We were absolutely helpless
with our hands tied behind us bound together and wearing shoes that only
enabled us to take mall mincing steps we were unable to protect ourselves from
the groping hands of the mob of women.
Worse it was obvious that vast
quantities of alcohol had been consumed by the mob and in their drunken state
we were there to add to their pleasure.
The way we had been forced to
dress and in our bound state it only inflamed the mob even more.
We were pulled through the
crowd by our leashes, our nipples constantly groped and pinched, our bottoms
pinched and spanked and our peenies squeezed.
One woman got behind me her
hands holding my breasts she pulled me back viciously so I could feel the
hardness of her strap-on against my bottom.
Fortunately the constant pull
of the leash dragged me away from her otherwise I think she would have taken me
with it publicly there and then.
The gags prevented us from
crying out aloud and stifled any protest which would anyway have been useless.
We knew we were lower in status to these barbarians than their household pets.
Tears were rolling down our
faces as the crowd began to thin in a final act of humiliation; the officer
spurred his horse in to a trot.
We had to run in our heels,
forcing our restrained peenies to bounce up and down much to the amusement of
the remaining watchers and the escorting soldiers.
At last the procession turned
in to a walled compound and we were allowed to collapse on the ground whilst
our captors dispersed leaving only one of their number to guard us.
We sat on the ground, a picture
of total subjugation. We knew there was not an ounce of resistance left.
Outside the compound we could
hear the celebrations continuing. Fireworks exploded as the rebel city
celebrated its victories.
We were eventually unshackled
and allowed to rest.
The following morning make up
and clothing renewed we were paraded at a slave market.
Prospective purchasers
inspected us including our most intimate parts after which we were auctioned.
I was purchased by a brothel
owner and perhaps my life is not bad.
I am kept clean, nicely made up
and clothed in very nice if somewhat revealing clothing.
As long as I please the punters
punishment is infrequent.
So I perform nightly. I dress
sexily, my face is made up and I give pleasure submitting to the insatiable
demands of my captors.
I kneel at their feet using my tongue to
satisfy them or I let them use my boy pussy with their large strap-ons. Oh how
women seem to enjoy thrusting in to a male arse.
I lie across their laps kicking
prettily as they spank my bottom or I lie in their arms as my breasts and
littly peenie are caressed as they arouse me before using me to satisfy their
lust.
In
this female led society what else can a helpless male do it is our duty to
please.
