Captives of the Amazons

The small sailing boat the four of us had hired several days ago gently drifted in to the deserted bay of the island we had sighted a few hours ago.

We had set out full of excitement at the thought of the few days vacation to be spent sailing the high seas. Sadly a day into our voyage a sudden storm had dismasted us and worse we had found that the engine had become contaminated with salt water and would not work.

We had drifted helplessly for some days and were more than relieved when the yacht beached itself and we were able to jump ashore..

The edge of the beach was lined by a deep forest and with no sign of life we decided we would explore inland.

After some hours, we were deep in the forest and beginning to think about looking for a place to rest

Suddenly  Andy who was leading was hoisted into the air and left dangling by a noose around one ankle. He was upside down his head about a metre from the ground. He had stepped into a booby trap.

Before the rest of us could react, three figures appeared barring our path. I began to take in that they were women dressed in combat gear when shrieking savagely they attacked us. Immediately two of our number, Steve and Danny were clubbed unconscious. With practiced ease one of the women kicked my feet from beneath me forcing me to my knees, holding both my hands behind me with one hand. She was immensely strong and although I resisted with all my strength I found myself overpowered and forced face down on to the ground. I felt my hands being bound together. I could see the same fate had befallen my companions .

In the space of a few seconds, the three women had overpowered the four of us. My captor stood up and pulled off my boots then tied my ankles together and pulled them up to tie them to my wrists. The other two women had done the same to their captives.

Having immobilised us,  Andy who had been unable to help us was cut down and although he struggled had his boots removed he was hog-tied like the rest of us.

My captor stood over me her hands on her hips.

“Well fancy a big strong man like you letting a puny girl take you prisoner.” She sneered. Her English was perfect. She was quite tall for a woman, about 5, 10” and attractive, but nothing

about her indicated the strength she had displayed to overpower me.

She kicked me savagely, rolling me on to my back. From a sheaf she produced a knife and proceeded to cut away my clothes until I lay totally naked and helpless. The same treatment was meted out to my companions. As they worked, the women ridiculed our sexual organs and our manhood. To my dismay I felt my cock harden, it was almost as if I was enjoying the humiliation we were experiencing. My captor squatted and produced a bright red ribbon which she tied tightly around my cock. knotting it tightly. It cut savagely in to me.

“Just to show who captured you and whose property you are.” She said smiling.

I saw that the other three had been labelled in the same way Andy also with a red ribbon, the others with pink and yellow.

One of the women, obviously the leader came over and kicked me. “He will do.” She said.

She repeated this treatment for Andy, Steve and Danny. We were then dragged painfully in our bound state and tossed together in a heap. We were so close together, that our cocks in their still aroused state rested on each other’s naked bodies. The touch of our naked flesh seemed to maintain our erections

“Amazing what effect a bit of humiliation has on male pigs.” The leader indicated our cocks. “Well they won’t be sticking them in to defenceless woman again.” One of the others replied.

She was right. We were totally humiliated, we lay naked totally in the power of the three women who had overpowered, stripped and bound us. Our cocks were almost showing we were enjoying the experience.

The third woman had squatted beside Steve and was caressing his cock. Of the four of us, he did not appear to have been aroused by the circumstances of our capture. In his bound state he began to writhe, groaning as his bonds cut in to him. The woman stopped playing with and stood up leaving him aroused but unable to obtain any relief like the rest of us.

“This one will be no good to us we may as well deal with him now.” The leader said.

The three women pulled Steve into a kneeling position and released his feet. They pushed him on to his back and pegged out his legs wide apart. They stood over him smiling sadistically.

Two of them began using their booted feet to play with the immobilised man’s aroused cock, causing him to thrust hopelessly in to the air.

I had an awful feeling of apprehension as to what was going to happen next. The leader squatted beside Steve and grasped his cock pulling it up. His body rose as she held him. He screamed with pain and terror. Begging for mercy sobbing with terror.

“Not such an arrogant man now are you?” The woman gloated.

One of the other women handed her a knife and she began sawing away at the base of Steves’s cock. Blood spurted Steve shrieked and bucked in his bonds. The woman stood, ritually placing a foot on his heaving chest and held his severed cock and testicles aloft.

The blood continued to spurt from the wound, Steve screamed and screamed as the blood soaked in to the ground. The women showed no mercy. At last he lapsed in to unconsciousness.

It was like a nightmare, the woman attached the bloody organ to a piece of rawhide, which she tied to her belt. I realised that all three of them displayed other shrivelled male organs in the same way obviously they were trophies. Having seen the savagery they were capable of, what was going to become of us?

Worse was too follow, the unconscious brutalised man were beheaded in front of us. The women did this without any squeamishness; we were back in the dark ages.

“Get the horses Annie, we will rest up here for the night.” The leader spoke. Annie disappeared to return a short time later with three horses. Tethered behind one by his wrists was a naked man. He was gagged and also like us had a ribbon tied around his sex organs. He was wide eyed with terror and I noticed that his naked backside was covered in red wheels obviously the result of a severe recent beating.

Annie released him and dragged him over to where we lay. She kicked his feet from beneath him and tied him in the same manner as us.

“Do you want to gag the other sluts”? She asked the leader.

“No I want to hear how the bitches scream first. They need their first lesson in obedience. Put them over that log.” She indicated a fallen tree.

I could not understand why she had referred to us in the feminine form. Little did I know what the future held for us or that Steve might be considered to have been lucky.

Annie and the other woman picked each of us up and dragged us to the tree. They released our ankles from our wrists and placed us across it. We lay in a row our naked backsides in the air; our ankles and wrists still bound.

The leader removed the trophies from her belt and unbuckled it. She stood in front of us smacking the palm of one hand with it.

Annie stood in front of me and placed her foot on my neck, forcing my face in to the ground. I sensed the leader behind me. I heard a whoosh and then experienced the intense agony of the belt on my backside.

I screamed as the blow was repeated and repeated. Humiliatingly I sobbed tears streaming from my eyes as I begged for mercy, until my torture stopped.

“Any disobedience and you will get more understand?” Annie said.

“Yes” I whimpered.

“Yes Mistress.” Annie ordered. Her foot was still forcing my face in to the ground.

“Yes Mistress.” I humbled myself.

The treatment I had received was meted out to my companions. Each had his captor place her foot on his neck whilst his backside was beaten. There was no mercy. It was an exercise to show that no resistance or disobedience would be tolerated.

We were dragged back and placed with the newcomer closely alongside each other on our sides like a row of logs.

“There you are girls, you can give each other a bit of comfort. Move close to each other.” The leader ordered again using the feminine form to address us.

She made us push against each other, I felt my cock grow and push into the newcomer’s arsehole whilst whoever was behind me began to invade mine. Only the newcomer did not have anything to push against whilst Andy at the end of the row did not have anything invading him.

The three women laughed at the site we were presenting. We could not disobey her orders, we were totally helpless unable to resist. I began to lose control as I pushed my aroused cock in, at the same time I could feel my own arse being penetrated deeper and deeper.

We were all groaning with both pain and pleasure as we thrust our cocks forward attempting to obtain relief. The pain as intense, I had never experienced anything like it. I did not realize what the future held.

The women were beside themselves with laughter at our predicament. They mocked us calling us faggots and pansies. They lashed our naked bodies with their belts.

“How does it feel to have a cock inside you?” One yelled. “Women have to suffer it all the time.”

Suddenly I felt the cock inside me spurt and a warm stickiness invade me. Almost at the same time, I came depositing my load inside the newcomer. Within seconds we had all come and lay breathless against each other.

We were silent and totally humiliated. We had been overpowered by a smaller group of women, bound, beaten and made to perform in a homosexual orgy.

The women dragged Andy and the newcomer apart from the rest of us. The newcomer was made to penetrate Andy who had not suffered this previously, as he had been the end of the line. The newcomer had not cum like the rest of us. The women were determined that none of should miss the depravity they were inflicting.

After they had finished tormenting us, our ankles were retied and we were left for the night. The women did not need to guard us; we were totally numbed by their cruelty. Several of us myself included were in tears with the humiliations we had suffered.

I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing that I recall were loud shouts and a savage kick being delivered by one of the women. At their command all four of us woke up. Our ankles were released and we were forced in to a kneeling position before buckets of water were flung over us.  I tried to ask that our wrists be untied, as they had now been bound for many hours. I received a savage blow across my face from the leader, which sent me sprawling.

“I think you can take that as a no.” One of the other women sneered.

Controlled by the women, we were herded in to two lines of two. A leather strap was placed tightly around the base of our balls. The straps were the joined to each other by a length of chain passing between our legs, linking us together about eighteen inches apart. Another length of chain was attached to each of the front men and tethered to the saddle of two of the horses. The women mounted and off we went. Bound as we were, we stumbled behind them our heads bowed in submission. The third woman bought up the rear of the procession occasionally slashing at the exposed arses of the two rear men.

The pace was slow, but even so we often stumbled as we were dragged along like animals on a leash. Dangling from the saddles in front of us was the disgusting site of our butchered friend’s head.

We walked for hours being allowed to rest only for a few minutes during each hour. Occasionally our captors would spur their mounts in to a trot. This meant that we had to run or face the consequences of being dragged by our balls. With the mistreatment of the previous night and the tightly bound with the ribbon and the leather strap our balls were extremely painful but remained highly aroused, almost as if we were enjoying our plight. It was not long in to the journey before we were all sobbing with pain.

The women constantly taunted us with how we had been captured by them and with vague references to the fate that awaited us when we reached their base.

After some hours, we began to see signs of civilisation. We began to travel between cultivated fields and in the distance figures could be made out.

As we grew nearer, it became apparent that we were approaching a working party of naked men. They were labouring in ditches at the side of the track; by the look of it they were clearing them. The men were filthy and obviously terrified. A woman dressed similarly to our captors was apparently in charge of them, pacing between them urging them with strokes of a short crop she was carrying.

She raised a hand in greeting as our little procession halted. We sank to the ground exhausted.

“Pathetic little bunch you’ve got there.” She sneered.

Our captors dismounted laughing. “No good for the work gangs, but I think we can turn them in to pretty little things for pleasure purposes. You can see how much they enjoy being captured and humiliated.”

The women looked at our aroused privates and giggled.