Uncertain Times Part Twelve

The outside area of the guerrilla camp was busy and crowded with activity some of it not very nice.

A lorry had just drawn in to the compound; a white woman was pushed from it followed by two males. The males were semi naked and showed signs of already having been abused.

They lay on the ground huddled together guarded by one guerrilla.

The woman struggling and aggressive was stripped and marched to a wall where she was tied to a post.

Horrified we watched as a group of the female soldiers lined up in front and on the command of an officer summarily shot her.

The two weeping males were dragged to there feet and led towards he house presumably to suffer as we had when we were first captured.

We were lead through the crowd of women, who took great delight in groping and fondling us, to a lorry which with difficulty we were loaded in to.

The lorry started up and we were soon speeding away wondering what was going to happen to us and could it be any worse than the treatment we already had.

There was only one guard who sat at the end of the truck. She obviously knew we presented no threat.

We were shackled to each other by the rope around our testicles and anyway conditioned by our male status to be submissive we did not have the capacity to escape.

After about an hours drive we entered a town and shortly afterwards the lorry pulled up in a crowded street.

We were ordered out which we did again with difficulty.

All around us we could see crowds of civilian women lining the pavements and several military units drawn up.

There were also males some white sweeping the pavements and clearing litter. They all looked very pretty dressed in low cut mini dresses and heels obviously aware that carrying out their tasks required them to be careful not to show too much leg or breast.

We realised that we had been bought here to take part in some sort of parade and when a large car pulled up I was astonished to see my officer lover from the previous night alight.

This was not the battle dressed soldier though. She was resplendent in a full dress uniform and was obviously a very senior officer.

There was a flurry of activity orders were shouted the officer mounted a large horse.

We were herded behind the horse and leashes attached around the front two boys at the front.

At the front of the parade a band struck up and off we went.

Totally bound nearly naked and teetering on our heels we were a picture of total subjugation as we were pulled behind our captor through the cheering crowd.

We were mear trophies of war.

Behind us the female warriors paraded

There were hundreds in the crowd, those at the front were able to feel us and slap our heads and faces and grope us without hinderance which they did with great enthusiasam.

It was like being in a throw back to  medieval times, it was awful but worse what else was going to happen to us.

 

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