In a desperate attempt to save the planet, the female president decides to make martial law takes place and women lose their rights to choose a mate, use contraceptives, and wear clothes.

Chapter 10: The Border

A line of police cars chase the vehicle of Amy Gonzalez and Lydia Garcia. Amy blows the smoke away from her revolver before tossing it out the window. She adjusts her flannel shirt tied together that shows off her bare stomach and cleavage, along with her cut-off jean shorts. These two items make up her only clothing as she sits alongside her partner in crime, Lydia. Lydia is also wearing a similar getup, complete with a pair of combat boots and a leather jacket. The two women look like a pair of outlaws, hot and dangerous.

a youthful mexican woman wearing a revealing small flannel shirt tied in a knot and wearing revealing minimal cut-off jean shorts is driving an old car next to a hot youthful mexican woman wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans and green tube top, driving in daylight down highway while talking to each other

They laugh as they watch the police cars behind them slowing down, the officers hesitating to cross the border. "Look at those pendejos," Lydia sneers, her dark eyes flashing with disdain. "They're scared shitless of the new American President's rules, and we're gonna use that to our advantage."

Amy nods, her long, black hair whipping behind her in the wind. "That's right, compañera. They won't dare follow us into the land of the free and the horny. They're too worried about losing their precious uniforms, or worse, their damn clothes." She revs the engine of their stolen truck, the tires screeching as they make a sharp turn onto the dirt road leading to the border.

Lydia leans back in her seat, her combat boots propped up on the dashboard.

"Looks like the fun starts even before we cross the border," she says, nodding towards the scene unfolding ahead. As they approach the border, Amy and Lydia see a line of cars in front of them, their windows rolled down to reveal women's legs sticking out. American border police are roughly pulling off women's pants, underwear, shoes, and socks all at once, then tossing them into a woodchipper. The sound of fabric being shredded fills the air, along with the women's screams and cries.

Amy's eyes widen as she takes in the scene, her grip on the steering wheel tightening. "What the fuck?" she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. Lydia scoffs, her dark eyes flashing with anger. "Welcome to the land of the free and the horny, compañera," she sneers.

"Looks like they're not just stopping at pants and skirts."

Amy's eyes flicked to the sign looming over the border crossing, her heart pounding in her chest. "Women's Garments Banned, No Sexual Consent, Mandatory Pregnancy upon Entry," she read aloud, her voice barely a whisper. Lydia snorted, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "Well, we knew it wouldn't be easy, but I didn't expect a fucking strip search at the border."

distant view of cards lined up on long road near the american border with overhead concrete sign, naked women in the cars, american officers pulling and stretching discarded women's clothes out of the cars

Before they could react, an American officer approached their vehicle, his eyes scanning them with a mix of lust and disdain. "Alright, ladies, windows down, legs out the window, tops off, let's go," he barked, his voice filled with authority.

Amy put the car in park, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at Lydia, who gave her a nod of encouragement before sticking their legs out both sides of the car windows. The officer approached Lydia's side first, a wicked grin on his face. He tugged on the laces of her boots, snapping them with ease before slashing them with his knife. Lydia's eyes widened in shock as she watched her precious combat boots get torn from her feet and tossed into the woodchipper, the sound of fabric shredding filling the air. She opened her mouth to protest, but the officer was already onto her pants. He sliced through the belt with a flick of his wrist, and with one swift motion, her pants and underwear were sliding off her ankles, her bare ass now exposed to the world.

Lydia gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she watched in slow motion, her clothes being whipped off her body and tossed into the woodchipper. The machine roared to life, shredding her precious combat boots, her pants, and even her favorite underwear into tiny bits of fabric.

"No, wait!" Lydia screamed, her hands flying to her chest to cover her exposed breasts, her jacket and tube top already peeled off.

Meanwhile, Amy barely flinched as the officer approached her side, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in her scantily clad form. She had barely any clothes on to start with, her flannel shirt tied together to show off her bare stomach and cleavage, along with her cut-off jean shorts. The officer's hands moved to the bottom of her flannel shirt, his fingers tugging at the knot holding it together. With a quick, forceful pull, the shirt was ripped from her body, leaving her upper half exposed. Amy's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing, her jaw clenched in defiance.

close image of naked mexican girl's cut-off jean shorts as she lays in car in daylight, shocked expression on her face, her hands are on her breast, looking downward

The officer's hands moved to the button of her cut-off jean shorts, his fingers deftly unbuttoning them. He slid the zipper down, an expression of surprise crossing his face as he saw the sprouting pubic hair instead of the expected panties. Amy gasped, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. The officer was taken aback for a moment, his eyes widening as he realized she was not wearing any underwear. He quickly regained his composure, his hands grasping the waistband of her shorts, prepared to slide them off. Before Amy could protest, he pulled her shorts down with two hands, revealing her bare, shaved pussy to the world. Amy gasped, her hands immediately flying to cover herself, her cheeks burning with shame and humiliation.

"How the fuck are we supposed to return to Mexico without any clothes?" she demanded, her voice suddenly raw and desperate. The officer chuckled, his eyes glinting with malice. "Not our problem, sweetheart. You made the choice to cross the border, now you gotta follow the rules." He jerked his head towards the sign looming overhead, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you give that a read, see what you've gotten yourselves into?"

Amy's eyes flickered to the sign, her breath catching in her throat as she read the words out loud. "'Women's Garments Banned, No Sexual Consent, Mandatory Pregnancy upon Entry. Welcome to America.' What the fuck is this?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. The officer shrugged, his eyes roaming over their naked bodies with a mix of cruelty and lust.

"Looks like you've got a lot to learn about the new America," he sneered. "Now, get out of the car. All of you."

Amy squared her shoulders, her eyes flashing with defiance as she stepped out of the vehicle, her bare feet hitting the hot asphalt. Lydia followed suit, her head held high despite the humiliation of their nudity. The officer barked an order, and two other soldiers approached, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They grabbed the women roughly by the arms, marching them towards a high fence topped with razor wire.

Amy's breath hitched as she took in the sight of the internment camp, her heart pounding in her chest. "This can't be right," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Lydia nodded in agreement, her jaw clenched in disbelief. They had expected a strip search, but not this. The camp was vast, crammed with people who, like them, were new entrants to America. They were herded like cattle towards a row of tents, the guards' eyes raking over their naked bodies with a mix of cruelty and lust. As they were pushed into one of the tents, Amy and Lydia were surprised to find it filled with fully-clothed Mexican men, their eyes widening in shock as they took in the two naked women.

big dark tent with two hot naked mexican girls with shocked expressions on their faces and their hands covering their breast, in the foreground are hot naked men

"Santa madre," one of them murmured, crossing himself with a shaking hand. Another sneered, his eyes roaming over their bodies with a mix of hatred and desire. "Perras," he spat, his lip curling in a sneer. "You're just like the rest of them, aren't you?

A couple of putas, looking for a good time," the man who had called them "perras" growled, stepping towards them. His hands reached out, gripping Amy's hips firmly, his fingers digging into her soft skin. She flinched at the sudden contact, her breath hitching as she felt his rough, calloused hands on her. The man's touch was brutal, his grip unyielding as he pushed her towards the back of the tent, away from the watching eyes of the other men. As he manhandled her, Amy could feel his hard cock pressed against her lower back, the rough fabric of his pants rubbing against her bare skin. She gasped, her body tense with fear and humiliation.

The man pushed Amy down onto a makeshift bed of blankets and straw, his hands rough and insistent as he positioned her on her hands and knees.

She could feel the prickly hay beneath her, the fibers digging into her skin, but she barely noticed, her mind racing with fear and dread. Behind her, she heard Lydia's muffled cries as she was similarly manhandled by another man. The tent was filled with the sounds of grunting, the harsh whispers of men's voices, and the sickening squelch of bodies coming together. Amy felt the man's hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he gripped her firmly, positioning her to his liking. She braced herself as she felt the head of his cock, hot and hard, press against her entrance. Her breath hitched, her body tensing as she awaited the inevitable invasion. He didn't bother with any prelude, his hips thrusting forward sharply, his cock forcing its way into her.

Amy gasped, her hands fisting the coarse blankets beneath her, the pain searing through her. "Puta," the man growled, his voice thick with lust and cruelty. "I'm glad I came to America. They keep throwing us Mexican pussy from the border, don't they?" He laughed, a harsh, grating sound that sent shivers of revulsion down Amy's spine. Behind her, Lydia let out a muffled cry, her body trembling as she endured the same brutality at the hands of another man. Amy gritted her teeth, her body on fire with a mix of pain and humiliation. She could feel the man's hands on her hips, his grip tight and unyielding, his cock slamming into her again and again, a brutal, relentless rhythm.

She gritted her teeth, her body tense with pain and humiliation. The man leaned over her, his breath hot and foul in her ear. "What happened to your clothes, puta?" he sneered, his voice thick with lust and cruelty. "Did you think you could cross the border naked and not get fucked raw? You're trapped here now, just like the rest of us. A naked woman in a camp full of men. What a lucky break for us, huh?"

Amy bit down on her lip, her body tensing as she tried to block out the man's words, the pain, the humiliation. She could hear Lydia's muffled cries behind her, could feel the tent shaking with the force of the man's thrusts.

The man's hands gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he plowed into her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don't think this will be over anytime soon, puta," he growled, his voice thick with lust and cruelty. "It takes thirty days to get pregnant, you know. And we've got all the time in the world here."

Amy's heart sank, her body tensing with a fresh wave of dread. Thirty days? That was a lifetime in this hellhole. She could feel the man's hot, sweaty body pressing against her back, his rough hands gripping her hips with a strength that was impossible to break. She knew she had to find a way out, had to save herself and Lydia from this fate. But how?

dark above view of hot naked mexican girl's full body with her skin glistening with sweat and very shiny, she is looking to the side, she is laying on hay, knees are bent

dark above view of the backside of hot naked mexican girl's full body with her skin glistening with sweat and very shiny, she is looking to the side, she is laying on hay, knees are bent, shocked expression on her face

dark above view of the backside of hot naked mexican girl's full body with her skin glistening with sweat and very shiny, she is looking to the side, she is laying on hay, shocked expression on her face, thighs visible

Her mind raced as the man behind her groaned, his grip tightening on her hips. Then, with a final, brutal thrust, he let out a grunt, his body shuddering as he released inside her. Amy felt the warmth of his seed spilling out of her, dripping down her thighs. The man pulled out, his softening cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. Amy gasped, her body tense with shock and disgust as she felt his semen trickling down her leg. Before she could recover, another man stepped up behind her, his cock already hard and ready. He grabbed her hips, his hands rough and impatient, and with a swift thrust, he slid back into her, his cock filling the void left by the last man. Amy gasped, her body stiffening in shock and disbelief.