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Subject: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Fifteen (15/20) {Bradley Stoke} (caution)
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Title: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Fifteen (15/20) {Bradley Stoke} (caution)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 15 of 20
Keywords: (caution)
Short Summary: Sharon and Sweetness travel with the Sodomite pilgrims.

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
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Sharon and Sweetness are rescued by Sodomiite pilgrims, while trying 
to escape from Buggery to the neighbouring republic of Gomorrah. 



Chapter Fifteen
===============


The Sodomite pilgrims couldn't be described as great 
conversational company. In fact, as they had all had their 
tongues removed, they weren't able to converse at all. The 
conversation they had with each other was conducted in 
sign language and mouthing, but this was enough for them 
to organise themselves pretty well. Despite their various 
mutilations, they were astonishingly self-sufficient and 
capable. They knew exactly which roots, fruits and berries 
could be safely eaten. They were expert at catching and 
killing rabbits, birds and other animals to provide meat. 
Their various cooking utensils were eminently practical for 
the task of living off the land. They were, however, very 
kind and helpful to Sharon and Sweetness. After the girls' 
abject failure in fending for themselves in the Buggery 
countryside, the Sodomite pilgrims were the perfect 
companions. 

Nevertheless, association with the pilgrims came with a 
price, but not, thankfully, one which involved self-
mutilation: at least not on the gross level that the Sodomite 
pilgrims had undergone. All the pilgrims had had their 
tongues removed, and the third finger of the left hand 
mostly removed or cut off. One girl had her left hand cut 
off at the wrist, but the others had clearly drawn the line at 
a less extreme point. The girls had their vaginas sewn 
together, whilst the man had a bolt all the way through the 
end of his penis, the other end of which was attached to his 
nipples. All the pilgrims had their head shaved. Indeed, all 
their hair except the eyebrows was removed: a daily ritual 
which the pilgrims accompanied with prayers and even 
song, although as none of them had tongues it was 
impossible to determine what these songs might be about. 

It was made clear to Sharon that although the girls were 
welcome to accompany the Sodomite pilgrims on their 
wandering through Buggery, they should at least conform 
to the same appearance as their mentors. Both Sharon and 
Sweetness were far too disorientated and distressed to 
object, after their ordeal in the camp and their near 
starvation in the countryside. Indeed, Sharon was living in 
a constant unfocused haze: a kind of continuing nightmare 
darkened by her present fears and past traumas. Would she 
ever see Tracey again? Would she ever see home again? 
Had she, in fact, already died and was now in some kind of 
hell? She just allowed the Sodomites to shave and decorate 
her as they so desired: not complaining and really not 
caring.

Sweetness and she were both treated the same, so although 
she had no mirror to see her reflection, she knew from 
looking at Sweetness exactly what she now looked like. 
Her head, arms, vagina, legs and armpits were all shaved 
by some lethal looking razor blades which skimmed over 
the fairly basic creamy soap which was applied to lubricate 
the skin and facilitate the shaving. This ritual was almost 
pleasant. The girl whose face Sharon had first glimpsed in 
some strange sense had adopted the pair, and she was the 
one who administered the shave. As each part was shaved 
clean, she then kissed the whole of the shaven area with 
her lips, as if to be sure it was sufficiently smooth. Sharon 
might normally have objected to this degree of intimacy, 
but she had seen that the pilgrims adopted the exact same 
routine when shaving each other. And it was undeniably 
quite pleasant to feel the brush of this girl's nose and lips 
against the bare skin of her vagina. The most intimate and 
unthreatening sensuality those lips had probably ever 
experienced. At home, her labia was normally nothing but 
an open door, or one, when not open, was pushed ajar with 
as much haste as was required for a prick to get inside. 
Soon, she and Sweetness lay back on the grass under the 
morning sun, their skin fresh and clean after the application 
of the blade, glistening in the shine of the soap and saliva 
that had accompanied the shave. 

Sharon ran her hand over her shaven head, and looked 
sadly at the strands of her bleached hair where it lay on the 
grass. It certainly felt weird. And from looking at 
Sweetness, she could see how weird it also appeared. The 
pate was significantly paler than the rest of the skin which 
had otherwise been mostly tanned by the sun. Sharon was 
dismayed by how strangely nobbly Sweetness' shaved head 
looked, and, of course, how it must be correspondingly so 
on her own head. The bump at the nape of the neck where 
it joined the skull. The ears looking so much smaller on a 
bare background. The sweep of forehead which went up 
without interruption of any kind at all. In fact, the loss of 
hair must have been more considerable for Sweetness than 
for her. Sweetness' hair had previously been quite long, 
often obscuring most of her face and much of her neck and 
shoulders. Sharon's hair, by contrast, had not obscured very 
much at all, and after the haircut administered by Primrose 
had been relatively short already. But short was not at all 
the same as bald. 

The shave wasn't the last treatment meted out on the two 
girls by the Sodomite pilgrims. Sharon's nipples were 
already pierced, as was her clitoris. This was not true of 
Sweetness who had never been pierced before, either 
voluntarily, like Sharon, or by law, like most women in 
Buggery. The pilgrims found little difficulty in threading 
chains and rings through Sharon's nipple and crotch. She 
soon had weighty jangling ornamentation hanging from her 
front. This seemed to represent some kind of clothing to 
the Sodomites, although unlike any clothing Sharon had 
ever worn before, even in Buggery, this provided neither 
warmth nor modesty. A wreath of thin chains dangled from 
the rings through her nipples, and were somehow held in 
check by those threaded through the ring in her crotch

Applying the same ornamentation to Sweetness was more 
difficult. Sharon had to explain to Sweetness what was 
happening to her as the Sodomite pilgrims pierced her 
small puffy nipples and her tender clitoris with their sharp 
pins. They were clearly skilled at what they were doing, 
because although they didn't administer any painkillers, the 
operation in the three points was done extremely quickly 
and inflicted remarkably little pain on the young girl. Her 
yelps of pain were tempered by the kisses administered to 
her by the Sodomite girl who had taken responsibility for 
the two. She rested Sweetness' head on her lap, and 
squeezed her hand tightly and affectionately as she winced 
and cried out. And then after all the piercing was done, she 
cuddled Sweetness to her chest as the rings which had been 
inserted into her nipples and clitoris kept the piercings 
open. And only after a quarter an hour or more of such 
voiceless comforting were the chains threaded through the 
rings, weighing her front down, and bringing her to fresh 
cries of pain, as they tugged at her tender wounds. And, 
there she stood, in front of Sharon who lay on the grass, 
gradually getting used to her own new appearance: her 
head shaven, bare legs and vagina, and a front obscured by 
chains. She stared ahead, sightlessly and confused, unable 
perhaps to be sure whether she alone had been singled out 
for this painful ceremony. Her eyes were still moist from 
the tears she had shed during the piercing ceremony, her 
breasts slightly bruised and even more puffy from the 
weight of the chains, and the bruises and scratches she'd 
gained after the two girls perambulations in the woods 
even more distinct against her hairless bare frame lit by the 
unforgiving glare of the Buggery morning sun. 

Sharon looked at the Sodomite pilgrims gathered around 
them and observed the indulgent smiles on their faces. She 
was suddenly struck by a bolt of lucidity and was just as 
suddenly frightened. She stood up and rushed over to 
Sweetness. She put an arm around the blind girl, and pulled 
her bare body against her own.

"You're not fucking cutting our tongues out! Or sewing our 
fucking cunts together!" She shouted at them.

The girl who'd comforted them smiled more broadly. She 
then made some strange hand signals to her companions 
while mouthing something while her voice made a sound 
her tongue couldn't articulate. The other pilgrims laughed 
in a good-humoured way: a way which seemed 
incongruous in such bizarre looking people. She then 
walked up to Sharon, placed a forefinger to her lips, and 
placed her hand on her crotch in a tender, non-threatening 
way.

"Are you gonna fucking sew me up, you bastards?" Sharon 
asked aggressively.

The girl shook her shaved head with a frown and a smile. 
She then pulled Sharon and Sweetness to her chest and 
kissed the two of them affectionately. Her mouth moved, 
and her throat voiced a response, but Sharon could make 
no sense of any of the guttural vowels. She smiled again, 
and returned to her companions. She immediately returned 
with a plate full of some more of the very tasty vegetables 
that she had prepared earlier, and made another growling 
sound which appeared to say "Eat up!"

The Sodomite pilgrims violated the two girls no further, 
and indeed in their inarticulate way made their best efforts 
to make them feel at ease. In fact, as Sharon came to 
realise, as they followed the pilgrims through the 
countryside of Buggery, their newly shaved heads and 
chains of Sodomite bondage were actually something to be 
grateful for. None of the many police who they passed in 
their wanderings paid them any attention at all. As a result 
of whatever terms in which cross-border treaties had been 
phrased, the Sodomite pilgrims were actually the most free 
people in the Kingdom of Buggery. Indeed, the police 
appeared to be just as much disgusted by the Sodomites' 
appearance as Sharon herself had been initially. Even when 
the Sodomites prostrated themselves in front of the police, 
arse to the air, gesturing invitingly at their anuses, this 
provocation seemed to serve the purpose of actually 
dissuading the police of doing anything. They left the 
Sodomites to their own business, strutting off with their 
massive dildos strapped to their waists, and protruding 
incongruously in front of them, more willing to cause harm 
to their own citizens than to these shaven, pierced and 
mutilated pilgrims. When they disappeared, the pilgrims 
would smile amongst themselves, and kiss Sharon 
reassuringly, aware of the terror that inevitably caused her 
body to tremble. Sweetness as always knew only as much 
as Sharon ever told her, which was normally just to keep 
quiet and pretend that her tongue had also been torn out. 

There was a comforting routine to the Sodomite's day. At 
sunrise, sunset, and three other times a day, the pilgrims 
indulged in a ritual which was both fascinating and quite 
unpleasant to watch. Essentially, this involved anal 
intercourse: an exercise achieved by the use of rather 
ornate dildos which the pilgrims drew out of the cloth bags 
they carried over their shoulders. These bags were 
themselves of some ritual significance: each of them was 
embroidered with a slogan which must have had some 
meaning in their faith. "To Give is to Receive". 
"Surrender to the Will". "The Orifice Taketh and 
Giveth Release". This was clearly not a faith of silent 
contemplation. 

Their ceremonies were an orgy of flesh and anal 
penetration: the pilgrims' bodies entwined around each 
other, the dildos strapped to the waists by leather and 
chains, their ends thrust deep inside the ritually presented 
arses. Even the male pilgrim was made to receive a dildo 
thrust up his arse. His own penis wasn't used at all. The 
reason for this Sharon noticed with some distaste was 
because he had been castrated, and the scrotum which 
seemed so full beneath his flaccid penis was filled not with 
testicles but with metal balls. Like the girls, he had to use a 
dildo to fulfil his role in the ceremony.

While this went on, Sharon held onto Sweetness, glad that 
her blindness precluded her from fully understanding what 
accompanied the grunts and gasps which freely exploded 
from the pilgrims in their orgiastic ceremony. The vaginas 
were sealed during the ceremony as much then as at other 
times, which meant that the pissing on each other that 
invariably conjoined the penetration was a messy and 
uncoordinated affair, as the urine burst through the barrier 
of stitches and rings, and splashed over the pilgrims in a 
random kind of way. As also did the shit, which thankfully 
they didn't always choose to ingest as part of the process. 
Some of the more devout ensured that their ritual sodomy 
was also accompanied with flagellation from nettles and 
whatever else could be used for the purpose.

These ceremonies rarely continued for much more than 
half an hour, and then, sated and somehow purified, and 
with expressions of beatific ecstasy, the pilgrims continued 
as before in the more mundane businesses of preparing 
food, hunting and gathering food, and, if they were already 
on their route, walking through the barren Buggery 
countryside.

At night, Sharon rested against Sweetness, too weak from 
walking and her tribulations of the previous days, to 
complain as Sweetness showered her with affectionate 
kisses and cuddles. Indeed, she only complained when 
Sweetness' fingers or tongue wandered towards her arse or 
cunt, on which occasions, she would forcefully remind the 
blind girl that she was not a fucking dyke. Sweetness 
seemed resigned to Sharon's frequent rejection of her 
advances, but this did not stop her from declaring, much to 
Sharon's embarrassment, that she was in love with her and 
would do anything she wanted. She noticed that Sweetness' 
affection for her was observed indulgently by the Sodomite 
pilgrims, as they lay apart from the two girls, gathered in a 
body of intertwined, intermingling flesh, chains and naked 
skin.

The days were spent in wandering: something which 
Sharon had become so accustomed to now that she no 
longer thought to complain even to herself. This wandering 
was the purpose of the pilgrims' visit to Buggery, and the 
effort of it was a small  price to pay for the food, water and 
protection the pilgrims provided. At irregular intervals, 
sometimes two or three times in a day, and sometimes only 
once in a day, the pilgrims would arrive at a place of some 
religious significance to them. Sometimes it was obvious 
what the object of their worship was. A tomb or a statue or 
a desecrated, disused shrine. Sometimes it was much more 
obscure. An old tree, the centre of a field of beetroots, a 
house lived in by puzzled Buggery subjects. At whichever 
place it was, the pilgrims would prostrate themselves, arse 
high in the air, their arms stretched out in front of them 
whilst one of them would intone in a voice made 
unintelligible by the loss of tongue. And then, after leaving 
some tokens of worship, like a bunch of thistles, a coin or a 
chain, the pilgrims would continue on their way. Sharon 
was never sure what she should do in these ceremonies, but 
she reasoned that whenever anyone from Buggery was 
watching, especially if they were police, it was best to 
follow the example set by the others and to instruct 
Sweetness to do the same. It amused her in a grim kind of 
way to see the obvious discomfort of people from Buggery 
at the pilgrims' presence. They rarely came very close, but 
they would watch the strange ritual with fascination.

On only one occasion did anyone from Buggery take 
advantage of the offer of abuse that the pilgrims made to 
everyone they met. Two policewomen with erect dildos 
and muscled bodies pushed into the pilgrims, kicking and 
punching them. But the fact that the pilgrims were taking 
the punishment with such apparent pleasure, asking for 
more with each punch or kick, clearly upset even them, and 
they gave up after hardly any time at all. The pilgrims 
themselves seemed quite gratified by the abuse that they 
had received and soon meted out even worse punishment 
on each other in an flailing orgy of nettles and brambles. 

That evening, the pilgrims were still quite excited by their 
brief encounter, proudly feeling the bruises raised on their 
faces and limbs, and gently kissing the scratches which 
they had sustained. Their ritual sodomy lasted longer than 
usual, while Sharon comforted Sweetness who was clearly 
frightened by what she could hear but could not see. And 
then the ritual became a softer, more sensual and gentle 
lovemaking as the pilgrims entangled bodies became 
engulfed in more conventional caresses and kisses: tongues 
and fingers exercised on mutilated genitals and tongueless 
mouths. The man seemed as keen on the sensuality as 
much as the girls, despite his emasculation and the inability 
of his penis to become erect or functional.

The girl who had first befriended them noticed Sharon and 
Sweetness huddled together in the shade of the tree in the 
darkening shadows of night. She wandered over to them, 
crouched down and smiled. Wreathed in a rather becoming 
grin she attempted to say something which Sharon strained 
to understand. It was hopeless, however. Without a tongue, 
her words were just inarticulate noises and her hand 
gestures were too intricate and involved for Sharon to 
make any sense of them. Then the girl knelt down, put a 
hand on Sharon's crotch and the other on Sweetness, and 
gestured with a jerk of her neck that she was inviting the 
two girls to join in the pilgrims' lovemaking.

Sharon had by now lost her fear of the pilgrims. They had 
not even once attempted to persuade or coerce either of the 
girls to join in their perverted rituals, and had made clear 
by their actions that they had no expectation that they 
should do so. It was sex and not physical abuse and 
humiliation that the girl was offering them; but however 
relatively benign such lovemaking was in comparison, it 
was still not something that Sharon could entertain. "I'm no 
fucking dyke!" she replied, but relatively good-
humouredly. She was almost flattered by this extension of 
a hand of friendship, but her days of abuse in the soldier's 
camp still left her scarred and the thought of sex, even with 
a man, was not something that attracted her. "But 
Sweetness here?"

Sharon put a hand on her blind companion's shoulder. "Our 
Sodomite friend wants to know if you want to ? well, not 
fuck exactly ? but, you know, have sex?" She glanced 
up at the Sodomite's smiling, kindly face. "It's not going to 
involve arse-fucking or fucking whipping or all that shit, is 
it? I don't want Sweetness, you know, hurt or any kind of 
fucking shit you lot sort of do ? It's normal sex, isn't it?"

The Sodomite girl smiled broadly, and shook her head to 
assure Sharon.

"What do you think, Sweetness?" asked Sharon, aware of 
the girls' own sexual needs and hoping that if it was spent 
on the Sodomites it would no longer be focused on her.

Sweetness smiled at Sharon. "You don't mind?"

"No, of course I fucking don't!"

Sweetness stood up, and allowed herself to be led away by 
the Sodomite. She turned back her head and smiled in a 
direction somewhat to the left and ahead of where Sharon 
actually sat. "Don't forget. It's you that I love!"

Sharon settled back, feeling happier if Sweetness were 
happy, and felt good in herself as she watched Sweetness 
enter the mass of pale shaven flesh of orgying Sodomites. 
She smiled with pleasure as Sweetness gasped with 
pleasure. She wrapped her arms around her chain-ridden 
breast and observed with satisfaction as Sweetness was 
satisfied. She was so obviously enjoying the lips and 
fingers exploring her vagina, the kisses on her face and 
breasts, the feel of three or more bodies surrounding her. 
She yelped and gasped and grunted, her body shining with 
a glint of perspiration in the moonlight, as she was 
engulfed in the mass of flesh, lip and chains, both her 
nipples chewed on, her clitoris afire with the attention of 
two pairs of lips and discreetly applied fingers. Her cries of 
joy and ecstasy at first echoing across the fields from the 
copse where the pilgrims were resting, and then gradually 
subsided as her energy and those of her lovers diminished 
and the caresses became less passionate and more languid. 

But even after all that, it was to Sharon's arms that 
Sweetness eventually returned, her flesh sweaty and 
smelly, her vagina sore and plastered with her vaginal 
fluids, and in whose same arms that she stayed all night. "I 
love you, Sharon," she whispered, her shaven head against 
her ward's bechained bosom. "You are my perfect lover."



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