!" Tiger Lilly retorted. "I've only fucking started." And 
indeed she had. When she had finished, Sharon's nose was 
bleeding and one eye was swollen with the start of a bruise. 
Tracey's bottom felt so red and sore, that she wasn't sure how 
she could ever sit on it. The girls were then tied to a tree 
outside the cottage, just by the well, near the goat who was 
desultorily chewing on some hay. Their hands were tied 
together behind them and their arms pulled up to a branch. One 
end of a flexible rubber dildo was pushed unceremoniously into 
each girl's cunt and their feet were tied together. It was cold 
outside, but the girls had to stay in this uncomfortable position 
for an hour or so. They were told to keep their tongues deep 
inside each others' mouth on pain of being hit. By this time, they 
were so bruised and battered that they gladly engaged in tiring 
tongue kissing just to avoid the physical penalties which Tiger 
Lilly was so keen on. 

Eventually, Primrose came out of the cottage. She smiled 
weakly while she untied them and then brought the two girls 
into the house. She nursed their wounds and kissed the girls 
tenderly. "Don't worry about Tiger Lilly. She's used to being a 
bit rougher than that, but if she hadn't liked you I don't think 
you'd be alive now."

Sharon fingered her bruise. "Won't this mean we'll be noticed 
even more now?" 

"Nonsense," Primrose laughed. "We've got you up as fairly 
ordinary if relatively privileged natives, and a few bruises and 
scratches are hopefully going to make you look rather less 
remarkable. After all, tourists don't normally get beaten up in 
this country so no one's going to think that's what you are."

"How far is it to Gomorrah?" wondered Tracey who was 
wishing this day had never began.

"Not near enough for you, I'm afraid" smiled Primrose sadly. 
She left the two girls naked on the bed where they were left to 
feel the warm ache of their bruises and pains and the warm 
moistness of their tears as they gathered in damp patches on 
the pillow by their slumped and battered faces.





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