Description: Set in the near future after society has undergone the turmoil of various upheavals due to a combination of strife, division, engineered viral plagues and subsequent advances in medical technology, this submission tells the story of one corner of a strangely familiar yet twisted future America.

Turning off the paved road onto a rutted trail, Lilly Tanaka checked her GPS map one more time to make sure she was headed in the right direction. Satellite coverage was hit or miss these days, but the display assured her she still had a good lock. Her truck’s four wheel drive came in handy on the steep slopes as she hit the back country. It was dry as hell out here, though, she thought to herself as dust rose behind her. The shrub and grass were piss dry yellow and sunburned. She’d have to be careful not to get caught in one of the fast moving brush fires that were common in this territory.

Her international passport was in the glove box, but Lilly couldn’t take it on faith that it would be honored in these uncertain times. A woman traveling alone in the American West these days was taking some chances as the old rule of law had fractured during the second Civil War. Still, this territory was still technically under the aegis of the Federated States, such as it was. She’d escaped from much more dangerous regimes in the past, especially when she had narrowly avoided becoming indentured by one of the extremist religious cults in the Reformed South. That was one time she had seriously reconsidered her latest project and personal hobby.

“Well, it’s better than being bored, anyways,” she sighed as she pulled up to what seemed like a suitable spot. She could see a bit of the ocean from here. On the next rise, she could see the remnants of some old, now burned out, estate that had probably been the ranch of some old-time celebrity or tycoon. Her GPS told her she was close enough to where she wanted to be for her next blog submission.

After hitting the emergency brake, she jumped out to survey the area that was covered low scrub and knee-high grasses that were dry from a long bout of drought. Closer to the ocean, she could see the greener salt-licked slopes, but couldn’t quite make out the town the map told her was there. It was formerly a fishing town that turned into a tourist trap and bedroom community many years ago, but times were pretty hard these days so who knows what condition it was in now. She’d heard stories about the odd ways of the people in this region, so she had been determined to make it a stop on her journey.

Taking a sip of water from her travel bottle, she wiped her lips, chapped from the wind. The AC unit in her truck had died many years before and it was too expensive to repair, even if she could find the right parts for the ancient beater, so she had driven through the desert sweating buckets. She knew how to change a tire and that was about the extent of her mechanical skills. Next time, if any, she’d do the northern route in the summer first. At least, near the coast, the breeze kept things cooler. However, the sun was unrelenting. She put on a wide hat and shades to protect her head. Her long, straight black hair washed over her shoulders and down to the small of her back.

She slipped off her driving shorts and tossed them through the open window of the truck onto the seat. Those were the only other things beside the flip-flops that she’d been wearing. A faux Navajo style throw was draped on the seat to keep her from sticking to the ancient, cracked pleather. She checked herself out to make sure her tan was still even all over. Lilly was a moderately tall woman with an athletic physique that she was proud of maintaining, especially the tight brown curve of her ass. Her breasts were slightly above average in size for an Asian. The pair held a classic teardrop shape topped off with dark areolas and pleasingly stiff nipples; they were heavy enough to begin stretching if she didn’t maintain them with a sports bra though she preferred to let them swing freely whenever possible. She kept herself hairless except for some slight fuzz on her pubic mound.

She exchanged the flip-flops for some comfortable walking shoes. From the back of the covered bed, she retrieved her gear, including one of the bulk bottles of sunscreen that she used to cover herself liberally. Once she felt she had ample protection from the sun’s rays she picked up the tripod and smart-cam to take with her. The sunscreen also gave her a nice oiled sheen.

For a moment, she wavered on taking anything more, including her air gun but Lilly figured she’d only walk a few minutes from the truck. It was too hot for a long photo shoot anyways plus she planned on using the sunset to get some more dramatic lighting later. Lilly was an indie exhibitionist porn blogger with a modest following. She’d launched an old America tour a few months back on a whim where she’d expose herself in different regions of the former United States. Sometimes she’d find some interesting local color to fuck on camera, although usually she just took selfies of herself masturbating in odd places. A couple sponsors had put up some money up-front to fund her little adventure, so she was committed to complete it despite some rough turns along the way. Another item for next time, she thought, was to bring along a companion. Lilly, oddly enough, was rather shy so she had balked at exposing herself to anyone she knew personally. It was a lot easier with strangers for some reason. She was a bit twisted, she thought. It pleased her when she got the right type of attention, like earlier when she had stopped at a mini-mart. The customers had given her friendly leers as she walked around in only the shorts. She’d taken them off briefly to get a candid with the cash register attendant, a Hispanic man in his fifties who grinned widely and cupped her tits while she ground her round ass onto his pant crotch. Everyone in this part of the country seemed relaxed and took things in stride without batting an eye.

“Oh well,” she said to no one in particular. “Let’s do this.” Lilly began heading toward the broken down ranch on the next hill.

It was a tricky walk and she had almost twisted her ankle a couple of times on the rocks, but she made it without dropping her gear. Already a bit thirsty again, she cursed herself for not bringing the water bottle. Lilly would just take a few geo-tagged shots and call it a day. She’d drive around some more for a better spot.

At the edge of the fallen estate, there was a broken wall with the crumbled main building as an interesting backdrop. Lilly set up the camera on the tripod and configured it for vocal input control. Flipping the view screen back so she could see it as it filmed her, she stepped back a few feet and told the camera to adjust its zoom until she was happy with the framing. She set her hat and glasses on the other side of the wall.

Once she took some sexy poses, she set the camera to roll video and gave a brief update about her current location, what she was feeling and general bullshit for the blog submission she’d post later. She made up some story about how wet she had gotten from being seen and groped by the strangers in the convenience store. Maybe during the sunset clit-rub session, she’d narrate a fantasy about sucking the old geezers cock and balls and getting butt-fucked by the grease monkey who oiled up her truck. It had been a week since she’d last done a full posting and the responses had been critical, with some of the more perverse regulars demanding she fulfill some particular fetish or another. She tried to please, but many of the requests put her in a lot of danger especially while she was in the Free State of Arizona where there was a risk of being sent to a re-education camp.

At least out here, Lilly should be able to experiment with some more daring material, especially once she hit San Francisco and could check out some of its notorious dens of depravity.

Somehow, she didn’t notice the crunch of footsteps until the man was almost upon her. She instinctively tried to cover her chest, but almost as immediately played off the motion as she realized that he was just a private security guard.

Dressed in khaki shorts and a sweat stained half-sleeve button down shirt with some random security agency logo patches stitched onto it, the guard clucked his tongue as he crossed his arms a few feet from her. A badge on his chest had his name stenciled on it: Arthur Ramirez. She couldn’t see his eyes behind his cheap mirror shades, but she hoped her ample features were distracting him. Trying to strike an alluring pose, Lilly spoke first, “I’m a tourist so I was just taking some photos of this lovely area…”

The man held up his gloved hand, speaking into his radio with the other, “Ya, I found her. Go ahead and take the truck to impound, I’ll bring her in on my ride.” Lilly turned her head back at the other hill where she saw in horror that a tow truck was already pulling up to her own vehicle.

“Sorry, Ms. Tanaka, I presume, but you’re on private property. I already checked out your truck, so I have your papers. You’ll have to follow me. Grab your stuff unless you want to lose it.” He waved at her gear.

“Private property? But there’s nothing out here for miles!” she protested. “And I am outraged you went into my own private property without permission, isn’t that rather hypocritical! You’re not even the law, are you?”

“Just about everything you see around here is privately owned, miss. Here, I’m pretty much given the same authority as the law. I am going to be taking you to town to be booked on trespass charges, unless you want to do it the hard way and wait for the sheriff. He’s not going to be as nice as I am, though.” He looked her up and down. “Not nice at all, in fact.”

“I could do you a favor if you can write this off as a mistake,” she purred, jutting her chest out more.

“Nah. If I was the sheriff, I’d add on more charges for soliciting. As it is, out here, who’s to say I couldn’t take it all for free, no?” His white teeth were almost blinding.

Lilly shuddered at the threat. Her knees almost buckled as her mind swirled with possibilities and recollection of the time she had to get out of a hicks-ville jail cell by getting tag-teamed by two disgusting deputies. The memory of the stink of their breath still made her gag.

“Lucky for you, Ms. Tanaka, we don’t roll that way out here. We do things in their proper order.” Somehow he didn’t seem very reassuring. Defeated, she gathered her stuff and followed him to where he had parked his own 4-wheel SUV with its light bar, security company badges, and screened off back seat with reinforced windows. He let her sit beside him in the front cab, turning on the AC at full blast.

“My clothes?” Lilly asked in a meek voice. The sudden change in temperature gave her goose bumps despite the pleasing relief of the frigid air.

Ramirez seemed confused for a moment, “What about them?”

“Never mind,” she whispered. Apparently, out here, nudity wasn’t a big deal, unless Ramirez was gay. The photos of his family on the dash seemed to belie that suggestion.

“So what happens now?”

Ramirez seemed much friendlier now, almost cheerful, “Since you’re an outsider, I guess you don’t know the drill in these parts. It’s not a big deal. You pay a fine, maybe serve a few days in the stocks, then you get your stuff back and you can go on your way. Could be worse, the Master could have trespassers shot on sight if he wanted to, you know.”

“The Master?” she gulped. “He’s the one who owns the land around here?”

“Yup. The big boss, Mr. Dale, runs most of this region. We owe him a great debt. When the economy crashed he consolidated much of the holdings around here and kept things running and the people fed. As it is, times are still hard, but there would be nothing left here without Mr. Dale.”

It was only a few minutes until they reached the coastal town nestled in a little cove. He parked near a one-story adobe style building with a gravel parking lot. As she got out, Lilly saw something that shook her with horror. Under the shade of a wide cypress tree in a small lot next to the police station was a cordoned off area where medieval looking wooden stocks had been set up. Two of them were occupied. As she got closer, they looked up at her with blank eyes. They were two women, hands and heads, locked into the stocks while their naked bodies lay stomach down on a wooden board that gave some relief. Their hair was matted with filth and the buttocks had a myriad of red welts. A bucket was placed between their splayed legs for the obvious.

One of them managed to open her semen splattered eyes fully and grin at her. Lilly recoiled but Ramirez grabbed her by the elbow and guided her toward a policeman sitting on a tire swing hung from the tree. He was chewing tobacco and absent-mindedly swinging a wooden switch in one hand. It’s whipping sound made the girls wince each time he did it.

“Hey, Chuck. We got another winner here. Criminal trespass. Is the office open?” Ramirez spoke.

The man casually spit his tobacco and replied, “Sheriff’s out, but Kelley is manning the board. She can get the perp booked in.” He turned his head to the two women in stocks. “Well, girls, looks like you’re going to get a new friend pretty soon. I’m going to have to roust the boys for another round, they’ve been getting bored.”

Lilly whimpered, “Look. Is all this really necessary? I mean, aren’t there UN conventions against this sort of thing?”

Ramirez scoffed, “If you don’t want to do the time, don’t do the crime.”

“Aww, Art, you’re scaring the poor girl. Didn’t you tell her the stocks are voluntary, you dickweed?”

“Voluntary? They chose the stocks? To be treated like that?” Lilly stammered. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true, missy,” one of the women managed to croak. “We chose the stocks. It’s not too bad. We only stay in here part of the day and the rest of time we get to go home. As long as we come back each day until our time is served, it’s all cool. The men have it worse having to work the chain gang out in the fields. We got some shade here.”

“Yes, but, you’re being abused,” Lilly noted.

“Shit, we screw around on our free time anyway. Not much to do around here except get into trouble. Thank the lord for Mr. Dale or we’d be whoring down south and probably dead.”

“Enough talk, let’s get you inside,” Ramirez pulled her to the entrance.

It was dim and cool inside. Once her eyes adjusted, Lilly saw the woman sitting behind a bullet-proof glass partition who buzzed them into the station after seeing Ramirez.

“A nice catch, Ramirez, but you know the sheriff won’t take it well if he found out you sampled the goods before he did,” the chubby cop whistled. Ramirez was offended, “Hey, she was like this when I caught her, all oiled up and everything. I didn’t touch her, not that I wouldn’t want to.”

The deputy didn’t look convinced. Her straw hair was tied back in a sloppy bun and her uniform shirt was stained with sweat and grease. The whole place was rather shabby, though not as run down as other places Lilly had seen. It was relatively clean and orderly, if primitive. The radio and monitoring board the woman was sitting in front of was old but in decent shape. A computer screen showed split views of various security cameras including a view of the lot outside. It even had audio. She’d seen and heard everything spoken outside. Ramirez was nice enough to pull up an old plastic chair for Lilly to sit on in front of Kelley’s work desk. He tossed the papers he had found in Lilly’s truck onto the cluttered surface.

“Those sluts out there always get themselves caught,” Kelley smirked. “Petty theft and freelance prostitution. You need a license to sell your cooter around here, miss. Though you can give it away for free all you want, no one minds.” She looked her up and down almost as greedily as a horny man, but she claimed no interest otherwise.

“Just trespass will do, Kelley. Get the paperwork going,” Ramirez grunted. “I’m taking the kids to an afternoon ball game in the park. It was a slow week until I got the call about an unmarked jeep driving up onto the old Jackson ranch.”

“That place! You’re lucky, girl. Sometimes we have to chase out migrants who sneak into the old property. Lot of girls get raped out in the back country. We try to keep a tight lid on it though, as you can see. Mr. Dale doesn’t like unlicensed shenanigans on his land.”

“Does that mean he likes licensed ones?” Lilly asked.

The other two laughed but didn’t respond.

“Is there some other way to serve my time, other than the stocks? Don’t I get a trial or anything?”

Kelley shook her head, “The sheriff is the judge of that, unless it’s a major crime like murder or something, then we send suspects to a bigger city for a Federal court trial. Kind of like the old days of the territory a few hundred years back.”

“But I thought the stocks were voluntary?” she pleaded. Out of the corner of her eye she saw on the security monitor that a pickup with several men had parked in the lot. They jumped off the back and began lining up around the women. In the fuzzy video, they looked like dark flies circling some fresh meat. In moments, both women had been mounted and were being shagged like no tomorrow. The thing cries of passion could be heard even without the exterior microphone being turned up.

“My, my, the miss is turning a bit green. You could opt for the House instead,” the cop offered.

“The house?”

“Yup, since you’re a woman, you can serve your time in the master’s house. Trespass would normally be a couple days in the stocks, but if you choose the House you have to stay there for a month.”

“I’m afraid to ask, but what do I have to do there?”

“It’s up to Mr. Dale, but I think you can get the picture,” Ramirez shrugged. “As an attractive female, you’ll serve as one of his house slaves for the duration. Since you’re serving for a crime, you’d start at the bottom. I hear it’s not too bad. If you’re lucky, you only get fucked a few times here or there by Mr. Dale or his guests. Sometimes, you’ll just be a side dish for the usual debauchery. Hell, if he thinks you’re useless, he’ll just let you stay in the basement the whole time. Don’t worry, even his basement is pretty well furnished. The estate is huge with almost a hundred house-slaves and servants.”

“ A whole month? That would wreck my schedule.”

“The other choice is the lockup. That’s a bit of a roulette wheel though, since we don’t have a separate holding area for gender. You’d be in with whoever else gets thrown in there for the next week. Right now there are only a couple vagrants. They’re pretty harmless and I don’t think they can even get it up anymore, but you’ll be taking your chances. You’ve got a mighty fine body and we’re too understaffed to manage the lockup all night and day,” Kelley chuckled heartily. “I’d take the House. They have great food and the parties are a blast. I need to lose weight so I get invited more often. I haven’t had a good lay in a few months.”

“Is everyone in this place crazy?” Lilly threw up her hands. “I’ll take the lockup. I can handle a few days with some dirty old men.”

Kelley shrugged, grabbed the passport and began typing up Lilly’s info on her terminal. As she pecked away, the officer mumbled, “I don’t see how it’s an improvement over the stocks. The sheriff is an old prick too, as soon as he sees you in there he’s gonna be taking his due anyways.”

“I don’t like getting cum in my hair, to be frank,” Lilly crossed her arms and put them on the counter, her tits pushed up like puppies. Despite her outbursts, her nipples were perked up, betraying her intentions. “I’ve been in jail before, so I know how it works. It sucks but there’s worse shit that can happen to a gal. Being good at giving head saved my neck a few times on the other side of the Mississipi. Hey, can I ask for a favor?” She gave Ramirez a leering stare. He shook his head and said, “I guess I’m done here. Kelly, I’d take a look at what our new guest was filming on her camera there. She’s not as innocent as she seems.” He let himself back out without saying farewell.

Kelley guffawed, “You’re nympho pervert, eh? I’m really shocked then that you didn’t want to go the house. What is it that you wanted?”

Lilly leaned back, spreading her long legs, putting an “innocent old me” look on her face, “Shucks, you tagged me. Ya, I’m a web porn star, so I’d like to make something back on this deal by fulfilling one of my client’s fetishes. This place is perfect. As soon as I upload what he wants, I’ll get a nice deposit into my account.” Lilly explained what she wanted Kelley to do.

After she got booked in, Kelley walked her to the back where there was a large, single cell. It was their only holding tank for captives, though there was an area where they could shackle the more dangerous individuals. Kelley was following Lilly with her camera, listening to the prisoner’s instructions. The deputy seemed amused by the activity.

“Is this how I should hold it?” she asked.

Lilly nodded, “Good. Make sure to frame my ass nicely. Once I’m in the cell, get some good coverage of the whole area. After that you can leave that and tripod inside and I can run things from in there.”

“You’re really gonna fuck those guys. You don’t even know them,” the deputy seemed a bit perturbed despite having observed the gang-bang going on outside without batting an eye.

Lilly looked over what she had to work with: the wide cell had a stained metal toilet hanging from the back wall next to a tiny sink, four twin sized wire mesh bunks with nearly collapsed mattresses on each, a pair of mismatched chairs, a small folding table in the middle, the spot against the wall with hooks for cuffs and shackles, another patch of wall with a shower head above it, and two sleeping shapes taking up two of the bunks. There was a drain in the middle of the floor. Outside the cell, Lilly noted the roll of hose that was probably used to spray down the space. One of the men was sawing a redwood with his nose.

Kelley pointed her chin at the snoring man, “That’s old Frank. He’s a drunk who practically lives here when he’s not fighting with his old woman. Not a bad guy otherwise. The other fellow is a vagrant we caught, like you, cutting through one of Mr. Dale’s lots out in the foothills. He’s pretty fit, so you’ll have a good time with him. Hung pretty good too, I checked it out when they de-liced him. You’re lucky, we keep a clean place here. Hope you’ve kept up your broad spectrum immunity shots though. I’ve no idea where he drifted in from. He goes by Jonathan, but I doubt that’s his real name. No records on him in the database, not that it’s worth a shit these days.”

“I had the full super-B firewall package done. It takes out everything. I haven’t had a cold in years. Side benny is that it doubles as birth control. Terminates sperm like shooting fish in a barrel.”

“Good for you then, I’ll sit outside and watch the show,” Kelley laughed.

“Perfect. That’s the way I like it.” It was true, Lilly thought to herself. She was twisted. The more people watched, the hornier she got. Her career choice was not by accident.

Once she was in the cell, she put the tripod in a corner, pulled up a chair to the snoring man, angling her crotch so the camera got a good view. Just to warm up, she began pleasuring herself.

Kelley interjected, “So, what do you do with the video once you’re done?”

“I post it on the net for my followers. My phone tethers to the camera and I use whatever wireless connection I can pick up. I’ve got a roaming account, though some carriers still block it in some states. In that case I try to find a land line or save the submission until I find a better area. That reminds me, can I get footage off your security camera?”

“I’d have to clear it with the sheriff. He’s got a temper.”

“Oh ya, I heard he likes first dibs?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re a virgin.”

Lilly proceeded with her show, cooing to the camera and updating the viewers with her latest predicament. As she talked, she fingered herself to a mild orgasm. Extending a leg, she shoved the sleeping man in the back with her foot. He resisted at first, but she persisted until he turned around angrily.

Frank glared right into Lilly’s soaked pussy, “What the fuck?” He shook his head and rubbed his eyes in confusion.

“Hi sexy. You’re looking at the finest pink sushi roll you’ll ever have a chance to taste. It’s all yours if you want it,” she licked her lips saucily. She moved her foot to caress his side until her toe rested in the space between his legs.

Frank looked around suspiciously, “I don’t know what game you’re playin’ here Kelley, but if it’s one of your pranks again I’ll be really pissed.” A vein pulsed on his wiry hand as he rubbed his stiff jaw. The stubble on his craggy cheeks was grey. Lilly could smell the alcohol seeping from his pores. In better times, Frank probably had been a handsome man, but the years and self-abuse had taken its toll on him.

Kelley shouted, “It’s not a joke. Today’s is the luckiest day of your damned life, you drunk.”

“Look sir, I’m really horny and I haven’t had a good dick in weeks. Please.” She batted her eyes.

Eyes downcast, denying the bulge in his soiled pants, Frank got up suddenly, “I’m a married man, young lady, and my head is hurting like I’ve got rocks rolling around in my skull. Let me splash some water on my face and rinse out a bit. After a few drinks, I might even come around, but give me some space.” He pushed her legs aside and made for the sink.

As he washed he grumbled, “If you want to get a rise out me, miss, you’re playing the wrong cards. Guys like me like to be rough and protective at the same time. You should have played the innocent girl angle. Aggressive whore kind of turns me off.”

Lilly gave a look of disgust and closed her legs, sitting up straight on the creaking chair. She looked at the camera and narrated, “Shit. A girl can’t win these days. Play hard to get, and the fuckers get all offended that you don’t put out like a vending machine. On the other hand, if I actually try to be nice and give the shit away, and they get all defensive, Mother Madonna savior complex bullshit moralism on you.”

Frank just ignored her and turned on the shower. He undressed and shivered as the cold water hit his flabby body. As he wiped down with a piece of hard soap, he said, “Oh, just give me a bit. I’m an old man. It will be a bit for me to get my blood going but once I do, I’ll be taking care of you. I’m not crazy enough to turn you down. I was just sayin’ you know?” The cold made his flaccid member shrivel up under his gut until all that could be seen as he turned around was a little pink nib peeking out from the curly forest in his crotch.

He gargled and spit out the water into the drain in the floor. He continued, “Plus, I’m a nice guy. I could have just thrown my stinky body onto you straight away, but here I am getting cleaned up. They don’t have any scented roses in this joint or even hair conditioner, unfortunately.”

Lilly had been observing his washing with a bemused eye. She said, “I can get off, either way. Some of my viewers are going to be mad though. They like to see me get torn up by some fetid old fart. That whole perfection being despoiled by trollish brute fetish thing you know.”

“See. Guys can’t win either, we try to be considerate and we just get criticized anyways.”

Kelley laughed from the peanut gallery, “Funny shit, but I want to see some fucking soon or I want my money back! I’m getting bored.” She started stomping her foot.

Lilly got up and did some stretches, preening for the camera, “I can edit this part out later. Edge kink sells better than vanilla sex, Frank. That’s just the way it is. I was just being honest. People want to see a dirty whore get filthy. I just happen to be one of those willing to supply it, no coercion necessary. Actually, I have to pretend sometimes I was forced for the real sickos out there. Shit, I definitely need to cut this part out.”

“If you want filth, I can give that to you,” said the other man, Jonathan, getting up from the far bunk. In his late twenties, he was thin but had a decent build. He yawned, tried to unkink his stiff neck and unzipped the fly of his torn jeans. Gripping his half-stiff member, he aimed the stream of dark yellow piss into Lilly’s face. She smiled, opening her mouth to catch much of the fluid, but letting a lot dribble out to flow down her chest. At the same time she moved forward up the stream until she was on her knees millimeters from the source of the warm liquid. He shook the last drops onto her tongue. Looking up at him, she took control of his stiffening cock and put it into her mouth. He croaked in pleasure.

“Damn. You are a filthy whore,” he managed to say before letting himself fully experience the blow job. “How does it taste?”

“Honestly? Terrible. But it’s making me wet either way,” she dribbled spit onto his shaft. Her free hand continued to stimulate herself. Her eyes darted to the camera, to make sure it still had a decent angle. A lot of the shot would be blocked by the man’s butt, so she subtly coaxed him to turn to a better position. She tried sticking a finger into his ass in order to stimulate his prostate, but he didn’t like it and pushed her hand away.

Frank, still dripping, walked over, massaging his still flaccid member. He admired Lilly’s dedication, “That’s both disgusting and beautiful at the same time.” He took his turn pissing onto the back of her head.

Lilly frowned, turning, “I don’t like getting my hair messed up. Aim for the face please.”

“Crap. Can’t please this chick, can I?” He whined, but he had a full tank so he let it all go into her mouth as she continued giving Jon a hand job. Frank’s dick finally gained some pressure, so she alternated sucking on both.

Jonathan took off his shirt and kicked away the jeans. Pulling Lilly along to the shower head, he turned on the water. “You may like another guy’s piss, but I don’t.” It was cold but stimulating. She continued her blowjob with the three of them under the shower. Her camera had been on auto mode, so it managed to follow their movement. She hoped its focus was working right.

Once he felt she was clean enough, Jonathan turned off the water, grabbed her by the wrists and bent her over one of the bunk beds. Her face was pushed into the stinking surface that had absorbed the sweat, semen and urine of numerous people. Once again, she was reminded of that time in Louisville. Her legs got weak as Jonathan plowed his way into her.

“Too slow old man, I get it home first,” Jon grinned. “Oh ya, that is nice. Not too flabby for a whore.”

Frank didn’t really seem to care. He replied, “I never argued otherwise. Guess I’ll take the other end.” He lifted up Lilly’s head so she could fellate him once more. His cock was probably well short of five inches and not particularly thick, but Lilly wasn’t that picky. Well, she was actually, but she was prudent enough not to make note of the difference.

Jonathan didn’t have much selflessness or brotherhood in him: he switched to her ass without warning or any sign of giving Frank a turn until he was sated. Frank didn’t complain, letting Lilly bring him to climax with her mouth. She gulped down the hot sperm, looking up at him with a grin.

“Let me know when you’re ready again, Frank,” she winked. “It’s not fair for one guy to monopolize my holes.”

Frank sat back and watched as Jonathan picked her up and moved her to another bunk. He bit at her tits as he pumped away, the old bedframe creaking, sounding like it was about collapse at any moment. It wasn’t long before he pulled out and ejaculated all over her chest. Lilly spread it around her tits, tasting his semen with her soiled fingers.

“Not bad, for a start,” Lilly said. She flipped over and began playing with herself, digging fingers into both entryways. “I’m going to need something more to get me off.”

With appropriate timing, another deputy walked into the station. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Hey, Kurt,” Kelley waved. “Come on over. We got ourselves a fuck show here. Hot new flesh.”

“Damn. She’s smoking hot. Wow, that skin tone is absolutely perfect. I got to have some of that,” the deputy took off his belt, unlocked the cage and walked in dropping his pants. He mounted Lilly without much ado, molesting her body with his hands.

Spitting onto her ass, he used his saliva to lube her anus, fingering her there while fucking her cunt. It didn’t take long for him to switch up. By this time Jonathan was hard again. Lilly pulled him over and he positioned himself under her. The deputy slowed enough so that the DP proceeded without too much fumbling about.

Lilly moaned, “Ok, that’s a bit better. Oh ya. He’s hitting the spot.” The deputy came into her ass without pulling out.

“Oh ya. That was sweet,” he flapped his member onto her ass cheeks. He hitched his pants back up and stepped out, not bothering to relock the door. “I could use a beer now.”

“Not while on duty, Kurt,” Kelley admonished.

“You’re not joining in on the party?” Kurt asked as he drank from a water bottle. Kelley shook her head.

“We could bring the other two whores inside and have ourselves a real orgy,” Kurt exclaimed. “Time to call back the crew. Where’s Sheriff Body?”

“He’s still out somewhere. He said he’d be back in the evening,” Kelley said.

“Probably out poking his farmer mistress.”

“Could be. Hey, Frank. Nice!” Kelley hooted. Frank had finally gotten stiff enough to double-team Lilly in the ass. Both of the prisoners left their seed planted inside Lilly. Frank dripped sweat onto Lilly’s back, mixing it in with the remaining shower water, spit, and semen already pooling there.

Lilly got up, seemingly more pleased this time, fingering herself once more in both her holes in order to keep herself stimulated. She tasted the results with an absent minded equanimity.

“Not bad. I still need something more though. I think bringing in more people is a good idea!” She snapped her fingers as she squatted over the drain in the floor to piss.

“What do you guys do for food around here?” she asked. “All this fucking has made me hungry. And I don’t want to hear any more protein jokes. I’ve heard it all already. Still, I’m up for some bukkake action once you guys get hard again.”

The deputy made some calls and then the real party began. By the time the Sheriff finally got back, there was music being played, people dancing on the tables, alcohol had been brought in, and rampant, carnal fornication occurring all over, including at the stocks. Lilly ended up there after all, her hair stiff with dried semen. As some stranger shook his latest load onto her face, she gave a red-eyed smile to Kelley, who was naked, and also wearing a sheen of sweat and cum, but still holding the camera. The female deputy was a bit chubby, but her large tits still had some life in them and her ass had gotten a lot of sweet attention despite not being as tight as Lilly’s.



“Another satisfied customer,” Lilly winked. By the time the party had been busted, the crowd chased away and the three prisoners sorted out and returned to the lockup, the Sheriff was too livid to want to screw the new arrival. Needing someone to blame, he put Kelley and Kurt, naked, into the same lockup. He closed the station up, cursing into the sky at no one at particular.

“Mr. Dale’s men will be here later to deal with y’all, otherwise I’d beat your asses myself. The Master will take the privilege. I don’t want to be around.” He left without another word.

Still drunk, the two deputies made awkward love to each other on the cold cell floor. The original three prisoners took turns pissing on them, laughing. Lilly fell on top of them, haphazardly joining in but soon falling asleep from drunken exhaustion.

When Lilly finally came to her senses, she awoke with a start. She couldn’t move her body.

A bright light overhead was shining right into her bleary eyes. She cursed it as she struggled against her restraints.

Her neck was locked between two metal bars as she lay on her back with her legs folded back and locked down at either side so that she looked like a turkey ready to be stuffed. Her arms were strapped down so that she could only move her fingers. Peering past her exposed clit, she could finally see some figures a few feet away in the room. It wasn’t the cell she had fallen asleep in the night before.

To her left, she saw what appeared to be Kelley, still nude, hanging upside down, trussed up in an elaborate rope bondage scheme. As her body swung from various ropes and straps, Kelley’s body quivered as a man in a leather mask whipped her with a lash. From the angle, Lilly couldn’t see the woman’s face, but could hear her moans as the whip struck her body. To her right, the other deputy was also swinging, his cock bound up in an elaborate and painful looking knot. He too, was being lashed, by another man in a mask.

The question as to whether the same treatment would be offered to her came quickly, as a blonde woman with short hair wearing only a corset and a black eye-mask took a bamboo whip and struck the soles of Lilly’s feet without so much as a hello.

“Ow. Fuck. That hurts!” she yelled.

“As it should,” a crackly voice said. It came from one of the figures she could make out from between her legs. “Tabatha, show her the other side of the coin as well.”

“Yes sir,” the masked woman acceded. She moved some contraption about until a buzzing massager was applied to Lilly’s sensitive clitoris. Instinctively, Lilly tried to recoil from the sensation. She was still sore from all the frenetic activity of the other day.

“Ouch. That still hurts.”

“Don’t worry. Soon, you will be trained into the world of both pain and pleasure,” the man said. She could see it was a grey haired man. He was rail thin and slightly balding, with pale, mottled skin. He was wearing a gauche, flower printed but expensive looking silk men’s kimono. Lilly discerned that he was Mr. Dale. Beside him, a greying woman who seemed about ten years younger than him was presumably Mrs. Dale. Noticing, the strain Lilly was under trying to crane her neck to see them, Mr. Dale ordered someone to elevate the contraption she was caged upon. Her legs were unleashed but chained to points on the floor and the frame of the device she was on raised so that she was forced to stand on her toes in order to avoid the stinging vibrator as it was mounted under her on a stand. Her upper body was still strapped to the backboard which provided some relief, otherwise her whole weight would have been supported only by her quivering toes.

Now, at a fresh angle, she could see that the two were seated on high back wooden chairs. At their feet were two naked women, both were blindfolded and had gags in their mouths. Their raised derrieres were apparently stuffed with vibrating dildos controlled by a remote on each of their masters’ chairs. The two slaves moaned in pleasure as they drooled onto the bare stone floor.

“Hi,” Lilly tried to say cheerfully as she struggled against her own vibrator. She was sweating just from the effort of pushing herself away from the buzzing head. “I must have been out cold. I don’t even remember being carried here. I assume this the infamous Dale mansion?”

The man nodded, “Indeed. I had my men react quickly once I heard of the mischievous, unsanctioned, activity going on in town.”

“Oops. Sorry?”

“Sorry won’t be enough,” the man shook his head.

Tabatha began whipping her breasts with the stick. Pleasure filled the eyes behind the mask as the woman went to her duty. She purred, “You will be our pet for a long, long time honey.”

“Owie. My nips are sensitive. Wait. Hold on a moment. Was having a sex party that bad? I didn’t invite all those people myself. I’m really, really sorry,” she pleaded.

“Oh no. The deputies are paying the penance for that bit of hedonism. It happens on occasion, so they are used to it. What I do have a problem with is unlicensed solicitation and unlicensed pornography. We looked you up and saw that you are a sex blogger of some minor note. I can’t allow such activity in my domain without punishment. You will be our prisoner.”

“For how long?”

“Until we feel that we have enough of you. It may be quite some time. At my foot, Rebecca has served as my slave for almost fifteen years. She has lived for my pleasure and at my pleasure for that long, so far. You are young, so I expect to enjoy you for my twilight years and then my sons can choose to keep you or not.” He pressed a button on his remote. The woman moaned louder, squirming in excitement.

“Oh no. I had plans. That’s way too long. Isn’t that against human rights?”

“I am the master of this territory. I could have you shipped south to one of the narco-gangs. You’d last a year in their brothels before being used up. You won’t even be human after they are done with you. They have bred special beasts for their entertainment. It’s even too much for my own sensitivities to fathom.”

“I’ve heard stories,” her legs began to quiver. “Fine, let’s say I stay here, but what will you do to me?”

Tabatha spoke for the master. Smiling evilly, she said, “You will live at the whim of the household. Your body will be ours to enjoy as our plaything. Soon, you will beg for release, but it will be withheld from you as you become a human toilet, subject to whatever sexual torment we imagine.”

“Oh God,” Lilly whimpered. It was getting harder to avoid the vibrator. Her legs shook uncontrollably.

The master continued, his voice gravelly and grim, “You will be trained to serve at any moment. To give and receive pleasure to any and all, myself, my staff, my family, and my compatriots. All your holes will be continually filled in a never ending cycle of debauchery until your body is nothing but a mindless mass of sensation, filled with the fluids of both man and woman until all you will comprehend, all you can ever comprehend, is a universe of filth. You will bathe in semen, you will eat and drink it, and be anointed by the seed of a thousand men and then a thousand more until the end of your days.”

Lilly whispered, “That actually doesn’t sound too bad…” Giving up at last she let her swollen clit land on the vibrator, letting herself go until she reached a towering climax. As she convulsed, she began to squirt.

“Oh, fuck. That is awesome.” It was one of the longest and intense orgasms she had ever had. Once she could make sense of the world again, she saw the old man wipe his brow with a napkin. “I’m sorry. Did that get you? Wow.”

This time Mrs. Dale spoke, “My. She’s a sick one. A real find. I think we will enjoy her immensely.”

Lilly asked happily, “May the condemned ask a couple favors?”

The master nodded, regaining his composure after he managed to clean most of the fluid from his face. “You may ask, but it is up to me whether you are fulfilled.”

“Sure. I’d like to get my hair cut shorter first of all. It’s just a hassle to maintain. Right now, it’s all messed up from last night and tangled up isn’t it?”

Nonplussed, Mr. Dale nodded.

“Cool. Next, I’ve always been looking for a really wealthy and perverted sponsor. If you will, I’d like to start a dream project of mine. I’d still be a fully supervised slave, but I’ve always dreamt of a world sex tour. It would be streamed on-line. We could split the revenue. Ok, I see that look on your face, so how about at least a retirement fund. Once my fun bags get all saggy, I expect to be thrown to the curb, but I’d like at least some kind of decent lifestyle in my old age. Can’t you have some mercy on that?”

“I’ll take it under consideration,” he begrudged. Mrs. Dale beamed with amusement.

“Great. Oh, I almost forgot. I get really horny when I’m being watched and filmed, so please make sure to have all my shit be recorded. I’ve got fans I’d like to keep in touch with, if possible. You can make money on this deal. It’s win win! One of the first stops I’d like to go to is Japan. The last person in my family to go there was my gramps. They have an annual bukkake competition that I want to enter, plus the world enema championships. You may have missed it when you looked at my blog, but if you do a search for Lilly Tea, you can see my old enema videos. My face is blurred out, but you can tell it’s me. After that, I’d like to do a live sex show in Amsterdam, do the Sexathon in Hungary, and maybe do a special hitchhike for sex along the old Silk Road to Mongolia. I’d need bodyguards for part of that. I always wanted to try fucking in a yurt or being traded by an Inuit tribesman as a bedwarmer for guests. And—omg, I’m coming again.” Lilly squirted for a second time, though it was less intense.

Tabatha tossed her switch away and walked out of the room as Mrs. Dale chuckled. Mr. Dale just shook his head as Lilly kept riffing on her fantasies that she wanted to explore, some of which began making the old gent turn a shade paler than he already was.

“Before we go all out. We can do some stuff here. How about freezing cum and making a cum popsicle? We can try it later! You stick it up another girl’s ass then I’d eat it. I don’t know how well cum would freeze though. Maybe if you mixed it with some other stuff. I once drank cum out of a chick’s ass with a tube, but that’s pretty vanilla. Maybe, I’d snort it then another girl could suck it back out, then I’d eat that? Hm, something requiring more girls. I hear you have a whole bunch, so maybe we run a train and I eat the same cum out of a fifty assholes in order. I’d spit it in, suck it out, then keep going until you had a big stinkin’ tube of the goo, then pump the entire snowballed mess into my butt as an enema—“

“Enough!” Mr. Dale got up, pulling his slave along with him. He called to one of the men in masks. “Mike, make sure to keep that woman’s disgusting mouth full of dicks for a while, I’m tired. I’ll deal with her later.”

Lilly couldn’t stop herself as she continued to babble: “Thanks Mr. Dale. When do we get to do the nasty? My rusty trombone is the best. How about in the morning right after your first bowel movement? Mr. Dale? Are you listening? I’m sure you can still get it up, right? I like smelling old man balls, it’s disgustingly erotic. Come on! You haven’t even spit into my mouth yet, don’t go! Ok, then, bring on the dicks. I was promised a thousand cocks, but all I see here in front of me is one ready to go. I had about a dozen yesterday as an appetizer. When can I have my cum bath? I always wanted to try that! Like Bathsheba but I’ll be Bathsemen! I’m here to chew bubble gum and suck on some stinking unwashed, uncircumcised, smegma infused cock, and do I look like I have any fucking bubble gum?”

The only other sound was Mrs. Dale’s hysterical laughter ringing in the room.

The End.