Paul Moore - Pleasure Pets Buch

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Pleasure Pets

Jeri works for Senator Trollings, a homophobic tyrant and commits the unspeakable offence of letting him know she is a lesbian.
Whilst out for a drive with her girlfriend, Jeri and Pixie are arrested by State Troopers for a broken light (which the Troopers had just broken), for carrying eupho (which they had planted) and then accused of resisting arrest, immediately putting them into the hands of the terrifying State.
From then on the only way is down, when Jeri and then Pixie find themselves in the interrogation unit and then, eventually sold off to be Pleasure Slaves, answerable to all, protected by no one!

From the book: ‘ … Every morning, two male handlers would come in to hose her down and put her to work. They put a rubber helmet over her head.
The rubber ball they forced into her mouth was the handle of a toilet brush and the bristles sprouting from her face resembled an insect tongue.
Unable to see, she had to depend on her sense of touch. If she worked too deep with the brush, she would dip her nose in the noxious water.
The smell of disinfectant had become familiar.
When Jeri thought that a toilet was clean, she crawled backwards a pace and waited for the handlers to inspect.
The penalty for failing to scrub a toilet properly was ten strokes on the buttocks with a wooden paddle.
"You missed a spot," a male voice would growl more often than not.
Whimpering around the ball in her mouth, Jeri would elevate her bottom to offer it up to the paddle, counting silently as the blows rocked her.
Then she would scrub the toilet again before a pull on her leash directed her to the next stall.
There were a dozen of them.
She used a different brush to clean the urinals.
The handle of this brush was a blunt cone inserted into her anus.
Jeri had to back up to the fixture and swing her hips to work the brush.
It was humiliating to bump and grind while the men looked on; it was meant to be.
The handle rocked inside her, and her scorched buttocks often came into contact with the icy porcelain.
When she failed inspection, the ten stroke penalty was delivered by a leather strap across her belly and thighs.
Sometimes it nipped at her breasts.
When the fixtures were clean, the hood was removed and the men had her wash the floor with a brush she held in her mouth.
The brush in her bottom remained until one of the men decided to sodomise her.
They liked to see her little tail sway as she worked.