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.
