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
.
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.