Taken by Command Pt. 03

Bailey came to as she was lowered gently into hot water. It stung her ass but soothed all her aching muscles. Oh gods, the glories of submersion in hot water. Of all the things she missed about civilization, this was top of the list. Her collar and ankle and wrist bindings had been removed. Someone was lathering her hair and massaging her scalp. Try as she might, she could barely open her eyes to see who it was. She didn't really care. The hands felt heavenly. Another set of hands (another set??) began to scrub her arms, chest and torso with a cloth.

Bailey opened her eyes.

"You're a real mess aren't you? Dear gods these tangles are going to be some work." Two women, both naked and collared, were there, bathing her. The one wielding the cloth was dark skinned, with many small braids to her waist, and large, dark eyes framed by sharp gull-wing brows. Her face was haughty, lovely, and she had taut, high breasts the size of large oranges topped with chocolatey nipples. Her small waist flared into wide hips and a large, curvaceous ass.

Bailey tried not to stare but failed. She felt her mouth water a little. The woman who was washing her hair tipped Bailey's head back and began to pour water over her scalp again and again, rinsing her clean and soothing every nerve ending in her body. Bailey closed her eyes and gave a soft sigh of appreciation. She felt completely boneless and unable to resist, and being with women made her relax even more, for although some part of her knew these women were not her people, she couldn't help but at least trust them more because of their gender.

"Oh I know honey, let it out. The first day is always rough, especially on you wild-caught ones." This from the hair washer, who Bailey now saw was a pixie of a woman, a sharp chinned petite brunette, her creamy light skin contrasted with the other woman's dark glowing beauty. Her small breasts and lithe well-knit frame was sharpened by intelligence in her dark lashed green eyes.

These lovely naked women's hands on her exhausted and aching body felt wonderful. When she closed her eyes again Bailey could almost imagine she was back in the wilds with one of her lovers, Kiana, maybe, and they had hiked to the hot springs and.... mmmmmm.

A thought rose as slowly as a soap bubble in her mind.

I mustn't trust them.

But it didn't mean she shouldn't get to enjoy this, did it?

"Turn over for us, ass up." Bailey didn't want to comply, but was still too tired to resist as she was rolled over and her ass coaxed above the water line. She felt her plug being tugged at- it hurt and dragged as it was pulled slowly from her ass. She groaned as it slid out. Fingers rubbed around her sore and twitching asshole, and one slender digit slipped in and fucked her ass gently before sliding away. Bailey felt her face redden slightly but mostly she was too boneless and relaxed to care.

"Alright pretty wild bird, we are going to leave you to soak for a few minutes and get some other things ready in the meantime. Be good." That from the one with the long braids, and she pinched Bailey's nipple playfully before she stood up, which made Bailey gasp a little, before she sleepily settled back into the water with a sigh.

She watched them both cross the room out of half lidded eyes and busy themselves over a low padded table and counter. She wasn't alone, but it gave her a chance to look at her surroundings. This tub was big enough for three people, deep and luxurious and surrounded by windows that looked out into some honeysuckle vines that had clambered up into the trees. There was no long view, but she could tell the windows were facing south.

South. Her friends, her lovers, her sisters. They would be breaking camp, moving to a new location now that she had been captured. She was relieved that she couldn't give their location away, no matter what she was put through. If she ever escaped, she wouldn't know where to find them. It would take weeks of tracking to even pick up their trail, if she found them at all.

She felt her fear rising again, but calmed herself and her breathing. She knew she had been through too much too quickly to absorb the magnitude of her situation. Now was a time to rest. To recover her strength and wits. Who knew how long this respite would last? She forced her mind to the present, to the hot water, to her body's hungry needs.

She vehemently did NOT want to be aroused... but ooooh. She felt her hands drift to her tits and rub lazily over her small nipples. Goddess but that felt lovely. Her pussy begged for attention, ached and throbbed as she rolled her nipples more insistently between her fingers.

"Oh little bird I told you to be good!" Bailey's eyes flew open. Both women were looking down at her, the dark one had an expression of consternation on her face that was belied by a slight twinkle in her eyes, the pixie was grinning, but in a way that made Bailey uneasy.

They pulled her to her feet. The water sloshed and they helped her to step out of the tub. She left it reluctantly. They were surprisingly strong. Bailey expected to be in much better shape than these kept women, but right now she was still weak from her punishment, forced march, and capture. And both of them obviously kept fit. Or were required to keep fit.

"I'm Shayna, but you call me Miss Shayna until told otherwise, understood?." the braided woman with the laughing eyes told her. Bailey blinked at her, and Shaynah reached out and pinched Bailey's nipple, hard. Bailey jerked back with a yelp and knocked the hand off her chest.

"I can call the guards in, if you like. Or you can do as you're told. Your choice." Shayna's eyes were stern now, threatening.

"No! Don't call them.... I'll do what you want."

"You'll behave ....?" Shayna arced an eyebrow at her. Bailey looked blank for a moment then caught on.

"I'll behave, Miss Shayna."

"Good girl". Shayna reached out with both hands and palmed both of Bailey's breasts. They weren't large, just enough of a handful to fill Shayna's palms. Bailey fought not to arch her back- the hands on her felt better than her own hands had felt. Why was she responding this way? What was happening to her?!

"Mmmm what cute tits you have, little bird. I can see you love to have them squeezed too. Good girl. Now follow me and Miss Tara and do what we say."

Bailey felt lust and resentment coiling in her belly as she was led over to the padded table and pressed back until she lay on her back.

She stayed compliant until they began to buckle ankle and wrist restraints on her... she tensed and almost fought but caught Shayna opening her mouth to call... Bailey was awake enough now- she weighed her options rapidly; disable these two women and fight unarmed- how many guards? -while naked, inside a labyrinth of a town within a military compound up on the second floor... She went limp. Shayna narrowed her eyes and nodded, once.

"Not a stupid one. Good for you. That will serve you well, wild bird. Now it's time to tame you a bit."

They bent her knees and strapped her ankles to the side of the table, her heels near her ass, then cinched each leg down at her bent knees. The result was that her pussy was wantonly splayed- her juices unmistakably beginning to leak down her crack. Her wrists were pulled up and elbows bent, and two straps were added above and below her breasts, which seemed to accentuate them and also immobilized her even more securely.

Bailey fought to remain calm as she felt her helplessness and fear increasing, even as her pussy gushed.

Tara put her face near Bailey's and gazed into eyes searchingly for a moment then bent down and kissed her lightly, oh so lightly on the lips. Her lips were sweet and soft and wonderful and Bailey felt herself kissing her back despite herself.

Tara pulled away and smiled and then pinched one of Bailey's nipples sharply. Bailey hissed and gasped, Tara moved her mouth down and sucked the abused little bud into her mouth and rolled it with her tongue as Bailey moaned and tried to move but was held firmly in place. Then Tara gave a nip that made Bailey buck even more, before she pulled away and switched her attentions to the other breast.

Bailey was in delicious torment. Her nipples were shooting electric fire straight to her clit, which felt like little sparks were dancing off it, she was creaming and gushing liquid and swollen and needy and helpless and horrified at herself, for although at home she had played unabashedly with giving and taking pleasure, all had been consensual delight.

Now, tied and forced, she was vibrating with need when she most wanted to remain calm and stoic. She split there, hung on her fury and humiliation and overpowering need to cum, trembling in tension and yet getting no relief.

Tara pulled something that clinked off a side table and before Bailey could look to see what it was a sharp metal clamp was attached to one stiff nipple and then the other, a short chain between them. Bailey whimpered and Tara flicked each bud appreciatively while watching her face. Bailey's nipples throbbed and swelled in the clamps. She let out a little keening moan and hated the whiny, weak sound of her own voice.

"Very good little bird" this was Shayna speaking again- "Now we are going to shave you, and we don't want any nicks, so stay very, very still." Bailey wanted to cry out in vehement protest. Something about being bald down there was deeply humiliating.

She would feel like one of them, then. Not a huntress, not a strong weapon-wielding wood phantom. But a little domesticated, submissive pet indeed. But her mind stilled her. No nicks. She shuddered. That was more important. Hair could grow back. Would grow back- when she escaped.

She closed her eyes and deepened her breathing as she felt herself being trimmed and then a cream being rubbed all around her pussy and ass. Then a razor swiped along her skin. And again. Bailey breathed more slowly, allowing herself to drift on the physical sensations and let go of thought. Her clamped nipples ached and throbbed, her pussy was weeping, the razor actually felt pleasurable, giving attention to her lips and monz and around her crickled anus that was still puffy and sore from her long plugging. She felt her armpits also being lathered and shaved, and sighed and fought no more.

As she drifted, into her mind the commander's face appeared as he had looked down on her after her punishment in the town square. She mentally flinched and willed his tender, possessive gaze away. She also tried to will away the memory of feeling comforted by his gaze, at peace lying in a heap at his feet. But the feeling stayed with her, and by the time she felt a warm damp cloth sponging at her now bald and smooth pussy she didn't fight the moan of pleasure that escaped her lips.

"Oh you're so lovely!" Tara exclaimed. Bailey opened her eyes to see both women gazing at her splayed body with pride and eagerness. Tara bent down and nibbed at her outer lips and Bailey mewled and arched in her bonds. Tara nibbled and lapped all around her hole and clit, teasing her, doing nothing that would bring the satisfaction of real stimulation, while Bailey squirmed and whined and gave breathy needy little moans.

Finally Bailey felt her resolve crumble.

"Oh Please, please please." Tara removed her shining mouth from between Bailey's legs and with a flash smacked her small hand with stinging force onto Bailey's open womanhood. Bailey cried out in pain and surprise- and shrieked again as Tara reached out and jerked on the chain that connected between Bailey's poor squashed nipples.

"That's Miss Tara, little pet. If you beg me, you address me properly." Bailey wanted to resist, wanted to remain completely silent. But her body was throbbing now with sexual heat and her need was sweeping away her dignity like a beetle in a flood. She fought herself for several moments while Tara tugged on the nipple chain a few more times in a speculative manner. Shayna came up then, and held Bailey's face in her hand and reached down and began to stroke her clit and pussy softly. Bailey's resolve crumbled.

"Oh Please, Miss Shayna, Miss Tara, please please let me cum."

Tara frowned a bit at Shayna but gave a prolonged lifting pull on the clamps, stretching Bailey's little tits towards the ceiling. Bailey keened loudly.

Tara dropped the chain and Bailey's tits sprang back into shape. Panting, Bailey shifted her gaze to Tara's eager face. Tara's big eyes were shining with desire and wicked delight and her expression made Bailey wetter than before but also made her feel acutely helpless. Shayna kept rubbing Bailey's pussy that now released a fresh flood of wetness over Shayna's hand. Her touch was gentle, nothing that would allow Bailey to cum, but was building her up nonetheless. The nipple torture had only added to her heat. But she didn't want more. Surely she didn't.

Shayna began to rub Bailey's clit in earnest, flicking side to side over the engorged needy little nub, and then she inserted two of her fingers into Bailey's weeping pussy. She frigged Bailey steadily and Tara began licking her clamped breasts and squeezing and flicking the nipples and tugging on the chain and Bailey's breath hitched and gasped and climbed and she strained in her restraints, her whole body arching and clenching and she was just oh so very close....

"That's enough my darlings."

The hands and mouth on her stilled and left her. Bailey let out a little scream of frustration and opened her eyes to see the Commander striding into the room towards them. Shayna and Tara had dropped to their knees; kneeling with their hands palm up on spread thighs, backs straight, eyes lowered.

Bailey felt her body responding to his presence in the room; her skin broke out in gooseflesh, her nipples hardened even more (if that was possible) and sparked pain inside the tight clamps, her pussy spasmed and her asshole twitched and clenched. She felt fear, and lust and loathing rise up into her throat in a lump of emotion that felt like it could choke her.

The Commander walked past the kneeling women, touching Tara briefly on her neck and Shayna he stroked gently on the head as he came alongside Bailey and peered at her closely. His gaze swept from her flushed face to her squashed buds and down to her denuded and splayed sopping sex. His hand came up and cupped her cheek as his other hand traced her collar bones and around her nipples before jerking her chain sharply.

Bailey hissed but said nothing. His hand trailed down her taut muscled belly to her swollen pussy. He swirled his fingers lazily through her juices and rubbed her clit softly with his thumb. Bailey moaned and closed her eyes. She was so primed to cum but she would be damned if she came on his hand like a bitch in heat.

Slap!

A quick spank directly on her pussy and clit brought her eyes flying open and almost-almost she cursed him- she was wild with rage and indignation and couldn't believe it but her stinging, smarting, naked pussy creamed even more from the stimulation of the spank. He had pussy spanked her much harder than Tara had. Wisdom saved her-barely- she knew she could not endure another punishment right now and her fear checked her tongue. Fuck she needed to cum.

"Eyes on me pet." The Commander said in a firm low voice. Bailey opened her eyes. He moved the hand from her face to the back of her hair and gripped it.

"Now I know today has been a very hard day. A day of tough lessons. This is another lesson, and like all of your lessons, you can take it however you want. You can fight, you can struggle, you can surrender. But you are going to cum for me like a hot little bitch in heat as I frig this pussy that now belongs to me. And you are going to keep your eyes on me the whole time. You will not like what will happen if you close them. Do you understand? Say 'yes Master' if you understand."

Bailey pressed her lips together and glared.

SLAP!

He brought his hand down on her pussy so hard that she lost her breath, then her poor breasts were being pulled up and off her chest and she arched and screamed "YES MASTER YES OH PLEASE STOP PLEASE!"

He spanked her pussy two more times, hard, and with tears running down her cheeks she dutifully stared at him as he dropped her chain and turned to the side to grab a larger plug than the one she had endured before on her march and punishment.

"You don't need much lube for this, you've coated your asshole so well for me." He said as dabbed a small dollop of lube on the large heavy looking metal plug and then he rolled the cold plug over her juices, coating it more completely. He grabbed her hips and jerked them forward just a little to tilt her pelvis to expose her asshole more fully. He paused then, musing, and said, "Slaves, push her knees back towards her chest."

Tara and Shayna immediately sprang to their feet with smooth, practiced grace.

They came to either side of Bailey and pushed her knees up as far as her bondage would allow, exposing her asshole even more. The Commander then began to fuck her ass with the plug, stretching her to her moaning max and then backing off and loosening her up before continuing the assault.

Bailey's face was flushed, tears glistened in her golden cats' eyes, her breasts throbbed and both Tara and Shayna were watching her with rapt, lustful expressions that made Bailey acutely aware that even though she was being painfully sodomized with this large plug, the infectious nature of lust and the scent of her dripping pussy was heavy in the air.

Finally with a deep groan from Bailey and a sympathetic coo from Tara the plug was shoved home into Bailey's protesting asshole.

"Keep her held just like that my lovelies, I can see she enjoys entertaining you. I will need more of your help in just a moment."

The Commander brought his fingers back to brushing her pussy lips and flicking her clit, and Bailey wanted to scream for more but fought herself. If she had to beg to not be tortured- she would not beg him for pleasure.

Suddenly he brought his hand up and jerked her nipple chain so sharply that the clamps popped off. The sudden pain and rush of blood made her yowl and thrash, and suddenly both Shayna and Tara were each laving at an abused and aching bud with their wonderful mouths. They soothed and sucked at her tender tits with enthusiasm, nibbling on her and stimulating her and making her moan loudly but she did not forget to keep her eyes on the Commander and he watched her and smiled.

Then the Commander plunged three fingers into her pussy and started to pump her steadily, and Bailey arched in her bonds, keening, sweating. His fingers were thick and stretched her wonderfully, achingly. He pumped her with force and gusto, and she watched his face as he looked ravenously, wolfishly at her stretched pussy gobbling his thrusting fingers. She did NOT want to cum for this man. She fought it ferociously, but the orgasm that was building inside her felt like a huge wave coming for her.

"Tara, clit." Snapped the Commander and Tara let go of Bailey's nipple with a wet pop and moved down to lick suck and bite at Bailey's exposed clit.

Bailey wailed. There was nothing she could do. As with every lesson that had come today, it came down to this; She was helpless. She would take it. She would take whatever she was given and however she took it was her own affair and pointless, besides.

The point was that she would take it regardless. That her body was his to do with whatever he decided. He could plug her, and march her for hours, and collar her and bind her and spank her until she was sobbing, and now, like this, he could have her cumming on his hand at his command, owning her pussy, owning her body, wringing her out like the helpless thing she was for his pleasure.

"Cum pet, Cum for Master. CUM NOW"

And with that Bailey came. She gave a deep throaty inhuman howl- she thrashed and felt she would break her bonds and shatter the glass with her screams.

The orgasm ripped through her, a blazing white comet of sensation bursting in her pussy and ass and crashing up her spine and sizzling through her nipples and onto the palate of her screaming mouth. In the initial wake waves of sensation kept crashing through her, and her entire pelvic floor clenched in a throbbing heartbeat again and again and again as finally the waves started to ebb and settle and the electricity racing across the surface of her skin began to gentle and subside.

With a painful aching tug the plug was pulled free from her ass, which sent another wave of aftershocks coursing through her. The women kissed her skin gently and soothed her. The Commander looked pleased as he patted her pussy proprietorially, causing a little hiccup of a moan to escape her lips.

"Clean her up again, and then bring her to me." Were the words he said as he walked out of the room and left Bailey limp in her bonds, her eyes unfocused as the women began to free her her and stretch her out.

.... To be continued...