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Mr. Strum, the Mayor,
had found a goldmine. With just selling the library he had increased the
village public founds to a level never seen before in history. And all he got
was positive feedback; all the important community members expressed their
support. The next steps were clear; he was going to privatize every single inch
of this city making it modern and rich. He knew he had the whole community backing
him.
Well, perhaps not
really the whole community, because not all the community members liked the
privatization; a small group of (insignificant female) opponents headed by
D.O.L.L members organized a demonstration. On Saturday all the demonstrators
were expected to meet at
Mr. Strum wasn’t fond
of demonstrations but he didn’t know how to prevent it without using illegal
methods. He thought about different ways of stopping the demonstration until
the perfect idea hit him. Yes, that’s the best move, ‘let all the rats show up’
he thought. His next days became frenetic but when finally he could relax, he
even phoned Miss Kristie Simmons, D.O.L.L’s new
leader and offered public funds for their demonstration.
Ms.
Simmons a 30 y/o redhead beauty couldn’t believe her ears.
“Mr.
Strum” she said “the Demo is against you”.
“I know
Miss Simmons, I know; but I’m not the Mayor of only my partisans but of all the
people of
“If you
think to trick me out of this you are wrong; we are going to be very awful with
you, Mr. Strum, even you’ve achieved to personally impress me.”
On Friday, he decided
to pay a visit to Domingo’s Library for the
Odette’s new chair, if
you can call it a chair, was a five feet tall pole ending with a flat inversed
Y. There she had two choices: or closing her legs and supporting all her weight
with the bar cutting into her most tender parts or resting her legs on the Y
exposing her neatly shaven, pretty cunt to all the visitors. In front of her
rose two other poles: the one on the left holding a Mac, the other one a small
platform for paperwork. There was no desk to hide behind.
The Mayor was greeted
by her gaping cunt. The fact that her workplace was direct in front of the
entrance and on eye level only increased her humiliation.
Mr. Strum started a
tour through the library searching for changes. He saw the ‘be silent’ signs
had been changed; now they spotted a collared, gagged and fully stripped woman.
The wording read “keep them silent”. He also noticed a basket next to the
entrance.
Three students were
coming in at that moment. A blonde boy, perhaps 17 casually dressed in jeans
and two girls about the same age one wearing a summer dress and the other one a
jeans skirt. Outside a forth girl were arguing with the guard, but Mr. Strum
couldn’t make out why.
Both the girls hurried
to the basket whilst the boy waited for his friends first looking at Mrs. Fox
naked slit and later talking to Odette with his finger were busy on it.
The Mayor looked now at the boys busy fingers
now at the girls’ activity. He had no clue what they were doing, but couldn’t
hide a smile when both emerged spotting a ball gag and a dog collar. The boy stopped
molesting a deeply ashamed Odette and after fixing the front of their dresses
with a safety pin exposing two nice, well trimmed triangles he put his hands on
their asses and happily squeezing them they went away.
Mr. Strum decided to
find out what was happening outside between the girl and the guard.
“…an examination this
afternoon” The girl was saying in a whimpering voice.
“Miranda, you know the
rules” The guard kindly answered “and dressed in pants you’re not allowed on
Mr. Domingo’s private ground”
“But I only want to
borrow a book, it’s only 2 minutes, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease,” she pleaded. “I’m not
going to stay.”
“Miranda or you strip
with class or you skip that class”. The guard joked casually patting her ass.
The Mayor left the
library with a big grin. His city was improving. Behind him a desperate Miranda
was taking off her pants in plain daylight and under the amused regard of the
guard and passers-by. Of course he didn’t even allow her to keep her knickers
on. Once stark naked, he made her gag and collar herself in the outside softly
fondling her now totally exposed assets.
Miss Kristie Simmons was the first arriving at
She had
dressed casually in jeans and sneakers and wore her red t-shirt with big bold
letter reading:
“Defending our legal limits”.
At ten, there were at least 500 mostly young
women. A quarter to eleven an optimistic Barbara Taylor, the black account of
DOLL’s, with a figure to die for, estimated near to1000.
Just
before 11 o’clock 25 black minivans surrounded the place and out of each van
emerged 20 huge, uniformed, private security men. In less then 5 minute the
whole square was surrounded by 500 well prepared bullies.
Kristie
started shouting against Mr. Strum when a black Rolls Royce made its
appearance.
The car
stopped and the passenger descended. He was impeccably dressed in a white linen
suit, he wore hat and Armani sun glasses. 40 or 45
y/o, an athletic body and a hard expression on his face the newcomer addressed
Kristie:
“Miss Simmons
can you read….?”
His
question was offensive, of course, but the guards laughed and the women felt
silent.
“Whom do
you think you are talking to, I’m in politics you can’t…”
She started shouting into her loudspeaker when he finished his sentence.
“…that
placard over there” He said pointing at a new shiny placard.
“And,
please, use your megaphone for all to hear you” He added not at least impressed
by her outburst.
Kristie
started reading:
“Dear
citizens of
Her last
words were hardly audible and she failed to read the date and signature.
There was
a deadly silence after her last words, it was the time the crowded women
realized the true meaning of what they’ve heard.
Kristie
herself had called the TV to cover her protest march and deeply regretted it
now. They have caught her speech on film. It was horrible, but legal. They were
on private ground they were to become animals, to be exhibited, to be…
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
Miss
Simmons shouted and tried to escape. Her cry acted as a catalyst. Like chicks
with pepper in their asses the demonstrating women tried to break out. They run
from one end to another, bounced into their colleagues; they fell and rose,
jumped and kicked; any similarity with human behavior was purely coincidental.
The
security had been instructed to rip their clothes off if they came in reach or zap
as many cunts as possible with their electric prods.
The TV
covering the news emitted it with funny music: Girls and women running over the
square, losing a shoe here, a blouse there, a guard ripping their skirts off or
cutting their panties and shocking a pinky slit with his electric prod. Then
the fried critter jumped back clearly losing control over her bladder wetting
herself.
The
musical effects were well chosen and the whole country had a good laugh; even
weeks after the events it was still listed between the most popular funny
videos.
After half
an hour Mr. Bloomberg used his own micro to address his new property.
“My dear
livestock, please form in rows and lines” After tasting some more electric
prods, the new animals of
“Well, you
see, it’s not so hard” He kindly said looking at his booty. ‘At least the half
of them are lookers’ he thought, happy about the money he spend buying a stupid
place in a god-forgotten city.
“Now my
dear livestock, strip and then stand in attention”
The whole
city was by now looking at them. Friends and neighbors eager for seeing them
nude, greedy for laying a finger on them, how on earth could they strip naked
HERE?
The surrounded
females felt degraded to the utmost. Trapped like beasts, beaten, labeled as
animals and now forced to strip in front of the whole community.
Some
security men stepped forward and randomly shocked the livestock encouraging
them to strip.
“Hey,
Paul” a boy’s voice cut through the air “..isn’t that
Helen, the Math teacher?”
“Where, Rolf, where?” Came another voice from an opposite angle.
“There, at
the end of the third line, the big titted cow” Rolf answered pointing at her.
“Wow, yes,
it is. Now we’ll know if she’s a true blonde” Paul shouted back. And with him
whole
Miss Helen
Glass, the referred Math teacher, wanted to die. It was horrible enough for
that 24 y/o blonde to have to strip nude at daylight in a public place, at
least she had felt somehow protected being in the mass. But her student had stripped
her also of that anonymity.
The
appearance of her blonde, trimmed bush was welcomed with applause.
“Big
titted cow, big titted cow” It was Mr. Bloomberg through the micro “come here”.
Miss Helen
Glass, shielding her naked body the best she could, feeling ashamed and
degraded slowly made her way.
“Gentelmen,
please” Mr. Bloomberg said and two guards immediately grabbed the naked,
frightened animal.
The whole
village watched the transition from young, independent, school teacher to big
titted cow.
In really
no time they had collared and leashed her with a big bell dangling between her naked
flesh globes. Her arms had been bound behind and on her legs she wore boots
till mid htigt ending in hooves. A big ball gag completed her degradation.
“Nice,
nice” Mr. Bloomberg commented fondling both her tits. “Really big tits”
“So you
are the big titted cow” he said and with one hand still abusing her breast he
reached between her legs and cupped her mound strongly squeezing it.
Helen’s
humiliation couldn’t grow further, naked, attached and now sexually molested in
front of all the people she knows. Mr. Bloomberg’s knowing
fingers didn’t stop a moment whilst he addressed again the
“Dear
Gents of Framingham, I understand that perhaps you would like to keep this big
titted cow” he said slapping Helen’s ass with his free hand whilst holding her
by her nether lips “so I offer you to buy her back, here and now in public
auction.”
“Rolf,
Paul would you please come to assist me”
Both, Rolf
and Paul were young and good at sports but the time it took them to get to Mr.
Bloomberg was record breaking.
“Rolf,
Paul, please first familiarize yourself with the animal to be auctioned” Mr.
Bloomberg told them in a clear invitation to abuse and molest their former Math
teacher. They didn’t need to be told twice. Poor Helen got her cunt plunged,
fingers into her ass, her tits were mauled and she was even verbally degraded.
Her students couldn’t get enough. They fondled and touched, they licked and
molested, and they pinched and slapped the trapped animal. After ten minutes of
heavy abuse, and with the whole community cheering and applauding, Mr.
Bloomberg decided to start the auction.
Silent and
efficiently the guards were collaring, cuffing and gagging the remaining naked
animals, whilst the audience, especially Rolf and Paul, were having their time
with Miss Glass.
The
auction lasted the whole Saturday: Helen was only the first of the cattle to be
sold. Her school bought her and three more teachers afterwards. Then the
Miss
Barbara Taylor was bought by the hunting club; Miss Eloise Corbusier, the rich
heiress of Corbusier Metals was bought by the labor union and so on.
When, late
that afternoon, Mr. Bloomberg left
“Happy
birthday to you, happy birthday to you” The Strum family was singing together
for Tony’s 15th birthday.
They were
holding his birthday party in the fore garden and friends and neighbors were
welcome to join. After blowing the candles and eating the enormous birthday
cake the music was shut down and Mr. Strum announced it was the moment for the
gift ceremony.
Books,
comics, video games, and CD started to appear. Tony was happily opening one
parcel after another, then thanking for the gift and putting it aside. When he
opened his brother’s one he got a surprise.
“A collar,
a leash, a whip, and what’s this. A license?” He
wondered
“Brad what’s all this, we have no dog…”
“Who
knows?” His sister said giving her gift to him. It was very small.
“
Finally
there were only the three bulks left; they were his parent’s gifts.
Tony
started undoing the knots, but when he got a glimpse of the content he hastily
tore the paper.
It was a
1m3 big cage, but it wasn’t the cage what Tony was looking at. He
was staring right into Miss Kristie Simmons’ eyes. Miss Simmons was fixed in a
kneeling position: Both her knees were being held open strapped to a bar of
each side of the cage. Her head, encased in a harness with bridle, was attached
to the top of her cage by a small chain and her arms were crossed behind her
and tied there to her collar.
A small
placard fixed to the bottom of her cage explained who she used to be. Tony
wasn’t reading it but transfixed by the sight of her red cunt. A grown woman’s
cunt…and it was HIS to use and abuse.
His next
action was to touch that cunt, to fondle, to pinch, to explore Miss Kristie
Simmons most private parts. An action praised by most of the present males.
“Daddy, I
think Tony likes your gift” Brad joked pointing at his brother bulking trouser.
“Tony” his
mother said, “that’s Daddy’s gift. Why don’t you open mine?”
Tony
ripped it open; there was no time for ceremony, he was in a frenetic hurry. He
wanted to discover his next gift. The cage was a similar one, the content also.
Not redhead, but short black was perhaps the most remarkable difference and her
deep black eyes.
“No, it
can’t be” Tony exclaimed out of joy “this is Miss Judy Suarez. This is the
fucking Judy Suarez who failed me last semester”
“Tony” His
mother kindly said “It was Judy Suarez, it only was”
The
assembled people laughed, but Tony didn’t get the joke.
“What?” He
said confused whilst his hand, as moving on its own, fondled the exposed
teacher.
Little
could Judy do to avoid her young student’s hands. Fixed
in a similar position, poor Judy had also suffered some ringing through her
nose, her nipples and her clit.
She felt
horrible. On Friday she was lecturing that boy, she was in charge, and she was a
free and admired member of this village. And now, now….”oowwwwwwwwwwww”
Tony was
just funnily stretching her clit ring (Judy wouldn’t call it funny) when his
mother explained.
“This is
‘Piggy’, the pig who fucked your grades is now your pig to fuck and train.”
“Mom, Dad,
you are the best” Tony embraced and kissed his parents whilst neighbors and
friends molested the caged women.
The third
package was different. It contained no pet, but a cart, a small, light cart.
All made out of Aluminum with to big wheels and a comfortable seat. Not so
comfy seemed the pole to which attach the two draught animals, but that was not
important at all.
Until his 15th
birthday Tony had used his bicycle to go to school. But that very Monday he
used his new cart to go there. Pulling at it former politician Kristie Simmons
and former School teacher Judy Suarez seemed less proud, stripped and strapped.
It took
Tony and Brad a good hour to fix both women to the pole. The design was not focused on efficiency but
on eroticism. The cart builder didn’t want an easy pullable cart or a speed
one, but one who puts the tearing women on display, highlighting their most
private parts.
This cart
was very well designed. Piggy and Kristie, once properly fixed in their places literally
pulled the cart with their cunts, thanks to a dildo deeply inserted into them.
Their arms
tied behind and harnessed heads controlled by Tony made them very vulnerable as
they soon discovered on their way to school. They met a lot of people they
knew, former friends or colleagues, but between all the emotions they arose you
couldn’t find pity.
As Tony stopped
at a red light Bob Mice, a news reporter, spotted the red bush of a much stressed
Kristie.
“Isn’t
that my beloved Ms Simmons” he loudly asked with his hands already fondling her
stuffed sex.
“Hey Mr.”
Tony friendly answered “Indeed she is. I haven’t yet changed her name. Any suggestions?”
In the
past, Bob Mice and DOLL’s had had some bitter discussion. He had been suited by
them several times for his articles; Article getting more acid after each
lawsuit.
His
article about Lucy’s downfall, full of pictures, got him an anonymous death
thread. Next day he wrote about biting bitches and how to prevent them. He also
invited Miss Kristie Simmons to a public debate à la Lucy Klampton.
Kristie
started whimpering under his harsh exploration of her former private parts. He
managed to worm a finger into her already overfilled sex.
“Nice to
hear you Kristie” he said elongating her nipple to the unbelievable with his
left hand.
Kristie
tried to evade his hands, his regard, him; but all she did was fucking herself
more and more on her dildo.
“I see you
are wet” he casually commented to further humiliate her.
His voice
was a pitch to high, and it made other passer-by look and grin.
Kristie
wanted to die. Exposed, fondled and humiliated she could only endure whatever
happened to her.
I always
knew you need a man like me” He joked and asked Tony if he allowed him to take
some pictures for tomorrow’s edition.
Kristie
hysterically shook her head and whimpered all she could, but that only
encouraged him.
“This
story is going to beat Lucy’s one” He commented after taking hundreds of pics.
“As for
the name” he said to Tony “being the leader of DOLL’s why not ‘Fuckdoll’ or
‘Dolt’ but I think it’s funnier to keep her old name, just for all the people
who know her."
If
Kristie’s nightmare was running at full, Piggy’s was about to start.
Entering
the school grounds she saw thousand of eyes grinningly looking at her.
To be
continued…
The New
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