Subjugated (15 page)

Her mother, taking the paper, balling it, slipping it into her mouth to ensure its destruction.

But now I want to give myself to Captain Clark. I
want
to be his ass-girl.

It didn’t matter what she wanted, though, did it? She would undergo what she must in her subjugation: she would be whipped, and fucked, and displayed. Taken to the Palace of Joy. Then perhaps she could act.

Jenna gasped. Captain Clark had pulled the lace out from between her bottom-cheeks. “Hold this in your right hand,” he said sternly, “so it doesn’t get in my way.”

She moved her fingers to take the fabric into her grasp, feeling another thrill of shame. Nothing must get in the way of the terrible thing Captain Clark would now do. Jenna Caprio would be his ass-girl: a girl who had taken a penis into her bottom and would now forever belong to the man who had claimed her that way.

“Spread those cheeks nice and wide. Show me where to put my cock to make you my ass-girl.”

Oh, but he knew! Why did he want to make her… She felt the blood pulsing in her neck, even her cheeks. She knew why: he wanted her to feel that she wasn’t being forced; that she was submitting to him, yielding her bottom’s tiny ring to the officer who would now be its rightful owner.

“That’s it. Put your own finger there, Jenna.”

She heard a sob come from her throat, and she looked into the camera wondering whether the people watching would find her submission disgusting, or arousing, or somehow both. She started to pant with her own arousal at the thought of the thousands of view screens showing her blushing face, and cutting back and forth between that sight and the sight of Jenna’s own hands on her backside, inviting a man to fuck her there.

“Here, I’ll put a little lube there, and you can get your own anus ready for me.”

She felt a cool trickle of something in her bottom-crack just above her anus. She shivered at the chill of it. What was she supposed to do? Then the strange liquid—the lube—touched her finger, and she understood: it was viscous and slippery. It would make it easier for Captain Clark to fuck her.

It would also make it easier for her to open to him, she realized. Biting her lips and with eyes closed, she began to rub the stuff against the little puckered opening.

“Oh, God,” she whispered at the sensation, which was not unpleasant, and made a little ache begin in her pussy. He had frightened her so much with his talk of taking her roughly that she was quite surprised at how much pleasure it gave to have her finger there, pushing just inside, and how deliciously naughty she felt.

“Put two fingers in, now, Jenna,” he said sternly, and as she tried to comply she realized that the itchy burning got much more intense, and that was just two fingers. Her heart began to beat wildly. How could a man’s cock go in there? And then if it thrust in and out, the way Captain Clark had thrust when he fucked her pussy?

She heard something fall to the floor behind her that could only be Captain Clark’s robe.

“Alright, sweetheart.” She felt his big hand on her little one, moving it back to the side. She felt something soft, but very broad and also with a terrible stiffness, push there, right there.

Jenna cried out very loud.

“She doesn’t know how to open, yet,” said Captain Clark in a calm voice. “She’s about to learn.” He pushed harder with his cock, and Jenna felt she couldn’t breathe, the pressure was so great, and the discomfort so intense. “Jenna, sweetheart, you’re going to have to pretend you’re opening up to let something out of this sweet innocent bottom. You can do it. You do it practically every day.”

Oh, no
. The most shameful thought yet. He pushed again. She screamed.

“Everyone watching—especially the townspeople of Springfield,” Captain Clark said, “needs to understand that this is happening to poor Jenna’s bottom because citizens of the republic didn’t meet their obligations.”

He pushed, and now he gripped her around her hips, and she couldn’t even move forward the little ways she had. She bent her knees as she cried out, and that seemed to help, awakening some muscle memory of how to open herself. The cock came inside her, and little whines emerged from her throat at the fullness there that she couldn’t push out because every time she pushed, the man to whom her bottom now belonged pushed himself in further.

“Oh God oh God oh God!” Jenna wailed.

“There,” said Captain Clark, holding Jenna’s hips firmly and beginning to thrust in and out at a leisurely pace and with no regard for Jenna’s cries of submissive discomfort. “Now you’re my ass-girl. Just hold still and I’ll ride you nice and hard for a few minutes. Then I’ll come inside your bottom, and after that we can have our special parade to the town square.”

“Colonel, what do you think of his style here? Those look like some pretty deep thrusts—Jenna certainly doesn’t seem to like them very much, does she?”

“I should say not, Joe! Look at the way he’s gripping her around the hips, not letting her move her bottom even though she clearly wants to—look at the way Jenna’s upper body is writhing, for example. The captain’s teaching her from the very beginning that his cock’s pleasure is more important than any discomfort he’s causing her.”

“That’s a traditional value for you!”

“Definitely. Woman is made for the pleasure of man. Jenna’s learned that already today, and by this evening her training in the idea will be very extensive.”

Jenna’s cries made Bradley feel like a monster, even as her anus gave his cock more pleasure than he could ever remember feeling. He could feel the orgasm rising in his balls almost from the beginning, and the degrading play-by-play from Lieutenant Franklin and Colonel Davies only aroused him more.

Even the feeling of monstrous bestiality seemed to make him fuck Jenna’s ass even more brutally, for that, too, awakened his dominance just as much as the colonel’s objectifying her and Jenna’s own sobbing did. He watched his cock plunge in and out of her tightness, and her cheeks try to clench, desperate to expel him, and the seed seemed to boil in his scrotum. As the colonel said, he held her hips completely still, and the feeling that she struggled against it made the climax come on fast and furious.

He quickened the thrusting, deepened it. Jenna wailed at how far he forced her to take him.

“I imagine he’s nearing his climax, now, colonel.”

“Certainly. Look for him to warn her.”

“Jenna,” Bradley said in a thick, breathless growl, “get ready. I’m going to pump my seed up your ass, now, and you’re going to thank me.”

“Nicely put,” the colonel said approvingly.

Bradley shouted, and held himself so deep that Jenna’s sweet bottom came up against his own thighs. His cock pulsed and the ecstasy of orgasm washed over him until his whole body shuddered.

“Yes, sir,” Jenna whispered. “Thank you, sir.”

“Good girl,” Bradley said. “Good ass-girl, Jenna. I’ll fuck you here again very soon.”

“Now tell me about this idea of the ass-girl, colonel. I hadn’t heard about that before.”

“Well, Joe, we definitely call a girl whose anus we’ve been inside an ass-girl, but I think Captain Clark was taking a few liberties, with regard to what he said about officers having little notebooks in which to record the names of their ass-girls. A very effective fiction, I’d have to say—I know I enjoyed it. And perhaps I’ll have to start a notebook!”

“There. He’s pulled out, and… yes, a nice close-up of that anus he’s enjoyed.”

“Should be just a moment now before the general’s shot.”

“There… there’s the semen, trickling out now. The general’s shot, we call it, since it’s General Dumfries favorite sight in the world, as he’s fond of saying often. And if the new anal-discipline program succeeds, colonel, it’s sure to become the favorite sight of thousands of men who correct their wives properly, with a hard cock in a naughty bottom.”

“I think we can hope that Captain Clark’s performance with young Jenna may persuade some of the men who are reluctant to exercise their rights back there. Look at her face: she’s clearly learned her lesson.”

Bradley looked at that face himself: Jenna had started to cry. The urge to take her into her arms, to comfort her and to tell her that he loved her, nearly overwhelmed him. There would, however, have been no surer way to get them both killed.

Colonel Davies continued, “I imagine Jenna is crying because she feels she didn’t do enough to stop Captain Clark from violating her that way. That’s perfectly natural, and with any luck the people of her town will take that as a lesson to them—you cannot resist the army, and its requirement of absolute obedience from the citizens of the republic.”

“Alright,” said Joe, “we’re going to take another break, but don’t go away because the parade is coming up next: Captain Clark will march Jenna Caprio through Springfield, down to the town square, where the public portion of the subjugation will occur. I’m sure you’ll agree, having seen Jenna’s virginities taken by Captain Clark, that we have a real treat in store as we watch her given over for degradation by the captain’s men on the steps of the town hall.”

There was a knock on the door. Bradley picked up his robe from the floor and put it on, belted it. He answered the door. Jacobs stood there, holding the collar and the leash.

“Thanks, Jacobs,” he said, taking them. “See you outside.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Jacobs, saluting. Bradley returned the salute, and Jacobs left, closing the door behind him.

Bradley looked at the black leather collar and the chain leash. Desire to see Jenna wearing them conflicted with the compassionate feeling that she had suffered enough today. Unfortunately, Jenna had so much more to suffer that Bradley must push the thought far, far down in his mind. He walked over to the bed, where Jenna remained bent over, knees bent and spread, and Bradley’s semen still leaking from her anus. Part of him wished he didn’t find the sight so very bewitching.

“I’m going to put a collar on you now, Jenna,” he said softly.

“What?” she whispered.

“A collar. I’m going to lead you, on a leash, to the town square.”

He thought she was going to say “Oh, no” or “Oh, God,” again, but instead he just heard her give a little sob. He moved to the side of the bed and put the collar, which had a felt lining because she would now have to wear it for several hours and the general apparently didn’t like to see a girl with chafe marks around her neck, in place.

“My town is small but pretty,” she whispered as he buckled it.

* * *

“What, Jenna?” he said, so coolly that she was sure he couldn’t be one of the
allies
they had promised. Oh, God, why had she said it? The cameras had stopped following her, at least, and the AV crew stood in the corner of the room, talking quietly. Maybe they hadn’t detected what she said.

“My town is small but pretty,” she said again, even more softly.

“Perhaps you shall return one day,” said Captain Clark.

Jenna gave a little moan at those words, but that made all the sense in the world because he had just attached a chain leash to the collar he had fastened around her neck.

Ally.
The kind of ally who paraded you naked through the streets of your town. As Captain Clark tugged at the leash to get Jenna to climb down from the bed, she darted a glance into his face. His look seemed troubled; perhaps it could pass as an expression of concentration, but Jenna thought that she could detect something behind that focus.

He had a length of thin rope in his left hand, and he turned her around wordlessly, so that she faced the mirror, and began to bind her hands behind her.

“So you can’t interfere with your subjugation,” he said. “No matter how much you foolishly want to.”

“Oh, p—please…” she whispered. “Please don’t… don’t let it…”

Captain Clark laughed, and now Jenna was sure she could hear that the laugh was forced. “Don’t think you can get out of it, girl. My men aren’t brutes, but they’re certainly healthy young soldiers, and they like to degrade pretty young women like you. I can’t deny them a little bit of the pleasure I just enjoyed, thanks to their brave service to the republic, can I?”

“Oh, God.” He had turned the white rope around her wrists and forearms ten or twelve times. It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable, and it forced her to push her breasts forward in a shameful way that she saw in the mirror though she felt she wanted to turn away, or close her eyes. She started to tremble violently, and her knees began to give way, but Captain Clark took firm hold of her by her upper arms and pulled her against him.

In the mirror, she saw a flinty look in his eyes.
What is he trying to say to me? Ally… but he can’t save me, can he?

“Ass-girl, you belong to me, now,” he said, sounding patient, like a nice teacher. “You need to understand that.”

He laid the loop at the end of Jenna’s leash on the dresser in front of her, and then his right hand came around her chest and took her left breast in its fingers. He squeezed and Jenna gave a startled cry.

“This belongs to me,” he said. “Say, ‘my breasts belong to you, Captain Clark.’”

“M—my… b—breasts belong to you, Captain C—Clark.” The thickness in her voice told her things she didn’t want to know about herself: they did belong to him, her little breasts, hardly grown, and the tingling nipples most of all.

His hand moved to her face, laid its fingertips upon her lips.

“This belongs to me. Say it.”

“My… my mouth belongs to you, Captain Clark.” She started to breathe more and more quickly, remembering what it had felt like to have his cock there, thinking with a thrill of wickedness that terrified her about other men and other cocks.

And she knew what would come next, but she didn’t want to let her mind think it, because her body had already responded: her pussy clenched, melted, flowed.

His hand descended, slowly; she watched it in the mirror. Over her belly, until his fingertips were just above the red-lace-covered place that belonged to him with an aching need for the terrible shame he had visited upon her, despite—no, because of—the way she still winced when she walked because he had put his cock there.