I lay in the arms of the tough woman
who had dragged me to her room. Paula and I had spent the evening working as
waitresses in what passed for the officer’s mess in the back of beyond compound
where we had been held since our capture some week previous.
It was a little break from the constant
sexual abuse we had suffered since our capture, reducing us to little more than
unpaid whores.
We had served the officers through
the evening dressed in short maids dresses held up almost vertically by
petticoats so that our stocking tops and panties were exposed and our boy bits
were easily accessible to the groping hands of the women we were serving.
As the evening had come to an end we
had both been dragged from the mess by a high ranking officer to their
bedrooms.
I assumed they were high ranking, the
other women had deferred to them and their rooms were furnished better than any
others we had seen.
So I lay in her arms; outside I could
hear the sounds of the night from the forest that hid our prison from the
world.
My skirt and petticoats were hiked up
exposing my bottom my panties having disappeared, the top of my dress had been
pulled down and my bra had also disappeared during the violent love making that
had taken place
I realised I had no idea where we were escape
was impossible anyway any thought of escape had been beaten from us which along
with the constant sexual abuse had totally broken us.
Not that this had taken long, the
world we had been liberated from had been hard for males, but nothing could
have prepared us for what had happened to us and the constant fear and terror.
Who knows what was to become of us.
Rumours abounded of foreign countries
ruled by ferocious Arabian women who would pay handsomely for white males.
There was a constant traffic through
the compound of captured males, some being kept for a few days before disappearing
to an unknown fate.
I felt the hard dildo of my officer
nestle close to my arse; her hands were around my breasts occasionally teasing
my hard nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through my feminised body.
I tensed; surely she would not want
to take me again.
She had already used the dildo on me
three times, pounding me until she came loudly her groans drowning my pitiful
male whimpers.
I had the used my tongue willingly to
clean her juices and pleasure her each time seeing her drift away as my probing
tongue relaxed her.
My sole aim was to please her and
hopefully life would be easier for me.
Surely she was not going to wake and
take me again.
I groaned with pleasure and pushed
back with my arse as her rough hand began to play with my breasts, teasing my
nipples.
Yes she was awake and wanted what
females want from males and there as no way I would resist.
