How to treat a Male Wife

Uncertain Times Part 13

 We were absolutely helpless with our hands tied behind us bound together and wearing shoes that only enabled us to take mall mincing steps we were unable to protect ourselves from the groping hands of the mob of women.

Worse it was obvious that vast quantities of alcohol had been consumed by the mob and in their drunken state we were there to add to their pleasure.

The way we had been forced to dress and in our bound state it only inflamed the mob even more.

We were pulled through the crowd by our leashes, our nipples constantly groped and pinched, our bottoms pinched and spanked and our peenies squeezed.

One woman got behind me her hands holding my breasts she pulled me back viciously so I could feel the hardness of her strap-on against my bottom.

Fortunately the constant pull of the leash dragged me away from her otherwise I think she would have taken me with it publicly there and then.

The gags prevented us from crying out aloud and stifled any protest which would anyway have been useless. We knew we were lower in status to these barbarians than their household pets.

Tears were rolling down our faces as the crowd began to thin in a final act of humiliation; the officer spurred his horse in to a trot.

We had to run in our heels, forcing our restrained peenies to bounce up and down much to the amusement of the remaining watchers and the escorting soldiers.

At last the procession turned in to a walled compound and we were allowed to collapse on the ground whilst our captors dispersed leaving only one of their number to guard us.

We sat on the ground, a picture of total subjugation. We knew there was not an ounce of resistance left.

Outside the compound we could hear the celebrations continuing. Fireworks exploded as the rebel city celebrated its victories.

We were eventually unshackled and allowed to rest.

The following morning make up and clothing renewed we were paraded at a slave market.

Prospective purchasers inspected us including our most intimate parts after which we were auctioned.

I was purchased by a brothel owner and perhaps my life is not bad.

I am kept clean, nicely made up and clothed in very nice if somewhat revealing clothing.

As long as I please the punters punishment is infrequent.

So I perform nightly. I dress sexily, my face is made up and I give pleasure submitting to the insatiable demands of my captors.

 I kneel at their feet using my tongue to satisfy them or I let them use my boy pussy with their large strap-ons. Oh how women seem to enjoy thrusting in to a male arse.

I lie across their laps kicking prettily as they spank my bottom or I lie in their arms as my breasts and littly peenie are caressed as they arouse me before using me to satisfy their lust.

In this female led society what else can a helpless male do it is our duty to please.

Get your lips around my cock sissy bitch

 

I ain't going to lubricate it with anything else so on your knees and start sucking.

Another day at the office

Spread your cheeks bitch I want to hear you squeal

 

Oh please Mistress its so big please be gentle

Uncertain Times Part Twelve

The outside area of the guerrilla camp was busy and crowded with activity some of it not very nice.

A lorry had just drawn in to the compound; a white woman was pushed from it followed by two males. The males were semi naked and showed signs of already having been abused.

They lay on the ground huddled together guarded by one guerrilla.

The woman struggling and aggressive was stripped and marched to a wall where she was tied to a post.

Horrified we watched as a group of the female soldiers lined up in front and on the command of an officer summarily shot her.

The two weeping males were dragged to there feet and led towards he house presumably to suffer as we had when we were first captured.

We were lead through the crowd of women, who took great delight in groping and fondling us, to a lorry which with difficulty we were loaded in to.

The lorry started up and we were soon speeding away wondering what was going to happen to us and could it be any worse than the treatment we already had.

There was only one guard who sat at the end of the truck. She obviously knew we presented no threat.

We were shackled to each other by the rope around our testicles and anyway conditioned by our male status to be submissive we did not have the capacity to escape.

After about an hours drive we entered a town and shortly afterwards the lorry pulled up in a crowded street.

We were ordered out which we did again with difficulty.

All around us we could see crowds of civilian women lining the pavements and several military units drawn up.

There were also males some white sweeping the pavements and clearing litter. They all looked very pretty dressed in low cut mini dresses and heels obviously aware that carrying out their tasks required them to be careful not to show too much leg or breast.

We realised that we had been bought here to take part in some sort of parade and when a large car pulled up I was astonished to see my officer lover from the previous night alight.

This was not the battle dressed soldier though. She was resplendent in a full dress uniform and was obviously a very senior officer.

There was a flurry of activity orders were shouted the officer mounted a large horse.

We were herded behind the horse and leashes attached around the front two boys at the front.

At the front of the parade a band struck up and off we went.

Totally bound nearly naked and teetering on our heels we were a picture of total subjugation as we were pulled behind our captor through the cheering crowd.

We were mear trophies of war.

Behind us the female warriors paraded

There were hundreds in the crowd, those at the front were able to feel us and slap our heads and faces and grope us without hinderance which they did with great enthusiasam.

It was like being in a throw back to  medieval times, it was awful but worse what else was going to happen to us.

 

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