Three Lorries roared in to the
compound and immediately the women female guerrillas began leaping out.
In my pilloried position I could not
see very much, but I did see four partially clothed males, their hands bound
behind them, being pulled roughly from one of the lorries and dragged off
towards the house.
The majority of the women having
immediately seen us in our helpless positions charged towards us. Their minds
were obviously set on only one thing and we were to be the recipients of that.
There must have been about thirty of
them and we could do nothing to stop them.
Groups surrounded each of us and we were
powerless to resist their groping and probing hands.
The positions we were held in by the
pillories meant that our breasts were easily accessible as were our arses.
The tops of our dresses were quickly
torn and our bra’s torn from us. At the same time panties were ripped away
exposing us to the dreaded strap-on, that women wore, which were immediately
put to use savagely pounding our arse holes.
I sobbed and screamed as were my
fellow captives. My erect nipples were being pinched and fondled my arse was
being abused, held in my pilloried state there was nothing I could to resist
the horrendous women.
The noise of their jeering and
shouting was so loud it drowned our screams which seemed to be inciting them to
more savagery. In some cases fights broke out as one of them tried to push in
on the queue to use their strap-on on us.
Even though I was in so much pain and
suffering so much humiliation, I could feel my little peenie becoming aroused
unbelievable that in such circumstances I could feel pleasure.
The torment seemed to go on for hours
but at last stopped.
We were left hanging in our pillories
I could hear the other boys quietly sobbing like me. Our breasts were hanging
down naked and my bottom was so sore. Not only had it been repeatedly used, it
had also been constantly spanked.
In our previous life even though
strictly controlled by our female masters we had at least had many comforts.
To these women it was obvious we were
just objects to be used for their pleasure and they had no intention of showing
us any mercy.
Some time after the mob had left us, Lucy appeared and
one by one released us from the pillories.
As soon as we were released we
collapsed on the hard ground and lay almost unable to move. We were all so
distressed at what had happened to us.
The woman who had supervised us
previously appeared and ordered us to our feet she wielded a whip to encourage
us.
Terrified at receiving more pain we
teetered on our heels back to the building driven by her as if we were cattle.
Once back in our rooms she ordered us
to strip to corsets and stockings and get in to the narrow bed. It did not take
long, our dresses and petticoats were in tatters, our bra’s and panties had
disappeared.
She left us locking the door behind
her.
In the narrow bed, it was impossible
for our naked bodies not to touch and it was so erotic with our smooth shaven
breasts, peenies and legs touching not to become aroused and we were soon
clinging to each other in a sexual embrace longing for release which our
tightly laced peenie sheafs were not going to prevent us from achieving.
We were lost in our excitement, the
previous mistreatment forgotten for a few precious seconds as we both came
together with mind blowing orgasms.
For a few moments we lay together in
each others arms both wondering what the future held in the hands of these
savage women.
