Taken by Command

They had been living without men, on the outside, for 6 years. They had some young boys with them. But no men.

Inside their spies told them of the collaring, the grooming regimens and public punishments and objectification at almost every turn.

Their community was strong; tree climbers and experts of camouflage, of reading the birds and the winds and weather. They hunted with bow darts dipped in a paralytic poison distilled from buckeye seeds, with bows and arrows, traps, and nets. By necessity it was very difficult to farm; they had to be able to disappear into the mountain trails without a trace. Way away tucked into almost inaccessible canyons they grew what they could- raided much, gathered most.

This was a raid. Bailey was covered in camouflage; dirt, leaves, soot, mud and paint. She blended into the dappled shadows 25 ft off the ground. Her comrades were spread out around her to either side- spaced wide enough so that if one was caught the rest might not even be detected. Rescues were not as important as remaining invisible and procuring food. But they did what they could.

Their target today was a camp. Men from the compound exercised a military discipline when outside it- so no women were with them. What they were doing outside the compound was unclear, and made Bailey uneasy. Usually when the Men of Command came out it was to hunt, harvest or scout- or wage a war of enslavement on the Huntresses- but usually there they were unsuccessful.

Two of the women skilled at hypnosis and trancework had even allowed themselves to be captured in order to send messages out via the hypnotized men. This had been incredibly successful, until a month ago, when the messages had stopped. Bailey's uneasiness on this raid was due in no small part to the silence of their informants, but also was due to the arrival of the new compound commander, a dark, compact, quiet man in his early forties, deeply muscled in a way that showed through his clothing. Instead of staying safely ensconced behind his high walls this man led his men into the field at thrice the rate his predecessors had done. And still to unknown purpose.

Bailey shook off her uneasiness and grounded into her body and breath; she felt the dry clay tightening her skin, the roughness of the bark under her hands and feet, the stillness of the afternoon, and readied herself. She was strong and lithe, her body suppled and hardened by tree climbing, long hikes in rough terrain, and the necessities of survival. Her hair was a curly chestnut exuberance of curls when not slicked with clay and dust, her eyes wide spaced, heavy lidded and a golden tawny color more common to a cat than a human woman.

She was a capable woman of 34, and was well able to remember the growing fear of the last decade as the men changed from friends and brothers and lovers to leering overlords with wandering hands, their society's once-egalitarian values eroding quickly as global and even national communications faltered. As the tightening of sexual control escalated, a core community of women made their secret plan to escape before escape would no longer be an option.

They had taken only those they could trust completely, those who had always resisted the growing regime of control. They had stashed provisions outside the newly constructed compound walls for weeks and then fled with whatever they could carry on their backs. They came back for their caches over the following months very cautiously, and learned through spying that their flight had precipitated the enslavement of all the remaining women. They could expect very little sympathy from those they had left behind.

Bailey shook herself out of memories. Here and now, the camp was deserted. There were no signs of camouflaged underground pits; not visible anyway. There could be some under the tents, of course. But that was always a risk. They were here to gather first aid supplies, imperishables, ammunition or weapons, workable steel, tarps, anything they could grab quickly and transport quietly on their own backs.

Three whistles of the quail call that was no quail, answered by a genuine alarm from a scrub jay who knew a trick when they heard one. Bailey smiled with a closed mouth so her flashing teeth wouldn't give her away. Despite her trepidation she loved a raid.

They moved in- silently- cautiously- invisible until just two of them broke cover and quickly filled four packs each and then handed them off to invisible hands in the shadowed edge of foliage. The hands that received the goods melted like ghosts back into the wood. No alarms- they moved quickly now- risking some noise for speed.

They knew the men had split into four groups of twelve and moved west and south- the Hunting Women, those who knew when to run, women of the moon, moved to the north- except for Bailey and two more- who dropping to only the essentials- fire kit and water and food- began to track the men. They gave the fluting farewell of the canyon wren, a call that was also their most beloved greeting and a prayer for a safe homecoming.

They journeyed quietly, resting often to be fresh and sharp and not miss some subtle sign.

Bailey's team was only a half hour in and they found fresh tracks and a dropped belt clip; Bailey stooped to examine it- locking attachments often being useful to repurpose- and as she stepped near the net sprung up around her and hoisted her up and off the ground.

FUCK. Really bad.

Bailey cursed inwardly and gave the sharp shrill whistle to tell her two trackers to take cover. They obeyed but gave a whistle back - determined not to abandon her- yet. Bailey's heart was racing and terror clawed at her throat. The net was a fine weave and left her tangled and ungainly- her legs above her head and ankles caught in the opening near the top- she managed to get her knife slashing at the net - it was strong and wouldn't give- she slashed more frantically, and finally the net began to give-she had made a palm sized hole when the commander and six of his men materialized out of the bushes.

Bailey kept slashing- she would not freeze or lose a second more than she had to by their arrival. The commander calmly walked up to the net just out of reach of her knife. He held up bear spray- and said- almost gently,

"Drop it- out the hole- or I'll spray this in your face and then in your ass"

Bailey said nothing- just dropped the knife.

"Good girl- hands through that convenient hole- wrists together"

Bailey began to scream and curse- to swing in the net and thrash violently- she was utterly suffused with fear but not hysterical-she prayed to every goddess she knew that this was enough distraction- hopefully- for the other women to begin to get away.

The commander seemed puzzled- "lower the net boys"

The net lowered and Bailey continued thrashing and screaming - two men came close and got kicked wickedly- the commander motioned the groaning (one limping) men back- and held up the spray again and came closer

"Alight you've chosen the hard way"

Bailey - in the net, on the ground- suddenly went still. She hoped they had gotten away. She wouldn't risk permanent damage to her eyes.

"Ah. Okay. Try again. Hands through the hole. Wrists together."

In being dumped on the ground and thrashing it took a while to find the hole again- and she wasn't rushing.

"It's here " the commander didn't come close- just poked her through the hole with a stick he picked up.

Bailey slowly stuck her hands through- palms to palm. The commander held the bear spray next to her face as her hands were bound tightly by one of the men. Bailey watched them all- assessing, checking their gear and movements and cues between each other.

The commander watched her eyes and smiled.

"Open the net."

He didn't raise his voice. He gave the bear spray to a man next to him and came to Bailey- who was kneeling with the net around her with hands bound in her lap. She was covered in the clay and paint, paste and ash of camouflage- a wound rough brown cloth around her breasts and torso - and fabric covering her crotch and ass connected by a string around her hips with leather thongs on her feet. The net was opened and peeled off her. Bailey tensed to spring but the bear spray was less than a few inches from her eye. Her small pack was taken. She waited, trying to remain perfectly still, perfectly composed, perfectly ready.

The commander clicked his tongue and suddenly picked her up over his shoulder- her ass in the air and carried her to the little creek 20 yards away. Bailey began abusing him as soon as he touched her. Cursing and spitting and issuing threats and trying furiously to kick and squirm. He began spanking her as she bounced on his shoulder. He said nothing but chuckled a little. And then he dumped her in the stream. It was a pool about waist deep and shockingly cold. Bailey hitched and gasped- then suddenly sprang up and tried to run- she slipped in the water and went down and then the commander was on her and had her by the hair- her braid gathered in his fist.

"No no little one. This is bathtime."

And - hands bound- her head immobilized by his hand wrapped in her braid- he forced her to kneel in the water while with his other hand he dipped and rubbed across her skin. He ripped away her top- making her curse again and he gave a terse command to one of his men. The man came up bringing a sponge and some soap and began to wash her whole body- face and shoulders and breasts and belly- then Bailey was forced to stand by her hair being pulled up- the commander ripped her other covering off- and naked- she was scrubbed clean. The cold water caused goosebumps to rise and her taut little nipples to stand hard and proud. Her breathing hitched as her camouflage and composure dissolved into the cold creek.

"Much better." Murmured the commander. Bailey blinked back tears and glared. He smiled.

The other man who'd finished scrubbing her down suddenly pinched her nose from behind- Bailey opened her mouth to scream and he popped a ball on a leather strap and bucked it behind her head tightly- forcing her jaw open. He then bucked a thick leather collar around her neck- and the commander leading her out of the water by her hair- she was toweled off by another man who then buckled thick cuffs to her ankles. The ball gag was miserably uncomfortable and made her drool. Tears leaked down her cheeks and the commander looked into her eyes closely. He then began speaking to her in a low, crooning voice.

"Oh you are such a pretty little thing under all that muck. Mmm baby, I'm going to enjoy you so much. Let's start your training right away. First let's further address that filthy mouth of yours. See? We've stopped the problem but we need to address the past."

He sat down on a stump and to Bailey's horror she was positioned over his lap, her hands still bound in front of her- her ass pushed up on his knees- his hand pulling her head up by her hair. She had never felt so small and helpless, so wrathful and upset as she did teetering on his knees as he laid his calloused hand on her ass and kneaded her ripe bare buttocks. It was infuriating.

Then, without warning, he began to spank her- very hard. He took his time- squeezing her ass between every few hits. Bailey tried desperately not to cry out or moan. But from the first spank she was wriggling urgently to get away, and as the ordeal went on the hits kept coming; spank spank spank squeeze- her cheeks were jiggled, then cupped- she felt both the glowing heat and pain growing in her ass and her tears threatening to spill, either from her smarting bottom or abject humiliation, she couldn't decide which was more horrible.

Still- he continued- his hand coming down with firm force- and now, once she began to cry out behind her gag in earnest, he began to speak to her.

"Oh Baby go ahead and fight it, that's right baby it's so hard to take your first spanking I know. Sh- sh-shhhhh -shhh I know- I know that it hurts- But I can spank you for as long as I want. When my hand gets tired I can grab a paddle; and when I get tired of that I can order you spanked, and flogged and even caned. This can go on as long as it needs to and I'll enjoy every moment of it.

You are a very spirited little thing aren't you?. Awe you're fighting so hard baby i can feel it. Mmmm I love your fight baby. Now, fight it or don't but you're going to take this spanking and know that your ass is now mine. Your body is mine. Your tits and your pussy and this tight little asshole-"

Here he stopped and to Bailey's shivering terror he parted her glowing cheeks and traced a light teasing circle around the sensitive skin of her asshole- she couldn't help it- she clenched her ass hard and forced his finger away from her untried star and gave a mighty squirm and arched her back and almost fell off his lap but he quickly pressed her down by the small of her back and laughed.

"Ohhh I see."

He said. And gave a command that Bailey once again didn't catch- were they using code? Then suddenly Bailey felt her ankles parted and locked into place.

"That's a spreader bar, my feisty little pet. You're going to learn to love them. But probably not today."

Bailey tried mightily to close her legs as she thrashed but was held firmly in place.

"Paddle" he said- not to her -

The paddle was suddenly tapping softly against her bum- so she could feel it? He gave a few gentle taps and then, crack! The paddle landed in earnest. Bailey yelped behind her gag- and as the next three strikes landed in quick succession she began to sob uncontrollably. He halted.

"Oh that's so good baby- yes yes cry. Cry it out. You are learning what it means to be owned. That's good. This is your education. Learning anything new is so hard. Cry for me, my pet. Show me how much it hurts to be paddled and spread and helpless. Mmmm. What a little shambles you are."

"Time to break you down a bit more honey then we can go to your new home."

Bailey tried not to listen. She hitched and sobbed and felt ashamed that she'd allowed this man the satisfaction of her broken pride and smarting ass.

Suddenly his finger was at her back entrance again. She tensed but with her ankles spread could not close her cheeks enough to expel him.

"This will hurt way more if you clench. Your choice. It's happening either way."

Bailey hiccuped a sob through her gag and softened her ass.

"Good girl."

He had released her hair and her head fell forward- raising her ass slightly more to him.

The finger- slick with some kind of viscous liquid- was back circling circling- then it sunk in.

She arced involuntarily and was shushed and soothed and petted as he worked it in and out in and out. It was only a finger, but it felt massive in her tight hole. Bailey grunted and moaned as he removed his finger only to come back, and push two fingers slowly into her. It burned. Her ass stretched and twitched and clenched and fought to remain closed, but his slick fingers slid implacably into her and seated themselves inside her. Then he stopped and held them there, his other hand rubbing circles on her low back soothingly, as though he was gentling a horse.

Bailey had known that the women inside the compound were treated at chattel, and all of childbearing years were groomed as sex slaves and breeders and sometimes also maids of all work. But she hadn't really understood what that meant. She was a daring woman, one of those that had escaped, a hunter, a maker of good bows and straight arrows, a fast runner and excellent climber, and she had been reduced to a sobbing little pet with a stuffed ass within 20 minutes with this diabolical man.

Suddenly he withdrew his fingers. "Okay little one, that was very good, now get ready to take your first plugging." at that something hard and cold and smooth nudged at her asshole. She clenched and earned two hard spanks on her tender and glowing bottom. She winced and cried out. "Relax little one, or this will hurt you way more than it needs to. Breathe and do as I say, pet, and you may even be rewarded."

Bailey tried not to panic. It was hard to breathe through the gag and she was frightened and exhausted and more helpless than she had ever been in her life. She slowly unclenched and felt the nudge of cold metal at her ass again, and this time it began to nose its way past her protesting sphincter. "Push out baby, bear down on it for me" Involuntarily Baily pushed- She didn't think about why right now- she just needed to get through this. Despite her pushing he slid the blunt tip inside- oh it felt so wrong!

"Okay now relax Baby, and your body will start to gobble up its plug." Again, obedience: Bailey softened and indeed felt the plug suck up into her a bit. It was wide! As wide as his two fingers; maybe a bit more.

It burned! It Ached! Oh, it hurt! Her ass felt obscenely stretched, she was groaning loudly as he began to fuck her slowly with the plug- just a few inches back and forth, her asshole stretching and aching as she groaned began to beg in gag muffled moans No no no please no no no no please please no

The commander laughed and then pushed firmly and the whole plug; its burning width and length slid home and flush into her slick protesting asshole.

"Oh my sweet pet, that was truly a pleasure. But we must be going. There is only one thing left to check." Then he swiped his fingers along the lips of her pussy. Shock suffused her. Her pussy clenched helplessly, and tingled, and Bailey realized as he stroked along her folds once again that she was aroused- plump and dripping, in fact. How could she possibly be wet? What was happening to her?! She both felt and heard his chuckle, the satisfaction in it; something so smug and indefinably male.

"Oh good girl. I love it when my pets get wet from their pluggings and spankings. You're going to love your new life."

"Alright men, let's move out." Bailey was unbuckled out of the spreader bar and hauled up, and between her ankle cuffs 18 inches of lightweight chain were clipped into place, a leash was clipped to the front of her collar, and the commander gave the plug a few firm taps to push it deeper into her ass. The plug shifted and the weight of it settled differently as she was forced to stand. She moaned softly. The commander turned to regard her now that they were both standing up. He wasn't an exceptionally tall man but he looked down at her nonetheless and smiled.

"Baby if you promise to be good I will take out your gag. No hysterics. And no whistles'' (Bailey's eyes widened) "Oh yes we know about those. You may not speak, scream or beg, either. But it's a long walk and you'll want to breathe well for it. Do you promise to be a very good girl and behave yourself? Nod yes if you agree."

Bailey hesitated for a brief moment, then looked down and nodded. She couldn't make herself hold his gaze as he forced her capitulation. Her gag was unbuckled and with relief she stretched her aching jaw. She kept her eyes down.

"Good girl"

He said it almost as a caress she could feel. She felt her pussy clutch and flood and begin to wet the top of her naked thighs. The commander held her lead in his hand, and he turned to his men, "Move out, check for tracks, if there is one there are more. Halt us if you see anything. Beware of those fucking darts they use. Let's move."

To be continued....