Bus control - 2
By Clara High
Move! – It was a gender police traffic checkpoint. A masked and heavily armed policewoman entered the bus’s saloon and started to give commands. The boy was in shock. The policewoman grabbed nearest man and pulled him roughly out of the bus. The boy was whole in fear and was slightly visibly trembling. He was not supposed to be out of his job right now. He was junior class servant in a house belonging to a Noble Lady. Now it was summer vacation season and the Mistress with Her closest entourage had departed to Her Villa near the seacoast. The work at home was not so intensive and duties slightly reduced. He had found a gap in the daily schedule and was escaped unnoticed trying to bring some medicines and food to his sic father. The old man was slowly sinking due slow but irreversible decease of his lungs. When his illness was discovered, the directress of the factory threw him out of work despite his desperate begging. It was all in accordance with low. The environmental conditions in the factory were heavy and inappropriate for man with such health problem. Relevant documents and recommendations were issued and the man remained on the street. Social dole was stopped after six months. Having not managed to obtain work due to his sickness and some hidden details in his documents visible for employment clerks only, but not for ordinary people, he lost his family home, heritage from his Grand Mother, because he was not able to pay all necessary taxes and his ex-wife alimony. After all that the man was living in social asylum, paying symbolic tax. His son given to him after the dramatic divorce ten years ago was now at his seventeen, time when every man had to obtain work, to study, or to become slave. The boy was lucky because the agency, where he applied for work found him job in a prestige place for relatively good money. With them boy was capable to pay all elementary expenses of him and his father and to visit evening school. He could even dream for college. With whole his forces he was working. Money necessary for his father’s treatment was very much difficult to gain. The doctor was taking a lot. She was prescribing medicines that were very expensive and unfortunately were not helping much, but it there was nothing else to do. Without these drugs his father condition was not controllable. Now boy was going to the asylum with these medicines just had been bought and remaining from the home’s female staff lunch collected secretly specially for his father.
The bus was looking as livestock transport. It was “men only” bus and was tickly packed with passengers, men. It was difficult to breathe. After first man flew outside the bus, few more followed. Police whistles were heard. The men outside were dragged and made to stand along the bus’s side. The women were using their sticks freely. Men were put in line very, very fast! Second woman came into the bus and started to push out the men together with her colleague.
- Take your luggage and move out! Quickly! Out! Out! Move out! – The sharp orders were given with sharp strong voices strongly modified by the masks and sounding metallically and passionlessly… The boy saw the policewomen to approach him. He felt their strong hands to take him. One woman caught his shirt collar and pulled him, while the other grabbed his arms from behind and started to push. They threw him out of the bus and he fell on the dusty ground on his face. There, another woman kicked him in the stomach and made him to stand up. Trembling, desperately keeping in his hands the bag with medicines he stood up and rushed to the bus side, trying to avoid new impacts.
Very soon all men were discharged and like sheep were pushed to comply with the orders.
- Take your documents in hands! Hands up! Support yourself at the bus’s side! Leg spread at the width of shoulders! Keep silence and don’t move! – He obeyed and froze supporting himself on the bus’s side. A few minutes later he felt a gentle, but firm hand to grab his shoulders and to pull him to turn. The woman in front of him appeared to be with one head lower, with girlish figure. Without the mask on her face and uniform on her body she could look very pleasant, but now she provoked in the boy mixed emotion of fear, respect and hesitation how to react. Her lavishly red lipsticked lips extended in smile discovering perfectly white purl like teeth. Her black eyes was penetrating deep in his soul. He didn’t stand the sharpness of her look and inclined his sights. Immediately after that he got a severe slap from her.
- Uh… uuuu… - he tried to take the IC (identification card) and the other his
papers from the bag. His hands were trembling. With the end of his eye he saw how one man was first made to kneel and to lick the boots of one of the masked policewomen and after that the same woman took him to the entrance of nearest building. Both disappeared in the dark entrance.
boding anything good.
- Y…Ye…Yes, Ma’am! – he answered in panic and eventually managed to take out requested things. Still with one hand, holding bag, up, he gave the set to her. She observed the IC and other documents and glanced at him.
that so?
- Yes, Ma’am! But, please… let me…
- Shut up, idiot! – a severe unexpected strike of her rubber stick on his head caused him to lose balance and to collapse in front of her. She started to walk around him like a she-wolf around her pråy. He stood up with difficulty still keeping his bag in hand.
- Speak only when you are asked to, or when you are allowed to, or when you are ordered to. Is that clear for you? – She asked calmly and coldly.
now: who gave you permission to go out from work?
- No one did, Ma’am!
here! – She shouted and couple of masked policewomen surrounded her and the trembling boy, ready to act.
-Please, Ma’am Officer, please, let me explain! Please! Aaaaa! – Another severe hit made his head to fly back and few broken teeth flew out of his mouth. Boy fell on the ground but he stood up hurry and stood in attention pose still holding the bag.
me! Another lies I suppose. Come on! Thirty seconds! I have no time. But first – what is in the bag? Open it! – He started to open the bag with nervously trembling hands, but she didn’t give him chance to and pulled strongly it from his hands. Due to severe pull the bag got torn and the content spread on the ground – a small glass bottle, few ampoules, syringes and small prolong carton box. Also there were few pieces of bread, miserable pieces of cheese and salami. The bottle burst on the ground and thick brown liquid splashed the area. Few of the ampoules burst too, while the others rolled beside together with the box. The masked policewomen looked at whole that mess. They were ready to continue beating him.
- What is that, stupid?- The first woman asked roughly – Do you bring drugs? Ha?
He is very weak and sic and those medicines were prescribed to him from a Lady Doctor. Now they are spread and my father will get worse and probably will die. I have no money to by another medicines. Oh! Aaaaaaaa… - The boy started to cry. Policewomen around him looked at him and his misery for some time and suddenly started to laud almost hysterically. They were like wild evil bloodthirsty witches from some terrible nightmare surrounded their innocent victim.
The boy was crying desperately under their laughing, while in one moment he jumped up and rushed with hoisted fists against the closest woman. With terrible wild roaring he made as if to strike, but the woman caught his movement, reacted with a lightning side movement and severe hit of her stick in his abdomen. The boy ruined a breathless. The women started to kick him regardless where their kicks were falling. They were stepping in wild dance of torture over that what just before were medicines. Everything was now mixed with the dust and destroyed. After a few minutes they stopped kicking and two of them brought his lifeless body to the other detained men.
- Put in the record – resistance at routine document check with attack over the patrol policewoman. In the bag were found some medicines – probably illegal and food – probably stolen. Beside all we have case of violating of prohibition for bringing food by men. In accordance with his own words he is connected with other men to whom he was helping with these medicines. There is suspicion for some conspiracy. That guy will spend a lot of time in jail, if not worse! – A masked policewoman told to her neighbor colleague. That made relevant records passionlessly. That circumstances were in thee order of the things.
- Collect the evidences! Move! – The first woman slightly slapped the face of a man from a group of blindfolded men knelt behind the line of the policewomen and guarded by other woman and removed blinding band from his eyes. She pointed to the remaining of the medicines and food. – And make sure nothing to be omitted! Don’t even try to think to eat some thing from there! I am watching you pig!
- Yes, Ma’am! – The man answered and robotically rushed to carry out the order.
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As form of forced male support to the Government’s efforts for establishing, developing and keeping good social order, to each Authority unit a male group was attached. Men included in such groups were obliged to serve with implicit obedience to the women in the relevant Administrative structure. Such groups were created and for different kinds of armed forces as well. Men in those groups were carrying out all necessary dirty and dangerous works necessary for the process started by the Authority. Men in such group were totally expandable. They were like tools in hands of commanding female officers. The women in the units trusted no man. If the work was harmful or dangerous men were sent to complete it. If the task was going wrong, the women in the units, for the purpose of final success, could even kill men. Even if the task eventually was successfully completed, men could be killed if they had made some, even the smallest mistake or if it appeared they to be afraid for their life.
In that case most of men were staying blindfolded and were waiting for orders. Having beaten severely one elder man for non-paying his wife’s alimony, which fact was fixed in special certificate, one of the women had got to the highest excitement. She was uncontrollably trembling. She kicked the man and left him to lie helpless and breathless. The woman rushed to the group of men, chose one man accidentally and went to him. She made hi to bend his neck back and opened her trousers’ deep zip. Discovering her temple, she sat over his face. Few minutes later her passion moaning was heard for all persisting men and women.
Enjoying his tongue caresses for few minutes, she, obviously unsatisfied till that moment, went to the service police truck, parked near by and returned from there with a dildo. She mounted it in the mouth of the man and fixed it firmly with strong bands. Having finished that preparation she sat over him again. She started caressing her body and breasts wildly. In same time she was pushing herself over the man’s head supporting him with one hand. She obviously was thirsty for strong storm. Hot burning passionate fire was torturing whole her nature. She was hardly suffering.
Her colleagues were doing their activities with passion not less than her and nobody was taking care about the good order, except two elder policewomen also excited, but managing to control themselves and the wardress of the male tribe.
The girl riding the man looked desperately around, but help couldn’t come from nowhere. Her sight met the one of one of the elder women. That stopped the forced service conversation with other her colleague and approached the riding girl. The girl stared at her desperate sight full with tears.
understood all. She caressed girl’s head with almost mother’s care and passed behind the man. She pressed herself to the man’s back and pushed it forward becoming such way a firm support to the girl’s toy. In same time she started to caress girl’s body and at the end her lips became one with the thirsty lips of the girl. Strong uncontrollable fever overwhelmed girl’s body. Severe passionate storm was about to burst. After long time of joint caressing, kissing, smashing, pushing, pulling, frisking and twisting both women were close to their pick. The younger was for sure. They started to play with each other faster and stronger. Both women were causing enormous pressure over man’s head and body. Their squeezing, pressing, twisting over him intensified. Contact of the bodies became extremely solid, pressing during caressing enormously strong. Man’s head was like a puppet’s one in a huge screw – press between the two female excited bodies. It was looking like both women were trying to suck up the whole juices of pleasure from some imagine lemon. The dildo was like a funny piston in that monstrous passion machine. For both women the world had disappeared and only they and that strange thing, that funny, and ridiculous tool for love playing between them existed like last remaining from a forgotten universe. In that cosmic scene of faery and stately explosion of love and lust no one heard a small inessential and unremarkable short cracking sound. But it really was unimportant. It even wasn’t a detail of the picture.
Suddenly a prolong groan flew out from girl’s lips, after that another followed, and another and another, each after each stronger. At the end trembling of the body changed in feverish convulsions and one massive spasm crowned the girl’s trip to pleasure. The girl and the woman froze in one last hot desperate deep kiss trying to prolong that last blast of the gigantic symphony of pleasure just finished few seconds ago.
hand. She was semi unconscious due to the experience just had past. The women separated each other and released the man from their firm held. His body fell down lifeless and his head came bump in a funny manner on the ground. A thin red trace was coming down from bellow of the dildo’s base in the mouth of the man. Obviously they had broken man’s neck unintentionally during the love storm that had swallowed both of them just a little time before.
one of the members of the male supporting group of the patrol. – The elder woman told to the other elder woman, keeping the records.
- All right! The prosecutor and the judge will be glad. Obviously we had just found some part of underground antigovernment movement. I have always said that the men cannot be trusted. Never! Did I tell you how my former husband tried to cheat me?
It is good that we are taking all I.C. numbers and detail of the passengers and after that we can find them and to arrest easily. Otherwise the life would become crazy. Can you imagine? My grand daughter told me that in the school in the break time while all pupils were taking breakfast some miserable boys were disturbing them begging and insisting for something to eat! All girls in the school were in shock, wardress had to apply many efforts to kick out the intruders from the school. It is, on my opinion good that the Government reduces the rights of education, voting and work for the men, but I also think that the State have to be more strict with them in all other aspects. How it is possible the private life and especially the life of the boys out of schools not to be under control. You know, we have no rights to arrest boys under fifteen. And why? Because they are children! And what? Is that better to leave them to walk on the streets and to make troubles instead to be kept behind bars, in institutions, in camps, ghettos or something like that from the youngest years?
- Oh! Yes… You are right. – Her colleague was under influence of just experienced pleasures with the man and the younger policewoman, so it was so boring for her to listen the other woman’s speech. Of course she clearly understood that her colleague was not given chance for amusement today, but what to do? She was not satisfied too. – How is going the procedure?
- It is almost completed. We have separated and blindfolded the violators. We can order the others to get back and to release the bus.
- Good! Proceed! Call please for the prisoner’s transporter. We must clear the ground for next inspections!
- Yes!
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The elder man was coughing terribly and difficultly breathing. He hadn’t got his
medicines for two days. In his bedside table’s only drawer, there was last remaining of
food brought by his son five days ago. He was almost in unconsciousness, but in his
weakness and delirium there was place for anxiety about his son. He had to come two days ago, at least he said so, but he didn’t. The man didn’t know what to think, but anyway he had not anything to do. The twilight torn time to time by lightning of pain fell over his mind. Severe pushing of coughing was tearing his sick chest. Red dark flaming pain was hitting his head.
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- Dear! From “Teresa” came signal. Some beggar has died there last night. Landlady asks permission for burial.
greedy swine! I could guess how she strips off the skin of these who live under her roof.
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