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.