Liberation Susicol@hotmail.com What happened to the wife of a captured male It all went so quickly. When we saw where my dear Paul was heading for, one by one our guys started to run off. The all disappeared, leaving us alone. The more my husband was getting the beating of his life, the less of us remained to watch the spectacle. And a spectacle it was: his own fault, thinking more with his cock than with his brain. Suddenly Susan pulls my sleeve. We are almost left alone. I we stay, we will end up as prisoners of these horrible women, those Amazons. Just look at them smiling, that triumphant look in their eyes. I do not want to end up as one of their slaves. Perhaps we will be able to liberate my Paul later, once we are reorganised. We start off running, five minutes, ten minutes. Through the woods, in the direction of our home. We overtake some of our fleeing colleagues. Suddenly, there seems to be a bottleneck. All of our gang are huddling together, in utter panic. Why don’t they run on? What’s going on up front? Oh no: the road is climbing. But what is worse. Five amazons are standing abreast. Blocking the road. Smiling, assuming the powerstance. Damned, let’s run back. I turn around. Loud shrieks: five Amazons blocking the issue. To the right? Some more warriors. On the left, there is huge wall. We look up: boots, skirts, all black. Encircled. So stupidly, so easily. Everybody seems frozen by the sight. Nothing gets organised. One man storms forward, heading for the leader. She is not disturbed. She just knees him in his balls, he crawls on his belly. Another Amazons pops up from behind, and finishes him off with some punches. He is falling down. The Amazons just takes his legs, and pulls him behind their line. We can hear her giggling. “One more for our collection”. That effectively takes out the last fighting spirit. Their leader is a beauty. Six feet tall, long auburn hair, superbly fit. She shouts: “Shut up, you bunch of children”. Some murmuring, and then: complete silence. “You’re completely surrounded. If you don’t want to end up as this miserable piece of shit behind me, you’d better surrender right away. I give you ten seconds. If you’re not on your knees by then, with your hands in your neck, my friends will take care of you on the spot. Just ask Paul what that means.” Shrieks, we all look at each other. The men drop on their knees first. Bloody cowards: they are supposed to protect us. The girls drop as well, one by one. We’re captives, prisoners. What fate do they intend for us. “Boys, we will take care of you first. You are supposed to be the most dangerous. I didn’t notice it too much. Anyway: your fate is sealed. It is all so simple. You are our prisoners. So shut up. And I guess you know what the end of the story will be. I hope you enjoy your shoes and clothes now. These are their last hours. My girls will come and prepare you. Keep still, or we will give you a special treatment on the spot. The Amazons each choose one of our “warriors”. They are well trained. They grab the left wrist, tie a rope around it, bring the arm down, take the right arm, and tie the wrists together. They are bound. I hear some shrieks of pain. The women take a kind of ball: they ballgag all those men. And then, something original. They put a noose around their neck, and tie that noose to their wrists. Rather humiliating, I would say. “Off you go. Girls, say goodbye to your men. They are ours now.” What would they have for us. The men try to stand up. Here and there an amazon pulls one up by the hair. Where is their pride gone? They are all studying the toes of their shoes. They don’t dare to look at us. Their tears are hard to miss. Two girls put them on a row. There they go: back to where they belong, from now. “Girls, we just liberated you. Obviously, you don’t realize it yet. You soon will. We will tie you, but this is just a precautionary measure, to prevent you from having silly ideas. In our society, there are just male slaves. Please stick out your hands. One of our girls will come, and put the ties on, just for now.” What a difference of tone! What would she mean? Is it just a charm offensive? Anyway, we cannot do a great thing against those formidable warriors. We are not trained to fight. Just to serve our husbands. I put out my arms. An Amazon, a blonde beauty comes in front of me. She touches my cheek. “Don’t worry, everything will be okay.” How reassuring, after what they did to our men. Indeed, she leeves some slack on those ties. In fact they are more symbolic. They help us up. “Now we’re going to walk back, at your rhythm. I suppose you’re rather tired.” We look at each other. To say bewildered would be the least. When we are back in their base, we are kept isolated in a special tent. We keep the ties on, but some girls come to give us some water. They even give us some chairs to rest on. Probably they want to keep us in good shape, in order to get a better price. Our custodians are excited. They hate to stay with us. They are relieved. We hear lots of cheers. The leader of the away party comes in. “He is executed. Your leader is a whore. “Sixteen”, from now on.” I hold up my breath, I cannot believe it. I must have shrieked it out. She comes towards me: “You must be the wife of our whore. Maggy I presume.” I nod silently. They must have something special for me. “Sally wants to see you. Please follow me.” I nod to my friends. We will probably see each other back in slavery or prostitution. She walks me to a tent. She opens the door. I see the tent: very sober, just some benches, and a table. Sally is standing in the middle. She is standing with her back towards the door. Knee boots, a short black short, and a very nice, frilly blouse. Under it she wears a black bra. Not the killer any more, just an extremely beautiful woman. I can see why Paul wanted to conquer her. My guard releases the rope. I kneel down as I used to do for my husband. Sally turns around. “Are you mad? All women are created equal remember. Stand up.” I cannot believe my ears. I stand up. She is almost as tall as I am. She smiles, looks into my eyes. “So you are Maggy. I have got good news for you. Your marriage is over. A whore doesn’t have the right to marry, or remain married. Throw away that ring. It is just the symbol of your oppression.” In fact, she is right: I never had any rights, I just could admire him. And obviously, there isn’t so much left to admire. I pull off the ring, and drop it. What a relief. She must notice the smile on my face. “Maggy is just a silly name. Probably given to you by a man. From now on your name is Lisa.” Indeed, I must admit I like the sound better. “Listen Lisa. Right in this moment all of your friends get the same proposition, given by different Amazons. If you abandon all links with your former status, we will allow you into our realm. Not as an Amazon, that is a status you will have to deserve. Not as a slave or a whore either: we do not believe in the oppression of women. But as a servant. You won’t be entitled to a full uniform yet, just a skirt. We are going to train you to become a warrior. Do you agree? Then drop that silly dress, that symbol of misunderstood feminity.” What can I loose? The protection by a male? Of a male whore? I see her smiling. “Don’t worry, Lisa.” I have never felt so sure. I hated the dress anyway. Paul forced me to wear it, just to show off. I take the hem, and pull it up, slowly. I pull it over my head, and throw it away, giggling. I see some appreciating looks in Sally’s eyes. “Yessss, congratulations, Lisa, you are on your way to become one of ours. ” Strange, I feel well. Not as when that brute tore off my clothes. Though I am just in my lingerie here: light blue panties and a light blue bra. Still in my pumps. They survived the run through the woods. That formidable woman seems to like what she sees. Strange, no man ever looked at me that way. “Let’s see what improvements you will need, Lisa dear. We will turn you into a fighting machine.” She palps my arms, strokes them to the wrists. “Nice, but a little too soft, too. We will need to reinforce them, if only to fend off the attacks.” Her fingers go over my elbows, my shoulders, along my chest, and stop at my belly. She strokes it, with the back of her hands. “Of course, a lot of work to do. We cannot send you into battle with bad abs.” Indeed, as I feel it, I must be ashamed of that flabbing belly. “And now, the most important for an Amazon.” She kneels down. Her hands stroke me, on both sides of my hips. She feels my legs. She pinches them. She strokes the inner side of my upper leg. She goes down, and up again. I get pimples. She seems to have noticed it. She smiles. I smile back. Indeed, I cannot deny it. I like the feel of these soft hands. “Lisa, an Amazon needs her legs to run, to overtake male fugitives. Normally, you can knock out, or at least incapacitate a male with a good kick. And when you get them in well locked scissors, they won’t escape. They can as well surrender right away. They are yours. And that, honey, is the greatest feeling in earth. To know that you have just conquered one more of these miserable creatures. But for a good kick, you will need good feet.” She starts untying the straps of my right shoe. I am glad to get rid of it, it just reminded me of my marriage, my official slavery to that tyrant. She sweetly opens the straps of my left shoe. I am on my bare feet. “Well, we’ll need to reinforce those a little bit. Your feet and legs will be your killer weapons. Let me show you what they will be like, within some weeks.” She stands up, and bows again. She unzips both of her boots, and steps out of them. Those legs do not look huge, but they are perfectly shaped. The proportions are perfect. “Come on, Lisa, do not worry, feel them.” I hesitantly kneel down, and put my hands on her knees, and shove up. Indeed, not a way to pinch them. Rock hard. She doesn’t seem to want to stop me, as I move up, my hands under her skirt. I touch her ass. Same story. Unfortunately it is covered in her panties. “Don’t worry, your legs are potentially as strong. I bet you want to feel some real abs as well.” Can I even touch this glorious woman further? I nod, hardly dissimulating my joy. She grins, and smiles. She hurries to open her frilly blouse. I am immediately attracted to her black bra. She must have glorious breasts. She must be aware of this attention. I stroke her belly with the back of my right hand. The classical washboard. “I bet you are interested in my shoulders.” Of course! She doesn’t wait for the answer. She drops het blouse. Indeed, terrible shoulders: Broad, muscled, but elegant. I fondle them a little bit. I pass over the straps of her bra. I presumes she knows what I am thinking about. She comes next to my ear. She whispers into my ears. “Lisa dear, turn around, I want to see your back.” Oh, is she turning away? She stands behind me. She puts her hands on my hips, and massages them. She brings her fingers towards the spine. She tickles me. Never, never has a man made me feel so good. I feel her fingers moving up. I close my eyes. She whispers. “Dear Lisa, you have a marvellous back, we will add some strength to it later. But for now, I’d like to see it completely. And there is just a small obstacle here. Would you mind if I remove it.” Oh no, of course not, what is she waiting for? But I’d like to see some more of her body as well. I try my most seductive whisper. “Of course not, Sally. But we are equal, aren’t we? Wouldn’t you step out of that skirt?” “You’re so right Lisa. Please help me to remove it.” She jumps in front of me. Her eyes are twinkling. I quickly unclasp her belt. I slide that black skirt along her marvellous legs. She is still clad in black: black sportbra and a black sport-bikini. “Thank you so much my dear. Now it is my turn.” She is behind me again. She fondles my back again. At last I hear the click. She undid my bra. She doesn’t hesitate any more. She slips down the straps, over my shoulders. And pulls it off. I feel her hands fondling my breasts. “I guess those won’t need a lot of training” she whispers in my ears. The next moment I feel a nice little bite in my ear lobe. It is more and more difficult to keep calm. She comes back in front of me. She shows me the front clasp of her bra. I do not need another word. I open that black bra, uncover her glorious breasts, and drop that bra. She is jubilant. She presses herself up to me, presses our breasts together. She is wetting her lips. Rather clear what she wants. I let my tongue slip over my lower lip. She follows it with her right finger. I open my mouth, she slips her finger into it, I lick it. She brings her mouth to mine. She licks my lips, I find her tongue with mine. We play around a little bit. Our tongues are intertwined. I feel my nipples harden. Hers are looking stronger than ever. I must be soaking wet by now. “Honey, I want to inspect you completely…Get rid of that last reminder of his superiority.” Indeed, she means my panties. She slips her hand into the waistband, fondles with my ass. She shoves it down. I am stark naked, and I don’t mind it at all. On the contrary, I feel just an immense pleasure. “Sally, will you teach me everything?” I whisper, why I wander my fingers on her bikini. I feel her getting as wet as I am. “Don’t you need some fresh air?” “Oh yes, Lisa, please release me…” I start folding over her panties, slowly. She massages my long blonde hair. I shove them down, they are just held up by the elastics over her legs. Just a little pull, and there they are. She shrieks out, sheer joy. She jumps on me, I fall down, she lies down on me. Marvellous: contact all over with her marvellous body. Her legs on mine, our wet pussies touching, our hardened nipples pressing against each other. Our fingers laced together, and our mouthes just one. Our tongues passionately fighting. She is stronger than I am. I don’t have the stamina yet. I give up. She goes on. I’d like to rest, but her tongue pushes mine from one side to another. I feel her one hand on my left nipple, just exciting me, on and on… But her other moves down, slowly but surely. Yes, I know where it is heading for. She plays with my pubic hair, tickling a little bit. At last, she has found what she was looking for. Her fingers go in, they play around with my so very sensitive spot, I really don’t know what is happening any more. She is an expert at this game as well. She goes on stimulating me, I see lightflash after lightflash. She exhausts me. “Please Sally, stop…or don’t”. “Oh yes, one more time”. In she goes again, I can just see her smile. At last, she lies down, next to me, holding my hand. I never felt so secure. Not for long. “Come on, let’s get up, we have work to do, Lisa honey.” She jumps around, nude, still as beautiful. She puts on her famous battle-dress: boots, skirt, halter top. She stretches a little bit. Obviously ready for battle. But what about me. Obviously I cannot get out the way I am. “Oh, dear Lisa, first let me explain some things to you. Obviously you know there are basically two kinds of people. Of course the lowest of women is still higher than any man. Under no circumstances, a man can be placed above a woman. Among men, you have two classes. Slaves can work for us. That is the only right they have got. Sometimes we give them a piece of clothing. Whores also work for us, but in a special way. They service us when we want them to. Of course we don’t let them penetrate us. Imagine they would enjoy it. They are just there so we can use them. Of course we like to choose the whores among the former leaders of our enemies. So those enemies are not too enthusiastic to lead a battle against us. Public whores are at the service of every passer by. The private ones just have to service their mistress. Of course whores don’t have any right. They are just human in form. Among women, we have amazons and servants. You become an amazon when you capture a man. An amazon is entitled to the full uniform: boots, skirt and halter top. She also is entitled to the ceremonial sword. Servants just wear a skirt and slippers. They are being trained to become an Amazon. We want all of them to be full fledged warriors. You too. Permanent relations between servants and amazons are impossible. Servants have to devote all of their time to combat training. That is why now you can put on these black pants, and this black leather skirt. Lisa, it is the first part of your uniform. I am sure you will already be wear it proudly. Soon, we will wellcome you among us. I will give you the best possible trainer, my own girlfriend, Lindy.” Damned, was she just fooling around with me. Dit she just conquer me, as she conquered my former husband? She must see the panic in my eyes. “Oh Lisa, I love you very much, but the law is the law. Be sure you can compete with the other girls.” I put on that nice black bikini. And the marvellous skirt. Very short, very narrow, low waist. Horribly sexy. Yes indeed, I want to be an Amazon, more than ever. I wonder why I stayed with that male for such a long time. One day I will have those boots, and that halter top. I will have to walk around topless for now. But in any case, those breasts can be seen. In comes a beautiful, tall, black haired Amazon. “Hi Lisa, I am Lindy, your personal trainer. We will make a nice Amazon out of you. If you deserve it. But today, you have to work a little bit with Leader Sally. I guess you will recognize some of those whores. Just a piece of advice. No mercy. They have been mistreating you for ages. And they are so inferior. See how they will want to flatter you, as soon as they notice your superior status. Self-esteem? Forget it. Remember: they are prostitutes, sluts, plain whores, and your slaves. You don’t have to ask them anything. If you want them to do something, order. They will obey. If they don’t obey, punish, hard en swiftly. Even terrorize them: punish them without reason. And above all: show them their place: the lowest step on the ladder. Therefore: don’t stop humiliating them; be inventive, find new ways, even they won’t expect. Don’t feel sorry for them, they deserved it, all of them. Enjoy!” Quite obvious that piece of advice. We come out of the tent. I follow Sally. Everywhere I see Amazons: some of them I remember. All of them have a servant with them: apparently all the girls have crossed the line. They all realized where their best interest is. They all look better: of course still barefoot, but in a black skirt, nicely accentuating their legs. All of them eager to become Amazons. “Lisa, we will first go and have a look at the enemy. At least what is left of them. You can laugh.” We turn around a corner. A long lane. What an incredible sight. All of them, together. The men of my former gang. Prisoners. Still in uniform. But… hanging on a cross, in a long row. Hanging forward: some are not able to keep upright anymore. Some have sagged through their legs. They are just hanging on their ropes. Other ones try to rest on one foot. Their eyes are empty. Some of them have seen me. They seem to realize I am on the right side now. There is Mark. He used to be the smaller brother of whore sixteen. His eyes are begging me to come. I go nearer.to him. He opens his mouth. “Please Maggy…” “Prisoner, my name is Lisa. But you won’t make that mistake again. Prisoners haven’t got the right to speak. Open your mouth, quickly.” He is flabbergasted, his mouth falls open. I take a ballgag, and push it swiftly into it. I pull his head forward, and tie the straps in his neck. Tears, sweat and fear. Sally’s face is jubilant. “That is the way, Lisa. You probably wonder why we haven’t executed them yet. Well, see this as their waiting room. We don’t want to have all the fun at the same time. We keep them here as prisoners. We feed them just a little bit, but they remain tied up. But that’s already fun to see, isn’t it? When an Amazon has exceptional merits, she deserves to execute one of these: he can bring him to his natural state. All of them will end up either as a slave, either as a whore. Some of them are marked with a red P on their cheek: P for prostitute. I suppose they are in a hell of a state of a mind. Obviously they aren’t too comfortable here. But perhaps they don’t like their prospect either. Either way their hopes are limited, to say the least. I suppose some of them just want to get it over with. The unmarked ones must not feel too well either. Their only hope is just to end up in slavery.” I recognize all of them. No more cat calls nows. Just silence and fear. Sally gives me a marker. A red one. I open it. I see horror in their eyes. They would like to hide. I stop in front of one guy. He once made a pass at me. A whore to be. Soon in the prostitution. A little bit farther. Not too bad looking. I take the marker. The sisters will enjoy him. He starts sobbing. He doesn’t understand. He never did me anything wrong. I see absolute terror in his eyes. “No reason whatsoever, baby. Just because you are a male.” Sally shrieks out in laughter. “That is the spirit, Lisa. That is enough cause.” We go on giggling, scaring all those heroes to death. No aspiring looks any more, just fear, fear of all females. They’re right in their place. “But, Lisa, let’s go and see our biggest prize of all. I guess you know that body”. Indeed, he has mistreated more than enough. I see him: the body that used to be my master. He is locked in a cage: sis feet by six, not more than four feet high. He doesn’t look that strong any more: he is huddled together, completely naked, and I hear him sobbing. I whisper: “Sweet sixteen, I am here. Do you recognize me? I suppose you do.” His eyes are completely red. Some hope? No, he sees my uniform. He knows I am on the other side by now. Sally smiles: “Yes, sixteen, I am going to let you out of your cage. Not for too long, be sure. But we like our whores to be as beautiful. And there are somethings which need some improvement.” She opens the door. He crawls out of it, and lies at our feet. “Sit up, on your knees, you miserable creature.” He stumbles more or less upright. Sally opens a big box. “So, sixteen: this is your beauty case. We will make you even more attractive. Let’s start at the top. Keep your head upright, slut.” He is obviously reluctant, but he doesn’t dare to refuse. I wonder how he must feel. I shouldn’t wonder. A whore doesn’t feel. “Don’t dare to move, little slave.” Sally opens a little bottle, and pours it on his hair. I understand. I start rubbing his head. He freezes down. His proud dick has shrunk away. So, that’s done. He has got nice white hair, from now on. Apparently our sisters like them that way. Sally puts away the empty bottle. She shows me the case. This will be fun. “Stand up, doll.” He obeys. His cock used to be a little bit prouder. “Honey, your face looks a little bit subdued. We will brighten it up. Your lipstick has faded away. But you already know that day of the drill, I think.” He touts his lips. I take the bright pink lipstick. A nice little hart. “Close those eyes” Dark blue eyeliner, to make his eyes a little bit sexier. Silverblue eyeshadow. He must look like a scarecrow by the end. A little bit of blush on those cheeks. “That’s the way you liked me, no? Oh, I forgot the topping. Keep those eyes closed. I know how hard it is to put those on.” Huge lashes are hard to fit. There they are. “Oh, you are such a vamp, sixteen, I am sure you won’t have to sit still. Don’t cry. And now your fingers, spread open your hands. Give me your right hand”. He stretches out his arm. One by one I glue on his new, extra long scarlet red nails. Same on the left side. “Keep your fingers still, sweetheart:. We don’t want anything to fall off.” I see Sally behind him with some other kind of bottle. “Honey, lie down, on your back. Something more, and then you’re nearly ready.” He trembles and shivers all over, but he doesn’t even think about resisting any more. A whole bunch of girls is admiring us. They probably know what happens next. He goes down, and lies. “Open up, lovely. Legs open, arms open. Soon you will be open for everybody. He even hurries to obey. Sally starts pouring some fluid, some kind of wax. She rubs it in on his chest, his legs. Oh, now I see: she pours it under his armpits. Wherever there is some hair: some epilation. And indeed, where it will hurt most. “Don’t be too excited, dear.” She puts some resin above his dick: his pubic hair. “Needs some time to dry out, I suppose.” In the meantime I take his feet, and give his toenails a nice bright red polish. “We don’t like unfinished products, do we?” “And, sixteen, I will finish you. First your legs. They only have to be beautiful from now on. Stand up.” Sally doesn’t hesitate a second. She tears off the wax. The whore shrieks out. “Under your arms.” His lips are shivering. He lifts his arms. Out comes his hair. Quickly she takes off the wax off his chest. “And now the nicest part. But then you are ready for service.” She doesn’t hurry at all now, she slowly peels it off. This must hurt terribly. I see him looking desperately. As if I would want to betray our leader, just to help this thing. He nearly faints. He seems relieved to lose all of that hair as well. “There, the perfect bikini-line. You are ready. And we will prove that. On your knees, and on your belly, and spreadeagled!” Applause by the girls. I know what to do. I stand in front of him, and drop myself on him. I put my knees on his shoulders. I hold his head down, and press it between my thighs. He trembles like a leaf. I look up, and see why the sisters where applauding. “And this is the privilege of the conqueror, the inauguration.” She has strapped on a huge, black, thick thing. It reminds me of the thing beneath me. Sally kneels down between its legs, pulls open his buttocks, and rams the dildo into his ass. At last the whore is raped. He has found his destiny. He doesn’t same to enjoy it. He tries to move his arms, but they are blocked. He tries to shake his head frenetically. His back is jerking up and down. I hear some silenced shrieks. Sally rams on. She withdraws, smiling. Our slut is moving, in spasms. Sally looks around, and at her prey. She goes in again. The applause is tremendous. The body beneath me doesn’t move too much any more. Sally pulls out again. She stands up, with a beautiful broad smile. I stand up as well. I grab his right shoulder, and pull him over. He lies on his back. Everybody can admire him now. And his huge hard-on.