Uncertain Times Part Ten

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.