Trabbian Justice Ch. 03

Of course, the American women were much too dedicated to their scholarly pursuits to waste any more time away from their appointed tasks. They worked extra hard the next few days to make up for the morning spent observing justice being delivered, until one afternoon when the tropical heat became almost unbearable. Sarah moaned, "God, I wish there was somewhere to swim here."

Jennifer said, "I know there's a river about a half-mile away. I wonder if there's a place to swim and a way to get there without getting lost in the jungle."

"Let me go ask Thura," Susan volunteered. She returned about 15 minutes later, smiling. "He says there is a place to swim if you just follow the trail from behind the dining hall. He says it's technically forbidden, but many people swim there anyway."

Priya had a bit of a bad feeling. "Are you sure we should risk trouble after that little demonstration we saw the other day?"

"Well, Thura assured me it's alright and that many Trabbians and foreign guests have been there without any problems, so I don't see any cause for worry," Susan replied.

Jen seconded the idea "It's soooo hot, if I don't get some relief, I might pass out."

Sarah agreed.

Faced with the peer pressure from her classmates and the approval of her professor and the presumed permission of their Trabbian host, plus the fact that she, too, was suffering from the heat, Priya agreed to join them.

"So let's put on our swimsuits and go down to the clearing by the river," Susan told them. "I'll see if I can score a few cold beers from the kitchen. I think we've all been good and deserve a break."

About ten minutes later, the women assembled, dressed in two piece swimsuits and sandals, each carrying a towel. Susan had her small day pack with four bottles of the local beer she had found in the refrigerator. They left the camp on a jungle path, accompanied by the screech of monkeys and the cries of beautiful exotic birds. After a short descent, they reached the edge of the clearing where they could see the water directly ahead, looking very inviting.

Without further hesitation, the women deposited their towels and Susan dropped her pack, and they all plunged into the water, which was blissfully cool, having flowed down from the mountains some distance away. They floated and played, Sarah and Jen splashing each other and hugging. Watching them, Priya felt a strong urge to hug Susan but she felt far too ashamed of her feelings to act on them.

After a while, they got out and laid on their towels, able to enjoy the feeling of the tropical sun on their skin now that the water had cooled them off. "Boy, I'd love a joint right now," Sarah sighed.

"Are you insane?" Priya asked, incredulous. "After what we saw them do to those two students for smoking a joint?"

"I'm just kidding," Sarah replied. "Believe me I wouldn't do anything that stupid while we're here. But I would love one of those beers you brought," Susan.

"Me too!" Jen cried and Priya nodded that she would like one too, so Susan pulled the beer bottles out of her pack and gave each of them one and opened one for herself. They sat happily, enjoying the sun and the quiet of this lovely spot.

As they were relaxing, they heard footsteps on the path and looked up to see four uniformed police officers, two males, one rather young and fairly tall for a Trabbian, the other older and shorter, and two females, both strong and rather dyke-looking, similar enough that they could have been sisters.

The officers had their cell phones out, as though they were filming the American women. The four cops strode purposefully across the sand to where the women were sitting and stood over them with stern expressions on their faces. The older male officer, who appeared to be a Sergeant based on the stripes on his uniform, asked, in good, but accented English, "What is going on here? It is forbidden to be here. The river can be dangerous and people have drowned, so it is not allowed."

"We are archaeologists working at the Mongha camp," Susan replied, "And we just wanted to relax. Besides, our host, Thura, told us it was OK to swim here."

"I know Thura and I doubt he would say that," the Sergeant told her, "And even if he did, it's still against the law."

One of the female officers knelt and picked up one of the beer bottles and said something to the Sergeant. "Is this beer?" he asked the girls. "How old are you?" he demanded looking back and forth between Jen, Priya and Sarah. "Do not lie," he advised, "It will be very easy to check your passports."

"I'm 20," Sarah replied.

"19" Jennifer indicated.

"19" Priya added.

"I see," the Sergeant nodded. "The drinking age in Trabbia is 21, so all of you are too young to drink here. Where did you get these?" he asked.

Susan stood up. "I borrowed them from the camp refrigerator," she told him. "We have been working really hard and I felt my students deserved a break. We are visitors, not familiar with your laws, so I'm sorry if we did anything we are not supposed to. I will be happy to buy a whole case to replace those bottles."

The Sergeant turned to Susan and told her, "This is a serious matter under our laws. We have underage drinking, we have trespassing and we have theft of government property. You will have to come with us. Stand up."

Priya was puzzled and nervous over this show of force on the part of the authorities. She knew that they were honored foreign guests of the Trabbian government, and she imagined that they wouldn't want an international incident over such a petty matter as drinking a beer and swimming. Then, she thought about the two young students, their asses welted and bleeding over a couple of joints. 'Who knows what kinds of idiotic laws they have in this crazy country?' she thought. 'God knows, they might even cane people over something like this.' She shivered, despite the heat.

Before Priya could speak, Susan, as the oldest and most experienced, took charge, "Look, officers, we are very sorry. We really meant no harm."

The Sergeant took out his cell phone and tapped a few things into the pop-up keyboard. After a moment, it appeared he had found the site he was looking for. "I hope you ladies realize how much trouble you are in," he told the foreign women. "Read this aloud," he instructed, handing the phone to Susan.

"Students receive six strokes of the cane for underage drinking," she intoned.

The Sergeant took the phone back. "It's from the 'Pranda Times', an English-language paper in the capital," he told them. "Do you know what a judicial caning means in Trabbia?" The women nodded. Priya wondered if he knew that they had witnessed two of them.

"It is extremely unpleasant, to say the least. You will not like it at all." The other cops were making swinging motions with their arms and imitating the swish of the rotan.

After a moment's further scanning on the phone, he announced "Here is another," handing the phone to Susan again.

"Drunken teen partiers get ten strokes," she read. The students all gathered around, reading over her shoulder. "Three to be caned for trespassing at beach," read a third. All were dated within the past year.

Priya's stomach was churning. 'Could this possibly happen to them? Surely they wouldn't cane foreigners?' she wondered, suspecting that they might very well.

This is outrageous," said Sarah. "We were just trying to cool off on a hot day."

The Sergeant looked down at her, his face showing a mixture of anger and regret. "Maybe in America the authorities are willing to tolerate such behavior or excuse it with a small fine, but here in Trabbia we protect the public order. And don't think you will escape punishment because you are foreigners. While you are in our country, you are under our laws. In fact, I suspect the judge might even want to make a special example of you because you are from abroad. The law allows up to 18 strokes for these offenses; usually the judge gives fewer than that as you see from the paper, but he might give you the maximum. You ladies are in serious trouble."

Susan, looking ashen, told the Sergeant in a soft voice that they had witnessed canings recently and knew how horrible they were. "And don't think you can be found not guilty; we have your entire little escapade on video," the Sergeant told them. He touched the screen of his cell phone and showed them the video. They saw themselves swimming, their faces very clear, as was the fact that all of them were drinking from beer bottles.

Worried looks passed between the American women. "It would be very much in your interest to make sure that we do not make an official report," the Sergeant warned.

"What do you want us to do?" Susan asked in a nervous tone. "I don't think any of us have much cash on us back at camp, because there isn't anything to buy there. We were going to take out money when we went to Pranda."

"How much do you have?" he asked.

Susan conferred with her students. "Maybe 50 dollars," she told him.

The sum was met with uproarious laughter from the four cops after the Sergeant translated. Priya was puzzled by the reaction. Surely this was all a shakedown for a bribe, as was common in this part of the world.

"We would be risking our jobs and criminal penalties of our own for taking a bribe. You can't expect us to let you go for such a laughable amount," the Sergeant explained after his colleagues had stopped chortling. "I'm afraid it would require serious money."

Jen interrupted, "Look, if you take us to the nearest town that has a bank, we could get some money from an ATM. How much do you want?"

The Sergeant relayed this in Trabbian to his colleagues, who seemed to find it humorous as well.

One of the female cops said something that caused all the Trabbians to laugh. The Sergeant told the Americans, "Police officers escorting foreigners to an ATM would attract notice. And of course they all have cameras. Anyway, you could only get a couple of hundred dollars at one time from an ATM. For the amounts it would require to make something as serious as this go away, you would have to arrange bank transfers and that would be reported to the financial authorities. I'm afraid that is not possible."

"So, I don't know what we can do," Jen replied with real worry in her voice.

"The only possibility is to offer something other than money. You are all attractive women and I think we could make an arrangement if you were willing to be co-operative." The officers, both the males and the females, were leering at the American women as the Sergeant spoke.

Now it became clear to Dr. Gelden and her students what the situation they were facing was. Priya felt a chill run down her spine as she considered the possibility that she would be forced into sex with these corrupt cops. "What are you saying?" she asked nervously.

The Sergeant explained-"Just a little harmless fun, some relaxation from our stressful jobs. If you do as we ask, then we will let you go back to the camp and that will be the end of the matter. If you don't, we will arrest you and take you to the station. It is your choice entirely. Take a minute and discuss it, but then I must have your answer. All of you must agree or we will have no alternative but to arrest all of you."

The women formed a huddle, looking into each other's eyes for support. "No way, I'm letting those pigs do shit to me," Sarah proclaimed in her usual defiant manner.

Susan felt compelled to disagree, "You saw what that caning was like. Do you want that? I mean I know this is disgusting, but what choice do we have?"

"How do we know they aren't bluffing?" Jennifer asked.

Susan grasped Jen's arm and looked at her searchingly "Do you think really think they are, Jennifer? Are you willing to risk your butt on that-literally?"

"Susan, I've known I'm gay since I was in elementary school. I really don't know if I could stomach those guys and their cocks in me," Jen pleaded. "I could do those women if I had to, I guess, though they aren't really my type."

"Alright, let me talk to the sergeant and see what I can do," the professor responded. "Sergeant, may I speak with you in private?" she asked.

He stepped away from his colleagues and beckoned Susan over. They had an animated conversation for a few moments, before Susan returned to speak with her students. "Okay, he's agreed that you and Sarah only have to take care of the female officers. Priya, you and I will be with the guys, but oral only, no fucking."

Priya was almost too ashamed by the whole thing to speak, but she knew she had to lay things out, "I really don't have much experience with, um, sex, so I don't even know if I'll be able to, you know, satisfy them."

Susan stared at her. "Don't worry, I'll help you; just follow what I say and do. I don't think we have any choice. I think they are quite serious about what will happen to us if we say no. Sucking those creeps off will be disgusting for sure, but having our butts shredded will be worse. I think we have to do what they ask. Are we agreed?"

Jen and Priya nodded, looking resigned. Sarah remained silent.

"Sarah, we all have to do this together. Please, you can't be responsible for all of us getting caned. It won't be so bad-we eat out those two women and it's over. What's the big deal?" Jen implored her lover.

Priya could see that Sarah was having trouble resisting the combined entreaties of her professor and her girlfriend.

Sarah muttered, "What fucked up shit this is. Alright, I'll do it."

Susan turned around and looked at the cops. "OK," she said, "We agree. Jen and Sarah will take care of the women and Priya and I will do you and your friend. Then you let us go back to our camp. Deal?"

"Yes, professor, it's a deal. Now let's get to work, shall we? Susan, as you are the Professor, I think you should show your students how to provide oral relief in such situations. Please be sure that failure to do a first rate job will result in this party going down to the police station."

Professor Gelden looked disgusted but resigned. "You want me to suck you off right here, in front of everyone?"

"Yes, Susan, and I want your students to pay close attention. I'm sure a woman your age can give some valuable tips to these less experienced girls on how to please a man. Now my cock is impatient, so get on your knees and get to work."

Susan knelt down in front of the Sergeant and unbuckled his belt. The Trabbian cop watched her closely, a big smirk on his face. Next, the professor unbuttoned the pants of his uniform, opened the fly and pulled the trousers down, letting them fall to his ankles. Then, she worked his underpants over his hips and slid them down as well so that she had unfettered access to his cock.

Priya was interested to see that it was semi-erect.

"What do you think, Susan?" the policeman asked, grinning down at her. "How does it compare with your American boyfriends?"

"It's nice," Professor Gelden murmured.

Priya doubted Susan really felt that way. More likely, she was revolted. Priya's stomach churned at the thought that soon she herself would have to perform the same act on the other male cop. She watched as Susan reached her hand up to grasp the shaft and lift the organ to her face, then saw Susan extend her tongue, sliding it up and down along the underside of the shaft.

"That feels very good, Susan," the Sergeant said, with a huge grin on his face. His cock was now fully erect, standing up straight and hard. "Now take it into your mouth," he ordered. Susan slipped the head past her lips. "I hope you girls are observing carefully," the Sergeant said. "You might be tested on this later. Take it in deep now, Susan."

Having little choice but to follow his instructions the professor took the full cock into her mouth and began bobbing up and down. After a few moments of that, she let it out of her mouth and returned to licking the sensitive underside. "You are obviously very experienced at this, Susan," said the Trabbian officer with an urgent strain in his voice. "You have much to teach your students."

Priya was disgusted that her favorite teacher was being forced to suck off this vile Trabbian cop. She knew she would be forced to do the same to the other male cop and she wondered how she would be able to stand it. Yet she also found it fascinating how expert Professor Gelden was at giving pleasure. She imagined how it would feel if Susan were pleasuring her with her tongue the way she was doing with the cop.

Susan continued alternately sucking the penis inside her mouth and licking the underside of the shaft. The Sergeant's face contorted into a grimace. "Susan, I am very close to coming now," he said. "You will of course swallow every drop and tell me how delicious it was, won't you Susan?"

The professor nodded as she continued working. Very soon, the Sergeant groaned and pressed himself deep into Susan's face as he shot his juice into her mouth. He rested inside her for a few moments before withdrawing his spent penis. "Have you swallowed it all?" he asked.

Susan made a swallowing motion.

"Open your mouth and show us," he insisted. She complied and it was clear that the task had been accomplished. "Very good," he continued, "How did it taste?"

"Delicious," replied Susan, though the look on her face wouldn't have convinced even the most gullible.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," the Sergeant said with a mocking grin on his face. "But I don't think it's fair that I have such a good time while my colleagues get no release from their stress. I am sure that, being dykes, Jennifer and Sarah would know many ways to satisfy these female officers."

He said something in Trabbian to the two women who both removed their shoes, socks, pants and underpants and lay down side-by-side on towels on the sand. Pointing at Jen and Sarah, he said, "Each of you pick one and get to work. Otherwise, you will not sit comfortably for many months."

The two lesbian students looked at each other in disgust, but horrified by the prospect of suffering on the caning stand, Sarah reluctantly knelt between the legs of one officer, while Jennifer did the same with the other. They lowered their mouths onto the crotches of the officers and began licking.

"And of course," the sergeant continued, "Poor Garan, here shouldn't have to go without. Priya do you have a boyfriend? Do you like to suck him off?"

"No," the mortified girl sobbed. "I don't have much experience".

"Don't worry, dear," he told her. "You have observed Susan's excellent performance, so I am confident you can do well if you make a real effort. Susan, I suggest you sit next to Priya and guide her, since you surely know that her failure to do a very good job will have serious consequences for all of you."

Susan moved over to beside Officer Garan. "Priya, it won't be so bad. I will be right here to guide you. Come on, you have to do this, so let's get it over with."

Priya was horrified and scared, but she knew that she had no choice. Besides, how could she let down her professor and friends? So she wiped her tears on her arm and came over to kneel in front of the cop, who rested his hand on her shoulder. She could see the bulge in his crotch. Trying not to think too much about the ordeal ahead, Priya began undoing the officer's belt. Her fingers were fumbling, but eventually she got the buckle open.

"Now unzip his fly and lower his pants," Susan suggested. Priya did so. The bulge looked even more prominent now that it was covered only by Garan's underwear. Priya uttered a silent prayer that he wouldn't be as big as he appeared.

"Now take his underwear down." Priya reached her hands up to the waistband feeling the man's slightly damp skin. She worked the elasticized garment down over his hips. As she lowered it, his penis popped out, swollen and sticking straight out at her, the veins prominent along the shaft. She stared at it in horror, noticing the drop of liquid seeping out of the hole at the top.