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Title: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Eight (8/20) {Bradley Stoke} (caution)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 8 of 20
Keywords: (caution)
Short Summary: Sharon, Tracey and Buttercup wander through Buggery.

Escape from Buggery
===================

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 trying to escape from Buggery to the neighbouring
republic of Gomorrah. They meet Buttercup who is also on the run.


Chapter Eight
=============



Buttercup's skills extended far beyond the sensual as 
Sharon and Tracey became increasingly aware as they 
continued their tramp through the woods. It was she who 
told them how to orientate their progress on the map by 
reference to the position of the Sun and its height in the 
sky. This meant that they were able to get further away 
from the wall, which, as Buttercup reminded them, was 
probably not very safe when there was almost certainly a 
hunt being organises for her. "They wouldn't like to 
encourage others to escape, if they knew they could get 
away with it," she commented. Despite their desperation, 
Buttercup's presence somehow lifted both the girls' spirits, 
although it was clear that she responded positively to 
Tracey's more unambiguous attraction to her. She took 
Tracey's hand in hers (something no man or woman had 
ever done in her all her years of love-making) and squeezed 
it occasionally in a reassuring way as they walked under the 
overhanging branches and avoided nettles and bracken. 
Sharon accepted this reluctantly, but as she reminded 
herself as she watched her best friend and her new lover 
gaily swinging their arms from clasped hands, it was cock 
not cunt she relished. Even when she responded with a faint 
tingle when Buttercup occasionally touched her arm or 
kissed her encouragingly on the cheek.

The trek through the woods seemed to go on longer than 
either Sharon or Tracey had anticipated, but then neither of 
them had had much experience of, or previous inclination 
towards, either map-reading or walking. In fact, it was clear 
that they were actually making faster progress with 
Buttercup than they were before. They were having fewer 
rests and they seemed to have gained new energy to stride 
forward faster and further than previously. As the night 
drew in, they actually found a deserted cottage which 
seemed suitable for them to rest the night. This would be 
luxury compared to where they'd been sleeping the last few 
nights, even though it was in a very dilapidated state. Half 
the cottage was totally collapsed and less than half of its 
roof was in any sense intact. However, it kept the night 
chill away from the girls' bare flesh: especially Buttercup 
who didn't even have as much as a blouse to keep her 
warm. They made space for themselves in the weeds and 
rubble of what were once rooms and watched the shadows 
lengthen as day came rather abruptly to a close.

It was now that Buttercup's skills as a gardener came to the 
fore as she somehow managed to locate some potatoes, 
carrots, turnips and other vegetables that were still growing 
in the abandoned ruins of what had once been a vegetable 
garden. Many of these were vegetables neither Sharon nor 
Tracey would ever have considered eating before. They 
looked so bland and not usually found on pizzas or inside 
burgers, but now they seemed like the most perfect food in 
the world. Soon all three girls were resting together in the 
shadows of the trees cast by the half moon, sitting down in 
front of a fire of twigs and small branches started by 
Tracey's cigarette lighter in which roasted the vegetables 
that Buttercup had tugged out of the ground and had 
prepared with some sharp stones. Sharon sat slightly to one 
side enjoying the warmth given off by the flames, while 
Tracey and Buttercup lay together. 

When the food was ready, it tasted better to the girls than 
the most delicious fried chicken or doner kebab had ever 
done before. Better even than a chicken chow mein with 
sweet and sour sauce, or a chicken vindaloo. It was also 
probably the plainest food they'd ever eaten. No ketchup, 
vinegar, mayonnaise or even salt. But after such a poor diet 
to which they'd become accustomed, Sharon and Tracey 
felt somehow invigorated and energised. And it was clear 
from the bright sparkle in Tracey's eyes that this new vigour 
and energy was to be directed towards one particular 
object.

Buttercup, as always, needed no prompting. After allowing 
sufficient time for the food to sink into their system, she 
crawled on her hands and knees towards Tracey, who was 
grinning in a curiously stupid fashion, and gently pinched 
the folds of her vagina with the forefingers of her right 
hand. Tracey moaned in a strangely full-throated way, and 
gracefully parted her legs so that Buttercup could swivel 
round and engage more fingers and her tongue on the 
scarred and embattled terrain of her cunt. She sank back 
onto her elbows, her head back, staring up at the half moon 
through the tangled shadows of the overhanging trees, 
while Buttercup expertly massaged, licked and caressed her 
sensitive and, oh so tender!, erogenous zones towards  
further gasps of unrestrainable pleasure and near ecstasy.

Sharon sat cross-legged watching her best friend make love 
to someone else. Not for the first time, of course, but 
usually it had been some hairy-arsed, winnets-blessed man, 
with saliva dripping from his lower lip and a prick that 
usually either came to soon or never got really stiff enough. 
Sharon was aware that she was beginning to get jealous of 
the growing friendship between her closest friend and this 
beautiful naked girl, but there was no denying that 
Buttercup's presence was undoubtedly a good thing. She 
was helping the two friends navigate through the woods, 
keeping up their otherwise dejected spirits and was 
decidedly more practical-minded than either of them were. 

Sharon watched as Tracey responded to Buttercup's 
advances and returned them by crawling underneath her 
body and taking the lips of Buttercup's vagina in her teeth. 
Tracey had never experimented with this sexual position of 
mutual oral sex before. Blow jobs usually just led to 
fucking. No blokes, until she'd come to Buggery, had ever 
shown any interest in putting their tongues to her cunt. 
Perhaps it was the smell of fish and piss that put them off, 
she wondered. But now this wonderful woman with a 
supermodel body was tonguing her liked she'd never been 
tongued before, and as she climaxed urgently, passionately, 
and loudly, she knew that her own reciprocation had really 
been clumsy and awkward. She definitely needed more 
practise. She collapsed in exhaustion. All the passion had 
exhausted her small reservoir of energy, and she huddled in 
Buttercup's comforting sun-tanned arms.

Sharon smiled at the two of them, too tired and 
disorientated to resent Tracey's sexual selfishness. And 
anyway Tracey had been gagging for it all day. Sharon was 
still a little uneasy about making love to a woman. Where 
was the cock in that? Buttercup smiled back at Sharon and 
ran her tongue over her lips, clearly advertising her 
continued availability. Sharon was just not interested, which 
was unusual for her. 

Somehow or other, conversation began about Tracey and 
Sharon's life before they'd come to Buggery. Buttercup 
listened to their account of life back home, and seemed to 
find it tremendously exotic and even bizarre. The very 
concept of night-clubs and pubs took some explaining. The 
girls' accounts of their sexual exploits didn't impress her at 
all, however. Buttercup didn't find anything very 
adventurous or exciting in their tales about making love to 
several men at the same time, having both anal and vaginal 
intercourse simultaneously, losing your knickers on the 
train or being found by your parents with a boy's prick in 
your mouth.

Indeed, some of her comments rather shocked the girls, 
like: "Didn't you ask your parents to join in?" or "Why 
didn't you make love with girls more often?" or "Is it true 
that you're not supposed to show your vagina in public?"

"Don't you ever get to find out about anything in the world 
outside of Buggery?" wondered Sharon getting a little 
exasperated by Buttercup's show of ignorance.

"You've seen our television stations, haven't you?" 
Buttercup responded sweetly. "When I was at school I 
genuinely believed that the real world was like that."

"But since then? When you were behind the wall... Didn't 
you find out more?"

"A little more. But not much. They've got another 
television station which is relayed by cable behind the wall, 
which is a bit different to what you can see at the tourist 
resorts. But it's no better for finding out what's beyond 
Buggery's borders."

"What's that station like?" wondered Sharon. "Does it have 
sex in it? Or is it a normal television station?"

"It's more normal than what you've seen, in that people 
wear clothes (or some clothes) on it. But it's no better for 
information. And it's horribly cruel and violent. And that's 
because it suits the depraved tastes of the Buggery 
aristocracy."

"What could be more depraved than what we've already 
seen!" snorted Sharon. "This whole country is just one 
bunch of pervie bastards. There's nothing sane or normal 
here!"

"Well! There's a lot of violence. And a lot of sex. There's a 
lot of sports and game shows: and they're not the nice 
sports like you told me you see on tourist television. There 
are a lot of gladiatorial sports. There's one sport which is 
basically where two men armed with knives have to fight to 
castrate the other. The winner is the one who (by whatever 
means) manages to slice off his opponent's testicles and to 
hold them aloft. That's pretty disgusting. And often, of 
course, one or both of them die. There are others which are 
just fights to the death, where the loser survives at least 
long enough to see that he or she has lost. And when it 
involves disembowelling and live organ removal, just how 
they lost in gruesome detail.

"There is wrestling: but the only kind of wrestling you see 
is where the aim of the exercise is to anally fuck the 
opponent. It looks really odd as two men who have to keep 
their penises as erect as they can (so they're always 
masturbating themselves as they fight) have to try and get 
their opponent into a position that they can force their prick 
into the other's arsehole. There are team sports too: but 
many of those also involve death, castration and sodomy.

"Another game is where a person has to run away from 
others, including dogs, whose task is to rape him or her. 
This might take place in a maze, where the victim has no 
idea who or what might be around the next bend or corner. 
In this case the victim has to be able to both run quite fast 
and to be able to fight off the attackers. The victim is 
considered to have won when he or she has reached 
wherever the end point is and to have escaped anal 
intercourse. And, for a woman, vaginal intercourse as well. 
It's quite possible for a victim to win because she's only 
been fucked but not been buggered."

"It can't all be sport on television?" wondered Tracey who'd 
never really followed sport much at home, although she 
liked watching wrestling for the pleasure of watching the 
men's bodies.

"There are films as well. These must be made for export in 
most cases and some are very well-made. But they're very 
violent too. And I'm sure the violence is real. When 
characters are slowly mutilated to death, or repeatedly 
beaten, or have parts of their body removed then you can 
be sure it's the real thing. And there's usually some rape 
involved in it. It seems that it's impossible to kill or harm 
someone without having sex with them. Often the victims 
are restrained by ropes or manacles. Sometimes they are 
just beaten into compliance."

"The actors can't have a long career can they?" wondered 
Tracey. 

"Not if they are deemed to be villains or if they are one of 
those to be attacked early in the films. But even those who 
are considered the heroes or heroines are not that nice. 
They seem not to care if they gouge out the eyes of their 
victims, or castrate them, or slice off their limbs, or 
disembowel them. Even if they are supposed to be acting 
on behalf of goodness and decency. And they are just as 
likely to rape their victims. The main difference is that the 
good characters will always survive. However, there was 
one character whose descent towards her final death started 
off with her being considered a heroine. But in the process 
of that film she had both of her arms severed just below the 
shoulders. Her suffering was grotesque and genuine, as 
near the start of the film her arms were cut off with a knife 
while being raped. She spent the rest of the film having to 
adapt to her new physical deficiency. Something which was 
treated relatively sympathetically. She was a very beautiful 
girl. Somehow or other she managed with the assistance of 
others in bringing her attackers to their own gross and 
disturbing deaths, inevitably including their own mutilation. 
Then I saw her in another film where this time she had her 
legs cut off with an axe just below the hips and spent the 
rest of the film hobbling about as just a torso. Not 
surprising the last film I saw her in she was repeatedly 
gang-raped and then tortured until her death. This film had 
very little pretence of a plot. And I can't imagine she could 
have enjoyed even the smallest part of it."

Sharon didn't enjoy the idea of Buggery television very 
much. "Can't we change the subject," she suggested. "Look 
at the sky!"

She pointed up at the half moon through the lattice of 
branches in the wood. Overhead there was a faint roar of an 
aeroplane going by. The two friends watched the 
aeroplane's tail lights sadly.

"That's where we ought to be!" Tracey said. 

"I'd do anything to be watching a normal game show on 
television," Sharon mused. "To go in a pub and get a pint 
of lager. Get really pissed, and get fucked by some fat 
greasy slob with spew down his tee-shirt."

Buttercup sighed. "I'm sure we'll get there. I see on your 
map that we can't be too far from the front with Buggery." 

"It's still fucking thirty miles. And it's not all fucking 
woods," Sharon elaborated. 

"Two days!" mused Tracey leaning her head wearily on 
Buttercup's shoulder, long hair brushing against her face. 
"At fifteen miles a day, we'll do it in two days!" 







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