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.
