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Subject: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Twenty (20/20) {Bradley Stoke} (MF FF)
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Title: {ASSM} Escape From Buggery Ch. Twenty (20/20) {Bradley Stoke} (MF FF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 20 of 20
Keywords: (MF FF)
Short Summary: Sharon and Sweetness work in an office 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.


For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www

Previously
==========

Sharon and Sweetness settle in Sodom, after escaping from the neighbouring 
republic of Buggery. 



Chapter Twenty
==============


Although Sharon had no sexual desires for Sweetness, she felt 
great responsibility for the girl. After all, she was blind and even 
more helpless in this strange country than she was. What would 
happen to Sweetness if she abandoned her? How could the girl 
feed or fend for herself? So, she decided that for the purposes of 
convenience alone, and because it was what was expected of 
them, she should present their friendship as being a 
mistress/slave one of the type that appeared to be the norm in 
Sodom. It provided an excuse for her to continue to take care of 
the girl, and might even protect the two of them from any worse 
advances from other people. She explained this to Sweetness, 
and tried to stress that there was no real meaning to the 
relationship.

"I'm not a fucking dyke, you know," she stressed to Sweetness as 
they lay together on the mattress in Faith's spare bedroom.

"But I still love you," sniffed Sweetness. "Can't you love me in 
return?"

Sharon could say no, but she was aware that their relationship 
was not totally innocent. Sweetness wrapped her naked body 
around her, and stroked and cuddled her, which Sharon 
reciprocated as long as their fingers never probed their crotches 
and there were no tongues involved. "We can cuddle, but that's 
fucking all!" she insisted.

However, she quite enjoyed helping Sweetness. Somehow, this 
role as Sweetness' carer had awakened in her feelings of 
responsibility she didn't know she had. Every morning, she 
would carefully shave Sweetness' head, just as she did herself 
and tenderly thread the chains and rings into her pierced nipple 
and clitoris: tasks which blindness made nearly impossible for 
the girl. Her heart would sometimes melt as she regarded 
Sweetness' vacant gaze in her direction as she washed the last 
signs of stubble off the girl's pate. On such occasions, she would 
tenderly kiss Sweetness on the lips and then curse herself for 
giving the girl cause to expect more of her than she was willing 
to give. Sharon had started to get quite used to this look of 
baldness and the array of chains. In fact, as she regarded her own 
face in the mirror as she carefully shaved the back of her head, 
she wondered what it might be to have hair again. What did it 
feel like to have all that stuff sprouting out of the top of the head, 
over the ears and onto the shoulder? And what was it like to wear 
clothes, rather than have chains pulling down relentlessly on the 
nipples and cunt, so often giving her inappropriate feelings 
whenever one was accidentally tugged or brushed?

Faith was happy for Sharon and Sweetness to stay in her spare 
bedroom, but she wasn't a wealthy woman so she did what she 
could to persuade Sharon to find work. "In this country," she 
reminded Sharon, "a mistress is expected to provide for her 
slave. There are plenty of jobs in the local newspaper, so have a 
look there."

Sharon agreed, taking the copy of the Holiness Evening 
Advertiser that Faith had handed her and browsed through the 
pages. It was remarkably dull. Every page was nothing but 
newsprint, with no photographs or cartoons of any kind. She 
commented on this to Faith.

"Illustrations of any kind are forbidden by the Sodomite 
religion," Faith told them sternly. "I suppose it's different where 
you are, but here it is firmly forbidden to see images, painted, 
drawn, filmed or photographed."

"Is that why you have no telly?"

"I've no idea what you mean," sighed Faith impatiently. 

"No television. Just a radio," continued Sharon, noting Faith's 
blank expression. "Oh never mind." 

Faith sighed again and returned to the book she was reading. 
However, now that it was mentioned to her, Sharon reflected that 
she hadn't seen any images or pictures anywhere. This was one 
distinct difference between Sodom and back home, as well as the 
funny religion and the weird way you were expected to dress. 
She was sure she'd find more such differences, but it seemed 
weird to her that people exposed themselves in a way that would 
get you arrested back home, but were prudish about something as 
harmless as pictures. What were these people on?

There were many jobs advertised, and many of them were just 
like jobs she'd had back home. It was reassuring to see that there 
were jobs like factory workers, toilet attendants, security guards 
and computer programmers, just like she would see in jobs 
advertisements back home. She had no real idea where to begin 
looking, but she ringed a few who paid more Sodomite dollars 
than the others. It was those boring jobs in offices like sorting 
out files and answering the phone where there was most demand, 
and she'd soon had a few advertisements ringed in biro, and a 
few interviews arranged using Faith's telephone. 

Seeing Sharon busy at work, Faith abandoned her book and made 
some tea and biscuits. Sharon could see that Faith's grumpiness 
was probably still to do with the fact that Sharon didn't want to 
have sex with her, but, fuck it! Faith could have sex with 
Sweetness any time. All she had to do was ask. 

Finally, Sharon arranged an interview which was for a clerical 
job with a shipping company, and set off across the city for the 
interview which was to be that very afternoon. She asked Faith 
how she should dress for the interview, which caused her a little 
amusement. "Just as you are," she said with a laugh, but 
nonetheless loaned Sharon a dangling pearl cunt ring to make her 
look slightly smarter. She also recommended that Sharon take 
Sweetness with her, as interviewers tended to look more 
favourably on applicants with steady relationships. She lent 
Sharon a chain with which to lead Sweetness: the same one, she 
remarked ruefully, that she'd used on her own slave.

Sharon was still finding life in Sodom curiously like normal life 
after her ordeal in Buggery. Here were city streets, shops, buses 
and all the accompaniments of civilised life. But the differences 
were becoming clearer to her. And not just the bizarre way that 
everyone dressed, and the disproportionately large number of 
people with missing fingers, tongues or other parts of their body. 
Now that it had been drawn to her attention, she was aware of the 
total lack of images around her. Advertisements were in text 
only, and there were no signs of illustration even in shop 
windows. She found her way to the block of offices where she 
was to be interviewed by bus, which was full of people of all 
ages, children and old people, dressed only in chains and rings 
threaded through their body. Not many had their tongues 
removed or their vaginas sewn up or their testicles removed, as 
with the Sodomite pilgrims, but several were, and she noticed 
that they were generally treated with quite exaggerated respect.

Sharon was at first rather unhappy with having pull Sweetness 
along by a chain, worried that her ward could so easily get hurt 
finding her way through all the people, but she was a girl who 
was more than accustomed to her disability, and held onto 
Sharon's arm for support. There were many other couples like 
her: sometimes a man leading another man on all fours, or a 
woman pulling a man along by a chain through his nose, or a 
woman slapping a man as he cowered under her open palm, or 
other women like her dragging another woman about. It was 
fairly obvious who was the mistress and who was the slave. 
Clearly, Sodom wasn't a country that practised equal 
relationships.

Sharon waited with Sweetness in the reception area of the office 
for a short while, leaving Sweetness behind when she was called 
for her interview which was with a rather stout short man who 
might have been balding if it were possible to say in a country 
where everyone appeared to be bald. The interview was cordial 
and brief as the man asked her about her office skills and what 
jobs she'd had in the past. He was particularly impressed by the 
fact that Sharon had come from another country.

"We get very few foreigners in Sodom, and fewer still who 
choose to settle here," he mused. "There are the pilgrims from 
other countries who come here to see the Holy relics and the 
Holy shrines. Otherwise, there are hardly any at all. But I hear 
that you foreigners have some fairly outlandish customs. Is it true 
for instance that you don't shave yourselves back where you 
come from?"

"The men do. But mostly just the face. And the women do, but 
mostly the legs and under the arms."

"You mean the men don't even shave their legs and armpits!" 
exclaimed the interviewer, whose skin, like everyone else, was 
smooth and hairless. "Truly, it sounds like you come from a very 
strange place. Hairy people everywhere. And you even have 
films and something called the 'cinema'. Don't your religions 
proscribe anything?"

"Religion isn't that important back home. And most religious 
people do things very differently to how religious people do 
things here."

"I imagine they would. I wouldn't call myself a religious man, 
although I've been baptised," he displayed his truncated third 
finger, "but I'm glad that Sodom is a religious country, where our 
morals are protected by our religious leaders." He sniffed, and 
glanced at a plaque on the wall which held ornate text which 
Sharon could see read 'To be humble is good. To suffer 
divine'. "However, you seem like a good girl to me. And you're 
not flaunting any strange foreign customs that might upset my 
staff. I see you even have a slave. Is she from Sodom or did you 
bring her from where you come from?"

"Neither. She comes from Buggery."

"Buggery. We've fought so many wars with them over the years. 
So much of their kingdom is land which once belonged to the 
Sodomite people. They have taken advantage of our people's 
aversion to war and unnecessary suffering. A Sodomite principle 
is never to cause pain to anyone who doesn't expressly ask for it. 
These Buggerians don't seem to have any scruples at all on that 
front." He frowned severely, and then smiled. "Well, your slave 
seems a pleasant enough girl. Blind as well. Is that for religious 
reasons?"

Sharon shook her head. "She's always been like that."

The interviewer sighed. "Disability without choice is such a sad 
thing. Anyway, when can you start? We have excellent facilities 
for slaves while their mistresses, or masters for that matter, are at 
work. We'd really like someone to start as soon as possible."

Sharon eagerly accepted the offer, and for the first time since 
she'd left home she felt there was some structure returning to her 
life. She was earning money and was able to pay Faith for her 
keep in the flat, and was able to settle down to a new routine. 
Not that there was much else to spend her money on. Holiness 
had no pubs, night clubs or cinemas. All there was were coffee 
and tea shops, and the restaurants were fairly few and not 
particularly good. So, after a day at work there was nothing much 
else to do, but to return to Faith's flat. In this way, life in Sodom 
was significantly less exciting than back home. But otherwise, 
Sharon was feeling happier than she'd done for a long time. Mind 
you, the actual Sodomite dollar was a strange thing. Like 
everything else, there were no images on it, just beautifully 
ornate Sodomite phrases. On the twenty dollar note it read: 
'Deliverance Through Pain'. The fifty dollar note read: 
'Redemption is Achieved Through Blood, Sweat and Piss'. And 
the hundred dollar note, which was barely worth as much as a 
cup of coffee, read: 'Grace, Peace and Humiliation.'

Her job in the office was not especially exciting. The computers 
she had to work on were distinctly more primitive than any she'd 
seen at any office she'd worked in at home, and there was 
certainly no Internet access. The work was certainly no more 
interesting, but it kept her occupied. She worked opposite a thin 
girl, Humility, with a pointed chin and wide, child-like eyes. 
Next to her was a rather fat man, Surrender, whose chains were 
partly held in place by a thick ring in his navel. On the other side 
was a middle-aged woman, Sacrifice, whose sagging pointed 
breasts and nipples were dragged down quite sharply by the 
weights which dangled from them, and had her tongue removed 
and so could therefore only communicate by sign-language 
which Sharon had absolutely no facility in.

She brought Sweetness into the office every day, like everyone 
else who had a slave, and sat her on a cushion chained to her 
desk just between Sacrifice and herself. Sacrifice had her own 
slave, a thin young man with persistent blue stubble on his 
cheeks and chin, and whose tongue was also removed. Not much 
chance of conversation there. It had to be said that Sweetness 
seemed to have a natural ability in her new role, even though 
Sharon was initially rather uneasy about it. Perhaps because of 
her sightlessness she didn't really see it as the humiliation that 
Sharon recognised it as. In any case, her life up till then had 
scarcely been especially empowering. Slaves had a strange role 
to play it seemed. They had to ask permission for anything they 
wanted to do, however trivial, and to accept without question 
petty humiliations and refusals. They also were expected to give 
sexual favours whenever requested and accept beatings for the 
most arbitrary reasons. Sharon had no intention on visiting any 
harm on her ward, which in itself raised comment from the other 
staff.

"You're very lenient on your slave," remarked Humility. "Don't 
you ever slap her? I've not seen you piss on her or spank her or 
discipline her in any way. Don't people do things like that back 
where you come from?"

"Not often," admitted Sharon.

"Despite my name I've never been very keen on being a slave," 
Humility confided. "I tried it for a while. But I didn't really enjoy 
it. And I've tried being a mistress and I was crap at that as well. 
Just not stern enough. Do you think there's something wrong 
with me?"

"Not at all," said Sharon. Humility placed a hand on Sharon's 
crotch and squeezed it. Sharon pushed it off abruptly. "Don't 
fucking do that! I'm not a dyke, you know!"

"'Dyke'?"

"Lesbian. You know. A woman who has sex with another 
woman."

"That's weird. I don't understand why not. Is it some religious 
reason or something?"

Sharon sighed. Everything was weird here. Wasn't there anyone 
who understood normal sex? Mind you, she enjoyed cock for the 
first time properly since Throb (dismissing her stay at the army 
camp as being something wholly unsavoury and best forgotten). 
The men in Sodom were so much easier to pick up, and so much 
more ready to pick you up than back home. All it did was for a 
man to like the look of you, and there you were, in the back 
room, in the corridor, anywhere, with people walking by, with 
this cock fucking you, sometimes with the extra embellishments 
of massive studs through the glans. And the men weren't too bad 
at it, either. But they were always a bit eager to use the back 
entrance. It was as if the front entrance just wasn't good enough. 
Thankfully for Sharon she didn't really mind which entrance was 
used, though after a few fucks up the arse she was beginning to 
feel her cunt was relatively neglected.

She also found that this weird Sodomite religion was present 
throughout the working day. On about three occasions a day, for 
about fifteen minutes or so, a high percentage of the office staff 
disappeared together for their religious observations. Sacrifice 
and her slave, and also Suffering, left Sharon and Sweetness 
together with Humility in their corner of the office. Like Faith, 
Humility had not chosen to be baptised in the faith although she 
was not unsympathetic.

"I just don't enjoy all that whipping, beating and buggery," she 
admitted to Sharon. "If only there were other ways of 
demonstrating your faith which didn't hurt quite so much. And I 
just don't want to lose my finger. It's not done me any harm. In 
fact, I'm quite fond of it." She held up her hand and flexed her 
third finger with a sigh.

When the others returned, they seemed flushed with exertion and 
sweat, often with traces of blood rising from welts on their back 
and buttocks, and sometimes with a small trickle of blood down 
their thighs. Sacrifice's slave seemed to be especially badly 
treated, sometimes smelling of piss, and frequently with cuts on 
his face and with a bright red shine to his buttocks. He never 
seemed at all upset by it though. His grin was often in direct 
proportion to the amount of pain he must have sustained: the 
more he was punished, the more he appeared to enjoy it. In fact, 
no humiliation seemed too much for him, often licking the soles 
of Sacrifice's feet and on at least one occasion, licking out dried 
shit from between her saggy bony arse cheeks.

Still, whatever! thought Sharon. She was happy with the odd 
corridor fuck, and sometimes she persuaded men to come back 
with her to Faith's flat where she would allow herself to be 
fucked back and front for as long as it took, buying off Faith's 
acquiescence with the gift of Sweetness' always eager body. The 
cries of passion and ecstasy that erupted from Faith's bed were 
joined by Sharon's own guttural irruptions as chains clashed with 
chains, rings clanked against rings, bare hairless flesh slid over 
flesh. And that all important cock thrusting in and out of her 
cunt. And sometimes in her arse. And sometimes, although 
Sharon was less keen herself, she'd be persuaded to strap on a 
dildo and push that in and out of the man's arse as he gasped and 
grunted from the pleasure he seemed to get as it rubbed against 
his prostrate gland.

Sharon was never sure how happy Sweetness was. It was clear 
that she was quite happy. At least, happier than she'd ever been 
before in their acquaintance. Life in Sodom seemed to agree with 
her, and she lent herself quite readily to her role as a slave, even 
though Sharon never allowed her to enjoy with her the sexual 
pleasures she allowed her to have with anyone else. Sharon had 
no objection to other people making love to Sweetness: favours 
the gratitude for which were strangely enough expressed to her 
rather than to Sweetness who was rarely thanked. It made life 
with Faith much easier than it might be. She often commented on 
Sharon's generosity. She even surmised that Sharon's reluctance 
to have sex with her slave was a subtle kind of humiliation she 
was meting on her, which Sharon chose not to deny, although it 
was a rather novel notion to her.

It also made her popular with her work colleagues, even though 
it was obvious that they had no idea why it was that someone 
who had so quickly gained a reputation for her easy promiscuity, 
which was seen as a great virtue, should be so fastidious as to the 
gender of who she had sex with when she was otherwise so 
indiscriminate. Humility was particularly uncomfortable with 
Sharon's rejections of her advances, but accepted sex with 
Sweetness as some kind of compensation. Sometimes, Sharon 
wondered how it was that any work was ever done in a day with 
so much sex in the office. But then she reflected that it was 
probably all this fucking which lowered productivity and in turn 
ensured that there was plenty of work to go round, and this was 
why Sodom managed to achieve full employment. 

However, philosophical thoughts like this rarely crossed her 
mind as she lay in bed with whatever man she'd picked up and 
took his prick in her mouth and sucked it clean of come. And 
such pricks! Almost all of them had at least one stud in it, to hold 
the chains in place, and sometimes they were a festering mass of 
metal. She soon came to associate the sharp tinny taste of steel 
with the pleasures of sex, to be taken as an aperitif before being 
fucked by metal and cock, or to be taken as dessert when her 
cunt was sore and her arse was bleeding. Whatever else could be 
said about Sodom, the Sodomites certainly knew how to fuck!



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