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Subject: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Two (2/20) {Bradley Stoke} {MF}
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Title: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Two (2/20) {Bradley Stoke} {MF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 2 of 20
Keywords: MF 
Short Summary: Sharon and Tracey take a holiday in 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.


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Previously
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Sharon and Tracey decide to take a holiday in Buggery, at a famous
sex tourist resort.


Chapter Two
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When the tour arrived at the King Richard the Sixteenth 
Airport at Throb, they were carefully segregated from any local 
passengers who were arriving. They saw very little of the 
Airport, in fact, but felt cheated by having to pay Entry Taxes 
they hadn't anticipated. They were then bundled with all the 
other tourists onto a coach which drove them from the Airport 
to their hotel, the Second Honeymoon. On the journey they 
could see through the coach windows what Throb had to offer. 
This was a tempting array of long sandy beaches, towering 
marble hotels, ornamental parks and billboard advertisements 
for night clubs and cinemas. The people they glimpsed had 
also, like the girls, left their underwear behind. And almost 
everything else from what they could tell. It would have been 
difficult to determine who was a tourist and who was a resident 
in most cases, except that the tourists had the tell-tale sign of 
white patches of skin which hadn't got properly sun-tanned yet. 

The Second Honeymoon was a grand institution in marble 
which slightly intimidated a couple of girls like Sharon and 
Tracey who weren't at all used to luxury. Or anything really 
approximating to it. Without exception though, the staff there 
were naked except for little paper hats pinned to the women's 
hair and little tricolour ribbons tied to the men's penises. They 
were met by a young female receptionist who had very tanned 
skin and little rings pierced through her pert little nipples. She 
asked them if they wanted two double beds or an extra large 
double bed - "for foursomes". Being essentially conventional 
girls, Sharon and Tracey opted for two double beds.

"All the staff are at your disposal, including myself," smiled the 
receptionist, "and we all swing both ways." 

"Thank you" assured Sharon who wasn't sure she wanted to 
take up the offer, but was very attracted to the cute little bum 
of the porter who carried their bags to their room.

"Let's try him out", suggested Tracey as they walked behind 
him.

When the porter had put their bags on the shelf, Tracey offered 
him a tip. "No thank you", he said. "We're not allowed to 
accept gratuities. On the other hand," he smiled, "if you want 
sex I am fully at your disposal."

"Well, of course!" giggled Tracey. "But what about Sharon?"

"Oh, I can manage the two of you, but you can always call 
room-service if you think you need more."

This was the girls' introduction to free sex on demand in Throb. 
An introduction they accepted with no extra prompting. They 
had never had such a virile and obliging sex partner in all their 
previous life. His prick was rock hard and stayed that way for 
almost all the love-making, taking both of them in turn and 
together, both front and back, only releasing his semen when 
both of them were fully satisfied. Sharon couldn't believe her 
luck as it penetrated her cunt while she lay back on the vast 
bed which she also could hardly believe was to be hers on their 
stay there. A sickly grin filled her face and wouldn't leave. 
Tracey took his balls into her mouth as he thrust energetically if 
mechanically back and forth into her friend. Fuck! They were 
hard. Like fucking billiard balls. How come she'd never licked 
balls like that before. There was no way she could allow her 
friend to have all the fun, so on the first opportunity, she 
positioned herself so that the porter could easily slide his prick 
out of Sharon's cunt and transfer it to her own. Wow! It felt 
good. It was only one prick but it filled her like it was two. So 
this is what fucking's really about! All the rest of her life had just 
been preparing her for that moment. And what a body! Those 
muscles, the lines of tension on his chest, and, above all, the 
cock. It was big and long and throbbed with warmth and 
potency.

As they lay on the beds afterwards, pale viscous liquid trickling 
from their sore cunts and smiles which betrayed they still 
couldn't really believe their luck, he discreetly discharged a final 
and still monstrous globule of semen that was distributed evenly 
on their sweaty white skin and glistened in the brilliant sharp 
sunlight that flooded into the bedroom; followed by two or 
three relatively smaller spurts. He then carefully replaced his 
blue ribbon on his prick, stood up with a polite smile and left 
the girls exhausted on the bed. Their hangovers were now 
thoroughly forgotten and the only pain they now felt was as a 
result of their vigorous fucking.

Although it was far more luxuriously appointed than any room 
they had previously slept in, their bedroom was still not quite as 
perfect as the brochure suggested. It faced onto a building site 
where the girls could see some work-men at work, wearing 
only hard hats and boots, and of course the ubiquitous ribbon 
on their pricks. The bedroom balcony looked down from 
several stories onto a wide road along which there were many 
restaurants, a night club and a small supermarket.

"It looks like we can buy all the fucking groceries we want," 
commented Sharon, "And I fancy the look of those hats. They 
look fucking top."

However, it was sex, not groceries, for which the two friends 
had come so far on holiday. And sex was clearly readily on 
demand. As the literature left by the side of the wide screen TV 
made clear, if they wanted it, all they had to do was ask. And 
since the most attractive people they saw always turned out to 
be citizens of Throb under instructions to be constantly obliging 
there would never be a problem in deciding who it was they 
fancied. There was no doubt in the girls' minds that this was a 
holiday where they would be well and truly fucked.

After unpacking their few belongings, they ventured out into the 
hotel foyer to see what Throb had to offer them. Quite a few 
guests were already congregated around the hotel atrium and 
the swimming pool who made the girls seem positively 
overdressed in their bikinis and sandals. Most of their fellow 
guests had taken a tip from the natives and had chosen to wear 
no clothes at all. In fact, the hotel was one mass of naked flesh, 
some well-tanned and some, like Sharon and Tracey, a kind of 
unhealthy pale colour. However, this was a shortcoming they 
fully intended to correct.

Although normally brazen and unabashed at home, the class 
difference between themselves and the other guests made the 
girls feel awkward and uncomfortable. The few other guests 
they tried talking to were clearly not that enthusiastic about 
talking to them. Indeed, it was almost too obvious that were 
taking every opportunity to avoid conversation, or to keep 
what they felt obliged to acknowledge as short, polite and 
inconclusive as they could. However, there was one woman, 
somewhat older than themselves, and consequently with a 
rather more heavy frame, who was much more friendly.

"I'm Lil," she told them with an accent that betrayed her 
working class origins. "I'm here with my hubby. He's off fucking 
somewhere, and I'm off to do the same. You wanna join me?"

"Fucking A!" Sharon agreed. "A fuck's just what's needed."

Although Lil might have been born working class, she was 
clearly not poor. Although totally naked, she was nicely tanned, 
her pubic hair was neatly shaved off, and the prominent nipples 
of her heavy round breasts were discreetly pierced with gold 
rings. There was also a prominent gold ring through the lips of 
her labia. She sported an armful of silver bangles, prominent 
rings on several of her pudgy fingers and her nails were 
manicured and professionally painted.

"We come here every year, my hubby and me. It's the best 
fucking fun in the whole fucking world. Buggery's got 
everything. And the fucking. It does my fucking head in, and 
my cunt feels like a fucking motorway it's been driven so 
fucking hard."

The three girls went out together into the eponymously vibrant 
atmosphere of the streets of Throb. There were very many 
other tourists: many undressed and most of the others in various 
states of partial dress. Along the streets and avenues, there 
were clubs, bars, restaurants and other hotels, where they 
could see naked men and women advertising their sexual 
delights. Lil escorted the girls down some narrow roads, past 
windows where residents sat proffering their naked genitals for 
show, up some steps, past a small park and to a large club 
surrounded by palm trees and above which flickered an 
enormous blue neon sign . They walked boldly through the 
door, past naked doormen with perpetually erect penises. 
Sharon was pleased to see they didn't have to endure the 
unsubtle interrogation they would have expected from plush 
clubs like that back at home. And inside to an enormous dance 
hall, illuminated by bright strobing lights, and where there were 
countless floor shows. 

These were not the tame strip tease floor shows the girls were 
accustomed to at home, although there were the poles and bars 
which were the normal accoutrements of such places. There 
were men fucking men. Women with dildos fucking women. 
Men fucking women. And suitably adorned women fucking 
men. There was penetration from behind and in front. And even 
areas where the participants were peeing and shitting on each 
other. Sharon and Tracey were spellbound.

Tourists were also joining in the fun. Fat women, skinny old 
ones with drooping breasts, men with sagging guts and equally 
flaccid pricks, bald men and scraggy women were also fucking 
or being fucked. And even being peed and shat on.

Lil took no time waiting before she joined in the action. Within 
minutes, a prick was up her arse and another was in her mouth. 
Sharon and Tracey were more shy. Usually there was a little bit 
more to do before their evenings culminated in that kind of 
action. They sat together at the bar nursing their cold beers 
watching with fascination, disgust and a warm sexual appetite.

"Hey, girls," said a young naked man whose erect penis had 
with a red ribbon tied across the middle its length. "Do you 
want some fun?"

"Do we look like we don't?" asked Tracey. "Give us your 
cock, you darling."

"And I want your little friend !" exclaimed Sharon, taking the 
also erect and pleasantly warm prick of a young boy to the side 
of him who could hardly have been more than fifteen years old. 
And all about them throbbed and thundered the sound of loud 
electronic dance music accompanied by the flashing swooping 
lights which somehow seemed to keep to the exact same 
rhythm.

The girls were guided, arm in arm with the two men, to a 
darkened room on the floor of which was an immense futon-
like mattress. And, then, with little ceremony they were 
horizontal in the midst of it, surrounded by not only its luxurious 
softness but also the grunts and groans of other tourists who 
were also having sex. It was now that they realised that the 
porter whose company they'd only enjoyed a few hours earlier 
was really not exceptional in any way. Their two lovers were at 
least as expert and just as completely lush. Sharon grinned face 
to face to her friend: only hers was upside down and she could 
see straight into Tracey's nostrils. The men pushed and thrust 
and pummelled at the girls' cunts and then their arses, and the 
girls could only grin (and occasionally grimace). This was sex! 
This was what sex was all about!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" shouted Tracey as her lover continued 
fucking, not lessening the power of his thrusts. She let forth a 
more inarticulate yell, sure that the entire night club could hear 
her and was sharing in her joy and ecstasy. This was highly 
unlikely, however, as the grinding trance music thundered and 
rumbled at a volume many times louder than she could ever 
yell. And if it were that anyone had heard her, they would have 
assumed it was a sampled extract cross-faded into the music 
by the energetic and shadowy disc jockey high above the 
dance floor.

And from then on, the two girls enjoyed an almost perpetual 
orgy of sex with the constantly tumescent men around them. 
Not just the other men at the night club who they later joined 
on the mattress, but later that day and on the days following. 
There was the waiter at the pizzeria, the coast-guards on the 
beach and a trio of attractive men they met in a bar. They soon 
got used to being fucked wherever and whenever an 
opportunity came along. Ad it wasn't just them who took 
advantage of this cornucopia of copulation. Indeed, a frequent 
sight the girls got accustomed to was seeing couples and 
groups of people fucking all over the place. 

Sometimes it was an older man shoving his prick up the 
backside of a small boy. Sometimes it would be a group of 
men buggering each other. Sometimes it would be an older 
woman with her tongue firmly inside the mouth of a younger 
woman. Sometimes they would see a man beating girls in the 
street with a stick, whilst an assistant held a further choice of 
sticks like a caddie carrying golf clubs. Was there no variety of 
perversion or predilection not available in Throb?

However, it did seem a little strange that all these encounters 
featured a tourist and never did you see citizens of Throb 
indulging amongst themselves, except for the entertainment of 
the tourists.

Sharon and Tracey became frequent visitors of many Night 
Clubs, not just the one Lil took them to, but to many others. 
Their inhibitions dropped sufficiently for it not to seem at all 
surprising for Sharon to be kissing a woman while Tracey 
wiggled her fingers inside Sharon's cunt whilst sucking the prick 
of a young boy they'd just met. When they weren't having sex, 
they would be drinking or dancing, but even there sex seemed 
not too far away.

The dance floors were scattered with couples and groups 
people fucking on the ground while others, mostly residents 
from Throb, would dance around them and hardly be drinking 
at all.

"How come the men's dicks are always erect?" Sharon asked 
another friend the two girls had met. 

This was Pru, a skinny woman in her forties who kept her 
breasts covered although she always displayed the worn brown 
hairs of her cunt. She also always wore her turtle-shell glasses 
and kept her greying hair tied back in a bun. "I know the 
answer to that," she said with a sad voice. 

"Why's that?" wondered Tracey.

Pru simpered and stroked the coarse hairs of her vagina. She 
wasn't the sort of woman Sharon and Tracey would have got 
to have known back home. She seemed quite posh to them, 
and the girls suspected that the reason she came here for her 
holidays was that back home it would have been really quite 
difficult for her to get the sex she quite obviously craved.

"I was talking to this boy one evening," she explained. "He was 
a sweet lad. Really quite innocent, despite all the sex he'd had. 
We'd had sex in my room, and afterwards we got talking. You 
know how most of the time the people here don't talk about 
much at all. Just the weather, and nonsense about how 
wonderful we are. And that's when they can be persuaded to 
say anything. But I like a bit of a talk you know. I don't get a 
chance to talk to such good-looking chaps back home, so I 
like to talk whenever I can. I like the sex but I also like a talk."

"Well, yeah!" said Sharon, getting bored. "But what about their 
stiffies? What makes them so fucking horny all the time?"

"It's drugs, I'm afraid. They take these drugs all the time to 
keep them sexually aroused. The women as well as the men. 
And they get training as well. There are many more applicants 
to work her, especially among the chaps, than there is anyone 
here. And judging by how many there are here, that's a jolly 
large number of chaps who want to be here. And do you know 
why they're so keen?"

"It's 'cos they want to fuck, ain't it!"

"Well, Tracey, it's not just that. It's that if they don't make the 
grade they're off to fight in the war. I don't know about the 
women, although there are as many of them as the chaps, but 
the chaps, it's because they don't want to die in the war."

"What war?" wondered Tracey, who got most of her news 
from watching television, and then only when by mistake she 
found herself watching a news broadcast.

"You must know. Buggery's been at war with Gomorrah since 
forever. Or at least when they're not at war with Sodom. It's a 
pretty vicious one by all accounts, though Western news crews 
don't get to film it. Anyway, even if by coming here they escape 
it for a while, that's where they all end up when they get too old 
or they can't keep it up or they break the rules or whatever."

"What rules?" wondered Sharon. "There don't seem to be any 
fucking rules here. You can fuck who you like, how you like, 
where you want, when you want, all the fucking time."

"There are rules. This lad told me all about them. There are 
rules about saying things to tourists. There are rules about 
falling ill: they don't treat them if it's bad, they just kick them 
out. There are rules about refusing tourists' requests. Or for not 
being sufficiently eager in offering themselves. And there's no 
question about turning down sex with someone of the same sex 
as them. They've just got to do it. Up the arse, during a period 
or when they're feeling under the weather. It's really quite 
organised here, despite the apparent freedom. And there's 
another thing he told me?"

"Yeah," said Tracey, who wasn't really too keen on this 
conversation. She didn't want her holiday spoilt by feeling sorry 
for people. She didn't come all this way, just to feel sorry for 
the people of Buggery.

"The way they charge for all of it. None of it's free. After each 
encounter, they have to keep a strict tally of what they've done, 
who with, where, etc. It all gets added up and put on your bill 
at the end. Nothing's free here. It just gets charged at the end. 
The night clubs aren't free. The alcohol's not free. And the sex 
isn't free either, except when tourists do it with each other. It all 
seems free because they never ask for money and they don't 
expect you to carry any around with you. But they all seem to 
know who you are, where you come from, what your hotel 
room is, and everything. I don't know how they do it, but they 
do."

"Fuck! You mean they follow us wherever we go?"

"I don't know if they follow us, Sharon. But nothing passes 
them by. And it's a pretty punishable crime if someone pretends 
that there was more sex than there was, or, for that matter, 
less. There must be some kind of surveillance system. God 
knows how it works! And it's not as if any of the people get 
anything for it. From what this lad told me, they sleep wherever 
they can. They don't have their own rooms or beds. That's one 
reason why they all want to sleep in our beds at night. And the 
food they eat's only as luxurious as we ever give them if we feel 
like it."

"Oh fuck!" Tracey exclaimed. "This is fucking gloomy! I don't 
want to think these people are suffering. I'm no fucking charity."

"Yeah!" agreed Sharon. "Let's change the subject?"

"Or better still," suggested Tracey. "Let's go to the pool. 
There's some real gorgeous hunks there I wouldn't mind 
creaming my cunt, I can tell you!"

In their hotel room, there was a wide choice of satellite sex 
channels but only one television station originating from 
Buggery. Although it wasn't explicitly advertised as 
pornography it might as well have been as it was more explicit 
in many ways than pornography at home. One feature of it that 
became fairly clear was that none of the presenters or fictional 
characters on Buggery Broadcasting Corporation Television 
wore any clothes at all. They were never older than their mid-
thirties. Not only that, they shaved off all their bodily and pubic 
hair, wore very little jewelry and had very long hair if they were 
white women (or shaved heads if they were black or oriental). 
This was only strange insofar as the citizens of Throb didn't 
necessarily shave off their body or pubic hair and rather a lot of 
them had pierced nipples, vulvas, noses and ears.

The content of the television programs was also bizarre. None 
of the films or programs were advertised as containing explicit 
sex, but they almost all did. In the children's programs, children 
would be shown how to perform fellatio and masturbation. In 
the interview programs, a remarkable amount of sex occurred 
between interviewer and interviewee. The advertisements all 
seemed to have a sexual content, although generally the 
advertisements were more public announcements for donating 
money to the government's war with Gomorrah and instructions 
for approved codes of conduct. Sometimes this was quite odd, 
where an advertisement quite clearly showing a man's prick up 
a seven year old child's bottom was used to emphasise that this 
was proscribed behaviour - like bestiality, genital abuse and 
sadism, which was similarly treated.

The news programs were also very bizarre. Sharon and Tracey 
couldn't easily compare their content as they didn't watch many 
news broadcasts at home, but it did concentrate rather a lot on 
the comings and goings of the King. He was almost always 
featured in very flattering shots and almost no film was shown 
of what was supposed to be happening, only the places where 
it was happening surrounded by large numbers of other people 
in the shaven nudity standard on the station. All other news, 
especially foreign news, took a much smaller role and was 
generally only accompanied by still photographs of the head 
and neck of the people involved. Or by a still photograph of 
where it was supposed to be happening. Very graphic details 
were given of the atrocities perpetrated by the Gomorrans in 
the war, and this was the only international news items where 
there were any moving pictures of anything other than the 
newscaster. The pictures featured the naked citizens of 
Buggery enduring graphic mutilation, and pictures of what 
purported to be Buggery soldiers (although they looked 
glamorous enough to be actors and actresses with guns) 
shooting fairly indiscriminately at their targets.

One children's program showed the curious standards of 
Buggery society. In this program, a boy was shown getting 
ready for school but being persuaded to have sex with his 
father before leaving. This apparently was not proscribed 
behaviour. After this, which didn't appear to be that enjoyable 
for the child, there was further humiliation when the child 
arrived at school late, was diagnosed as having had sex from 
the marks on his rear and was further punished by being caned. 
What moral there seemed to be to this tale was not at all clear, 
except that one had to accept arbitrary cruelty as an everyday 
fact of life.

How could the films in the Hard Core Cinemas possibly beat 
that? wondered the girls. They had a look at the billings to see 
what there might be, but the cinemas all seemed to specialise in 
specific perversions. There was one for bestiality, one for male 
homosexuality, one for female homosexuality, one for child sex, 
and so on. They all promised films interspersed by live acts. 
Sharon wondered what would be screened in the cinema 
specialising in bestiality but she didn't really want to find out. 

The only times you saw people from Buggery having sex with 
each other were in the live acts at the Night Club and in the 
hotel bar. And there were literally no holes barred. The sex 
seemed to go on and on, occasionally interspersed by splendid, 
even artistic, flourishes of spurting semen. And then with little 
pause and remarkably prompt recovery, the participants were 
back at it again. Arses, mouths, vaginas penetrated vigorously 
and expertly. Positions taken which exceeded either girls' 
imagination and requiring rather more physical flexibility than 
either were capable of. A more impossibly energetic or athletic 
lot you could barely imagine! 


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