Chapter 1

The knock at the door was a bit of an annoying intrusion for Jessica Cox, who had counted on the solace of a dinner party with her friends and neighbors while some semblance of sanity still existed in the world. The Mormon housewife still shook her head at how crazy things had been of late. She ranted more than once, recently, to her best friends, Rosa Delgado and Sandra “Sandy” Mardikian, against the recent upheaval, but there was little she could do about it. They didn’t show any great enthusiasm for the changes, either, but they also exhibited no particular fear or frustration with them as well.

“Oh, let me get it!” Tammy Pho rose and rushed to answer the door, as if expecting more company.

“Alright, hands in the air! This is an official raid! You’re all under arrest!” the very masculine voice on the other side of the door declared loudly.

“Who ... are you?” Adishree Siwach demanded, being a lawyer herself, albeit licensed under the old regime ... everything was now up in the air since the government fell.

“Compliance officers, ma’am. This is an official raid and you’re all to be taken in. I know who you are, ma’am, but there’s nothing on the books to stop us now. Lawyering won’t do you no good anymore. Special Agent Harry Feldman. These are Constables Ulrich Ruttan, Jason Birch, Adam Gilbert, Denise Darien, Jackie Garner, Sven Sorsa, and Milos Janyadi. Come along quietly and we can salvage more of your dignity. Well, aside from the mandatory strip search, of course,” the team leader answered as he directed his agents to swiftly tear the clothes off the seven women attending the dinner party.

“St ... t ... t ... t ... rip ... search?” Stacey Goldfarb stammered in shock as her clothes were ripped from her body and the compliance officers began their cavity search.

“Oh, and cavity search, of course,” Harry grinned at that surprise before commanding his team to, “be sure to catalogue everything for safe conservatorship. After all, we’re not planning to seize it all. Most of this stays with the homeowner, of course. We’re not thieves.”

“What the fuck!” Melanie Katz reacted with genuine outrage as she felt the tranquilizer shot being injected into her arm, making her slump.

“Who ordered this?” Jessica demanded, just seconds before she was tranked, along with the others.

“None of your damned business, sweetie,” Harry laughed as they began carrying the women out.

Jessica came to much later, unaware that it was already morning. She felt a little groggy for the moment, not to mention a bit cold. She looked down and noticed that she was completely nude and barefoot, in a cell of some kind, but she wasn’t restrained or anything. Standing up a little, Jessica realized that she had trouble walking and felt something very ... odd and uncomfortable in her backdoor. Reaching behind herself to touch her crack, she spread her cheeks and encountered something lodged in her butthole. She tried to pull it out, but she instantly felt an intense electrical shock and stopped, yelping in pain.

“Don’t!” a loud voice barked at her, “every time you try to remove it, you’ll get a shock, so if I were you, I’d leave it in place. That microchip in your body allows us to basically do whatever we please to keep you in line. You have a butt-plug, and if you notice, there’s something in your twat, too.”

Sure enough, Jessica looked down at her cunt and found some kind of egg, which suddenly began vibrating inside her, making her react with a start. Why did she feel a rush of pleasure from it? That was wrong, wasn’t it, to feel pleasure outside of marriage and procreation? Mark was still missing, in fact, but she presumed that he was a prisoner of war, now that the Nation of Deseret had been conquered. The loss of his income had been rough, but so had the absence of his body, even if she sometimes used sex as a weapon by denying him favors if he displeased her.

Jessica didn’t do it often, as it tended to make things tense, cause him to be snappy and unpleasant with her, and the last time she did so was right before he was inducted into the Deseret Volunteer Army. Oh, God, that was the last opportunity that she had to be intimate with him, and now she might never have another chance! She had been so fucking angry that Mark had quit his job to join the military when so many younger men could fight and die in his stead that she had refused him her body. After all, that was why she had married an older man in the first place ... to keep him around and underfoot. Well, that and he had enough money that she didn’t have to work outside the home. She could be a housewife living on just his income.

It hadn’t quite worked out that way, had it? His military pay was forwarded to her, of course, but was a pittance next to his normal salary. She missed his body, truth be told, another reason why she didn’t deprive him too much, as he tended not to hold her whenever he was cut off, sex being tied to cuddling and other forms of intimacy in his mind. Besides, she really did enjoy sex with him and she didn’t believe in adultery, so yeah, it was rare that she gave him the cold shoulder, but the most recent time had been a horrible decision. She barely got a chaste peck him before he stormed off angrily to catch the recruit bus just ninety days ago. She hadn’t been laid or even held since that spat and she now struggled not to jill off or climb the walls.

“Oh, God ... please, if Mark is still alive and I see him again, I swear to You that I will never deny him my body ever ... ever again!” Jessica prayed for the millionth time, hoping that her Heavenly Father knew that she was sincere.

“Right now, worry about yourself, not God or your hubby. You might have a long wait for that homecoming or your next ward meeting, anyway. Especially since your local ward was shot up last Friday. Someone ought to remind your bishop about Romans 13, you know. Rebellion’s a sin, isn’t it?” a cold, curt, arrogant, undeniably male voice intruded into her thoughts and prayers.

“Look, it was secession, not rebellion. Utah declared its independence as the sovereign Nation of Deseret. We did everything quite legally and constitutionally, as the old United States of America collapsed and we had no desire to belong to the Provisional Government. Why should we partake in such a wicked regime, anyway? It’s a godless tyranny, not a Christian, constitutional republic like the Founding Fathers intended and God ordained and taught us through the Prophets Joseph Smith, Brigham Young, and their successors,” Jessica tried to debate the voice, getting only an intense jolt that passed through her body like lightning, but milder.

Jessica couldn’t help herself ... she pissed herself and the pee leaked onto the egg, triggering a new vibration that also affected the butt-plug. The two were connected somehow, she realized, though there were no wires linking them at all. Why did both devices start vibrating now, when only one of them did so earlier? All that Jessica knew was that the more she thought about her piss and the foreign objects in her holes, the more that they vibrated, the settings spiked somehow due to her fear, shame, guilt, and humiliation.

The more that Jessica felt those vibrations, the more pleasure she received from them, in turn making her feel guiltier, which then set off more vibrations that added to her remorse. It was a vicious cycle and a real crescendo of ecstasy as she squirmed and became wetter and sloppier with the effects. Jessica felt sweat pouring down her cleavage, which made her think of her breasts and how much Mark enjoyed them, along with her booty. She always had a good bit of junk in the trunk, as the saying went, as well as a fulsome bosome, and her older hubby always enjoyed the perks of marrying a girl with her figure.

These thoughts naturally made things even worse, and now Jessica couldn’t stop herself from spraying all over the egg lodged in her cunt. She came without Mark, she realized to her horror, purely from her own selfish fantasies and memories, even if she thought of him. Wasn’t this much like cheating on him, but thinking of him at the same time? Wouldn’t that still be cheating, just like this? To add to the horror of things, the spray caused the vibrations in both holes to magnify to a level that she lost control of her bladder entirely and pissed herself all over again.

“Yeah, I think that it’s showtime. You’re ready,” the voice announced, as the door to her cell opened and several men walked inside to grab Jessica and bind her to rings that hung from the ceiling and the floor.

Jessica realized, terrified, that she was now suspended in mid-air, with plenty of room all around her in the cell. A wet wipe was applied to her crotch, followed by another across her taint, and a third along her butt-crack as the sex toys were extracted from her holes. She breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn’t last as she felt the sting of a needle pushed inside her body. She screamed, only to feel another jolt of electrical shock pass through her in response to her scream.

That was when, to her further terror and resistance, a gag of some kind was put in her mouth and she strained to spit it out. She quickly became aware of the taste ... used panties? Hers, another woman’s, she didn’t know, but someone’s panties were in her mouth and they tasted like snatch juice as well as crotch sweat. Worse for Jessica, the flavors were delicious and she chided herself for enjoying the taste of a woman’s slit. She strained against her bonds and tried to speak, but in vain, as she was muffled and her captors laughed at her efforts.

When Jessica suddenly felt total paralysis below the neck, she panicked, especially as she wasn’t numb to pleasure or pain, just incapable of moving a muscle. She felt several licks across her folds and on her clit and strained to see a woman’s mouth on her pussy, which really made her desperate to break free and escape. Jessica realized that it was one of the female agents from the raid and she looked as if she thoroughly relished the chance to eat a married, straight woman’s gash. When the agent parted her cheeks, and she felt a tongue slide along her crack, even brushing against the pucker of her asshole, Jessica felt such an intense shudder that she lost control again and gushed into the first agent’s mouth.

“Why are you doing this?” Jessica tried to ask her, but it was useless to inquire.