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Subject: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Fourteen (14/20) {Bradley Stoke} (caution)
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Title: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Fourteen (14/20) {Bradley Stoke} (caution)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 14 of 20
Keywords: (caution)
Short Summary: Sharon and Sweetness escape from capture by Buggery soldiers.

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 Sweetness are captured by Buggery soldiers, while trying 
to escape from Buggery to the neighbouring republic of Gomorrah. 



Chapter Fourteen
================


It started as a day like all the others as far as Sharon was 
concerned. In fact, in her misery she had lost all concept of 
days. Life was nothing but boredom and fear punctuated by 
rape. Only a few hours earlier Sweetness and she had had 
to endure another assault by the Buggery soldiers. Again 
ones she'd never seen before with the exception of the 
sergeant who escorted them in. She was vaguely aware of 
the violence done to her through her tears and pain. Her 
arse hadn't recovered from the previous assault which had 
already left a trickle of blood between her buttocks. Her 
vagina was similarly bruised and battered. And yet more 
pummelling. She could see Sweetness' face pressed against 
the ground like her own, a leg hooked over her back while 
another soldier squeezed his penis into his arse. She could 
see the other soldiers fucking each other and could hear the 
gasps and pants of the soldiers as they penetrated her. She 
had long given up struggling. It only made it hurt more. All 
she could look forward to was the pain ending, and then 
being left huddled in a slump to nurse her sorrows. 
Sometimes she saw enough of the soldiers from the 
undignified positions in which they'd held her down to see 
just how young and sometimes mutilated they were. She 
knew that their sufferings in this war had also been 
considerable, and the scars and dismemberments were 
proof, if proof were needed that war was no more pleasant 
for the combatants than it was for innocents like her who 
had been dragged into its sphere.

And then, hours of solitude with Sweetness whose tears of 
grief for Joy were intermingled with rage against the men 
who had treated her so badly. It was evening, so only a 
shadowy form of Sweetness could be seen in the narrow 
light passing through the tent's closed entrance. Sharon sat 
with her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms nestling 
around her legs, staring into space, depressed, anxious and 
bruised. How long would she last until she was discarded 
or worn out? It was while these dark thoughts ran through 
her mind that she was suddenly startled by a loud bang and 
a sudden burst of light which briefly illuminated the 
contours of Sweetness' recumbent white form. 

Thunder and lightening, presumed Sharon. But no, there 
wasn't any rain. The little patch of sky she could see 
through the tent door was clear. And then another crash. 
Not too far away. And the sound of running outside. What 
was happening?  In the tent, all she knew of was frantic 
activity outside, the occasional thundering crash and 
accompanying flash of light. And then the sound of 
gunfire.

"Oh No! Oh No! We're gonna die! We're going to die!" 
cried Sharon in utter fear, a patch of urine suddenly 
releasing itself from between her legs and squirting onto 
the ground beneath her. 

Sweetness moaned. "What's happening? What's going on? 
What's happening?"

"I don't know," admitted Sharon, conscious only that 
whatever it was, it was dangerous and potentially lethal.

The noise and confusion only intensified. The gunfire 
became an almost continuous rattle as it progressed to 
machine guns and hand automatics. Every few moments 
there was a shriek or a thump or a crash. The tent was 
illuminated after and during each new noise, and Sharon 
could see Sweetness in those few instances lit up and 
crouched. She despaired. "I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" 
she moaned unable to hear her own voice over the 
cacophony, and distantly aware of similar shrieks and cries 
erupting from Sweetness. Sharon rolled herself into a ball, 
hid her head into her arms and like a mantra moaned: "Die! 
I'm gonna. Die!" She could hear soldiers running about 
outside. At one stage, the tent shook as a body fell against 
it and then slumped to the ground. Sharon yelped with 
terror. When would she be next?

"Sharon! Sharon!" she distantly heard. She looked up to 
see the shadowy figure of the sergeant. He was crouching 
down, but Sharon could see that his penis was fully erect 
between his legs. 

"Not now! For fuck's sake not now!" Sharon pleaded, 
afraid that she was about to be raped.

"I love you, Sharon," said the sergeant in a voice hollowed 
out by excitement. "I love you. I only wish we'd met in ? 
in better circumstances." Sharon gazed at the figure when 
there was another monstrous crash which shook the tent 
and briefly lit the sergeant up. He was clearly excited, and 
not just his penis. Sharon noticed a gash on his leg and a 
swelling of flesh and blood. The sergeant slightly hobbled. 
"If we ever meet again .. if I survive ? I'd so like to meet 
you again ? but, for now, you must run. Run away!"

Sharon was conscious that the shackle around her ankle 
was being taken off and suddenly she was freed. Her ankle 
felt sore, but it was also free. Then, as she crouched, 
rubbing her ankle and wondering what to do, she watched 
as the sergeant unclasped Sweetness' ankle and then both 
of them were free. 

"You must run! Both of you! The Gomorrans. They're here. 
Soon they'll be in this tent. And they'll kill you! You must 
leave! Now!"

The sergeant tugged Sharon up, who was unsteady from so 
many days of lying down. And weak from eating so badly. 
And bruised and battered from her multiple rapes. He 
grabbed Sharon by the arm and pulled up Sweetness who 
was terrified and weeping. He pulled them out of the tent, 
hobbling on his wounded leg.

"I have to fight! You have to run!" the sergeant shouted 
urgently. Sharon was startled by the brightness and 
confusion of the camp outside which she'd only glimpsed 
when she'd been dragged in. All around were Buggery 
soldiers running naked with their erect penises, with guns 
in their arms. On the ground were the bodies of other 
soldiers. Some tents were burning, and there was smoke 
drifting across the landscape. She could vaguely see the 
shadows of jeeps in the distance driving around through 
the smoke. And all around was the sound of gunfire and 
the occasional whistle as bullets shot by uncomfortably 
close.

The sergeant pushed Sharon and Sweetness away from 
him. "That way! There's a wood. Only a hundred yards! 
Run!"

Sharon looked around her with startled open eyes, aware 
that her chances were lessening by the second. Without a 
word, she grabbed Sweetness by the arm and pulled her 
roughly with her as she ran almost as blindly as Sweetness 
in the dark void where the sergeant pointed. As they ran, 
they occasionally glimpsed soldiers lying on the ground 
and others running in all directions. She was unsure of 
where she trod, and felt the rough earth acutely as her bare 
feet raced onwards. Despite her blindness, Sweetness was 
keeping up with her, moaning but not complaining. 

And then, they were into some woodland. But Sharon kept 
running, aware that this was only shelter in the most 
temporary sense. They ran over through the dark shadows, 
gashing their ankles and their thighs on the brambles and 
thicket. Gradually, the sound of gunfire became more 
distant, but the explosions when they occurred were loud, 
threatening and shook even the tall trees around them.

Sharon ran and ran, her breath short and painful. And then 
she noticed an opening in the trees through which the 
moon was shining. Sharon guided Sweetness through the 
trees, and put an arm around the girl.

"We've escaped. We may be safe," she whispered. 
Sweetness looked up her, gazing with sightless, tearful 
eyes.

"I hope so! I hope so!" she whispered.

However, when they got to the edge of the wood, Sharon 
could see that they were still far from being as safe as she'd 
hoped. Outside a full battle was in action. Buggery soldiers 
were running about, their erect penises silhouetted 
grotesquely against the moon. Gomorran soldiers in jeeps 
were also in evidence, firing at the Buggery soldiers from 
their jeeps. A large tank was charging over the dried barren 
earth, crunching over the bodies of dead soldiers, 
occasionally releasing explosions of fire into those soldiers 
who were running about. Sharon was suddenly aware that 
the tank was heading towards the woods where they were, 
and might soon be on them. She wasn't sure that the trees 
would offer it much of an obstacle.

She squeezed Sweetness' shoulder. "We have to keep 
running. It's dangerous here." Sweetness nodded, and 
joined Sharon as she led her back into the wood.

However, it was not long until Sharon's exhaustion became 
the better of her, and she and Sweetness were reduced to 
staggering through the dark dismal wood, not knowing 
where they were going, only knowing what they were 
running away from. The sound of explosions became more 
infrequent and more distant, and she was now more 
conscious of the deadness and silence of where they were. 
But tired as she was, she and Sweetness continued walking 
and stumbling in the dark. Neither said much to each other, 
although Sweetness clung to Sharon's arm or hand so 
tightly that Sharon could feel the girl's nails dig deep into 
her flesh.

The girls walked on and on, until they could walk no more. 
And then, hoping that it was safe, Sharon settled on a spot 
underneath a tall tree around which was mostly grass and 
moss, and although it was slightly damp in the night chill, 
she gently eased Sweetness down to join her in the dark for 
the rest that her body demanded of her. Sweetness sighed 
and pulled herself onto Sharon's body for comfort and 
warmth. Sharon had neither the energy nor the cruelty to 
push her off.

In fact, their bodies were the only shelter they had from the 
chill. They held each other tightly, seeking solace in each 
other's arms, Sweetness' head buried in Sharon's lap and 
Sharon's head resting on Sweetness' back. Sleep was 
elusive and fitful, but when it finally came, brought relief 
of a kind that Sharon had not known for many days.

It was serenely and blissfully peaceful when Sharon woke 
up. The light from the sun lit up the green and brown 
forest, revealing the many pretty blue and yellow flowers 
that she'd not seen the night before. The sun's heat burnt on 
her bare back and Sweetness was clasped closely to her: 
her arms looping beneath hers and around her back, her 
face close to her own, and their legs entwined together. 
Sweetness stirred and opened her eyes. The pale sightless 
eyes gazed at her through the wild hair that had fallen onto 
her face.

"Oh Sharon! You saved me! I'm alive! How can I thank 
you?"

Sharon sighed. "It's not over yet," she said miserably. The 
darkness that had engulfed her in the days of rape and 
abuse in the tent was not that easily lifted. But she 
appreciated Sweetness' tender affection. The girl put her 
arms onto Sharon's shoulders and pushed her face into 
Sharon's. She kissed her full on the mouth, her tongue just 
emerging and about to enter between Sharon's lips. Sharon 
gently pushed Sweetness away.

"Oh! Sharon! I love you. I love you," said Sweetness sadly.

Sharon was not pleased to hear this. "I'm not a dyke," she 
reminded Sweetness. "Just keep your fucking hands off 
me! Well, not your hands. But your tongue anyway." She 
was distantly aware of Sweetness' hands probing between 
her legs and then a finger stroking the short hairs of her 
crotch around the cunt-ring, which was all she had to wear. 
Sharon brushed Sweetness' hand away, gently and 
sympathetically. "And whatever you do, don't put your 
hand there."

Sweetness weeped. "But I love you. You saved my life."

"I don't fucking care! It's men I want ? well, not all men 
?" she mused, thinking of the regular abuse she'd so 
recently become nearly accustomed to, "but men anyway 
? not women. Do you understand?"

Sweetness bent her head down, her hair cascading onto her 
hands and over her skinny breasts. Her bony limbs seemed 
so vulnerable in the sun, as she pushed her clasped hands 
down between the angles of her knees. "No, I don't," 
Sweetness admitted. "I don't understand at all. Joy always 
made love to me. Why don't you? What's wrong with me? 
Don't you like me? Do I look so horrible?" 

Sharon was aware that tears were running down Sweetness' 
nose, and one droplet hung precipitously from its end. But 
she couldn't relent. It wasn't right. "Come on, Sweetness," 
she said gently, putting a hand on Sweetness' own clasped 
ones. "We have enough to do. We have to somehow find 
things to eat. And we've got to get away from here." She 
lifted Sweetness' head up by her chin and gazed into her 
face. The girl was quite pretty, if horribly malnourished. 
The cuts and bruises on her face detracted from her 
attractiveness. Her cheeks were sunk in, there was a dark 
mark around one of her eyes, and her lips were cracked and 
the lower one slightly split. "We must get moving."

"But where to?" wondered Sweetness standing up above 
her unsteady and slightly wobbly. Sharon gazed up at the 
unshaven triangle between her legs, the sharp angles of her 
hips and the caved-in stomach. An overwhelming sadness 
came over her, colouring her darkness with a fresh sense of 
foreboding.

"I don't know. I don't fucking know!"

Without Buttercup or Tracey, Sharon felt even more 
hopeless than she had before. And her responsibilities 
towards this blind girl may have given her a sense of 
purpose, but that didn't make her any more capable. Their 
wanderings through the day and the days to come were 
aimless, meandering and uncoordinated. They wandered in 
and out of the woods. Sometimes walking along the empty 
roads. Sometimes straying towards the battle zones where 
bombed-out tanks and abandoned vehicles gave evidence 
of potential danger. 

On a few occasions they saw the bodies of soldiers rotting 
in the sun, surrounded by the buzz of insects and the 
gathering of horribly slimy things around them. On one 
occasion, they even saw the body of a soldier fully clothed, 
with maggots and flies crawling through the fabric. This 
was the first time Sharon had seen anyone, alive or dead, 
with clothes on, and this acutely reminded her of her 
nakedness. She looked down disparagingly at her bruised 
and lacerated body, her bare vagina a kind of affront to her 
sensibilities. Would she ever wear clothes again? And lead 
a normal life? She looked at Sweetness, who was staring 
blankly ahead, her hand, as always, tightly grasped in hers. 
She was discomfited more by the horrible smell from the 
corpse than by its sight. Sharon felt overwhelmed by a 
sense of sadness and something else she had been resisting 
so strongly. She tenderly kissed Sweetness on the cheek, 
who started slightly alarmed, and then smiled as she 
established what had touched her. Sharon gently eased the 
girl off as she tried to reciprocate the affection.

Sharon was completely hopeless at the task of finding and 
preparing food, and Sweetness was understandably even 
worse. As the days and nights went by, a succession of 
wandering punctuated by exhaustion, the two got weaker 
and their wanderings more fitful. Every time they saw 
figures in the distance, the girls hid either flat on the 
ground or in the thickets, terrified that they might be seen 
by soldiers or, worse, police. Sharon's self-confidence 
dropped and her despair intensified. But still the sun shone, 
the landscape alternated between the bleak barrenness of 
the open fields and the forbidding shadows of the forests.

Those times that they had the energy to stumble forwards 
became steadily shorter, and the times they rested became 
longer. Soon, Sharon leaned more and more heavily on 
Sweetness, who was steadily losing her passion for her 
guardian as her own energy levels dropped further. 
Sharon's awareness of where she was became increasingly 
more tenuous. When they rested, their consciousness slid 
away so easily, and stirring became even more difficult. 
The sun burnt on Sharon's back and shoulders and her legs 
became increasingly lacerated as her stumbling became 
more faltering and more unsteady. And soon they weren't 
walking at all.

Sharon wasn't at all sure how long she and Sweetness had 
been lying on the earth in the shade of the large tree. They 
were clinging to each other in desperation, Sweetness 
occasionally shivering as fatigue and hunger shook through 
her body. Sharon's mouth was dry and her lips cracked. 
The few fruits and the odd mushroom they'd eaten hadn't 
really been enough to sustain them with either nourishment 
or moisture. And then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She 
assumed it was Sweetness, and opened her eyes surprised 
to see that both of the girl's hands were clinging to her 
shoulders, her eyes closed and one leg pushed out ungainly 
away from them.

Sharon started. She mouthed "What the fuck!" and looked 
up at the possessor of the strange hand, expecting to see a 
Buggery soldier with his erect penis and khaki skin. Instead 
she saw the face of a woman with her hair shaved off and a 
strangely reassuring smile under a small nose disfigured by 
a huge nose-ring.

"Who are you?"

The woman offered Sharon a bowl of water which she was 
holding in her other hands. Sharon took it from her and 
gulped it down greedily, and as she did so glimpsed the 
hands which had proffered the bowl to her. They were slim 
white hands with the third finger on the left hand cut off at 
just about the lower joint. She looked up and evaluated this 
strange angel of mercy. It then became clear. The naked 
body, the chains running from the pierced nipples and the 
shaven vagina. The crouched figure was a Sodomite 
pilgrim.

The woman smiled again, and opened her mouth 
voicelessly. It was with an acute sense of discomfort and 
unease that Sharon realised that there was no tongue in the 
mouth behind the sparkling white teeth, or rather only the 
stump of a tongue. And this Sodomite pilgrim was not 
alone. There were three or four others: one male, the other 
female, all naked bar the chains and rings from piercings 
all about their bodies. They were all smiling at her. Despite 
herself, Sharon smiled back.

The woman who'd given her the water was crouched beside 
her, the chains from her nipples resting on her knees. She 
placed a hand on Sharon's lips and then pulled herself 
forward to kiss her gently and tenderly on the lips. A very 
warm and brief kiss. She then gently raised the bowl of 
water to Sharon's mouth.

Sharon sipped some more and looked up at the solicitous 
and kindly gaze of the strange woman. "Thank you," she 
said sincerely and with difficulty through the newly 
watered corridors of her parched throat. "Thank you for 
saving my life."



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