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Subject: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Eighteen (18/20) {Bradley Stoke} (FF)
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Title: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Eighteen (18/20) {Bradley Stoke} (FF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 18 of 20
Keywords: (FF)
Short Summary: Sharon and Sweetness settle in with Faith in Sodom.

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



Chapter Eighteen
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The despair that clouded Sharon's perceptions gradually 
lifted, and she even came to view her shaven-headed 
companions as her friends, although she was frustrated by 
not being able to communicate with them: her sexual tastes 
precluding her even from doing so in the sexual way that 
Sweetness did with them every night. The countryside they 
wandered through changed from barren fields, to forestry, 
and then to some high hills covered with grass and the odd 
wood. And then they were at the border of Buggery.

Sharon hadn't thought ahead at all. What thoughts she'd 
had were focused either on the here and now, or on her 
past. Her original anxieties about Sodomite pilgrims 
resurfaced for the first time in many days. Would she and 
Sweetness have their tongues removed? What barbarous 
customs did the Sodomites practice in their own land? She 
wasn't at all comforted by the sight of the Sodomite border 
guards with their automatic firearms, their dress of chains 
pierced to their genitals and nipples, and of course the total 
lack of hair.

However, she was comforted when one of the guards, a tall 
thin man with dangling earrings and a large ring through 
his navel, addressed her. "Glad to see a convert to the 
Sodomite cause," he said cheerfully. So, not all Sodomites 
had their tongues removed.

The pilgrims were clearly excited to be home, and signed 
enthusiastically to each other, while they led Sharon and 
Sweetness to a small railway station and onto an electric 
train that was waiting there. They sat in a carriage together, 
Sharon by the window, holding Sweetness by the shoulder 
and clasped their hands together. No railway tickets were 
purchased, and no one else got on the train while they were 
at the border. And finally, the train departed and glid 
through the Sodom countryside. Sharon was perhaps 
expecting to see a countryside as impoverished and barren 
as Buggery, and was pleasantly surprised as they passed 
fields in which there were tractors and farms much like 
those at home. The stations they stopped at were serving 
small towns also much like those at home, and the people 
who embarked at the stops were no more dumb than 
herself. They may have been shaved and the only items of 
dress they wore might have been chains and rings, but they 
were otherwise like ordinary people, talking to each other, 
looking out of the window or reading newspapers and 
magazines. Perhaps it was only the pilgrims who'd had 
their tongues cut out.

Soon enough, the Sodomite pilgrims stopped at a larger 
station than any other they'd passed, in the centre of a small 
city, full of the tall buildings, apartment blocks and busy 
highways that Sharon associated with cities at home. In a 
sense, all this was very surreal. It almost didn't feel like a 
foreign country at all. She took pleasure in describing all 
the familiar things she saw to Sweetness. "Ooh! There's a 
lamp-post. And a funny church-like building. And there's a 
double-decker bus. And over there, I can just about see an 
advertising board for toothpaste. It's fucking magic!"

It took some while for Sharon to realise that to Sweetness 
these things were totally unknown and unsuspected. She 
nodded as Sharon spoke, her mind perhaps on other things, 
and then she asked, "What is a 'car'? And what are 'office 
blocks'? And what do you do in 'shops'?" Sharon blushed a 
little, and looked up at her pilgrim companions who were 
smiling kindly and sadly at Sweetness. The girl who'd first 
met them, signed some comments to Sharon, but of course 
she had no idea what was being said, although she nodded 
her head as if she did.

Then the pilgrims parted at the railway station concourse, 
kissing and hugging each other as they signed goodbye, 
and Sharon and Sweetness were left with just the girl 
they'd first met, in a vast concourse, surrounded by shaven 
heads and the occasional station announcement to places 
Sharon had never heard of before. She was just about able 
to ascertain that the city's name was Holiness, but beyond 
that she was totally lost. The girl smiled and gestured to the 
two girls to follow her, which they did by a taxi where 
again no money parted hands. Despite being an old man 
and quite fat, the taxi-driver was still shaven and wearing 
only chains and rings like everyone else. He signed to the 
girl who had befriended Sharon, and chatted idly to his 
passengers.

"Your first time in Sodom?" he asked cheerfully. "We don't 
get many foreigners here. Any idea why that is?"

"I've just never seen a holiday advertised for Sodom," 
admitted Sharon. "Anyway, what's there here to see here?"

"It's a beautiful country," he smiled. "As it has to be to be 
the home of the Sodomite faith." He raised his left hand in 
a gesture whose meaning was totally lost on Sharon, but 
she noticed that he too had most of his third finger 
removed.

Finally, the taxi stopped outside a tall apartment block, and 
the three girls entered the building and ascended by lift to 
one of the higher floors. Sharon and Sweetness were 
escorted by the pilgrim to one of many apartments where 
she rang the doorbell. It was answered by a slim girl with 
dark brown eyes, full perky breasts, and the usual shaven 
head and full accoutrement of jewellery. Two large 
earrings dangled from her ears and she had a broad grin on 
her face as she saw the three girls.

"Oh, Grace!" she cried with enthusiasm. "I've not seen you 
for so long! How was the pilgrimage? And who are your 
friends?"

Grace hugged her friend, kissing her full on the face, and 
then signed furiously to her friend, mouthing as she did so 
and occasionally pointing at either Sharon or Sweetness. 
The girl whose apartment it was smiled at the two girls as 
they stood shyly in the corridor.

"Well, come in both of you! My name's Faith, although 
that name's a bit inappropriate unlike my darling Grace's. 
And Sweetness! What a lovely name! It's a Buggery name 
but it could almost pass in Sodom. But what's your name? 
Grace wasn't able to sign it very well."

"Sharon."

"'Sharon'? What a weird name! But then you come from a 
very distant country. Does it mean anything?"

"No! Names don't mean fuckall. They're just names."

"Really?" commented Faith amusedly, as if this were a 
notion that had never occurred to her. "Well, come in. 
Come in. Sit down."

Faith's flat was relatively simple, but to Sharon's eyes was 
more luxury than she'd seen since Throb. In the living 
room, there were a set of chairs and a table, but no 
television and no pictures on the wall. Faith sat arm-in-arm 
with Grace and the two exchanged signs and kisses for a 
few minutes. Then Grace stood up and got up to leave. She 
kissed Sharon on both cheeks, and then knelt down 
between Sweetness' legs to kiss her on her crotch. And 
then she was gone.

Faith smiled at Sharon and Sweetness when they were 
alone. "Grace has told me about how little you know of 
Sodomite ways and customs. You're both foreigners, and 
apparently very ignorant of even the Sodomite religion. 
She's a lovely girl and we've been very close friends since 
we were at school together. But she's passionately 
religious. Always has been. And now she's been on a 
pilgrimage, she will always be known as Pilgrim Grace."

"Why's she had her tongue cut out?" wondered Sharon. 
"Did she commit some crime or other?"

Faith laughed. And then continued laughing. She shook her 
head as she tried to straighten her face. "The idea of it! No, 
never! It's a privilege to go on a pilgrimage. A pilgrim has 
to be very committed to the Sodomite faith, and the cost of 
leaving the country is, of course, to leave your tongue 
behind."

Sharon winced. "That's fucking horrible! You mean you 
have to have your tongue cut out if you want to go abroad."

"Well, of course! It's traditional. It was a religious thing 
originally, but as there's so little distinction between 
Sodomy the country and Sodomy the religion, it's required 
of everyone, religious or not."

"But you're religious, aren't you?" Sharon wondered.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I'm not. I'm an agnostic, which 
means I can't get any of the top jobs in this country, but I 
probably wouldn't have been able to anyway. Why, what 
makes you think I'm religious?"

"Being friends with Grace?"

"That's no big deal. I'm sure Grace would want me to go to 
the temples and pray. Or follow the five daily observances. 
Or fast on religious holidays. But I'm not. And Grace 
respects me too much to expect me to follow the state 
religion. After all this is a free country. And I take it you're 
not religious, either. So why do you think I should be?"

"Well, you dress the same. All the chains. And the shaven 
head. And not wearing clothes."

"'Clothes'? What are they? Well, I don't know how people 
look where you come from. Grace has told me about some 
strange outfits in Buggery, but then it is an ignorant 
country of savages. They have a 'king' and a 'royalty'. And 
all sorts of funny shit. Here, it's a proper democracy where 
we can vote for our spiritual and political leaders. And of 
course in a country as religious as this, they're essentially 
the same people. No, if you want to know if anyone's been 
baptised into the Sodomite faith, and that's not done till 
they're old enough to know for sure, you look at the third 
finger on the left hand." Faith held her hand up for Sharon 
to see. "Mine's intact. That means I've chosen not to be 
baptised. Most people choose baptism and of course the 
ceremonious finger-removal, but it's their choice. I'd rather 
keep my finger, unless I was convinced it was worth it. I'm 
not unsympathetic to the Sodomite religion. I sort of half-
believe. But I'm not really religious."

"It's different back home," commented Sharon.

"Really? What's it like?"

"Well, different. There are churches and vicars and crosses 
and things. I don't know much about it all, but it's not like 
the weird shit you've got here."

"I suppose so. It all seems normal to me, but then you're a 
foreigner. I've heard bits about your country. It sounds 
quite horrible. And very cold and wet. I don't know much 
about foreign religions much. I listened to the radio once 
about your religions. They all have strange takes on it. 
Many of them don't even recognise the sanctity of anal 
intercourse. Or even understand the virtue of total bodily 
and sexual submission. Or even recognise the value of 
sacrifice of parts of the body to the greater good. And 
many of them do not even practice beatings or understand 
the meaning of humiliation. What religion do you have in 
your country?"

"It's Christian where I come from?"

"Crustyism? I heard about that. That's a bit like the 
Sodomite faith. I hear you nail yourself to crosses and have 
some weird cannibal rite where you drink blood and eat 
human flesh in a temple. Sounds pretty perverted to me. 
And I heard about Muscle-men. That's a religion where 
women and men aren't allowed to see each other or have 
sex with each other unless they're 'married', whatever that 
is, and have to get in different buses. And I hear they have 
four women to each man. And they beat each other with 
old ropes. And the men don't even shave their faces. And 
Bodyism. That's another weird one. You just sit and 
meditate under trees. And if your life has been truly boring 
and uneventful you're allowed another go at it. I heard 
about all your weird religions on the radio. Some involve 
worshipping elephants and big black penises. Others 
involve banging your head against walls and wailing a lot. 
At least the Sodomite religion's relatively sane and 
sensible."

Sharon didn't know enough about religion to argue with 
Faith, and she was pleased when Faith got up and asked 
them what they might want to drink. She didn't have any 
beer and, in fact, had no idea what it might be. When 
Sharon explained what it was and what it did, she frowned. 
"I heard about that. It's a Crusty thing, isn't it? Drinking 
alcohol and getting drugged out. We don't allow 
intoxicants in Sodom. But I do have some tea. Is that 
alright?"

Sharon nodded. She could see that she had a lot more to 
learn about Sodom and Sodomite ways. As Faith walked 
off to her small kitchenette, Sharon reflected on how much 
was strange and how much was familiar her in Sodom. It 
was certainly strange to be with a woman like Faith who 
was naked except for the chains and rings attached to her 
flesh. From behind, there was no evidence of anything on 
her body: a long sinuous line of bare flesh from her ankle 
to the shaven crown of her head. From the front, there 
dangled the collection of rings and chains which all 
Sodomites sported; although Faith's were more decorative 
than Grace's, including a dangling gold chain from her 
clitoris at the end of which was a dark inlaid pearl. Her 
nipples, like Sharon's own, had to take the weight of a 
whole mass of chains and rings. Sharon still found the 
appearance quite alien, and it was difficult to believe that 
she looked much the same herself, as did little Sweetness 
who sat quietly on an armchair and was seemingly gaining 
considerable pleasure just from feeling its fabric.

"I never knew chairs could be so comfortable," Sweetness 
commented.

Sharon sighed. Poor Sweetness had led such a deprived 
life. And indeed what was familiar to Sharon about Faith's 
flat were such things as tables, chairs and the normal 
comforts of home that Sweetness had never known. Even 
so it was relatively austere. No stereo, no computer, no 
posters. Only a few books and a battered looking radio.

Faith returned with a tray on which was a pot and three 
empty cups. She lay the tray down on a small table in front 
of Sharon, and smiled at her broadly.

"Your Sweetness is a beautiful slave," she commented.

"Yes, she is," Sharon replied, not convinced she'd heard 
Faith right.

"I don't have a slave at the moment," sighed Faith, sitting 
on the sofa next to Sharon. "My last slave ran off with my 
best friend. We still don't talk about it. He was such a 
lovely slave. A good and willing fuck. A good thick prick. 
He used to sleep at the end of my bed. I loved showing him 
off to my friends. And then he took a fancy to my friend, 
Sanctity, and just left me. And now he's with her and I 
don't have anyone. You're lucky. Your slave is so very 
pretty. Aren't you, Sweetness dearest?"

Sharon's ward had no objection to being spoken about in 
such an objective manner, and nodded her head eagerly in 
agreement. Sharon herself wasn't too sure what she should 
say. Perhaps the word 'slave' had a different meaning here, 
she mused na<vely. 

"Have you known Sharon a long time, Sweetness?" asked 
Faith kindly.

"Not very long. Only since Joy was killed by the 
Gomorrans. Sharon saved my life. I love her. I love her 
more than anything. If it wasn't for her I'd be dead."

Sharon blushed, while Faith stood up and stroked 
Sweetness tenderly on her shaven head. "You're such a 
beautiful girl. And blind, too. Did you blind yourself 
because of your own Buggery religion?"

"No, I've always been like this."

"Oh! So blessed! So naturally gifted!" swooned Faith. She 
took Sweetness' bare face and pressed it against her side. 
"Such a beautiful slave. Have you thought of giving her a 
nose-ring, Sharon?"

"No. Why? Should I?"

"I don't know how things are done in your country, but here 
we like slaves to look like slaves. A nose-ring is the 
traditional way. And it's so practical. You can lead your 
slave along on all fours and it's so much easier to secure 
her when you want to. My slave had a lovely nose-ring. It 
had a carved snake on it. And it was so big that he could 
bite on it while it was still in his nose. It sometimes bled 
everywhere. Oh! he was so sweet and loving!"

Sharon was still very confused, but she didn't want to 
confess how little she understood what Faith was talking 
about. Clearly they did things differently in Sodom. If she 
wanted herself and her ward to survive she was going to 
have to learn quickly. And if it meant that Sweetness was 
going to be her 'slave', then maybe that's what she'd have to 
accept.

The three girls drank the tea which was weak and milkless, 
with not even a single spoonful of sugar, let alone the three 
which Sharon was used to at home. They chatted idly about 
life in Sodom, Faith's job as a computer programmer and 
about Sharon's pilgrimage through Buggery with Grace and 
the other pilgrims. Faith leaned closer and closer towards 
Sharon, placing a hand on her knee and an arm around her 
waist. Sharon quite enjoyed the intimacy. It was 
comforting to her in this alien republic, but she didn't want 
to reciprocate in case Faith interpreted it as anything 
sexual.

However, Faith didn't need too much prompting. She 
placed her empty cup onto the table and leaned over 
Sharon, placing a hand on her crotch, another on a chained 
nipple and her lips on Sharon's mouth. The low moan that 
accompanied this sequence of actions could not be 
misunderstood. 

Sharon rather forcefully pushed her off. "Don't fucking do 
that! I'm not a fucking dyke!"

Faith looked genuinely alarmed, flustered and affronted. 
"I'm sorry," she exclaimed. "I just didn't know? I just 
thought ? I don't know what a 'dyke' is, but does it mean 
you don't want to?"

Sharon tried to spell out her position firmly and 
unambiguously. "I don't go after women. It's cock I like. 
I'm not someone who?"

Faith looked puzzled and uneasy. "I don't know what you 
want. They have different customs in your country. And 
anyway, I suppose you just don't like me in that way. It's 
been so long. I just hoped."

Sharon felt sorry for Faith. She looked at Sweetness who 
was staring sightlessly in front of her, and also frowning. 
Perhaps it was better that Sweetness had some comfort in 
this way. "I'm sure Sweetness wouldn't mind if you made 
love to her," Sharon remarked conciliatorily. "She likes 
women. Don't you, Sweetness?"

"Can I?" grinned Faith broadly, regarding Sweetness who 
was nodding enthusiastically in agreement. She kissed 
Sharon eagerly on the lips. "You're so wonderful and 
generous, Sharon. Your own slave! For me! The ways in 
your country can't be so bad after all if you can be so 
generous."

Faith left Sharon and descended on Sweetness who 
accepted Faith's caresses with passion and delight. For 
Sharon, this wasn't the first time she'd watched Sweetness 
making love with other people: it had become quite a daily 
occurrence for her while travelling with the pilgrims 
through Buggery. And, anyway, why should she mind. She 
was no fucking dyke. What Sweetness got up to with 
women was nothing for her to get worried about. And at 
least Faith had a tongue which she could use unlike the 
Sodomite pilgrims who'd even had their vaginas sewn 
together. Faith's vagina was as open as her legs, her tongue 
was as probing as her fingers, and her passion was at least 
as great as Sweetness'.

Sharon sat in the sofa as the two girls writhed and hugged 
and cuddled and grappled on Faith's thin carpet. Sweetness' 
tongue nibbling at Faith's clitoris and the jewellery 
dangling from it. Faith's teeth, lips and tongue biting and 
squeezing the fleshy folds of Sweetness' vulva, her two 
middle fingers thrusting backwards and forwards in the 
recesses of the girl's anus. The girls' flesh glinted from the 
sweat on their chests and arms, the chains jangling and 
clashing against each other and against bare flesh. Sharon 
eased a finger onto her clitoris while the lovemaking 
continued, taking advantage of the girls' preoccupation 
with each other to stimulate her own sex, which had only 
now recovered from the battering it had taken in the 
Buggery soldiers' camp. She was surprised to feel how 
moist she was. Was she turning into a dyke? she wondered. 
Or perhaps she was just happy that Sweetness was happy?

She watched her ward as she grappled with Faith, the two 
girls punctuating their passion with grunts and moans, and 
then she heard her own name repeated low and over and 
over again. It was Sweetness. She was actually calling out 
Sharon's name in her passion. This instantly confused 
Sharon. She wasn't Sweetness' lover. But part of her was 
pleased to be the object of such passion. Her fingers dug 
deeper into her cunt, she bent her head back and 
masturbated herself to an orgasm of the sort she'd never 
given herself since she was young and very much more 
innocent.




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