Entertaining Mistress

 

 

Women love to be entertained by male sluts using theirt ongues on each other before they submit to the dominance of a woman with a strap-on ready to use it to satisfy her own lust.

 

 

 

 

 

Uncertain Times Part Six

The same thought had crossed my mind but I tried to reassure Paula. I hugged her and said that the bandits would not want to be encumbered by useless males, they would be more interested in escaping with the valuables they were looting.

Besides which although our women had abandoned us when the attack had started I was certain that they would soon be back with reinforcements.

We snuggled up to each other trying not to hear the occasional explosion and shots and the all too frequent male scream and female shouts and laughter.

Suddenly we heard the sound of booted feet coming up the skirts.

We fearfully got off the bed and waited, suddenly conscious of our near nudity. The only clothes we had retained were our corsets, black lace topped stockings and of course the main symbol of male submission our tightly laced penis sheaf’s. Like our corsets these were pink with frills and bows adorning them and were a real symbol of our feminity as much as the rest of our clothes.

The door crashed open and two of the women who had raped us entered. Our male training clicked in immediately and we both exercised a perfect curtsy before falling to our knees. Savages they might be they were still superior women.

The two women smirked.

“You bitches need to get yourself tidied up and then dressed.” One of them ordered. “Then we want you dressed.”

The second woman dumped a load of feminine clothing on the bed.

They both dragged us to our feet and pushed us in to the adjacent bathroom.

“Come on strip.” We were ordered.

Scantily clad as we were it did not take long for us to undo each others corsets and take off our stockings.

The shower was turned on and we were instructed to get in together.

“Let’s have a show.” One of the women shouted. “And make it sexy.”

We knew what they wanted.

Males had for generations been trained to entertain women.

So with the water cascading over our naked bodies we soaped and sponged each other, rubbed our breasts and penis’s together and used our hands to caress each other.

It seemed to please the two women and indeed by the time we had finished they had been joined by two others.

In front of the laughing women we dressed and donned our make up and did our hair.

Even in our perilous state our male instinct was to look good and be attractive to our captors.

“We are taking you with us.” The first woman smirked. “All of you, there are slave markets where you can be sold and anyway we will need entertainment for the journey back home.”

We both stifled sobs as the women tied our hands tightly behind our backs and the humiliatingly pulled our skirts up and leashed us together with a long ribbon tied to each of our penises.

In addition we had both been collared and a lead had been attached to mine which one of the women pulled.

Teetering on the high heels we had been given to wear we were lead outside.

The breeze caressed our thighs above our stocking tops and caused our very short skirts to rise showing our frilly panties to the crowd of women who were busily loading the lorries parked outside.

We saw that the other males were similarly dressed as us and had also been secured.

Heaven only knew what fate awaited us.

Uncertain Times Part Five

I was helpless, my legs were held tightly together by the woman so I could not kick and my hands were still tied behind my back I hung from her shoulder, my naked breasts rubbing on her rough shirt.

I saw that we ere being followed by another group of four or five women who were dragging my best friend Paula.

She was also being roughly treated although was at least on her feet even if a little unsteady in her heels.

One of the women was dragging her by her hair whilst two of the others had twisted her arms behind her back and were each fondling her breasts.

We reached the first of the houses which had not been set on fire and were dragged to one of the bedrooms where we were flung down on to a large bed.

M hands were freed but helplessly my arms were held above my head by one of my captors who had removed her trousers and lowered her pussy on to my face.

“Lick bitch.” She ordered.

I a least knew what to do, what male didn’t. I licked her hairy mound as she uttered loud groans and writhed forcing my tongue deeper inside her.

I could hear similar sounds from alongside me and guessed that Paula was suffering the same experience. I was conscious of the other women gathered round the bed watching and mocking us.

The woman astride of me suddenly reached a massive orgasm and I felt her juices spatter my face.

She rolled of me but was immediately replaced by another of the women giving me no respite.

“Good little pussy licker isn’t he?” I heard one of the onlookers laugh.

“Let’s see how she takes a cock.” Another shouted.

Horrified I knew what was coming, I felt my legs being raises and pushed back so my knees were bent exposing my bottom.

I tried to protest but I was totally muffled in the pussy and a squeeze on my nipples made it plain I should use my tongue for only one thing.

I felt something hard enter my bottom which of course was no stranger to strap on abuse, but this felt bigger.

Whilst the first thrust hurt me, I soon began to feel some pleasure and I could feel my little peenie start to harden as I struggled to respond to the invasion of my arse.

Thrust after thrust was forced in to me apparently from her grunts giving perpetrator immense pleasure. One touch on my enlarged cock would have caused me to cum but this was not in their plan and I was left thrusting at thin air.

 

This went on for hours, until all the women had been satisfied a number of times. As there had been at least ten of them it had been a massive gang rape on each of us and by the sound s from outside the same thing was happening to all the captured males.

Finally the women were satisfied and left us battered bruised and exhausted.

Their only kindness was to leave us unbound, warning us not to leave the building.

We lay side by side our smeared make-up a sight. Our only hope was if some sort of rescue was on it’s way of if having had their fun the women abandoned us in the ruins of the compound.

Paula looked at me tears in her eye’s. “You don’t think they will take us away with them do you.?”

 

Uncertain times Part 4

With so much bare male flesh on display, I thought it would not be long before we would be used by the women.
They were obviously wild and although disciplined in some ways, they had captured our fairly secure compound quite easily, in other ways they seemed to be nothing better than an armed mob.
I could see that the females numbered in total about one hundred and fifty, some like my captor had been mounted on horses the rest presumably travelled in the several lorries and other vehicles now scattered around the compound.
They all wore uniforms and officers seemed to have control of them. This was encouraging as looking round at by fellow captives, we were helpless.
We had all been stripped of our clothing and had nothing on but our tightly laced corsets, lace topped stockings attached by suspenders to the corset, frilly panties and bra’s. And of course our high heeled shoes.
Standard underwear for males but also designed to arouse the average female who we had all been trained from an early age to accept as our superiors.
Our little peenies were constrained in a sort of corset which prevented it getting hard, not that it would ever be used for sexual purposes; we used our tongues and received our women’s strap-on to satisfy our female superiors.
The regular medication all males took kept our peenies under control although very sensitive and caused us to have enhanced breasts with very sensitive nipples which women would use to arouse us causing us to work harder at pleasuring them.
Whether we were allowed to cum when making love was solely in their control and our needs were often ignored.
From the increased shouting and behaviour of the women, I concluded that they were getting tanked up on the alcohol they had found and consumed which was worrying.
In groups they drifted over us, laughing at our helplessness, some were wearing strap-on dildoes which they exposed, waving them in our faces as the position we were in was level with their crotches.
It wasn’t long before two of them grabbed one of us and pulled him away in to the crowd of women.
They forced him to stand unsteadily on a chair in the middle of them. He was pawed, pinched and groped and I realised he was being auctioned.
One by one the same treatment was inflicted on each of us. As I stood on the chair, I felt my panties being pulled down exposing my corseted penis and then my bra was ripped off.
I was then pulled off the chair by a large woman who draped me over her shoulder, her one hand caressing my bottom and marched off towards one of the houses.
Worse from my humiliating position I could see that she was accompanied by at least four other women.

Uncertain Times Part Three

She stepped back and looked at me with a sardonic smile on her face her hand still under my skirt groping my bottom
“May be I’ll keep you for myself slut.” She said.
Her hand left my behind and grasping my hair she dragged me towards her horse. The rope which was still around my arms was raised to my neck and the noose was tightened.
She mounted the horse tied the rope to the stirrup of her saddle and started back towards the compound pulling me behind. I was conscious of screams and yells in the back ground but had to concentrate on ensuring I did not fall over.
With my hands tied behind me and hampered by my dress and petticoats it was not easy. My heels sank in to the soft ground and I obviously could not control my dress or petticoats which either wrapped themselves around my legs or swirled up in the breeze exposing my stocking tops and panties. Not that in the dark anyone could see apart from my captor who every so often turned in her saddle and pulled the rope to make me move more quickly.
We reached the road to the compound and my heels became easier to walk in which was something. I could also see that all of my fellow fugitives had been captured and like me were being taken back to the compound.
Two had been stripped of their dresses and were now walking, with heads bowed and hands tied behind them, dressed only in their corsets panties and stockings, their high heels clicking as they trotted to keep up with their mounted captors.
Another had been slung over his captor’s saddle, his skirt and petticoat well above his waist with his captor alternately smacking or caressing his panty clad behind.
The other two like me had at least retained our dresses but trudged miserably behind our captors not daring to think what horrors lay ahead.
On reaching the road, the pace had quickened so we had to trot to keep up. This of course caused our corseted peenies to bounce about in our panties which was humiliating for us and provided some entertainment for the insurgents who had joined the chase on foot and were now trotting effortlessly alongside us encouraging with frequent slaps to our behinds.
It did not take long to reach the compound, showing what a futile attempt to escape we had made.
We were taken through the main gate and immediately saw the carnage being wrought.
Two of the houses were ablaze and under the gaze of armed females, the remainder of the community males were emptying the remaining properties of anything of value which were being loaded in to parked lorries.
The males looked in a sorry state clad in their underwear and being whipped by the females for little or no reason. Some of the goods were heavy and wearing high heels as well as well tightened corsets it was not easy to carry out the tasks.
The invading insurgents appeared to number about one hundred women all of whom seemed to be well armed and dressed in a uniform.
A group of them were gathered at the entrance and as we were lead through subjected us too continuous groping slapping and general abuse.
I had to walk with my dress and petticoat pulled above my waist with hands caressing my peennie, bottom and breasts as well as frequent slapping of my face and bottom.
By the time we had reached the centre of the compound we were all sobbing and extremely dishevelled.
As we made it to the end of the mob, two of the women seized me, one from behind unzipped my dress whilst the other ripped it from the front. Between them they the pushed me to the ground at the same time dragging my lovely bouffant petticoat off me.
I lay sprawled on the ground with my five friends. We had all now been stripped of or dresses and petticoats.
We struggled to sit as best we could.
We must have looked quite an erotic sight, our hands tied behind us, our stocking legs tightly together and our breasts clearly straining in our bras. Our carefully coiffured hair was in some disarray
The remainder of the males were forced to run over to us and join us on the ground hastened by a couple of whip wielding women
We sat uncomfortably in silence casually guarded by two of the women. The remainder of the women continued with their orgy of looting. How long I wondered before they turned their attention to us.

Uncertain Times Part 2

A volley of shots rang out and I peeked and looked out of the window.
The whooping had stopped and a few of the invading horde lay still on the ground, many more had taken cover however and more shots rang out as the returned the fire.
The noise of the rapid fire from both sides was terrifying and the six of us crouched confused not knowing what to do.
I risked another peep and could see that as well as a large hole in the wall the gates were now wide open and more attackers were entering the compound.
Suddenly the fire from our women appeared to slacken and I hear the throb of motors. Three vehicles roared towards the entrance and with horror I realised that our women were making their escape leaving us to our fate.
I heard the whooping and cheering start again and could see that some of the invaders were entering the end house whilst others were advancing on the rest of the now undefended properties.
We had a whispered conversation conscious of the noise outside and the rumours we had heard of what would happen to us if we fell in to the hands of these savages.
Male screams from outside told us that some of our male neighbours who had not yet arrived at our party had been discovered.
The six of us decided that we would try to sneak away through the back of the compound whilst the attackers were distracted by their booty human or otherwise.
We were of course singly ill equipped to make an escape. We had never had to make a decision and all of us were wearing clothes that would not assist our efforts.
High Heels, petticoats and very light coloured dresses and skirts were not going to help us move easily or quickly.
S we quietly slunk out of the back door and amazingly got to the rear of the compound without being seen. Once in the open countryside however our difficulties began.
Our heels sank into the ground and our skirts and petticoats meant anyway that were only able to take small steps so progress was very slow.
We had probably only gone about five hundred yards when I heard loud shouts and the noise of rapidly approaching horses.
We scattered helplessly but it was hopeless as I ran sensing I was being pursued a rope encircled me, pinning my arms to my side and I was unceremoniously pulled to the ground.
I lay winded my dress and petticoat in disarray my stocking tops exposed to the world aware from the screams of my friends that they had also been captured.
My captor pulled on the rope tightening it. She dismounted from her horse and I could see that she was tall clothed in battle dress fatigues. She strode over to me and roughly rolled me over , She secured my hands tightly behind my back and laughing at my struggles pulled me to my feet.
She pulled me close to her and kissed me roughly, her hand feeling under my dress groped and pinched my bottom pulling me in to her making me grind against her body.
I felt my little peenie begin to stiffen. It was tightly laced in a pretty pink penis corset which increased the excitement and I felt my nipples stiffen as they rubbed on her uniform.
I felt my resistance begin to weaken as her tongue invaded my mouth, I was helpless and totally in her power

Uncertain Times

We live in uncertain times.
Not that we males noticed very much. Our main continued to be to please our female partners.

In this modern world, we have to ensure that we keep ourselves pretty, perfectly made up and are always ready to be uesd sexually by the females who are the dominant and naturally aggressive sex.

To do this we wore the prettiest clothes, always dresses or skirts which were usually short with low cut tops to display our male cleavages Most women made their males take medication or even surgery to have their boobs made bigger.

We wore high heels which had heels so high that we could only teeter on them.

We were corseted to enhance our figures and always wore stockings to make our legs look good.

Our women treated us very badly, sex was conducted solely fot their pleasure. They wore strap-ons which often hurt us badly and we had to use our tongues to give pleasure. Our needs were ignored.

our sole role was to pleasure women failure resulted in spankings at the least with often worse punishment being utilised

We lived in gated communities, usually about a dozen couples with the female breadwinners commuting to the nearby city for work.

This was necessary because outside the walls of our communities and cities, savage tribes of women lived. They preyed on the civilised socirty we lived in staeling and looting from the wealth accumulated by our superior female rulers.

In recent times the outrages comitted by these savages were growing despite the efforts of the security forces. Rumours were spreading about their crimes and if the rumours were to be believed what would happen to a helpless male who fell in to their hands was beyond description.

It was evening and my husband and I were entertaining some of our neighbours.
I had spent all day preparing the refreshments and the evening was going very well.

The males including myself were very prettily dressed in short evening dresses which displayed plenty of flesh. Our skirts were flared over frothy petticoats displaying our legs which were made to appear longer by the high heeled shoes were wearing
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I knew that my make up was perfect as I had had a makeover in the city and was so proud that my husband had said I looked good. In fact she had said “It would be a shame to mess it up later.” Leering as she her hand went under my skirt and pinched my bum.

Our female partners looked extremely smart in their tuxedos.

As usual we males had to put up with the wandering hands of the males but of course that was what we were there for. We knew as the evening went on and more alcohol was consumed by the women the least we could expect was to end up over a female knee with our petticoats around our waist and our panties around our ankles being given a very thorough spanking..

Suddenly there was a large explosion outside, the windows shattered causing us males to scream with fright and we could hear a major uproar in the night.
The women ordered us to stay inside as they went out to investigate.
I looked out of the window and to my horror saw that the security wall had been breached and through it large numbers of whooping women were pouring.
We ran to hide behind the furniture switching of the lights and crouching fearfully in the darkness.

Office Life Part 6

The Christmas festivities at the office were soon over for us. The male members of staff had only two days off before we had to report back to the office. I stepped out in to the street to go to work and was immediately conscious of the winter cold. I reflected how nice it would have been if I could have worn some warm clothing. That was of course unthinkable for a male in today’s world. I was wearing a short black skirt which as usual barely covered my stocking tops together with a sheer white blouse beneath that my frilly pink bra was clearly visible, whilst beneath my skirt, my flimsy panties, slip and stockings did nothing to protect me from the cold. The chilly breeze caused my skirt to flip up flashing my frilly undies to the world I did have a warm jacket which was really the only winter clothing fashion, and our female superiors allowed us. Controlling my skirt with one hand, I teetered along on my high heels, conscious of the cold, particularly at the gap between my stocking tops and panties. At the bus stop I waited with a number of other similarly clad males. We chatted about our experiences over the holiday. Like me most had been used at their firm’s party by the female staff. The bus came and we all boarded it. It was very crowded and we were packed together like sardines. The swaying of the bus caused our bodies to rub together and I could feel my nipples and little peenie becoming erect. My peenie like all other males was tightly restrained and anyway the daily medication all males are required to take kept it small and under control. Again like me they had spent the Christmas break waiting on female partners and their friends at parties. This was the norm in our female dominated society. Along with my friend Paula I had gone to my girl friends house where w had prepared and served the food for the guests all female she had invited. Much drink had been available for the women with the result that Paula and I had been the subject of constant groping and abuse. At one point, to entertain the group, we had been stripped to or underclothes and forced to kiss and fondle each other much to the hilarity of the women. Finally to continue the entertainment we had been forced to suck each other off till we both came in each others mouth. It had bee awe full and did not end there as we were both spit roasted each of us having a women raping our arses with a strap on whilst at the same time another woman used a strap on in our moths. The women had found this to be extremely amusing and the affectionate hugs they had given us at the end of the evening had not made the experience any less humiliating. There was little other traffic about; most women took a long break at Christmas so there were few cars on the road. Only women drove cars, it was considered that males were not intelligent enough to do so and totally lacked the necessary coordination. I arrived at the office where with my fellow male workers we were greeted by the one female executive who had drawn the short straw and had had to come in to ensure our attendance. She would of course do little work whilst we would carry out our normal duties. Almost certainly I thought one of us at least would end up over her knee or sucking her strap on or worse been raped with it before the end of the day. At one point, to entertain the group, we had been stripped to or underclothes and forced to kiss and fondle each other much to the hilarity of the women. Finally to continue the entertainment we had been forced to suck each other off till we both came in each others mouth. It had bee awe full and did not end there as we were both spit roasted each of us having a women raping our arses with a strap on whilst at the same time another woman used a strap on in our moths. The women had found this to be extremely amusing and the affectionate hugs they had given us at the end of the evening had not made the experience any less humiliating. There was little other traffic about; most women took a long break at Christmas so there were few cars on the road. Only women drove cars, it was considered that males were not intelligent enough to do so and totally lacked the necessary coordination. I arrived at the office where with my fellow male workers we were greeted by the one female executive who had drawn the short straw and had had to come in to ensure our attendance. She would of course do little work whilst we would carry out our normal duties. Almost certainly I thought one of us at least would end up over her knee or sucking her strap on or worse been raped with it before the end of the day.

Lets have your skirt up and panties down boy

The dominant female has no compunction is using a subjugated male to satisfy her needs. The helpless male can do nothing but submit to her demands,

Captives of the Amazons

The small sailing boat the four of us had hired several days ago gently drifted in to the deserted bay of the island we had sighted a few hours ago.

We had set out full of excitement at the thought of the few days vacation to be spent sailing the high seas. Sadly a day into our voyage a sudden storm had dismasted us and worse we had found that the engine had become contaminated with salt water and would not work.

We had drifted helplessly for some days and were more than relieved when the yacht beached itself and we were able to jump ashore..

The edge of the beach was lined by a deep forest and with no sign of life we decided we would explore inland.

After some hours, we were deep in the forest and beginning to think about looking for a place to rest

Suddenly  Andy who was leading was hoisted into the air and left dangling by a noose around one ankle. He was upside down his head about a metre from the ground. He had stepped into a booby trap.

Before the rest of us could react, three figures appeared barring our path. I began to take in that they were women dressed in combat gear when shrieking savagely they attacked us. Immediately two of our number, Steve and Danny were clubbed unconscious. With practiced ease one of the women kicked my feet from beneath me forcing me to my knees, holding both my hands behind me with one hand. She was immensely strong and although I resisted with all my strength I found myself overpowered and forced face down on to the ground. I felt my hands being bound together. I could see the same fate had befallen my companions .

In the space of a few seconds, the three women had overpowered the four of us. My captor stood up and pulled off my boots then tied my ankles together and pulled them up to tie them to my wrists. The other two women had done the same to their captives.

Having immobilised us,  Andy who had been unable to help us was cut down and although he struggled had his boots removed he was hog-tied like the rest of us.

My captor stood over me her hands on her hips.

“Well fancy a big strong man like you letting a puny girl take you prisoner.” She sneered. Her English was perfect. She was quite tall for a woman, about 5, 10” and attractive, but nothing

about her indicated the strength she had displayed to overpower me.

She kicked me savagely, rolling me on to my back. From a sheaf she produced a knife and proceeded to cut away my clothes until I lay totally naked and helpless. The same treatment was meted out to my companions. As they worked, the women ridiculed our sexual organs and our manhood. To my dismay I felt my cock harden, it was almost as if I was enjoying the humiliation we were experiencing. My captor squatted and produced a bright red ribbon which she tied tightly around my cock. knotting it tightly. It cut savagely in to me.

“Just to show who captured you and whose property you are.” She said smiling.

I saw that the other three had been labelled in the same way Andy also with a red ribbon, the others with pink and yellow.

One of the women, obviously the leader came over and kicked me. “He will do.” She said.

She repeated this treatment for Andy, Steve and Danny. We were then dragged painfully in our bound state and tossed together in a heap. We were so close together, that our cocks in their still aroused state rested on each other’s naked bodies. The touch of our naked flesh seemed to maintain our erections

“Amazing what effect a bit of humiliation has on male pigs.” The leader indicated our cocks. “Well they won’t be sticking them in to defenceless woman again.” One of the others replied.

She was right. We were totally humiliated, we lay naked totally in the power of the three women who had overpowered, stripped and bound us. Our cocks were almost showing we were enjoying the experience.

The third woman had squatted beside Steve and was caressing his cock. Of the four of us, he did not appear to have been aroused by the circumstances of our capture. In his bound state he began to writhe, groaning as his bonds cut in to him. The woman stopped playing with and stood up leaving him aroused but unable to obtain any relief like the rest of us.

“This one will be no good to us we may as well deal with him now.” The leader said.

The three women pulled Steve into a kneeling position and released his feet. They pushed him on to his back and pegged out his legs wide apart. They stood over him smiling sadistically.

Two of them began using their booted feet to play with the immobilised man’s aroused cock, causing him to thrust hopelessly in to the air.

I had an awful feeling of apprehension as to what was going to happen next. The leader squatted beside Steve and grasped his cock pulling it up. His body rose as she held him. He screamed with pain and terror. Begging for mercy sobbing with terror.

“Not such an arrogant man now are you?” The woman gloated.

One of the other women handed her a knife and she began sawing away at the base of Steves’s cock. Blood spurted Steve shrieked and bucked in his bonds. The woman stood, ritually placing a foot on his heaving chest and held his severed cock and testicles aloft.

The blood continued to spurt from the wound, Steve screamed and screamed as the blood soaked in to the ground. The women showed no mercy. At last he lapsed in to unconsciousness.

It was like a nightmare, the woman attached the bloody organ to a piece of rawhide, which she tied to her belt. I realised that all three of them displayed other shrivelled male organs in the same way obviously they were trophies. Having seen the savagery they were capable of, what was going to become of us?

Worse was too follow, the unconscious brutalised man were beheaded in front of us. The women did this without any squeamishness; we were back in the dark ages.

“Get the horses Annie, we will rest up here for the night.” The leader spoke. Annie disappeared to return a short time later with three horses. Tethered behind one by his wrists was a naked man. He was gagged and also like us had a ribbon tied around his sex organs. He was wide eyed with terror and I noticed that his naked backside was covered in red wheels obviously the result of a severe recent beating.

Annie released him and dragged him over to where we lay. She kicked his feet from beneath him and tied him in the same manner as us.

“Do you want to gag the other sluts”? She asked the leader.

“No I want to hear how the bitches scream first. They need their first lesson in obedience. Put them over that log.” She indicated a fallen tree.

I could not understand why she had referred to us in the feminine form. Little did I know what the future held for us or that Steve might be considered to have been lucky.

Annie and the other woman picked each of us up and dragged us to the tree. They released our ankles from our wrists and placed us across it. We lay in a row our naked backsides in the air; our ankles and wrists still bound.

The leader removed the trophies from her belt and unbuckled it. She stood in front of us smacking the palm of one hand with it.

Annie stood in front of me and placed her foot on my neck, forcing my face in to the ground. I sensed the leader behind me. I heard a whoosh and then experienced the intense agony of the belt on my backside.

I screamed as the blow was repeated and repeated. Humiliatingly I sobbed tears streaming from my eyes as I begged for mercy, until my torture stopped.

“Any disobedience and you will get more understand?” Annie said.

“Yes” I whimpered.

“Yes Mistress.” Annie ordered. Her foot was still forcing my face in to the ground.

“Yes Mistress.” I humbled myself.

The treatment I had received was meted out to my companions. Each had his captor place her foot on his neck whilst his backside was beaten. There was no mercy. It was an exercise to show that no resistance or disobedience would be tolerated.

We were dragged back and placed with the newcomer closely alongside each other on our sides like a row of logs.

“There you are girls, you can give each other a bit of comfort. Move close to each other.” The leader ordered again using the feminine form to address us.

She made us push against each other, I felt my cock grow and push into the newcomer’s arsehole whilst whoever was behind me began to invade mine. Only the newcomer did not have anything to push against whilst Andy at the end of the row did not have anything invading him.

The three women laughed at the site we were presenting. We could not disobey her orders, we were totally helpless unable to resist. I began to lose control as I pushed my aroused cock in, at the same time I could feel my own arse being penetrated deeper and deeper.

We were all groaning with both pain and pleasure as we thrust our cocks forward attempting to obtain relief. The pain as intense, I had never experienced anything like it. I did not realize what the future held.

The women were beside themselves with laughter at our predicament. They mocked us calling us faggots and pansies. They lashed our naked bodies with their belts.

“How does it feel to have a cock inside you?” One yelled. “Women have to suffer it all the time.”

Suddenly I felt the cock inside me spurt and a warm stickiness invade me. Almost at the same time, I came depositing my load inside the newcomer. Within seconds we had all come and lay breathless against each other.

We were silent and totally humiliated. We had been overpowered by a smaller group of women, bound, beaten and made to perform in a homosexual orgy.

The women dragged Andy and the newcomer apart from the rest of us. The newcomer was made to penetrate Andy who had not suffered this previously, as he had been the end of the line. The newcomer had not cum like the rest of us. The women were determined that none of should miss the depravity they were inflicting.

After they had finished tormenting us, our ankles were retied and we were left for the night. The women did not need to guard us; we were totally numbed by their cruelty. Several of us myself included were in tears with the humiliations we had suffered.

I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing that I recall were loud shouts and a savage kick being delivered by one of the women. At their command all four of us woke up. Our ankles were released and we were forced in to a kneeling position before buckets of water were flung over us.  I tried to ask that our wrists be untied, as they had now been bound for many hours. I received a savage blow across my face from the leader, which sent me sprawling.

“I think you can take that as a no.” One of the other women sneered.

Controlled by the women, we were herded in to two lines of two. A leather strap was placed tightly around the base of our balls. The straps were the joined to each other by a length of chain passing between our legs, linking us together about eighteen inches apart. Another length of chain was attached to each of the front men and tethered to the saddle of two of the horses. The women mounted and off we went. Bound as we were, we stumbled behind them our heads bowed in submission. The third woman bought up the rear of the procession occasionally slashing at the exposed arses of the two rear men.

The pace was slow, but even so we often stumbled as we were dragged along like animals on a leash. Dangling from the saddles in front of us was the disgusting site of our butchered friend’s head.

We walked for hours being allowed to rest only for a few minutes during each hour. Occasionally our captors would spur their mounts in to a trot. This meant that we had to run or face the consequences of being dragged by our balls. With the mistreatment of the previous night and the tightly bound with the ribbon and the leather strap our balls were extremely painful but remained highly aroused, almost as if we were enjoying our plight. It was not long in to the journey before we were all sobbing with pain.

The women constantly taunted us with how we had been captured by them and with vague references to the fate that awaited us when we reached their base.

After some hours, we began to see signs of civilisation. We began to travel between cultivated fields and in the distance figures could be made out.

As we grew nearer, it became apparent that we were approaching a working party of naked men. They were labouring in ditches at the side of the track; by the look of it they were clearing them. The men were filthy and obviously terrified. A woman dressed similarly to our captors was apparently in charge of them, pacing between them urging them with strokes of a short crop she was carrying.

She raised a hand in greeting as our little procession halted. We sank to the ground exhausted.

“Pathetic little bunch you’ve got there.” She sneered.

Our captors dismounted laughing. “No good for the work gangs, but I think we can turn them in to pretty little things for pleasure purposes. You can see how much they enjoy being captured and humiliated.”

The women looked at our aroused privates and giggled.

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