Exhausted from our experiences we lay
on the bed bruised sore and totally humiliated. Even in the female dominated
world we had been kidnapped from we had never experienced anything like the
brutality we had suffered.
Footsteps sounded and one of the
women entered the room. She looked at us scornfully.
“Learnt how to satisfy real women now
have you.” She mocked.”
“Well get used to it because this is
your life from now on.” She leaned over and pulled Paula’s hair dragging him
from the bed so she was on her knees staring in to the face of her captor.
“You are prisoners of the liberation
army and we take males to use as slaves.” She went on. Forget being ransomed
your wimp husbands think more about money than paying to get you pretties back
in their beds.”
“Now pretty yourselves up.” She
ordered. “This is our base camp and before we send you off to the slave markets
in the city you and your friends are going to give some pleasure to our
returning troops.”
“I want you in sexy undies, stockings
and very short skirts and your make up better be good very slutty.” She
laughed. “My girls will like that.
She stalked from the room leaving us
quaking with fear. This was a nightmare; surely we would wake up back in our
feminine world cosseted by the women who cared for us.
A bedraggled male entered the room
quietly.
He whispered.”There are some clothes
and things in the next room, you had better come and get ready. I’m afraid the
next gang will be back in a few hours and you need to be looking good for
them.”
We looked at her hair all over the
place dishevelled in disbelief.
“I entertained the last lost.” She
smiled ruefully. “I’m afraid they are a bit rough.
We followed her in to the adjacent
room where we were able to shower.
There were loads of clothes strewn
around the room.
Our new friend Lucy explained that
they were looted from compounds the guerrillas had captured or had been taken
from captured males who had been sent off naked to the cities they now
controlled.
“Their is a market for us I’m
afraid.” She said. “Especially in the surrounding countries, particularly the Arabs.
She showed us where the make up was
and we went to work prettying ourselves up.
Lucy had explained that we really did
need to look good. The women who would be here shortly were totally sadistic.
Any male who did not reach their standard was likely to be beaten to death.
We finally were dressed and made up.
We had helped each other with our hair and make up and were both wearing
tightly laced corsets frilly bras and panties, stockings and really high heels.
We both had chosen a little black dress well above the knee with low necklines
displaying our white cleavages.
The woman came back and looked us
over disdainfully.
“Nice to see you high and mighty
bitches can turn yourselves in to sluts.” She laughed as she tightly placed a
leash around each of our necks and dragged us down the stairs and outside.
Outside we saw four of the other
males from the compound also leashed. To our horror all six of us were lead
over to a row of pillories where our necks and wrists were secured causing us
to bend at the waist, our short dresses rising at the back exposing our panties
and stocking tops.
Our captors amused themselves by
caressing and groping us in all our sensitive parts soon we were highly aroused
and writhing in our bonds begging for release.
Suddenly we heard the sound of
approaching vehicles.
“You will get your release soon
enough sluts.” I heard a female voce snigger.
