Uncertain Times Part Seven

Our appearance pulled by our captors had an immediate effect. The women gathered round us as we were lead towards the waiting vehicles and we again had to run the gauntlet of female hands groping our breasts and balls.

We reached the Lorries with our skirts above our waists. We were swept off our feet and in to the back of the Lorries where our bound wrists were released.

We were pushed to the centre of the canvas covered vehicle where we were place face to face and our wrists were shackled above our heads to the poles supporting the canvas cover.

We had been placed in very close proximity to each other so we could not help our bodies touching each other which even in our vulnerable state was more than mildly arousing. A fact not lost on our guards who laughed and mocked our efforts not to grind against each other.

The back of the lorry filled up with the female soldiers who sat on the benches on either side of the vehicle and with a roar the engine was started and the vehicle moved off.

I was tied with my back to the rear of the vehicle but Paula could see out the back and whispered that a lot of vehicles were behind us in convoy.

The vehicle swayed on the bumpy road and we could not help our bodies caressing each other, our breasts and cocks were soon tingling with desire and the women sitting closest too us were soon groping and pinching us causing even more arousal.

Helpless we pleaded with them but to no avail, if anything it made them more aggressive.

“This is nothing to what will happen to you when we get you back to our base.” One of them laughed. She pumped my exposed cock bringing me to the point of nearly exploding even in its tightly restraining penis corset.

I moaned with desire but she would not let me orgasm.

For hours the convoy wound along its route. The females changed seats at regular intervals so that the each had an opportunity to torment us.

All the care we had taken to tidy ourselves up was wasted. Our panties were around our ankles our tops were open and our bra’s had been unfastened exposing our breasts which were constantly caressed by our laughing captors.

The journey seemed endless keeping our balance on our high heels  as the vehicle swayed and bounced over the rough terrain was almost impossible and when eventually it came to a halt we were both exhausted and hung from our shackles like rag dolls.

The majority of the women jumped from the truck whilst a couple remained.

They released our wrists from the shackles but before we could ease our cramped arms we were bundled out of the lorry in to the arms of the waiting women. With our arms twisted up behind us we were pushed into a dingy building up some stairs and into a room with little furnishings other than a large bed which we were pushed on to.

The building we were in had obviously been abandoned, more proof of how un-noticed the grip of the female savages was growing.

We straightened our clothes and ourselves as best we could. We were both sore and exhausted. Outside we could hear the sound of more vehicles arriving.

We were totally terrified, we had no idea where we were, only that we were miles from civilisation, we had been beaten, brutally assaulted sexually and were in the hands of a group of merciless females.

 

 

Journey in to Servitude part one

I heard my Mistresses heels clicking on the parquet floor of the hall. She was approaching the lounge where I was on my knees, busily cleaning the marks, on the carpet, from the previous night's party. 

      I quickly rose to my feet, teetering on my stiletto-heeled shoes, and re-arranged my uniform in readiness.  

      I was wearing my standard clothing for daytime, designed to humiliate and degrade me. It was an extremely short French maid’s dress with a white apron and cap with white frills around the high neck and sleeve cuffs. Underneath, my tightly corseted waist gave me a very feminine shape. I wore two white net petticoats. This made the skirt of my dress stick out and flounce with every movement and also ensured that every movement exposed the frilly white lacy panties that I was wearing. The six suspenders on the corset held up my lace topped black stockings extremely tightly emphasizing the sheerness of them over my legs. The high-heeled court shoes I was wearing complimented my long legs. My bra, which matched my panties, gave my developing breasts uplift.  

      At first sight I appeared to be an attractive young female servant. I looked like a woman, my mannerisms were those of a woman, but I was a man, or rather, had been a man. The events of the last few weeks had emasculated me and I was now a feminized slave to my Mistress. My cock tightly laced back lay between my legs and adorned with a ribbon, tied in a pretty little bow. Heavy make up adorned my face. Bright red nail varnish displayed my long feminine fingernails and toenails to good effect. On my head was the most beautiful and feminine shoulder length blonde wig.  

      I curtsied prettily as Mistress Sue entered the room; the low cut maid’s dress displaying my newly swollen breasts. 

      She walked across to me a smile on her face as She circled me, her hand lifting the back of my dress and caressing my silken clad bottom. I winced as She touched the tender parts of my bottom arising from the previous night’s punishment. 

      “Very good Sally, your behavior is becoming better every day” 

       “Thank you Mistress.” I responded. 

      “I have a surprise for you, a good friend of mine, Mistress Brenda, requires a servile sissy to take with her to a party. She has one slave but needs another one. And guess what, She has asked me if I can help and guess what?” She smirked, “I said I would be only to pleased to lend my new little maid to her for a couple of days and nights. Won’t that be nice?” 

      “Yes Mistress.” I replied, my mind thinking rapidly what might be going to happen to me. 

      “She is coming to interview you this afternoon and will stay for dinner. So you will have a lot to do. I also want you to look very presentable. Remember any mistakes and you will visit the punishment room again. I’m sure you won’t want that again, so soon after last nights visit do you?”

 

       “No Mistress.” I stammered my mind going to last night’s events in the basement dungeon. It was an experience I had no desire to repeat but knew that it would be. I thought again of the events of the last few weeks, which had broken me and led to my current feminized state. I was the property of a sadistic woman who enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation whether on the arrogant male I had been when first imprisoned by her or the servile slave I now was. It made no difference.  At my Mistresses and her companion’s whim, I for any offense, whether it is trivial, major or a product of Mistresses imagination, the dreaded dungeon and its instruments of torture await me. The thought of it terrified me more than any of the other dreadful things that I have suffered during my period of captivity.

      I had been to Birmingham on business and after checking in to the Hyatt Hotel decided I would eat out and may be look the local talent over to find a companion for the night. I had no doubt that I would be able to find a woman who would quickly surrender to my charms and spend a night of seamy sex in my bed. 

      I saw the attractive woman seated on one of the stools when I entered the bar in central Birmingham. It was a cheerful place; men and women flirted with each other in the relaxed environment. Her short skirt accentuated her long legs, which were clad in smooth black hosiery.  I tried to make my mind up whether they were stockings or tights.  

     She smiled at me as I stood at the bar to order my drink. “Can I get you one?” I asked. 

    “Why not, I’m getting quite lonely, a vodka and tonic.” Her reply was almost an order.    

      We began chatting. Before long I felt a sense of challenge and arousal. Somehow this woman must become by partner for the night. She was most attractive and exuded sexuality. I could not believe it when she suggested that we go back to her house, for as she put it “a bit of fun and games.”  

      Her car was parked near to the bar; a red two seated sporty job. She opened the passenger door for me and motioned for me to get in. I thought she was almost taking on a male role. She walked round to the driver’s side and slid in to her seat in that graceful feminine manner, deftly allowing a glimpse of her stunning thighs. 

    She drove off confidently. Within a few minutes we were in one of the better suburbs of the city, we eventually turned in to a gateway. She pushed a switch. Almost magically the gates opened and we drove up a long drive to a large house. Behind me the gates closed almost with finality. I did not realize the change in my life that was about to happen. 

      We both got out of the car and walked to the front door. As we reached it, it opened to reveal a pretty girl, or so I thought, dressed in a very short French Maid’s uniform. I gaped at this almost pornographic vision as she curtsied and said in a strange deep husky voice. “Good evening Madame Sir.” 

      “A vodka and tonic for me and a special for my guest in the lounge.” Ordered Sue as she led me through the hallway. “Be quick about it.” 

     “Yes Mistress.” The maid replied as she minced away with a most erotic wiggle  of her backside. 

      Mistress I thought, curtsying.  What sort of place is this? 

      Sue waved me to a settee and the sat beside me. 

    “So tell me about yourself.” She said. 

      The maid entered the room, carrying a tray with two glasses on it. She stooped to place them on the coffee table, curtseyed and withdrew.  

      “Cheers.” My hostess said raising her glass to clink it with mine. “Bottoms up.” I replied before sipping my drink. 

       “In your case, you never said a truer word.” She laughed