Uncertain Times Part Seven

Our appearance pulled by our captors had an immediate effect. The women gathered round us as we were lead towards the waiting vehicles and we again had to run the gauntlet of female hands groping our breasts and balls.

We reached the Lorries with our skirts above our waists. We were swept off our feet and in to the back of the Lorries where our bound wrists were released.

We were pushed to the centre of the canvas covered vehicle where we were place face to face and our wrists were shackled above our heads to the poles supporting the canvas cover.

We had been placed in very close proximity to each other so we could not help our bodies touching each other which even in our vulnerable state was more than mildly arousing. A fact not lost on our guards who laughed and mocked our efforts not to grind against each other.

The back of the lorry filled up with the female soldiers who sat on the benches on either side of the vehicle and with a roar the engine was started and the vehicle moved off.

I was tied with my back to the rear of the vehicle but Paula could see out the back and whispered that a lot of vehicles were behind us in convoy.

The vehicle swayed on the bumpy road and we could not help our bodies caressing each other, our breasts and cocks were soon tingling with desire and the women sitting closest too us were soon groping and pinching us causing even more arousal.

Helpless we pleaded with them but to no avail, if anything it made them more aggressive.

“This is nothing to what will happen to you when we get you back to our base.” One of them laughed. She pumped my exposed cock bringing me to the point of nearly exploding even in its tightly restraining penis corset.

I moaned with desire but she would not let me orgasm.

For hours the convoy wound along its route. The females changed seats at regular intervals so that the each had an opportunity to torment us.

All the care we had taken to tidy ourselves up was wasted. Our panties were around our ankles our tops were open and our bra’s had been unfastened exposing our breasts which were constantly caressed by our laughing captors.

The journey seemed endless keeping our balance on our high heels  as the vehicle swayed and bounced over the rough terrain was almost impossible and when eventually it came to a halt we were both exhausted and hung from our shackles like rag dolls.

The majority of the women jumped from the truck whilst a couple remained.

They released our wrists from the shackles but before we could ease our cramped arms we were bundled out of the lorry in to the arms of the waiting women. With our arms twisted up behind us we were pushed into a dingy building up some stairs and into a room with little furnishings other than a large bed which we were pushed on to.

The building we were in had obviously been abandoned, more proof of how un-noticed the grip of the female savages was growing.

We straightened our clothes and ourselves as best we could. We were both sore and exhausted. Outside we could hear the sound of more vehicles arriving.

We were totally terrified, we had no idea where we were, only that we were miles from civilisation, we had been beaten, brutally assaulted sexually and were in the hands of a group of merciless females.

 

 

Journey in to Servitude part one

I heard my Mistresses heels clicking on the parquet floor of the hall. She was approaching the lounge where I was on my knees, busily cleaning the marks, on the carpet, from the previous night's party. 

      I quickly rose to my feet, teetering on my stiletto-heeled shoes, and re-arranged my uniform in readiness.  

      I was wearing my standard clothing for daytime, designed to humiliate and degrade me. It was an extremely short French maid’s dress with a white apron and cap with white frills around the high neck and sleeve cuffs. Underneath, my tightly corseted waist gave me a very feminine shape. I wore two white net petticoats. This made the skirt of my dress stick out and flounce with every movement and also ensured that every movement exposed the frilly white lacy panties that I was wearing. The six suspenders on the corset held up my lace topped black stockings extremely tightly emphasizing the sheerness of them over my legs. The high-heeled court shoes I was wearing complimented my long legs. My bra, which matched my panties, gave my developing breasts uplift.  

      At first sight I appeared to be an attractive young female servant. I looked like a woman, my mannerisms were those of a woman, but I was a man, or rather, had been a man. The events of the last few weeks had emasculated me and I was now a feminized slave to my Mistress. My cock tightly laced back lay between my legs and adorned with a ribbon, tied in a pretty little bow. Heavy make up adorned my face. Bright red nail varnish displayed my long feminine fingernails and toenails to good effect. On my head was the most beautiful and feminine shoulder length blonde wig.  

      I curtsied prettily as Mistress Sue entered the room; the low cut maid’s dress displaying my newly swollen breasts. 

      She walked across to me a smile on her face as She circled me, her hand lifting the back of my dress and caressing my silken clad bottom. I winced as She touched the tender parts of my bottom arising from the previous night’s punishment. 

      “Very good Sally, your behavior is becoming better every day” 

       “Thank you Mistress.” I responded. 

      “I have a surprise for you, a good friend of mine, Mistress Brenda, requires a servile sissy to take with her to a party. She has one slave but needs another one. And guess what, She has asked me if I can help and guess what?” She smirked, “I said I would be only to pleased to lend my new little maid to her for a couple of days and nights. Won’t that be nice?” 

      “Yes Mistress.” I replied, my mind thinking rapidly what might be going to happen to me. 

      “She is coming to interview you this afternoon and will stay for dinner. So you will have a lot to do. I also want you to look very presentable. Remember any mistakes and you will visit the punishment room again. I’m sure you won’t want that again, so soon after last nights visit do you?”

 

       “No Mistress.” I stammered my mind going to last night’s events in the basement dungeon. It was an experience I had no desire to repeat but knew that it would be. I thought again of the events of the last few weeks, which had broken me and led to my current feminized state. I was the property of a sadistic woman who enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation whether on the arrogant male I had been when first imprisoned by her or the servile slave I now was. It made no difference.  At my Mistresses and her companion’s whim, I for any offense, whether it is trivial, major or a product of Mistresses imagination, the dreaded dungeon and its instruments of torture await me. The thought of it terrified me more than any of the other dreadful things that I have suffered during my period of captivity.

      I had been to Birmingham on business and after checking in to the Hyatt Hotel decided I would eat out and may be look the local talent over to find a companion for the night. I had no doubt that I would be able to find a woman who would quickly surrender to my charms and spend a night of seamy sex in my bed. 

      I saw the attractive woman seated on one of the stools when I entered the bar in central Birmingham. It was a cheerful place; men and women flirted with each other in the relaxed environment. Her short skirt accentuated her long legs, which were clad in smooth black hosiery.  I tried to make my mind up whether they were stockings or tights.  

     She smiled at me as I stood at the bar to order my drink. “Can I get you one?” I asked. 

    “Why not, I’m getting quite lonely, a vodka and tonic.” Her reply was almost an order.    

      We began chatting. Before long I felt a sense of challenge and arousal. Somehow this woman must become by partner for the night. She was most attractive and exuded sexuality. I could not believe it when she suggested that we go back to her house, for as she put it “a bit of fun and games.”  

      Her car was parked near to the bar; a red two seated sporty job. She opened the passenger door for me and motioned for me to get in. I thought she was almost taking on a male role. She walked round to the driver’s side and slid in to her seat in that graceful feminine manner, deftly allowing a glimpse of her stunning thighs. 

    She drove off confidently. Within a few minutes we were in one of the better suburbs of the city, we eventually turned in to a gateway. She pushed a switch. Almost magically the gates opened and we drove up a long drive to a large house. Behind me the gates closed almost with finality. I did not realize the change in my life that was about to happen. 

      We both got out of the car and walked to the front door. As we reached it, it opened to reveal a pretty girl, or so I thought, dressed in a very short French Maid’s uniform. I gaped at this almost pornographic vision as she curtsied and said in a strange deep husky voice. “Good evening Madame Sir.” 

      “A vodka and tonic for me and a special for my guest in the lounge.” Ordered Sue as she led me through the hallway. “Be quick about it.” 

     “Yes Mistress.” The maid replied as she minced away with a most erotic wiggle  of her backside. 

      Mistress I thought, curtsying.  What sort of place is this? 

      Sue waved me to a settee and the sat beside me. 

    “So tell me about yourself.” She said. 

      The maid entered the room, carrying a tray with two glasses on it. She stooped to place them on the coffee table, curtseyed and withdrew.  

      “Cheers.” My hostess said raising her glass to clink it with mine. “Bottoms up.” I replied before sipping my drink. 

       “In your case, you never said a truer word.” She laughed

        

 

Entertaining Mistress

 

 

Women love to be entertained by male sluts using theirt ongues on each other before they submit to the dominance of a woman with a strap-on ready to use it to satisfy her own lust.

 

 

 

 

 

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.

Uncertain Times Part Five

I was helpless, my legs were held tightly together by the woman so I could not kick and my hands were still tied behind my back I hung from her shoulder, my naked breasts rubbing on her rough shirt.

I saw that we ere being followed by another group of four or five women who were dragging my best friend Paula.

She was also being roughly treated although was at least on her feet even if a little unsteady in her heels.

One of the women was dragging her by her hair whilst two of the others had twisted her arms behind her back and were each fondling her breasts.

We reached the first of the houses which had not been set on fire and were dragged to one of the bedrooms where we were flung down on to a large bed.

M hands were freed but helplessly my arms were held above my head by one of my captors who had removed her trousers and lowered her pussy on to my face.

“Lick bitch.” She ordered.

I a least knew what to do, what male didn’t. I licked her hairy mound as she uttered loud groans and writhed forcing my tongue deeper inside her.

I could hear similar sounds from alongside me and guessed that Paula was suffering the same experience. I was conscious of the other women gathered round the bed watching and mocking us.

The woman astride of me suddenly reached a massive orgasm and I felt her juices spatter my face.

She rolled of me but was immediately replaced by another of the women giving me no respite.

“Good little pussy licker isn’t he?” I heard one of the onlookers laugh.

“Let’s see how she takes a cock.” Another shouted.

Horrified I knew what was coming, I felt my legs being raises and pushed back so my knees were bent exposing my bottom.

I tried to protest but I was totally muffled in the pussy and a squeeze on my nipples made it plain I should use my tongue for only one thing.

I felt something hard enter my bottom which of course was no stranger to strap on abuse, but this felt bigger.

Whilst the first thrust hurt me, I soon began to feel some pleasure and I could feel my little peenie start to harden as I struggled to respond to the invasion of my arse.

Thrust after thrust was forced in to me apparently from her grunts giving perpetrator immense pleasure. One touch on my enlarged cock would have caused me to cum but this was not in their plan and I was left thrusting at thin air.

 

This went on for hours, until all the women had been satisfied a number of times. As there had been at least ten of them it had been a massive gang rape on each of us and by the sound s from outside the same thing was happening to all the captured males.

Finally the women were satisfied and left us battered bruised and exhausted.

Their only kindness was to leave us unbound, warning us not to leave the building.

We lay side by side our smeared make-up a sight. Our only hope was if some sort of rescue was on it’s way of if having had their fun the women abandoned us in the ruins of the compound.

Paula looked at me tears in her eye’s. “You don’t think they will take us away with them do you.?”

 

Uncertain times Part 4

With so much bare male flesh on display, I thought it would not be long before we would be used by the women.
They were obviously wild and although disciplined in some ways, they had captured our fairly secure compound quite easily, in other ways they seemed to be nothing better than an armed mob.
I could see that the females numbered in total about one hundred and fifty, some like my captor had been mounted on horses the rest presumably travelled in the several lorries and other vehicles now scattered around the compound.
They all wore uniforms and officers seemed to have control of them. This was encouraging as looking round at by fellow captives, we were helpless.
We had all been stripped of our clothing and had nothing on but our tightly laced corsets, lace topped stockings attached by suspenders to the corset, frilly panties and bra’s. And of course our high heeled shoes.
Standard underwear for males but also designed to arouse the average female who we had all been trained from an early age to accept as our superiors.
Our little peenies were constrained in a sort of corset which prevented it getting hard, not that it would ever be used for sexual purposes; we used our tongues and received our women’s strap-on to satisfy our female superiors.
The regular medication all males took kept our peenies under control although very sensitive and caused us to have enhanced breasts with very sensitive nipples which women would use to arouse us causing us to work harder at pleasuring them.
Whether we were allowed to cum when making love was solely in their control and our needs were often ignored.
From the increased shouting and behaviour of the women, I concluded that they were getting tanked up on the alcohol they had found and consumed which was worrying.
In groups they drifted over us, laughing at our helplessness, some were wearing strap-on dildoes which they exposed, waving them in our faces as the position we were in was level with their crotches.
It wasn’t long before two of them grabbed one of us and pulled him away in to the crowd of women.
They forced him to stand unsteadily on a chair in the middle of them. He was pawed, pinched and groped and I realised he was being auctioned.
One by one the same treatment was inflicted on each of us. As I stood on the chair, I felt my panties being pulled down exposing my corseted penis and then my bra was ripped off.
I was then pulled off the chair by a large woman who draped me over her shoulder, her one hand caressing my bottom and marched off towards one of the houses.
Worse from my humiliating position I could see that she was accompanied by at least four other women.

Uncertain Times Part Three

She stepped back and looked at me with a sardonic smile on her face her hand still under my skirt groping my bottom
“May be I’ll keep you for myself slut.” She said.
Her hand left my behind and grasping my hair she dragged me towards her horse. The rope which was still around my arms was raised to my neck and the noose was tightened.
She mounted the horse tied the rope to the stirrup of her saddle and started back towards the compound pulling me behind. I was conscious of screams and yells in the back ground but had to concentrate on ensuring I did not fall over.
With my hands tied behind me and hampered by my dress and petticoats it was not easy. My heels sank in to the soft ground and I obviously could not control my dress or petticoats which either wrapped themselves around my legs or swirled up in the breeze exposing my stocking tops and panties. Not that in the dark anyone could see apart from my captor who every so often turned in her saddle and pulled the rope to make me move more quickly.
We reached the road to the compound and my heels became easier to walk in which was something. I could also see that all of my fellow fugitives had been captured and like me were being taken back to the compound.
Two had been stripped of their dresses and were now walking, with heads bowed and hands tied behind them, dressed only in their corsets panties and stockings, their high heels clicking as they trotted to keep up with their mounted captors.
Another had been slung over his captor’s saddle, his skirt and petticoat well above his waist with his captor alternately smacking or caressing his panty clad behind.
The other two like me had at least retained our dresses but trudged miserably behind our captors not daring to think what horrors lay ahead.
On reaching the road, the pace had quickened so we had to trot to keep up. This of course caused our corseted peenies to bounce about in our panties which was humiliating for us and provided some entertainment for the insurgents who had joined the chase on foot and were now trotting effortlessly alongside us encouraging with frequent slaps to our behinds.
It did not take long to reach the compound, showing what a futile attempt to escape we had made.
We were taken through the main gate and immediately saw the carnage being wrought.
Two of the houses were ablaze and under the gaze of armed females, the remainder of the community males were emptying the remaining properties of anything of value which were being loaded in to parked lorries.
The males looked in a sorry state clad in their underwear and being whipped by the females for little or no reason. Some of the goods were heavy and wearing high heels as well as well tightened corsets it was not easy to carry out the tasks.
The invading insurgents appeared to number about one hundred women all of whom seemed to be well armed and dressed in a uniform.
A group of them were gathered at the entrance and as we were lead through subjected us too continuous groping slapping and general abuse.
I had to walk with my dress and petticoat pulled above my waist with hands caressing my peennie, bottom and breasts as well as frequent slapping of my face and bottom.
By the time we had reached the centre of the compound we were all sobbing and extremely dishevelled.
As we made it to the end of the mob, two of the women seized me, one from behind unzipped my dress whilst the other ripped it from the front. Between them they the pushed me to the ground at the same time dragging my lovely bouffant petticoat off me.
I lay sprawled on the ground with my five friends. We had all now been stripped of or dresses and petticoats.
We struggled to sit as best we could.
We must have looked quite an erotic sight, our hands tied behind us, our stocking legs tightly together and our breasts clearly straining in our bras. Our carefully coiffured hair was in some disarray
The remainder of the males were forced to run over to us and join us on the ground hastened by a couple of whip wielding women
We sat uncomfortably in silence casually guarded by two of the women. The remainder of the women continued with their orgy of looting. How long I wondered before they turned their attention to us.