The Last Lesbians

[curiousnovice]

Ok ... I'm actually more interested in submissive things, but let's see if I can be creative.

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The women didn't stand a chance. 30 armed government men had the house surrounded. The men bundled the women at gunpoint into a black, unmarked truck.

Through the grille separating the back of the truck from the driver's compartment, Beatrice Butler heard the driver say: "To the women's prison?"

"No," said another voice, more menacing. "We've had our eyes on them for some time. These ones are going to straight to the Repeat Offenders Punishment Center."

[Stephanie]

OOC: It's good. A little more detail might help though.

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Beatrice barely had time to stand up before she was down again. The familiar steel of cuffs on her wrists worried her but the hood pulled down over her head only meant one thing. She was silent in the darkness, even though she wasn't gagged.

After the agents burst in to the house, the other women didn't last much longer. Hannah Gutterman put up something of a struggle. She was a female bodybuilder who'd just turned thirty, evolved in the original revolution only through her long relationship with Beatrice. She was a muscled but well formed Jewish woman with raven hair and olive skin. She was dressed in black combat boots, tight black short shorts, and a black t-shirt which showed off her arms as well as her ample busts. Despite her fight, in a few minutes she was also wearing handcuffs and a hood.

The other three women included Minerva Walker, the oldest. She was in her mid-forties and had been a powerful theoretician back in the old days. She was still lovely, although her figure had filled out and her face was just starting to show the first signs of aging. Her polump, succulent thighs and full breasts were shown off by her white blouse, short leather black skirt, and sneakers. The last had been added to an outfit otherwise showing her typical class in order to try and arouse Beatrice's sneaker fetish. She knew Beatrice would stay with Hannah but Minerva had been trying for at least a one night stand with one of the younger women for months.

Sarah Tomkin was the only black woman among the group, in her late thirties. She had the legendary large breasts and "ghetto booty" although her over all bearing suggested an educated woman from the upper classes. She had a round face and wore her hair naturally. She had very athletic legs as she had played soccer before going in to politics. At the time of the capture, she was wearing rather short jean cut-offs, hiking boots, and a tight white tee.

The last woman, in her early-forties, was Dawn Fenn. She had curley red hair and a lithe, leaner body type. She was the thinnest of the girls, although her bust was also the least impressive. She had a soft, Celtin sort of face and was dressed more modestly than the others in a black long skirt, black t-shirt, and Chucks, perhaps again for Beatrice's benefit.

[curiousnovice]

Sergeant Masters jumped into the back of the truck and ordered one of his subordinates to close the doors from the outside. The doors slammed shut.

Masters eyed the offenders. Five women, sitting there submissively, handcuffed, with hoods on their heads. All fully dressed. But that problem could be solved. Just as soon as they arrived at the Repeat Offenders Punishment Center, he'd get those clothes off the women. Then their punishment would start.

He began to speculate about what he might do to them once he got them inside the Repeat Offenders Punishment Center.

Sergeant Masters was a fully trained Punishment Officer and knew the procedure. The thing to do was to single one of the women out for particularly cruel abuse. The others would see what was happening. Once they'd watched the harsh abuse of one of their the group, the rest of them would be easier to crack.

Sergeant Masters wondered which woman he'd pick out for "the special treatment."

His training and experience as a Punishment Officer told him to go with his guts. That one. His notes said her name was called Beatrice Butler. Shapely, fit body, as far as he could see. Breasts looked just the right size for some abuse. She was the one.

Just as soon as they got to the Repeat Offenders Punishment Center, he would give it to Beatrice Butler. In front of the other women, of course.

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OOC: Sorry Stephanie but I am running out of ideas here. Everyone reading -- can one of you take over this RP with Stephanie please?

[Stephanie]

OOC: Anyone interested in taking over for Novice? If not, I might move this to story ideas and then make a story from it. If so...well...that'd be preferable to me by far.

[Stephanie]

The women couldn't really be described as at all submissive, merely restrained. Underneath their hoods they were seething with anger and resentment and their capture by overwhelming force. Their bodies were tensed rather than yielding and in their handcuffs their hands were balled up into fists.

[Twister]

The van came to a halt...a few moment passed and the lock was opened and the rear doors creaked open....."last stop ladies!...everybody out..."
beatrice was the first to step to the rear of the van.....sargent masters roughly grabs her and pulls her forward....just as she passses thu the doors he releases her....letting her tumble to the ground...masters kneels down and drives his knee into her sex..the pain shoots thu her body.but he pins her chest to the hard ground before she can move..leaning forward he whispers to her so the others can not hear...."welcome to your new home cunt...I know I'm going to enjoy your stay"....he graps her nipple thru her bra and shirt....twisting it almost 180 degrees...."up cunt" he shouts...pulling her to her feet.....he pushes her to a doorway..."stand here" is all he says...and returns to the van to collect the others.....

[Stephanie]

Masters produces the first sound Beatrice has made since the bag came over her head as she shrieks in pain, being dragged over to stand in the doorway. She trembles a little in her rather scanty outfit as the others make their way to their own feet. "I demand to speak to my lawyer." Hannah said boldly through her hood.