Saturday 26 January 2013

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.