Crime and Punishment

By Ashtree

The following is a work of fiction/fantasy. It is not meant to condone or encourage forced sexual acts between females.

Shit, thought Clare, she was in trouble this time. The shop owner was glaring at her across her desk in the back office of the shop she'd just been caught shop-lifting from, and this time Clare knew she couldn't talk he way out of it. Not that she was bothered about anything as simple as her parents finding out; she hadn't seen them for over 10 years, nor was she bothered about the Council Children's Home being informed – what could they do? Sometimes she thought they wouldn't notice if she just vanished from the face of the earth. No, what she was bothered about was that the shop owner had just informed her she was going to call the Police, and that, given Clare's previous record could very well spell prison.

“How old are you, girl?” The owner demanded, eyes narrowing

“17” Clare mumbled.

“You look younger, even so your parents won't be too pleased to hear about this, will they?”

“If I knew where they were, probably not.” Clare agreed.

“Don't get clever with me, you're in enough trouble as it is.”

Clare glanced up. “I wasn't being clever, I haven't seen them for about 10 years, I've been in Council Homes ever since.” Her voice welled up as if with tears at this point.

“Don't try and play for sympathy, my dear, you're a thief and I don't go for any of this liberal society-is-to-blame crap.” The owner quickly cut through the potential waterfall.

“I'm not, but don't think the Home will care about this, they wouldn't notice if I never went back, so this would just be a way of letting them know I'm still in the area.”

“Come off it, girl, are you saying the Council Home wouldn't notice if you just ran off?” The owners voice took on an interested air.

“No, I'm 17, they can't legally keep me there against my will.”

“But they must know roughly where you are, surely?”

“No, I come and go as I please, that's it.”

The owner sat for a moment deep in thought, then she leant over her desk.

“Well, I'm sorry to hear your tale of woe, but shoplifting is a crime and I always prosecute.”

Clare merely shrugged, but inside she was cursing the cow.

The owner picked up the phone on her desk and tapped out a number.

“Hello, is that the Police? Good, it's the jewelers in Green Street here, could you send an officer round I have a shoplifter in my office. Yes, that's right. She say's she's from the Council Home, I don't know her name, no. I can only guess what's going on up there as she says she wouldn't be missed if she just vanished, yes it's scandalous. Describe her?”

The owner cupped her hand over the mouthpiece and addressed Clare.

“They want to know what you look like in case you've been put on any missing persons register, stand up.”

Clare did as she was told and stood in front of the desk. The owner removed her hand from the telephone's mouthpiece.

“About 5' 6”, dark short hair, brown eyes, slim build, that' about it really. You'll send someone over right away, thanks, bye.”

Clare stared at the ground while the rather formal description of her was relayed over the phone she could have added so much more if asked such as how she was raped at age 13, how she'd dabbled in drugs, both hard and soft, and had generally had a shit time so far in life. But she guessed neither the owner nor the Police would want to know.

About 20 minutes later there was a knock at the door and in response to the owner's summons a female officer of the law came in. She was in her mid 20's, about 10 years younger than the shop owner. Her uniform fitted her well, and showed off the fact she had a fine figure underneath. Her hat was making a valiant effort to keep her blonde hair under wraps. Clare thought that times must be slack at the Police Station as the WPC looked like she'd got dressed in a hurry.

The WPC strode over to the owner.

“WPC Sharon Dennehy, what's the problem?”

“Valerie Henderson.” The owner said shaking her hand. “The problem is this stuff” and with that she waved her hand at a few earrings on her desk. “Was in this girls bag.” And with that she waved her hand at Clare

“I see.” Sharon said. “You two better come down the Station, some of that jewelry looks expensive and I gather you want to press charges.”

“Well, I do,” Valerie began “ but does that mean I'll have to shut the shop.”

“I'm afraid so, it could take some time as well, this girl may look 16 but we have to make sure, otherwise we could end up in a lot of trouble.”

“Yes, I understand, give me 5 minutes.”

While Valerie went off to secure the shop, Sharon turned to the now frightened girl.

“Who's been a silly girl then?” She sneered in a way that somehow alarmed Clare. “OK, on your feet, hands behind your back” Sharon then snapped, as Clare obeyed she felt the cold bracelets of the handcuffs manacle her wrists together.

Just then Valerie re-appeared and all three of them trooped out of the back of the shop into the deserted private car park at the rear. Clare was surprised to see that she was being led towards an unmarked car instead of the Police car she was expecting. The passenger door was opened and Sharon guided her into the seat, no easy feat given that Clare's hands were bound behind her. As Sharon fastened the seat belt around her Clare couldn't help noticing that her hands seemed to linger a bit too long on her breasts.

Soon though they were underway, suddenly Valerie spoke.

“Sharon, is this going to take long?”

“Could well, yes. Why?”

“Well, it's just that my dog's at home all on his own and hasn't been fed all day, is there any chance we could call by on the way, I'll only be a few minutes.”

“Shouldn't really, but it is nearly 6, ok, where do you live?”

Valerie's house was actually about 3 miles out of town, an old farmhouse secluded from the main road in it's own grounds. As the car ground to a halt on the gravel Valerie started to get out but Sharon interrupted her.

“Ah, if you go in we have to come to, I can't be left alone in the car with a suspect, regulations you know.”

“OK” Valerie replied, “The dog won't bite.”

As Sharon undid Clare from her belt once more her hands seemed to linger on the prisoners full breasts, but not long enough to cause too much suspicion. Then she was pushed rapidly towards the house, which, Clare had noticed, Valerie had sprinted across the driveway to open.

Valerie held the door open for them both to go inside then shut it with a large slam.

“This way, where's the damn animal?” Valerie strode down the hallway calling her dog's name. “Strange, he must be upstairs, come on”

Valerie led the way, and Clare couldn't help wonder why she had to come to, but when she opened her mouth to ask Sharon pushed her firmly in the back so she nearly stumbled up the stairs. On the landing Valerie went into various rooms whistling whilst Sharon and Clare stood and waited, as Valerie went into one particular room Sharon turned Clare away from the doorway as if there was something she shouldn't see. Suddenly Clare's world went black.

Valerie came out of the last room clutching something in her hand, it was a hood and she slipped it over Clare's head. Before the startled girl could react Sharon had bent down and grabbed her ankles as Valerie grabbed her under the arms. The 2 of them carried the struggling girl into their bedroom and threw her on the bed. They both pinned her kicking legs as they removed her shoes, Valerie reached up and undid the buttons on her jeans and Sharon pulled them down and off while Valerie whipped off the girls knickers.

Ignoring Clare's desperate, muffled screams Sharon held Clare's ankles together while Valerie bound them with a tight cord. Then Sharon briefly unlocked the handcuffs long enough for Valerie to pull Clare's t-shirt off and remove her bra, then the handcuffs were replaced. Finally Clare was rolled onto her back, her hood was removed and her own knickers were pushed into her mouth and held in place by another cord.

The 2 women lay either side of their helpless, struggling captive. Clare's shrieks were still loud despite her gag so Valerie slapped her round the face a couple of times to quieten her.

“OK, honey, I'm going to leave the gag in just long enough for me to explain your situation, then I'll remove it and you can decide what to do. Besides we'll need your mouth soon.” As Valerie was saying this she and Sharon were letting their hands roam all over the bound girls body, Sharon in particular.

Valerie continued as Sharon forced her fingers between Clare's thighs and lowered her mouth onto her breasts. “We've kidnapped you, for a few hours you're ours to play with as we like, as you yourself said no-one will miss you. In a few seconds I'll remove your gag but I'd like to remind you of how isolated the house is, and that if you scream we'll beat the shit out of you.” All the while Valerie was talking Sharon was licking and nibbling Clare's breasts and working her fingers into her pussy despite the way Clare clamped her thighs shut. Suddenly Sharon bit hard on the girl's tit.

“Listen you bitch.” Sharon shouted. “Open your fucking legs or you'll really discover what pain is.” Reluctantly Clare obeyed and felt Sharon's fingers slide in as her tongue returned to her breasts.

Valerie now began to untie Clare's gag. “Don't scream, or else.” She grimly warned her.

As the gag was removed Clare gulped in the fresh air, then, once she was refreshed she spat out her venom. “You fucking bitches, you can't keep me here for ever, I'll go straight to the cops, I don't care if your sick girlfriend is one of them. Aaah” Her sentence was cut off as Sharon it hard on her nipple at the disrespectful reference.

“2 things.” Valerie calmly began. “One, Sharon isn't a cop. That was just a uniform we picked up one day for a kinky game, it came in very handy today though, didn't it? Secondly, you're right we can't keep you here forever, but we don't have to. We know a couple of people who'll be very interested in you; I guess you'd call them slavers. There's always a market for young things like you that aren't missed. You see, your future from now on is to be hired out as a sex object to any woman who's willing to pay you'll have no say in the matter, you'll just be there to be used and abused. It's strictly no men, so you'll have no horrid cocks shoved in you but I gather strap-ons are permitted.”

Clare's eyes widened with fear. “You're lying.” She shouted.

“Am I?” Valerie raised an eyebrow and reached for the bedside phone, as she began to dial she continued “Don't worry, if you're really good in the next couple of hours we'll have you back sometime. Hello? Is that the office? Hi it's Valerie here. Fine thanks. Listen I've got someone here you might be interested in. She's 17, and guaranteed untraceable. Well let's just say she's absconded from a Council Home and they're not too bothered about her. Ah ha, yes. Well, I'm sure we can negotiate a price once you see her. Tonight if possible, we don't really have your facilities to keep her.7.30? That'd be fine. Oh yes I think we can keep her occupied until then. Love to you both, see you later” She put the phone down, punched the air in delight and turned to Sharon who was now kissing her way down Clare's stomach. “They'll be here in a while, so we can play as much as we like until then.”

“OK,” Sharon replied and immediately got off Clare and began to undress hurriedly as did Valerie, both women grinned wickedly at Clare as they did so. Once they were undressed Clare could see the difference in their bodies; Valerie looked as if she worked out – there was hardly an ounce of fat on her body while Sharon looked slightly overweight. When both were naked they climbed back onto the bed next to Clare and began to unite her

“You can't get away, and besides we need your fingers soon little one.” Sharon bluntly informed her, and then she grabbed a handful of Clare's hair and tilted her head back. Slowly she lowered her breasts onto Clare's face. “Come on, slut, suck them.”

At first Clare kept her mouth firmly closed but a few vicious yanks on her hair prised her lips open and Sharon forced one of her nipples in. She began to rock Clare's head backwards and forwards on her tit and her eyes rolled upwards in delight. Valerie meanwhile was kissing and licking Clare's thighs up towards her pussy, she pushed her legs open and flicked her tongue over the poor girls lips. This was the first time Clare had ever had another woman go down on her and she gave a sort of convulsive twist as if to escape, Valerie laughed and held Clare's bucking hips down and proceeded to lap at Clare's open pussy.

Sharon took her breast out of Clare's mouth and began to kiss the girls face and neck, the excitement of the situation was beginning to make her lose control and she started to whisper in Clare's ear as she nuzzled the girls neck.

“Christ, you're beautiful. Just lie still and enjoy it, you'll love it.” She muttered, before dropping her lips onto Clare's neck and giving her a savage love bite. Clare twisted as best she could to avoid this but the combination of the two women easily held her down.

“Ah, don't you like that, sweetheart?” Sharon gently chided her. “Try this instead”

With that she clambered up on top of Clare and sat astride her, her thighs wrapped round Clare's neck. Then as Valerie continued to lick away at Clare's pussy Sharon gripped Clare's hair in her hands and forced her own pussy onto Clare's reluctant mouth.

“Mmmfffgh” Clare tried to protest, but Sharon's fearsomely tight grip on her hair, and the equally tight grip of thighs meant her protests were in vain and soon the taste of Sharon's pussy began to fill her mouth.

Both Sharon and Valerie were close to orgasms now, Valerie slipped a hand between her legs to finger herself to a climax and Sharon ground her crotch harder onto Clare's lips.

Clare could feel herself being violated and she knew there was nothing she could do, she had to open her mouth to let in a bit of air and this let Sharon's juices seep in, the thighs round her neck gripped tighter she orgasmed into Clare's mouth. At the same time Clare could feel Valerie's tongue working faster and faster on her pussy and to her shame she began to relalise she was being turned on by it. Then the tongue between her legs went into frenzy as Valerie herself came, and spitefully she bit Clare's pussy lips as she did.

Temporarily sated both women lay on their backs at the side of their sobbing, humiliated captive. Valerie spoke first.

“They'll be here soon we'd better get her ready to go, seems a shame really, but I guess that's how it is.”

“Okey dokie” Sharon replied reaching down onto the floor to get the cords.

Rapidly both women seized Clare's limbs and bound them together, probably more tightly than was needed seeing as the girl was beyond resisting. As a final gesture they stuffed her panties back in her mouth and gagged her with a cord.

Originally the plan had been to leave Clare upstairs until the slavers arrived but the sight of her trussed up and helpless on the bed was too tempting and the 2 women lay on either side of the captive and tortures her breasts with their teeth and tongues, all the while playing with their pussys, getting off on Clare's pointless struggles and muffled cries.

They kept this going for about 20 minutes until they heard a car draw up outside, Valerie went downstairs, still naked leaving Sharon with Clare. Sharon couldn't resist taunting Clare with her predicament.

“Ah, poor you, in a few minutes you'll leave us and spend the rest of your life as a whore for whichever women want you, lucky them I say.”

Clare's eyes widened in real fear and she started to scream as best she could from behind her gag, this merely caused Sharon to laugh and start to pinch and prod the tightly bound girl.

“Oh, shut up, girl, face it you're ours to do with as we please.”

Just then the bedroom door re-opened and Valerie entered followed by two elegant well-dressed women.

“Hello Sharon.” The taller of the two women said.

“Hi Veronica, hi Hannah.” Sharon nodded at the pair while still letting her hands caress Clare's bound body.

“So this is the merchandise.” The shorter woman interjected, indicating the struggling Clare.

“Yep, Hannah, freshly caught and up for grabs. As you can see she's got a good body, she licks pussy well, and is totally untraceable. How much do you reckon she's worth?”

Clare couldn't believe they were casually talking about her as if she was an inanimate object; she tried to shout that she was a person like them, but it just came out as a load of muffled shrieking. Veronica walked over to the bed and sat on it beside Clare, gently she stroked her hair.

“Hush little one, don't cry, I'm sure Valerie and Sharon have told you what's going to happen to you.” Suddenly her tone changed as she yanked Clare's viciously, “From now on you're our property, all we've got to do now is agree a price. Tomorrow you'll be taken to the house of a woman who loves to get her hands on young things like you. Trouble is she's a bit rough and none of our girls who do this willingly want to let a 50 something dyke violate them, so when Valerie rang and told us about you it solved a stick problem. Hannah and myself have come here tonight to introduce you to what you'll have to do tomorrow. A sort of dry-run, or a wet-one if you like.”

Without waiting for a response she got off the bed and turned to Valerie and Sharon.

“OK, let's talk money. We'll give you 2,500 for her, or 2,000 and you two get a free use of her once a month for a year. Other bookings permitting.”

Sharon and Valerie exchanged smiling glances

“Done with the free use, you said you were going to break her in now, can we watch?” Valerie asked hopefully.

“Sure thing” Hannah answered for the slavers. “You never know we might let you join in.”

Victoria now began to take control of the situation and nodded at Valerie and Sharon.

“O.k. while we get ready why don't you two untie our little bundle here and lie her face down across the bed?”

While Valerie and Sharon went to work on the binds they'd tied unnecessarily tightly Hannah and Victoria calmly stripped off, they both kept on nothing but their stockings and suspenders and then they delved into the bag they'd brought with them and fished out two strap-on dildos and a thin whippy cane. They tightened up their strap-ons and, with Victoria holding the cane, moved round to the side of the bed nearest Clare's head. Victoria gestured for Valerie to pull Clare's head up from the sheets by her hair. Victoria stared at Clare's tear stained face for a moment then she brought the cane into view.

“Right, little one, let's begin wit your preparation for tomorrow night. Have you ever been caned before? I see from your eyes you haven't, well from now on you'll be caned a lot. For some reason our clients really like to inflict pain on gorgeous things like you, oh well can't be helped. Look on the bright side, you'll be in loads of videos, and if you're really good I'll even be able to sell you to your own mistress. I've lost count of the number of pretty little waifs and strays I've sold; hell you might even get sold overseas. I hope some Russian woman doesn't want you, they're particularly cruel. Valerie, could you hold her head while Hannah gags her?”

This momentarily non-plussed Valerie as Clare still had a makeshift gag in place, and then she realized Victoria's intentions. As she held Clare's head in a vice like grip Hannah pulled the existing gag from her mouth. Clare's mounting terror now had an outlet.

“Please, please don't do this to me, please let me go. I won't tell anyone, honestly.” Clare was now convinced that all she'd been told so far was true and she was going to end up exactly as promised: a lesbian sex-slave. “ Please let me go, I've done nothing to you, please mmfffghhh” The rest of Clare's plea was lost as Hannah rammed her strap-on into her mouth and held her hair tightly to keep it in place.

“Thank you Hannah. Now Valerie, if you'd like to grip our prospective slave by the shoulders.” Victoria walked round the bed to the other side. “Sharon, if you'd like to hold her ankles, thanks you. You might like to grip them hard, I fear she may try and jump about a bit.”

As Valerie and Sharon took their respective grips on Clare's body Victoria gently laid the cane on her buttocks. Her excitement grew as Clare's cheeks trembled in anticipation. The silence in the room was only broken by the sobs and gagging sounds coming from Clare's mouth as Hannah gently pushed her phallus in and out.

Victoria slowly raised the cane to head height then brought it flashing down. The effect was electric. Clare's whole body gave a convulsive jerk, but was easily held down by the two women. A long moan attempted to get past Clare's phallic gag as Victoria repeated the blow, the again. Soon Clare's bottom was marked with a series of erotic tramlines and all the watchers were trying to relieve the sexual tensions that were rising. Valerie and Sharon had their work cut out holding down Clare's bucking body but Victoria was able to finger herself under her strap-on and Hannah began to increase the speed of her thrusts into Clare's mouth.

Victoria couldn't wait any longer; she laid on two more vicious strokes then dropped the cane and barked out some instructions to Sharon.

“Get on the bed and get her bum in the air.”

As Sharon did as she was told Victoria moved onto the bed herself and positioned herself behind Clare, she knelt directly on her legs thus immobilizing her still further, then as Sharon raised Clare's battered behind off the bed Victoria thrust her strap-on at Clare's anus.

A searing pain ripped through Clare's body as Victoria pushed herself roughly inside. The pain felt as if it would kill her and her whole face contorted in agony.

“Wow, honey, that produced a reaction.” Laughed Hannah.

Victoria made no reply, she was in her element now, and this was the best part of her “business”, violating as brutally as possible some helpless girl. She glance at Sharon, she'd like to do this to her some day but had never been able to get the right situation. Now, though, she concentrated on the job in hand.

“Finger her pussy.” Victoria grunted to Sharon. “Val, pinch her tits.”

Both women needed no further encouraging and Clare's agony was increased as Sharon slipped two fingers inside her and began to frig away, Valerie slid a hand under and began to squeeze one of Clare's nipples, then sank her nails into Clare's breasts. Hannah yanked harder on Clare's hair as her thrusts grew faster and Victoria was pushing deeper into Clare's tiny hole with every stroke. The all out assault on her body proved too much for Clare and she passed out.

This didn't bother her assailants one bit, it was quite a frequent occurrence for one of their rapes to produce this reaction. Gesturing for Valerie and Sharon to step back Victoria slipped a hand round Clare's waist and lifted her backwards towards her. Hannah, guessing Victoria's intentions followed Clare's head and stepped onto the bed. She drew her phallus out of Clare's mouth and knelt in front of her. Victoria moved slowly so as to stay inside the now unconscious girl, and gently maneuvered them so as Clare was lying on top of her but still impaled on Victoria's strap-on.

Victoria held up a hand to momentarily stop Hannah, and then began to whisper into Clare's ear.

“Wake up honey, it's all over, we're finished, you can go now.”

This lie had the desired effect of bringing Clare back to consciousness just in time for the follow up.

“You wish, you little slut.” Then Victoria urgently waved Hannah in and Hannah thrust her strap-on into Clare's pussy.

“Aaaahghh, no please, it hurts, please stop.” Once more Clare's protests were in vain as Hannah thrust in and out, while Victoria pushed against Hannah's motions fucking both Clare's hole with equal intensity.

Clare's cries were now just a low whimper as Hannah slumped sideways momentarily spent. Victoria pushed Clare up and off her synthetic cock and rolled her onto her side. She undid the strap-on and rolled Clare onto her back, she sat astride her neck with her pussy inches from Clare's face.

“There, that wasn't too bad was it? But there's still 2 things a good lesbian whore must do.” Without looking round she set out some new instructions for Valerie and Sharon. “ Can you two grab an leg each and pull them apart as far as you can. Hannah if you'd like to do what you do best.”

Clare couldn't see anything other than Victoria towering over her but she felt Valerie and Sharon grab her ankles and pull them apart with typical roughness. What she couldn't see was Hannah greasing up one of her hands.

Hannah knelt on the bed between Clare's legs. “Ready Victoria.”

“O.k. Now little one you're going to lick me out. Meanwhile Hannah will attempt to slide her entire hand into your pussy. If you manage to make me come I'll tell her to stop, if you don't make me come I'll let her continue until she's in up to the elbow, understand?” A sharp blow across the face reinforced the hopelessness of Clare's position. “Right, let's go.”

Victoria pushed her pussy onto Clare's lips as Hannah began to slide her lubricated hand into Clare's pussy. Clare's' desperate struggles were easily dealt with by Valerie and Sharon whose pussy's were on fire at this show.

Victoria was so aroused she would normally have come as soon as Clare's tongue made contact with her pussy lips but she was a past-mistress at holding back her orgasms when needed and she wanted to make sure Hannah got quite a way in before she came.

“Come on, bitch, try harder, come on lick me”

All Clare could feel was a searing pain as Hannah eased more and more of her hand into her pussy, sharp tugs on her hair reminded her that the only way to stop the pain below was to lick the pussy of the heartless bitch who was organizing all these cruelties. Reluctantly, yet willingly she flicked her tongue over Victoria's pussy lips. She sensed a sudden tightening of Victoria's thighs round her face then heard her cry.

“Yes, yes, ah that's good, ah you bitch, you little slut, that's good, aaaaahh”

Hannah was desperately fingering herself to a climax too as she finally managed to ease her whole hand inside Clare. Valerie and Sharon were simply dumbstruck at this awesome display of lesbian domination.

Victoria finally unclamped her thighs from Clare's face and allowed the girl to come up for air; her lips still glistened from Victoria's come. Hannah, none too gently pulled her hand from within Clare's pussy and a silence, punctuated only by Clare's sobs mixed with her gasps for air, descended.

Typically it was Victoria who broke the silence.

“Right, let's get our merchandise home. Hannah, you and Sharon get dressed and get the car into the garage, I don't want anyone to see us putting this little sweetie into the boot.”

Clare realized what was about to happen.

“Oh God, please don't do this, please let me go, I beg you.”

Victoria suddenly turned on her with a fury.

“Shut it, bitch. You're ours now, we paid good money for you and you'll make us good money back doing what we want when we want and with who we want, get it?” And with a fearsome slap across the face she finished the debate.

Hannah and Sharon hurried downstairs to sort out the car while Victoria, still wound up, gagged Clare in a savage move.

As both Victoria and Valerie dressed Victoria suddenly turned to Valerie.

“If you ever get tired of Sharon give me a call, I can always find a use for her.”

Valerie pondered this a moment.

“Would I get Hannah as my slave then?”

Victoria shrugged “It could be arranged, I suppose.”

Valerie nodded at her. “I'll think about it.” Then changing the subject “Do you want her dressed?” she asked pointing at Clare

“No, I don't think I've finished with her tonight. I'll take her clothes though.”

Both women hurried Clare out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen, and then into the garage where Sharon and Hannah were waiting by the car.

As Clare saw the open boot of the car and her plight finally sank in she attempted to struggle but the 4 women had no trouble restraining her and binding her into immobility, then Sharon and Hannah lifted her into the boot, just before closing it Sharon kissed Clare lightly on the forehead.

“See you again honey, enjoy tomorrow.”

Victoria spoke next.

“I'll drop the money round next week, hopefully our client tomorrow will make a video of our new girl here, I'll get a copy sorted out for you. O.k. let's get her home.”

They all kissed goodbye and Valerie and Sharon watched the car disappear down the driveway, both wondered if they'd ever see Clare again. Then they turned to go back in the house, as Sharon led the way Valerie watched her and couldn't help remembering Victoria's offer.