Taken Before Dawn

Chapter Three-2

The world had changed its behavior, though it could never touch the spirit that still burned in unrepentant sluts like Paige...even if it took beer and good drugs to uncover the truth about the bashful female.

Carrying a third bottle of beer, she danced toward the shy guard with her eyes capturing his attention, and soon having the reticent youth’s face blushing red as a beet.

It was certain that Paige had never been so bold, so aggressive with a man or woman, not that she hadn’t harbored fantasies of such things. Must be something in that beer, she was forced to conclude.

Nor had Kara been so bold in her twenty-eight years. Just a step behind Paige in her response to the guard’s command, she began a similar dance, finding herself strangely excited by the keen attention paid to the movement of her bountiful breasts. They were perfectly formed, with large dark aureoles and hard button n*****s. Truth was: her n*****s had been an embarrassment to her all her life...until the moment that liquor kicked in. ‘Knock out’ would have been an apt way to describe her body; the trim waist, curvaceous hips and the dark swath of pubic hair between her legs, which was growing wetter by the second. Still sober enough to be embarrassed by the attention, but too drunk to really care, she let her eyes shyly drop as she continued to dance to the beat of the heavy metal guitar and rapturous drums. When she looked up next, there was Paige dancing in front of her, with the wispy blonde’s full pink lips forming a lewd smirk. Whatever body buzz was going on for Kara, suddenly took a flying leap in intensity as she eyed her companion lewdly. The shy little seamstress had never been so bold.

“Yeah, how about you two kiss?” one of the guards chimed in.

The two women were already moving closer, as if the suggestion was immaterial. Their bodies advanced quickly on a first hesitant try at girl-girl s*x. Kissing made them giggle. A little simple exploration of the other’s skin made them quake between their legs. Soon, the whole world seemed to swim around them, the moorings of consciousness having loosened their grip. They were in the room, but barely there. Touching but not touching. Kissing, but just barely.

What the men saw was intended to arouse them, the point of the night, the reason for the long trek down to the depths of the sub-basement. What man didn’t like watching two sexy sluts make love? In fact, they might have even waited for them to copulate...if they had the entire night to spend in their immoral pursuits. But like Hans and Derek in the storeroom above, time was not on their side. As soon as their c***s were pressing against the crotches of their uniforms, they began to move on the dancing females with their own need in mind.

The gangbang started slowly, but once the f*****g began, so did the free-for-all of clashing bodies. One guard pulled the giggling Paige across the mattress on her back and held her hands down above her head, while a second guard climbed between her open thighs and stuffed his c**k inside her wet-hot puss. She looked up at him with eyes so devilishly lit that one would have thought the forbidden fornication had suddenly tapped into a vein of pure desire. The force behind Paige’s impure lust was so shocking to his system that he lowered his head, closed his eyes and banged away inside her velvety snatch until he shot his load and another guard took his place...all to the tune of her anguished cries of rapture.

“Ohhhh yes...... gawwddddddddd, hummmmm, hum yes, more! Yessssssss!” Her wild screams filled the room, rising above the sound of the blaring music. Her body was on fire. Her fists clenched. Her toes curled. Orgasm after orgasm wracked her, with wave after wave of hard pleasure gaining momentum with every breath. What had begun seemed impossible to stop, not that anyone, including Paige, wanted the f*****g to end.

The fact that word had spread about their private party and the sassy cunts in the sub-basement, and was now circulating throughout the building amongst the guards, brought several more horny men to the concrete room.

In time, the guard holding Paige’s hands let go his grip, knowing that she was too far gone to wage any protest. He climbed on the mattress, straddling Paige’s neck and f****d her mouth with the same vigor used to screw her cunt.

The activity propelled the submitting female far beyond what was conceivable in her mind. Yes, she’d had boyfriends. She’d had s*x plenty of times. But never like this! Never! Her bleary mind screamed, as her fists pounded into the bed and the f*****g took her away from everything nasty and everything bad that had happened to her in the last three hours.

On the other side of the mattress, Kara lay on her side with a naked guard drilling her p***y from the front and another guard dipping into her ass with fingers breaching her virgin back door.

“No, no, please, no noo....!” she cried out in obvious distress. Something strange and deeply erotic had taken over the girl with the soft brown hair. Unlike Paige, for whom the intoxication was pure joy, the beer and the drug made Kara scared and aroused in the same shocking and terrible way. When the guard behind her finally slipped his c**k inside her ass, she shrieked, only to have that shriek swallowed up by the man in front, whose ardent lips pressed against her hungry mouth. She wanted to fling them off of her, in the same instant draw them deeper within her stunned body. Jostled and strained by the two hammering c***s, she felt as if she were in some bizarre limbo. By then, her mind was a miserable mess and she could barely think. And yet, from inside her belly were savage sensations that were impossible to ignore. Anger. Longing. Need. Irrepressible need. And then the orgasm...arising not just from her s*x and her impaled ass, but her entire body.

She tried to cry. In fact, the shrieks seemed to pour from her lips, but they went nowhere. The guard who f****d her p***y kept kissing her lips and inserting his tongue where her cries were crowding into her mouth, forcing her to swallow her protests like she would a mouthful of bitterness.

Somewhere inside her fractured mind, she heard the lovely sounds of Paige flying to the orgasmic corners of her psyche. If only she could do that! But everything in Kara’s body resisted the drug, the men, the mouths that kissed her, and all the f*****g c***s that rented her p***y with their sleazy crimes. She came. Of course, she came. A hard and ruthless tightening consumed her entire body. A dreadful fire swept through her. Tears streamed from her eyes, while her clawing hands dug into the one guard’s back, leaving scratches that would last for days.

For the last several years her s*x life had been strictly lesbian. In fact, she made a vow when she took her first female lover that she’d never f**k a man again.

When the two men finally pulled out of Kara’s body, the one in front rolled her over and stared down in her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked, as if he really cared.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me...” she uttered quietly.

“Of course, she’s okay. She came, didn’t she?” the other guard snidely remarked. He pulled off the bed and went to wash up.

The guard who remained ignored the rude remark and stayed around stroking Kara’s damp skin with a delicate touch.

“You’ll be okay,” he smiled, then he laid a gentle kiss on her flushed cheek

The longer she looked him in the eye, the more she sobered. Soon her sanity wrapped itself around her mind, restoring order to the chaos.

In the time it had taken Kara to be used by the two men, Paige had satisfied seven. Both women were emerging from the worst of their inebriation, though their minds would remain fuzzy until they were back in their cages and had a chance to sleep it off.

“We gotta get ‘em back!” a snarling voice rose above the noisy music. Almost instantly the pounding beat retreated into the background.

The room was vacated within sixty seconds, the guards scattering like mice to the far reaches of the building, while Paige and Kara were taken back to their cages.

***

Gunther was a proven expert in interrogating female subjects, although he had reason to believe that Holly would be an easy mark. She displayed all the signs of a snitch: the furtive glances, the mousy frightened body posture, with the way she hunched her shoulders and hugged herself as if she would otherwise fall apart. Most of all, entered into her file by the patrols that snatched her from her home was a note about remarks she’d made during her arrest, insisting that she was not ‘one of them’ and implying that she knew other women the authorities would want to investigate.

This was not an unusual ploy given the brutal circumstances of an arrest. Some women would have ratted out their family to avoid being taken. But Holly had blurted out a string of nonsensical statements that made the interrogation essential, especially when she mentioned Anna Perenna’s Daughters...an obscure cult that, until that time, had eluded the Reformation Authority. References to its existence surfaced occasionally, but there had not been one arrested female who had spilled information on its existence. Some thought it was merely an urban myth started by members of the less obscure Cult of Dionysus and the Sapphic Society, the two most flagrant organizations the Reformation had set out to eradicate as part of its stated mission. Not that these organizations were particularly well organized. They weren’t. However, most females who resisted the efforts of the State to curb aberrant sexuality aligned themselves with one of these factions, if not in a formal sense, at least in spirit. Guilt by association was common. Women who knew nothing of a friend’s treasonous activities were arrested just because suspicions ran so rampant that anyone could be suspected of subversive activities. A climate of distrust and wariness was so prevalent that females learned to trust no one, confide in no one and avoid any chance of looking chummy with another woman in a public place...especially if that woman was not an active member of an authorized religious body which gave its not so tacit support to Reformation efforts.

At 3:20 am, after Holly had been removed from her cage and walked down Corridor A to the administration’s interrogation office, Gunther entered the bare beige room with the blank walls and the dangling light bulb. Making the interrogation room as Spartan as possible was intentional, aimed at giving rise to dozens of movie and TV scenes that a subject could draw from, where the memory of harsh words and even harsher tactics would play havoc with the frightened female and hopefully invoke confessions...as well as information useful to the movement.

Holly didn’t need such methods to loosen her tongue. What she had to say had been rehearsed in her mind for months before her apartment was sacked and she was forcefully removed. She’d screamed when she was taken...of course, she’d screamed. They all did. But once the shock of her impending arrest had diminished, she tried to convince the patrols, pleading to be heard, only to have a gag slapped in her mouth and buckled behind her head.

In the bare beige room with the imposing autocrat was her first opportunity to talk.

Gunther viewed her with his trademark scorn to keep the nightmarish circumstances clearly in play. The black uniform of the Interrogator was intended to be intimidating, and his bold pacing in front of the shivering Holly only added to his threatening authority. Like August he walked with a riding crop tucked under his arm and let his victim stew in silence for a long while before beginning his speech.

Just before he started, he stopped long enough to be sure he had her eye, then he continued to casually pace in front of her. “I understand that during your arrest, you were eager to talk, that you had some particular information that you thought would be useful to the Reformation Authority. That is interesting considering that you yourself have been arrested on strong suspicions of subversive activity. I truly hope that you have something useful to say, because if not, I can get pretty cranky when I’m awakened at night and brought in at this vile hour. I don’t particularly like getting pulled in here only to find that some sniveling but guilty female thinks she can pop out a few names and we’ll instantly release her. That’s not the way the system works.