Keira had originally thought she might spend her entire life in the closet, denying her lesbian urges and pretending to be straight. But when she met Bella, and they started flirting, and then kissing, Keira knew that she was going to end up fucking Bella – and if they got caught fucking unregistered, then they would both go to prison.
And not women’s prison – because it was felt that lesbians might enjoy such a place – but men’s prison, to be imprisoned with the men and used as their plaything.
It was, of course, legal for two women to fuck if a man was involved, and Keira and Bella could perhaps have signed a slavery contract with some reasonably attractive male friend who would let them kiss and rub their cunts together while he was fucking one of them. But Bella was reasonably certain she couldn’t cum at all if there was a cock involved, and Keira wasn’t certain, so they decided that the short-term degradation of registration was worth it for a lifetime of legalised girl-on-girl sex.
The first step required Keira to fuck five men, so that she could be certain that she didn’t prefer cock. One of those men had to be her father, to apologise to him for being a lesbian. Three were to come from amongst her closest male friends, who the state felt she had probably cockteased with a promise of sex that she had no intention of keeping. And the fifth would be a convicted rapist, to acknowledge that by not spreading her legs for men she was contributing to the frustrations that led to other women being raped.
Fucking her friends was hard. She wasn’t aroused for them, and they had to use lube, but all three were rock hard as they penetrated her, and all three ejaculated easily into her womb. She saw the moment in each of their eyes where they stopped seeing her as a friend and started seeing her as something they’d fucked.
It was legal to rape registered lesbians if you could make a convincing case that they’d cockteased you. She wondered if her male friends would make use of that law to have a second turn with her in the future. She suspected that they would.
Fucking her father was worse – not just because he was her father, but because for some reason Keira was wet for him. And when he fucked her gently, calling her his baby girl, she orgasmed. She didn’t understand it, and she cried with humiliation, and her father promised not to tell anyone. It was okay – bisexuals were allowed to register as lesbians too – but Keira *wasn’t* bisexual, or at least she didn’t think she was. Now she didn’t understand anything.
And then the rapist was the worst of all. He slapped her and choked her as he fucked her, and called her a filthy dyke – and Keira orgasmed from that, too. Her shame was overwhelming.
At the end of it all, Keira affirmed that she still *was* a lesbian, and she didn’t prefer cock, and so the registration process continued.
She was booked in for a breast upgrade. All registered lesbians were required to have breasts of bimbo-ish porn star size, to provide maximum visual entertainment to the men they would never fuck, and they were also required to dress at all times in a sexually appealing manner.
Nude photos were taken of her with her giant new tits to display online, so that the men she was forsaking could at least enjoy her nudity and masturbate to her humiliation.
A pregnancy test soon confirmed she was pregnant, which was a relief, as otherwise she would have to keep fucking men until she was knocked up. Lesbians were required to produce one baby, to fulfil their obligation to the continuity of the human race.
And finally it was registration day. She sat nude in the government office and signed the various pieces of paperwork. There was the document that acknowledged that, as a lesbian, she had no human rights. There was the document where she gave up her right to vote. There was the revocation of her educational qualifications. There was a document for her to out any closeted lesbians she was aware of, so they could be investigated and jailed.
Keira could have stayed silent here, but she named two lesbian friends she was aware of, as she couldn’t risk having her legal registration revoked if she was found to be complicit in their illegal lust. And besides, if her information contributed to their arrest, she would be allowed to rape them as a reward, and they were both very hot.
And then finally she was formally a registered lesbian. A medical officer came in and put a tracking and identification chip in her neck, and then tattooed a lesbian symbol above her cunt, along with her ID barcode. She was awarded her registration papers – and then it was on to the traditional registration party.
It was a wild affair – a joint party between her family and friend, and those of Bella – and it culminated in Keira and Bella having their first legal sex on stage while everyone watched. Bella had been dosed up on aphrodisiacs to help her get horny despite the men watching, and the girls rubbed their giant new tits against each other, and kissed, and then got down to the serious business of licking each other’s cunts.
And as Keira orgasmed from Bella’s tongue in front of everyone she knew, her huge fake tits bouncing happily, her greatest shame was the fact that she was remembering how good her father’s cock had felt inside her – and wondering if she could somehow make that happen again – and realising how much she wanted to see her father fuck Bella as well…
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