"Broadcast Nudes"
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As the airing of "Junkyard Dykes 4" concluded, Lisa and Amy took their
places at the opposite ends of their living room sofa. Although Amy's
painted-on bimboish smile didn't falter, Lisa knew that her younger sister
was extremely angry and upset with her.

Lisa knew this because she had just finished anally raping her sister with
a huge, phallic-shaped piece of ice--in fact, the 17-year old's fingers
were still partially numb as she stabbed at the volume button on the remote
control. It had been for Amy's own good, Lisa reminded herself. At school,
all of the girls had had their tight assholes de-virginized today, courtesy
of a box of dildos which had been handed out to the class... but the fake
cock which had been used on Amy's ass had been twice the size of the ones
used by the rest of the class. And more was sure to come... because she was
two years younger than everyone else, she'd been singled out for added
torture and humiliation since day one.

Lisa had been Amy's "lab partner", and thus had been forced to bury the
enormous plastic cock in her sister's rear over and over. The sisters
hadn't even been allowed to use KY jelly, as the rest of the class had.
This had been the girls' punishment, after Lisa had tried to switch the
toys to spare Amy some agony. Lisa had done her best to slobber all over
the dildo first, but it had been woefully inadequate. She'd feared that she
must be ripping Amy apart...but she'd known that she could not stop... must
not stop... On the way home, she'd seen how Amy was barely able to walk,
wincing in agony with every step... so she'd filled a condom with water and
frozen it, and voila! the "ice dildo".

It was for Amy's own good, Lisa reiterated. Just as it would be for her own
good tonight, when Lisa planned to climb into bed with Amy and force a 69
on her sister. Lisa was determined to avoid a repeat of the morning's
near-tragedy, when Amy had freaked out in Brian's presence. After three
months, Amy was still squeamish about having sex with her sister...and one
day, this was going to get them both killed, Lisa feared, despite the fact
that her sister was extremely well-endowed and seemed to get extra latitude
for this reason.

On the TV, a news set appeared. Two nude women were seated at a news desk.
The one on the left, a blonde twentysomething, was grinning whorishly as
she idly kneaded her 34-B tits. To her right was an older woman, a
brunette, who looked like she was nearing 40 but was still in decent shape.
She was sweating profusely and trying to smile, without much success. Her
blonde partner leaned over and whispered a reminder to her, after which the
older woman reluctantly began rubbing her breasts.

Melissa Coulter smiled sluttishly at the camera. "WELCOME to the Brianville
9 o'clock news! Today was another GOOD day in Brianville!" Melissa's face
was flushed and her breathing was somewhat labored; it was obvious that
there was someone under the news desk giving the anchor's pussy a good
tongue lashing. (Probably Sasha, the weather girl, Lisa guessed as she
absentmindedly rubbed her clit.)

"Crime is down 95 percent! Isn't that GOOD!" Melissa looked at her partner,
who only nodded dazedly. The anchor looked down at the news brief in front
of her. "And, since it was legalized, RAPE is up 82 percent!" Throughout
Brianville, everyone sat in front of their TV sets and remarked loudly
about how *GOOD* this news was. The anchorwoman herself was radiant. There
were people who despised Brian and what their lives had become, Lisa knew,
and there were people who secretly enjoyed the situation and even used it
to their advantage. Melissa Coulter definitely fit into this latter
category.

Melissa looked over at her hapless partner. "Andrea, our new guest
commentator, is familiar with that *GOOD* statistic! In fact, weren't you
gang raped today, Andrea?" The anchor's wolfish leer suggested that she not
only knew the answer to that question, but had likely taken a delightful
role in the perpetration of the rape. (There had been rumors about the
young anchorwoman's bisexuality for many years.) The second woman nodded
mutely, her face grimacing at the memory.

She's not going to last one night, Lisa realized. Even Andrea's predecessor
had lasted two weeks before freaking out, asking the news cameras "WHY? OH,
GOD, WHY???" before she faded out of existence.

"Tell us all about it, Andrea," Melissa prompted. It appeared she was
having difficulty speaking, ostensibly due to the excellent oral workout
she was receiving from under the desk.

Andrea was staring into space.

Melissa reached out and twisted the older woman's nipple. "YEOWW!" Andrea
screamed, then focused on where she was. The smile returned "Ahhhh...
it's... it's *GOOD* to be here... yes... it's *GOOD* to be on TV... yes..."

"The rape," the news anchor gasped huskily as she neared her peak.

"Yes... th-the rape..." Andrea smiled so widely it felt like it would tear
her face apart. "The r-rape was... so... so... *GOOD*!" The brunette
thought back on the events of her day... how she'd been working at her
receptionist job, as she always did, when she'd received the phone call.
She'd been reassigned to the news studio... Then, when she'd arrived this
afternoon, the "welcoming committee", comprised of the entire news crew,
which had been waiting for her. They'd all lined up to take their turn with
Andrea, often in groups of three, four or five. By the time they'd
finished, it had nearly been time to go on the air...

She realized that all of the cameras were focused on her... on quiet, mousy
Andrea, who typically ran to the ladies' room for a good cry if her boss
raised his voice to her. "Please..." her voice echoed in the newsroom,
which was otherwise silent with the exception of the increasingly loud
yelps of delight from Melissa.

She's gone, was Lisa's horrified thought. Still, she found herself unable
to tear her eyes from the TV.

And then Andrea collected herself one last time. The slutty smile returned,
and she drew a deep breath, a breath which would turn out to be her last.

Her smile never faltered as she began speaking. "If anyone is seeing this
broadcast, please help. I'm in Brianv-- in Prattville, which has been taken
over by a monster. His...his name is Brian... he's so dangerous oh PLEASE
KILL HIM SOMEB-- OOOOOOAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Andrea's shrieks of agony intertwined with Melissa's cries of ecstacy.

And then the seat next to Melissa Coulter was vacant.

The news anchor, ever the professional, focused on the camera through the
waves of pleasure which were pounding her petite body. "Don't you stop...
get that sweet tongue back in my wet fuck-hole.... mmmmmm
YES.....let's...ohmigod... see what's.... ohhhhhh... going on in sports OH
YES RIGHT FUCKING THERE LICK MEEEEEEE...."

As Melissa began thrashing uncontrollably, the sports segment began
rolling. The video showed an outdoor basketball court, featuring a
beaten-up basketball hoop with a chainlink net. Behind the goal, various
gang symbols and mottos had been spray-painted on the wall. A group of five
black men were tossing a basketball around in a pick-up game. Their
"opponent" was a slender blonde of about twenty, clad in 6" stiletto heels,
a micro-mini skirt and a matching leather jacket.

The lopsided five-on-one "contest" was actually almost comical. The blonde
would dribble the ball about two steps in her pumps, then would toss the
ball in the general direction of the basket, missing badly every time. The
men would then collect the rebound, toss the ball around, then easily slam
dunk the basketball against their helpless defender. After each goal, the
girl was required to shed an article of clothing. Her jacket and skirt went
quickly; her pink lace bra took a bit longer as the men began toying with
her and dragging the humiliating game out a bit more. Then the bra was
gone, revealing a rather nice, firm set of boobs. The basketball players
let the blonde hobble around the asphalt for several minutes, her tits
bouncing as she futilely chased the ball from person to person.

Finally the men wanted to see more. With an easy layup, off came the
blonde's pink panties to reveal a cleanly shaved pussy and a rather
delectable heart-shaped ass. The game now entered "sudden-sex overtime", as
the girl had no more clothing to lose. (The 6" heels were not counted as
clothing, so she was required to keep them on.) In "sudden-sex overtime",
every goal scored meant that the hapless blonde was required to perform a
sex act with her opponents.

SWOOSH! A long jump shot, and the girl was on her knees, surrounded by five
throbbing black cocks which she took turns sucking...wincing as tiny
pebbles and broken glass dug into her knees.

CLANG! Another slam dunk, and the lucky player shoving the girl against the
brick wall, his dark hands finding and groping her cream-colored titties as
his black cock sank into her tight pink cunt. The other men groping her
tits and ass all the while....

THUD! In part desperation, part humiliation, the blonde trying to steal the
basketball away from one of the men, and coming up with only empty air
instead, losing her balance in her stiletto heels and careening to the
pavement as the basketball was effortlessly dunked through the hoop behind
her. The five men, celebrating as euphorically as if they've just won the
NBA championship, high-fiving each other as they surround the loser,
calling out "firsts" on her mouth, cunt and virgin ass, with the remaining
two competitors taking their turn with a handjob or by sinking their meat
between the blonde's impressive cleavage....

After throughly fucking, humiliating, degrading, tormenting and then
drenching the girl with what seemed like gallons of jism, the basketball
players thoughtfully collected her clothing, teased her with it by offering
it to her and then pulling it away, and finally settled on hanging it from
the top of the basketball goal. Then they left her there. She stood under
the basket, trying to jump high enough to reach her clothing.... but
succeeding only in causing her large breasts to bounce and jiggle like
jello. After about the fourth time of landing painfully on her heels,
losing her balance and falling on her bare ass, she gave up. The sports
reel faded out as the young blonde sat there naked, a mixture of tears and
cum running down her pretty face as she tried to figure out how she'd get
home without her clothing, and without being subjected to more humiliating
gang rape....

The newsroom faded back in. Melissa Coulter was still in her seat, her
head, bathed in sweat, thrown back as she screamed in the midst of her
sixth orgasm of the newscast. Finally she became aware that she was live.

"Oh," she grinned in embarrassment as she collected herself. "Um... well,
that's the day in... um... sports. Let's check the WEATHER, shall we?"
Melissa glanced beneath the desk. "Sasha, our weather girl, is here to tell
us ALL about it. What's the outlook, Sasha?"

Slowly, a cute young hispanic woman emerged from underneath the news desk.
Her face glistened with her boss' juices. With her completely faked lusty
sneer, she faced the cameras. "It's HOT and WET!!!" she announced, running
her tongue along her lips to lap up some of the pussy juice which was
dripping down her face.

The anchorwoman beamed as her subordinate dutifully recited the lines which
she, Melissa, had come up with. She'd spent a good portion of the day
twisting and biting the little wetback's nipples, till she'd gotten it just
right.

Trembling, Sasha stepped up to the weather map. With her smooth light-brown
skin and shoulder-blade length black hair, the Latin American woman was
beautiful in an exotic kind of way. Though she didn't have much up top, her
black padded bra served her nicely. The matching lace panties accentuated
her terrific ass, and the high cut design made her lithe, well-toned legs
seem to go on forever.

As she reached for the shopping bag stowed under the desk, Melissa couldn't
help but admire Sasha's slender, supple form. The weather girl's body was
so smooth... so perfect.

It wouldn't be perfect for long, Melissa reminded herself. She smiled
evilly as she pulled the long, thin rawhide buggy whip out of her bag. Life
was *GOOD*. Oh, life was ever so *GOOD*.


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In part 4, Amy loses it....