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Subject: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Ten (10/20) {Bradley Stoke} (caution)
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Title: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Ten (10/20) {Bradley Stoke} (caution)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 10 of 20
Keywords: (caution)
Short Summary: Sharon, Tracey and Buttercup are caught up in the war between 
Buggery and Gomorrah.

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
==========

Sharon, Tracey and Buttercup meet Sweetness and Joy while trying to escape from 
Buggery to the neighbouring republic of Gomorrah. 



Chapter Ten
===========


Sharon eventually got to sleep after tossing and turning in 
the dark fetid heat, crammed between Sweetness' and 
Tracey's own hot bodies, and long after the moaning and 
gasping ceased from the mattress where Buttercup was 
sleeping with Joy. When she awoke  it was on a lumpy 
mattress sodden with sweat and the strange sensations of a 
slobbery tactile probing in her vagina. As she blinked in the 
dark, her legs were wide open and she was enjoying the 
sensation despite herself. What was the feeling? It wasn't a 
prick. Not unless it was a peculiarly small and versatile one. 
And it wasn't fingers - the feeling was quite unlike that. As 
the sensation spread up her labia to her stomach, she 
established that it must be a tongue. No man had ever 
sucked her there before, and it was a pleasure she felt 
peculiar about enjoying. But who was it? There was no 
light at all in the dark store-room; no silhouetted figures, 
nothing but a frightening absence of sight.

"Tracey. Is that you?" Sharon wondered, thinking that her 
friend had perhaps mistaken her for Buttercup.

"You what?" answered Tracey in a sleepy voice. "What you 
want?"

"Are you fucking licking me?"

"What the fuck do you think? I'm your mate, not your 
fucking whatsit."

Sharon leaned up and groped at the head of whoever's head 
it was between her legs, secretly hoping that it was 
Buttercup (though why she wasn't sure).

"Ooh! That hurt! That's my eye!" shrieked Sweetness.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Don't you like it?"

"Don't fucking ask! Just get the fuck off me!" Sharon yelled 
into the dark.

A match was struck, and a candle lit. Joy stood up in front 
of them, with a strange leer. "Don't you like my darling 
Sweetness?" She asked with amusement.

"I'm no fucking dyke!"

"In this world, you get what you fucking get and you've got 
no fucking choice!" Joy said. "However, it's time me and 
Sweetness went to work."

Buttercup was still asleep on the mattress, but Joy rudely 
shook her awake. "Come on, my darling. We need to get 
some daylight!" After some very minor preparation, Joy led 
the way up the store-room rungs to the world outside. 
Actually, it was Sweetness who really led the way, 
bounding up the rungs, knowing exactly where to place her 
bare feet. She pushed up the hatch, Joy extinguished the 
candle she was carrying, and the girls were exposed to the 
harsh bright light of the morning sun through the slats of 
the bombed roof.

In the light, Sharon was at last able to see Sweetness more 
clearly. She was very thin, her ribs showing clearly through 
the stretched skin of her chest, and her pointed nipples 
prominent on otherwise uncontoured breasts. Her dark 
brown hair was matted  and fell over her sharp angular 
shoulders, and unlike almost everyone else they had met she 
had no stud in her cunt. Her eyes had a haunting vacancy 
about them, the pupils and cornea spooky and undefined, 
and she never faced whoever it was she was speaking to or 
whoever it was speaking to her. She had prominent pinched 
cheeks and clearly defined cheek-bones, which gave a 
strangely puckered look to her mouth.

It was Sweetness who rushed ahead, clearly familiar with 
every bend and contour of the corridors in the ruined 
factory, with Joy and the three girls following. On the way, 
they passed other figures in the half-dark who looked up at 
them without much curiosity as they went by. They seemed 
to be preoccupied in other business which was mysterious 
and unidentifiable to Sharon and Tracey, but presumably 
had some purpose.

"What does everyone do here?" Tracey asked Joy as she 
dashed onward.

"Fuck knows! Stitching clothes. Grinding wheat. Rolling 
tobacco. How the fuck should I know? You do what you 
fucking can out here!"

"And what does Sweetness do?" Sharon found herself 
wondering, the sensation of liquid tongue still a vivid 
memory between her legs.

"She fucks," snorted Joy. "Or more precisely she gets 
fucked. We've got a stall, and when I'm not out scavenging 
in the woods, she takes whoever wants to take her."

"So she's a prostitute, then?"

"I haven't the smallest fucking idea what that is. Whatever 
you want to call it, it's all Sweetness can fucking do. But 
she's fucking good at it. Aren't you, Sweetness? You're a 
fucking good fuck, aren't you!"

Sweetness turned her head round and gazed sightlessly at 
Joy. "I do my best."

The girls soon exited the factory, and found themselves in a 
broad area where other people in the settlement were busy. 
Most like Sweetness had no clothes at all, but some had 
rags which hid some of the unsightly scars and wounds 
which was a common feature in the encampment. A man 
staggered past them hobbling on a large branch on the one 
leg and half a set of genitals that were left to him. His skin 
was tattooed all over with strange khaki-like splodges. He 
greeted Joy, and hobbled onwards.

"What happened to him?" Sharon asked.

"Oh! He's that rare thing: a deserter who didn't get shot 
escaping. However, he got away through a minefield, which 
explains his injuries. But at least he's alive!" Joy caught up 
with Sweetness who was standing by a battered foam 
mattress next to a wooden board  where the letters 'SEX 
FOR SALE' were carved into it. "Well, here we are! Lie 
down, Sweetness!"

The young girl stretched herself out onto the mattress, 
leaning herself up on her shoulders, with her legs open and 
her shaved vagina on prominent display. Joy sat on a rock 
by the side of the mattress, and smiled sardonically at the 
three girls who stood around. "I guess selling yourself for 
sex is an option you girls can go for. Buttercup'd make you 
all like fucking aristocracy." 

"How much does it make?" Sharon asked, making a mental 
comparison with the cost of sex in Throb. "How much 
money do you charge for Sweetness?"

"Money! Money! There's no fucking use for fucking money 
here. What you gonna do with it? Clean your arse with it? 
No, all you'll get is food, candles, clothes if you want them, 
that kind of thing. But with fucking Buttercup you'll wipe 
up."

"Food, candles and clothes!" gasped Tracey. "That doesn't 
sound like it's fucking worth it!"

"Well, what do you fucking expect, dearie?" Joy sneered. 
"Cigarettes, booze and televisions? There's no fucking 
electricity here even if you could get those things. Anyway, 
you can just bugger off. I can see my first customer 
coming."

Sharon, Tracey and Buttercup stood discreetly back as a 
squat hairy man with a ragged cloak and a mangled arm 
approached carrying some turnips from whose ends were 
still dangling dried earth and roots. He gave the turnips to 
Joy, who examined them with a critical appraising eye. 
"Ten minutes!" she said to him, gesturing towards 
Sweetness. "Any more and it's on credit." The hairy man 
grunted, and handed Joy his cloak revealing some deep 
festering scars across his back amongst the long thick black 
hair. He then unceremoniously knelt on the mattress, 
holding out his tumescent penis towards Sweetness in the 
broad hairy hand that was left unmangled.

Sharon grimaced. Of all the men who'd ever fucked her, 
none of them had been quite as grotesque as this figure. For 
fuck sake, he only had one eye and an empty socket where 
the other should be. And she'd been fucked by some pretty 
fucking sorry specimens in her time! However, Sweetness 
had none of Sharon's aesthetic doubts, aided no doubt by 
her blindness, and guided by the hairy man's hands she 
plunged her mouth greedily onto his prick and gobbled and 
sucked it almost with desperation. As it came up to its 
erection, it really was not that splendid a specimen, no more 
than three inches long with the hair from the balls tangling 
with the coating of hair on its whole length. She pushed her 
head back and forth on its stubby fat length: the whole of it 
easily getting into her mouth. And then when she judged it 
to be as erect as it could be, she lay on her back and let him 
fuck her, which he did in a snorting, grunting way, his hairy 
arse thrusting up and down mechanically and not at all 
expertly.

"Have you ever been fucked by someone so horrible?" 
Tracey asked Buttercup as they watched.

"Well, not anyone scarred or disabled. They'd be sent off to 
fight in the war or whatever. But some of the people on the 
other side of the wall are pretty horrible. Fat and horrible, 
really. But you get used to it. One fuck's much the same as 
another when you don't think about it too much. How 
about you?"

"You fuck what you can," Tracey answered philosophically. 
She looked sadly at her new lover. "What about last night? 
When you were ? doing it with Joy? Was that horrible?"

Buttercup looked directly into Tracey's eyes, and smiled 
sympathetically. She clearly recognised Tracey's concern. 
And also her jealousy. "Oh! It was really horrible! Not like 
it is with you. You're much nicer!"

Tracey felt a strange burning on her cheeks. This must be 
what it's like to blush, she thought, reflecting on this 
unusual sensation which she'd never felt since she was 
young and probably almost a virgin. She smiled at 
Buttercup in a way that she was sure was hopelessly soppy 
and stupid. But she didn't care, and anyway she couldn't 
help it. Buttercup turned her unbelievably beautiful body 
towards Tracey, put her hands on her shoulders and 
pressed her face towards Tracey's. 

"Do you want to make love with me, Tracey sweetest?" she 
asked in a strangely low and reassuring voice.

Tracey tried but couldn't articulate a response. She nodded 
her head. 

"We'll leave Sharon with Sweetness and Joy, and go into 
the woods. Is that what you'd like, Tracey?"

Sharon was horrified to see her friend blush a deep kind of 
redness, her freckles burning against her sunburnt skin. 
What was happening to Tracey? But she didn't need an 
explanation as she watched her friend walk off hand-in-
hand with Buttercup towards a small wood just fifty yards 
away from the settlement. The bastards! Off to do their 
dykish business and leaving her with a bunch of fucking 
cripples in a fucking wasteland! Part of her, however, was 
envious that it was Tracey and not her who was having a 
relationship with a woman who back home would be some 
kind of model, and a fucking rich one too. There was no 
fucking justice in the world, she mused as Tracey and 
Buttercup vanished into the shadows of the wood. She 
turned back to watch the hairy man's prick push in and out 
of Sweetness' arse. 

"That'll cost him extra," commented Joy with a sneer. "You 
can't fucking take more unless you fucking give more."

Buttercup and Tracey wandered through the wood together 
hand-in-hand, Tracey struggling to keep down a fit of 
giggles that kept bursting uncontrollably towards the 
surface. Despite her misery, she had never felt so happy 
before. This was love. She was in love. For the first time in 
her life, she was in love. Unless you count Darren who used 
to fuck her in the garden shed his parents had owned when 
she was at school and strictly had only just lost her 
virginity. Or Wayne whose wife hated them when she found 
them screwing on the marital bed. Or even Baz who was 
probably the first really half-way decent fuck of her life. But 
this was different. She'd never felt so passionately and 
helplessly in love before.

Buttercup stopped in a small clearing, and tenderly turned 
Tracey towards her. Wordlessly and still smiling, she undid 
each button of Tracey's blouse and with care pulled it open 
and slid it down Tracey's arms. "Lie down!" she 
commanded with a whisper. Tracey obeyed, lying down 
naked on the moss and bracken, not really noticing the 
coarse dry twigs on her sun-scorched flesh. She closed her 
eyes, while a broad and silly smile spread over her face. 

And then, she felt a tender licking and sucking on her 
ankles and feet. She pressed her chin against her chest and 
gazed down at Buttercup's arse which was hovering over 
her stomach while her tongue busied itself lower down. 
Each lick, each nip of Buttercup's teeth, each stroke of her 
beautiful classically contoured hands sent a tremor of 
delight through her body. She shuddered and shook, as 
Buttercup worked her way up patiently from her ankles, to 
her knees, ever upwards, her bum moving closer and closer 
towards her eyes and mouth. Onto the thighs, on the inside, 
on the outside. And then? And then? Buttercup's teeth 
and tongue engaged with the lips of Tracey's vagina, and 
snaggled in the short hairs of her crotch. And then, 
Buttercup's vagina was close enough to Tracey's face that 
her nose could smell its odours and her eyes could gaze 
lovingly at its the folds and details.

"I love you! I love you! I love you!" gasped Tracey, before 
sinking her nose into Buttercup's arse (the smell of which 
was somehow sweeter than any arse she'd smelt before), 
and her tongue and teeth could reciprocate the pleasure 
Buttercup's own was giving her below. She gasped and 
shuddered. And then... A pulse of pleasure rippled through 
her body. And exploded into a gasp. And then another 
gasp. Oh God! Oh God! Oh Fuck! She shivered, 
shuddered, and groaned as spasms of orgasm of a degree 
and depth she'd never before imagined crashed and thudded 
through her body like waves on a beach, like vibrations of a 
drum, like nothing she'd ever imagined before.

And then... While arching her back up to the rhythm of her 
internal orgasms there was a crash and a thump and a 
roaring noise that she at first attributed to her imagination 
thundering through the wood and shaking the top leaves of 
the trees.

Sharon also heard the noises. But she was much closer. 
She'd got fairly pissed off while standing around aimlessly 
near Sweetness and Joy. The hairy man had been replaced 
by another man, with a somewhat thin and bent prick and 
almost the ugliest and most disfigured face she'd ever seen. 
He was now lying down underneath Sweetness, whose 
shoulders were bouncing up and down as her slender body 
slid up and down the length of his prick. And then with the 
crash, and as the sky exploded, and the jet plane shot off, 
Sweetness was thrown off the man and flung by the shock 
onto the ground. Sharon stumbled and crouched on the 
ground, watching the jet plane disappear, seeing the smoke 
and flames emerge from the depths of the old factory where 
the plane had dropped its payload. 

"What the fuck!" shouted Joy. She was also crouched 
down, looking at the factory behind them, Sweetness lay 
huddled on the parched dry earth, her hands over her eyes, 
and a trickles of semen sliding down her legs.

This explosion was followed by another series, as plane 
after plane shot at supersonic speed through the sky, their 
roar following explosion after explosion. Rubble and debris 
shot out from the factory and flew in all directions. A lump 
of tangled metal flew into Joy's shoulder and sent her 
sideways onto the ground taking with it a chunk of Joy's 
arm and leaving a trail of blood arching behind it. Her head 
fell against a stone and a trickled of blood seeped out from 
her mouth. The man stood up and caught a brick in his 
chest which sent him staggering backwards onto the 
ground. 

Sharon crouched down, covered her head with her hands, 
as she'd imagined she ought to do during explosions, like 
they did in all the action movies. Though in the action 
movies, there wasn't usually such strange quiet as the roar 
of jets and the vibrations of the explosions died down, to be 
following by a chorus of moans, cries and shrieks from all 
around. She peeked up through her fingers to see people 
from the settlement running, it seemed in all directions. 
Some had blood hiding the contours of what might once 
have been faces. There were others like Joy, lying on the 
ground, moaning and yelling. Smoke was billowing out 
from the factory and rolling around the ground. Dust was 
thrown up from explosions that must have hit the dry earth.

Then there was a crackle of what Sharon's memory of 
action films told her must be automatic gun fire. A man was 
running across the ground a few yards from her, and then 
he fell to the ground, the back of his head now just a 
formless mess of red and grey. Sharon stood up. This was 
not a safe place to be. She saw Sweetness crouched near 
her, tears streaming down her face from her sightless eyes. 
"What's going on? What's happening?" she cried.

Sharon didn't know the answer to that. She could see some 
shadows which looked like armoured vehicles driving 
towards them across the parched open fields. She also saw 
running towards them, carrying guns,  the silhouettes of 
what must only be soldiers. But not soldiers as she thought 
they should look like. They had guns which they were firing 
as they ran along. But otherwise they were naked. Their 
skin was all blotched with green and brown, and, oddest of 
all, each and everyone of them was sporting an erect penis 
which was proceeding ahead of them. 

They were shouting to each other and to the world in 
general. "Glory be to the King!" one shouted. "And to the 
King all Glory!" another replied. "May he live forever!" 
another shouted.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" shouted Sharon. Every one for 
themselves. She picked herself up, intending to run to 
safety somewhere, anywhere. And then just before she got 
ready to move she saw Sweetness staggering towards Joy 
who was moaning inarticulately.

"Joy! Joy! What's going on? Answer me! What's going on!"

"I'm no fucking charity!" snarled Sharon, trying to persuade 
herself to leave Sweetness and be fucked. And then she saw 
a shadowy figure, and his monstrous erection, aim his 
submachine gun at Joy and then blast it in her direction. 
Joy's body spasmed for the last time as the bullets shot 
through her and sent portions of her face and breasts flying 
into Sweetness' own face.

Despite herself, Sharon ran up to Sweetness. "Fuck Joy! 
Come on!" she shouted, grabbing the blind girl by the wrist 
and dragging her with her. However, their own escape was 
barely any distance at all, until she found herself confronted 
by the erect penis and steely testicles of another naked 
soldier. She stopped, and hugged Sweetness tightly to 
herself. Who else was there to comfort her? Or to give 
comfort to?

"These ones are alive!" the soldier shouted.

"And they're not fucking cripples either!" responded 
another.

"The Sergeant'll be pleased with these ones!" shouted a 
third, as the three soldiers surrounded the two girls.

Sharon lay on the ground, shivering from fear, clutching 
Sweetness' naked body which shuddered from even greater 
fear and misery, staring up at a trio of erect pricks and gun 
barrels. "What the fuck are you going to do with us?" she 
managed to ask through the thick mucus of despair that had 
risen from her throat, humiliatingly aware of the stream of 
piss that was trickling down her bare legs.






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