Taken by Command Pt. 02

This is part 2 of the story, to read Part One read Taken By Command

Bailey was exhausted. She had been walking, naked, for hours. The emotional exertions of her capture by the Commander and his men, the aching sensation of the heavy plug sunk in her ass, and the long forced march with her hands bound and a collar and leash around her neck were combining to make her stumble with weariness on the lightweight chain attached between her ankle cuffs. Bailey was trying hard to shut out the knowledge that she had been stripped, spanked, plugged, and checked for arousal. Of all the humiliations the fact that she had been wet after her spanking was the worst of all.

As they marched and she was tugged along on her leash, she worked desperately to deny it to herself. But, in vain. For although she truly wanted nothing more than this all to be some horrible nightmare, she had not survived in a clandestine, nomadic society of mostly women for the last six years by lying to herself. She had been soaking.

She knew that she had always been fascinated by the tales their spies relayed from inside the compound since they had all escaped 6 years ago and the remaining women had been enslaved. She had been rapt to hear of the collars the women wore, of their sexual servitude and that they were kept shaved and spanked publicly and made to dress in revealing and humiliating outfits. She had never dared to admit, even to herself, that those images came unbidden when she lay on her own in the women's tents as she thought of watching the men from the foliage, her poisoned darts at the ready, wondering if such a fate would ever befall her.

Despite the constant danger and vigilance she had lived in, she had never truly believed that she would ever be the one leashed and shacked and led naked through the forest. She had trusted herself to fight, or even to die, before that happened.

But it was not so. All it had taken was one step into the trap, and the net had closed, and she had been taken and overpowered and stripped not just of dignity but her belief in her own power. As she stumbled along, exhausted and miserable but still, somehow, unmistakably wet, Bailey slowly marshalled her exhausted mind into coherence. A trap. They are starting to understand what we need, what we will look for. They are beginning to understand us.

A new wave of fear flooded her then, not for herself, but for all the women had fought for in their hard scrabble existence living rough and trying to forge a new society all while keeping the best of what they remembered alive.

And the gifts of their choice- the indelible and deeply transformative magic of wild and rough living; no one had prepared her for that. What it meant to tune your body to bird calls and sunrises, to forgo electricity and learn that a human being has much keener night vision than she could ever have imagined. She had become strong in ways expected and unexpected.

Accustomed to discomfort- weather and winds and bare feet and a hungry belly; but also the keen bliss of a mind fully alive to everything around her- because her life had depended upon it. Her senses had become hyperaware, hyper attuned to the nuances of her environment.

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Now, her life depended on this man who held her leash in his hand. She wanted to spit and fight- in fact, she must do so if only to be convincing. If she were to find some way to communicate with her people, she needed to play this to the hilt.

Bailey suddenly felt the change in the air that marked that they were approaching civilization, a change in the birds, a change in the smells drifting on the wind. She hadn't realized they had come so far. The compound was in view, its imposing walls and almost medieval aspect was on the next rise. Once she went inside those walls, would she ever leave again? Bailey quailed at the thought. This was not where she had lived before; the rupture and flight; this had been built afterwards. Of the ways of the people inside she knew only from reports from spies. Otherwise, it was unknown.

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The massive gates opened, and they walked in between the posted guards and Bailey, despite her worn out state, took note. She made no eye contact, her nudity and humiliation made that impossible. But she assessed everything. There were 4 guards at the gate, two inside, two out, plus two more atop the wall. She knew that there were hidden cameras as well. She wondered about the sourcing of ammunition for the compound's weapons. They had no in-house manufacture; meant they must still be in allyship with the regional factories. Tracking and taking note almost, but not quite- helped her manage her fear as she was led inside. She didn't visibly shake, but her breath stuttered slightly despite her efforts to compose herself.

They passed into the wall- it was almost 15feet thick- a dark and cool tunnel- It was rooms and housing as well as a wall- and across a broad open courtyard of spartan military style, (which made her senses scream at the lack of cover and camouflage), then through another, smaller inner wall and gate, (two guards) and into a space that was obviously more civilian, for living.

It was a town. There were people going about their work and washing was hanging on lines out of high balcony windows. It even had a certain charm. And the women... to Bailey's surprise, many were dressed, in simple shirts and trousers, loose and plain. Nothing of the sex slave about them. But many were... well. Half naked, or in outfits that hid nothing but displayed nearly everything, and all of these had thick collars on their necks, with a sturdy circle of brass or silver at the front and back. None of these women were unaccompanied. Each was chaperoned, both by men and women, some had leashes attached to their collars. She blushed horribly when she saw a pretty young brunette that had a chain that was attached to something between her ass cheeks.

Bailey saw these displayed and collared women and she blushed and then blushed again. Despite her nakedness and shackles, she did not resemble them. They were... shaved, if their pubis was displayed, and had elaborate hairdos and none of them had been living out of doors for 6 years and climbing trees and hunting and ... Bailey had clay caked into her hairline, callouses on her hands and feet, she was darkened by the sun and lithe as a wild animal. The commander tugged her forward insistently when she slowed, and she tripped and almost fell. He stopped and regarded her and for the first time since their march began Bailey met his eyes.

His were green, long lashed, and penetrating. Bailey fought to maintain eye contact, the urge to drop her eyes was overwhelming, but she knew it would feel like losing to him. The man was silent as he swept his eyes down her naked body and then back to her eyes. He tugged her closer and reached out and squeezed her breast, running his thumb over her nipple with an expression of mild and musing curiosity. Her nipple shot a zinging pleasure straight to her core, as she stifled a moan. He smiled.

"Mmm, so responsive. Lovely. Well my pet, we need to get you all settled in. There is much to attend to but I don't want to miss it, you need to become accustomed to my handling, after all." Without thinking, Bailey spat.

It hit him in the cheek. He didn't move, but his eyes went flat and hard and his lips pressed into a grim line. A pocket of absolute stillness opened on the street around them.

"Oh. Pet. I do think you're going to regret that very much." he said in a deliberate, low voice as he calmly wiped away the glob of spit.

She glared at him. He moved the with sudden violence, hauling her over to a four legged piece of furniture that just happened to be in the street, raised on a small platform. Kicking, screaming, struggling, she was hauled to it, buckled face down, her ankles attached to the back legs, her wrists to the front legs, her belly and torso snug against the narrow plank, a strap was cinched around her waist and tightened. It happened so fast.

The back end was slightly higher, her toes barely brushed the ground, while her head hung down and blood rushed into her ears. Her hair was pulled to raise her head up and a ball gag was forced back into her mouth and bucked tightly around her head. Then cloth was tied around her eyes, and the world went dark.

She could hear that the people from the crowded street were drawing closer. They murmured excitedly, but in hushed voices. She heard a woman say, "These wild ones, they need proper breaking. Otherwise they never know how to behave." She shuddered. Not even the women here were trustworthy.

Bailey squirmed but couldn't move, she was pinned tightly in place. A calloused hand brushed down her back and stopped on her ass. She tensed. It squeezed. She felt breath in her ear, and the Commander whispered, "Time to learn, my little one."

She felt him step away. The blindfold had dissolved much of any shreds of composure she had left. Her hyperattuned senses, heightened even more by the binding of her eyes, were wreaking havoc on her mind and body, her heart was hammering, she was trembling and her breath was coming in shaky gasps.

WHAP!

The lash was many stranded, stinging, wielded without mercy. It landed and curled around the round globes of her ass and flicked around her hips. Her ass clenched around the plug stuffed inside, bringing those nerve endings back to life. She screamed behind the gag. The second lash was just as hard, and landed in the same stinging spot as the one before. She screamed and wracked in breath through the gag in her mouth, drooling and mewling and desperately trying to loosen her implacable bonds. The next few lashes evenly reddened her entire buttocks, so in the private blind dark of her public flogging, her entire ass glowed with profound aching heat as her plug seemed to swell in size.

She could not take any more. But she would. And as the next lashes rained down, striking her again and again, she did take it. She screamed out all her fear and desperation, she fought the unfightable bindings with hopeless rage, she thrashed and twitched and felt a roaring in her ears rise even as she felt the strikes arch her and wring her out and heard the commander giving her a lecture as the lash fell.

"Take this my pretty little pet, my wild thing. Take it and ride it. That's all you can do. You're such a helpless little shambles. I love to make you a shambles. Maybe that will be one of your names. My Shambles. Oh I love you to feel this way, my little slave. Know that you can do nothing but take what I give you, however you take it is up to you, but take it you will. Mmm look at your lovely, red, helpless ass, plugged and lashed. So pretty. So desperate."

He stopped and rubbed her glowing, stinging cheeks. Bailey flinched and tried to marshall her ragged breathing. She felt his hand drifting down to brush against her pussy lips. To her horror, pleasure flooded through her clenching, needy pussy. He rubbed her and laughed and addressed the crowd.

"She's wet." She heard a chuckling murmur rise around her. She moaned now with abject humiliation. He wiped his soaking fingers on her glowing ass. The commander spoke again close to her ear,

"Now that I see you're enjoying this, I will remind you that this is punishment, pet. Not for enjoyment. I'll not be going so easy on you now."

A new implement was tapping at her backside at his words, a heavy wooden one. The paddle! She could not take the paddle right now! Her ass was so tender, so hot and swollen and sore. She began to plead with him, but all her pleas were muffled and garbled and he ignored her.

CRACK!

Bailey screamed a new scream, a scream she didn't even know she'd had inside her. The paddle landing on her lashed cheeks, so soon after her first spanking next to the creek, and then here being blindfolded and strapped so securely in place, was taking her into a place in her body that she'd never gone to before.

By all the wild winds, it hurt in a thudding, deep, awful way. But worse, oh so much worse, was that after the paddle landed, she felt her pussy clenching and fluttering. The commander had tied the sensations together with that one gentle swipe of his fingers, the bastard, and now she was horribly aware of her own arousal.

CRACK!

Again she cried out and swore and cursed him and all that were gathered into the interminable pits, to the seven hells. But no one could understand her curses, muffled and muted as they were.

CRACK!

She broke. Bailey slumped, utterly spent, and sobbed, heaving, shaking, pleading and begging and crying and wishing she had never, never spit on him, had never dared to glare into his face and bring this misery down on her poor, aching, vulnerable, beaten and plugged ass.

CRACK!

She sobbed. There was nothing she could do. The paddling would go on until he was done. Her fight was gone. She had gained nothing.

CRACK!

She screamed but only because she had to. Then she sobbed and drooped over the table like a wet rag draped over a rock to dry.

"Shhhhhhhhh--shhhhhhhh. That's a good girl. Accept your place. This is what happens when you fight. I hope you've learned a good lesson today. The first of many."

He was rubbing her tenderized cheeks. She barely flinched. She didn't have the strength. She felt herself being unbuckled and the strap around her waist was released. She was lifted up, but her knees gave out. She was sitting in a heap when the cloth was untied from her eyes. It was so bright, she squeezed her tear swollen eyes shut. His hand cupped her chin and tipped it up.

"Look at me, pet." She opened her eyes and looked up into his face. He rubbed a thumb over her teary cheek and gazed intently down at her, his expression strangely soft. Her breathing hitched and then slowed, ragged but calm. She felt held and still under his eyes. She knew there were still people all around, watching, but she didn't care. She felt like she was floating, floating away and held here only by his look and hand on her cheek. The ball gag made her jaw ache.

"I'm going to take out your gag, and you're not to say anything. Is that clear?" Bailey nodded. The gag was unbuckled and fell out, covered in her drool. She stretched her jaw and closed it in relief.

"Carry her to the baths." Bailey felt herself lifted up as she closed her eyes and drifted away.

..... to be continued