Uncertain Times Part Six

The same thought had crossed my mind but I tried to reassure Paula. I hugged her and said that the bandits would not want to be encumbered by useless males, they would be more interested in escaping with the valuables they were looting.

Besides which although our women had abandoned us when the attack had started I was certain that they would soon be back with reinforcements.

We snuggled up to each other trying not to hear the occasional explosion and shots and the all too frequent male scream and female shouts and laughter.

Suddenly we heard the sound of booted feet coming up the skirts.

We fearfully got off the bed and waited, suddenly conscious of our near nudity. The only clothes we had retained were our corsets, black lace topped stockings and of course the main symbol of male submission our tightly laced penis sheaf’s. Like our corsets these were pink with frills and bows adorning them and were a real symbol of our feminity as much as the rest of our clothes.

The door crashed open and two of the women who had raped us entered. Our male training clicked in immediately and we both exercised a perfect curtsy before falling to our knees. Savages they might be they were still superior women.

The two women smirked.

“You bitches need to get yourself tidied up and then dressed.” One of them ordered. “Then we want you dressed.”

The second woman dumped a load of feminine clothing on the bed.

They both dragged us to our feet and pushed us in to the adjacent bathroom.

“Come on strip.” We were ordered.

Scantily clad as we were it did not take long for us to undo each others corsets and take off our stockings.

The shower was turned on and we were instructed to get in together.

“Let’s have a show.” One of the women shouted. “And make it sexy.”

We knew what they wanted.

Males had for generations been trained to entertain women.

So with the water cascading over our naked bodies we soaped and sponged each other, rubbed our breasts and penis’s together and used our hands to caress each other.

It seemed to please the two women and indeed by the time we had finished they had been joined by two others.

In front of the laughing women we dressed and donned our make up and did our hair.

Even in our perilous state our male instinct was to look good and be attractive to our captors.

“We are taking you with us.” The first woman smirked. “All of you, there are slave markets where you can be sold and anyway we will need entertainment for the journey back home.”

We both stifled sobs as the women tied our hands tightly behind our backs and the humiliatingly pulled our skirts up and leashed us together with a long ribbon tied to each of our penises.

In addition we had both been collared and a lead had been attached to mine which one of the women pulled.

Teetering on the high heels we had been given to wear we were lead outside.

The breeze caressed our thighs above our stocking tops and caused our very short skirts to rise showing our frilly panties to the crowd of women who were busily loading the lorries parked outside.

We saw that the other males were similarly dressed as us and had also been secured.

Heaven only knew what fate awaited us.