Thats a Good Bitch

Mistresses cock sucking slave being a good bitch

Mistresses Pleasure

Get your panties off and your arse over here boy Im going to screw you like you have never been screwed before

Used and Abused

Panties down and assume the positionsissy bitch.

Helpless Male

A helpless male accepts his Mistresses cock willingly.
What else are males good for in a female dominated world

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.

 

Uncertain Times Part nine

Three Lorries roared in to the compound and immediately the women female guerrillas began leaping out.

 

In my pilloried position I could not see very much, but I did see four partially clothed males, their hands bound behind them, being pulled roughly from one of the lorries and dragged off towards the house.

The majority of the women having immediately seen us in our helpless positions charged towards us. Their minds were obviously set on only one thing and we were to be the recipients of that.

There must have been about thirty of them and we could do nothing to stop them.

Groups surrounded each of us and we were powerless to resist their groping and probing hands.

The positions we were held in by the pillories meant that our breasts were easily accessible as were our arses.

The tops of our dresses were quickly torn and our bra’s torn from us. At the same time panties were ripped away exposing us to the dreaded strap-on, that women wore, which were immediately put to use savagely pounding our arse holes.

I sobbed and screamed as were my fellow captives. My erect nipples were being pinched and fondled my arse was being abused, held in my pilloried state there was nothing I could to resist the horrendous women.

The noise of their jeering and shouting was so loud it drowned our screams which seemed to be inciting them to more savagery. In some cases fights broke out as one of them tried to push in on the queue to use their strap-on on us.

Even though I was in so much pain and suffering so much humiliation, I could feel my little peenie becoming aroused unbelievable that in such circumstances I could feel pleasure.

The torment seemed to go on for hours but at last stopped.

We were left hanging in our pillories I could hear the other boys quietly sobbing like me. Our breasts were hanging down naked and my bottom was so sore. Not only had it been repeatedly used, it had also been constantly spanked.

In our previous life even though strictly controlled by our female masters we had at least had many comforts.

To these women it was obvious we were just objects to be used for their pleasure and they had no intention of showing us any mercy.

Some time  after the mob had left us, Lucy appeared and one by one released us from the pillories.

As soon as we were released we collapsed on the hard ground and lay almost unable to move. We were all so distressed at what had happened to us.

The woman who had supervised us previously appeared and ordered us to our feet she wielded a whip to encourage us.

Terrified at receiving more pain we teetered on our heels back to the building driven by her as if we were cattle.

Once back in our rooms she ordered us to strip to corsets and stockings and get in to the narrow bed. It did not take long, our dresses and petticoats were in tatters, our bra’s and panties had disappeared.

She left us locking the door behind her.

In the narrow bed, it was impossible for our naked bodies not to touch and it was so erotic with our smooth shaven breasts, peenies and legs touching not to become aroused and we were soon clinging to each other in a sexual embrace longing for release which our tightly laced peenie sheafs were not going to prevent us from achieving.

We were lost in our excitement, the previous mistreatment forgotten for a few precious seconds as we both came together with mind blowing orgasms.

For a few moments we lay together in each others arms both wondering what the future held in the hands of these savage women.