0 comments/ 4150 views/ 7 favorites The Dawn Patrol By: Wifetheif "We KNOW from our sources, that their Matriarch has the satellite in her residence. We are also fairly certain that her people have not figured out our how to retrieve the information it contains. They need the encryption code. The problem, of course, is that the longer they have the satellite the closer to having that encryption key they get. We can NOT allow that to happen.. Combined with what they already know, perhaps ... Unfortunately, the Matriarch's palace has some sort of shielding so we can't erase its contents remotely. We can't risk exposing any of our planet based sources, so we need someone on the ground who can get close enough to that satellite to initiate its computer into erasing all of it data. Agent Dawn Richards, this is where you come in." The beautiful blonde secret agent met the intense gaze of her boss, Supervisor Yanick. Already the implications of this assignment were causing her mind to spin in several directions at once. "I see, boss," said as her bright blue eyes flashed with intensity, "you need me on the ground to enter the palace, to erase the data on the satellite and get the hell out of there. I assume we will be using as little violence as possible. How are you going to get me into the palace?" "We finagled an invitation for you to her annual Goddess and Slave Ball. You'll be working with Sullivan on this case." replied the portly man on the other side of the desk. "What, boss?" Doesn't it make sense for me to work alone?" she asked earnestly. "Not in this case, a solitary woman is bound to raise suspicion, but a Goddess of the Matriarchy, traveling with her collared and caged submissive male in tow, won't bat an eye. Sullivan's been briefed. Or rather," said Yanick, "in this case debriefed" He took a moment to chuckle at his own joke before he returned a sober expression to his face and stated, "Because of the sensitive relationship between the Matriarchy and the Federation, we can not risk sending more than two agents. There is nothing directly tracing the spy satellite to us but IF they can decode the data, it leads right back not only to the Federation but this very building. There will be no plausible deny-ability and the current cold war between our current spheres of influence could become quite lava like." The supervisor of the spy agency waited a moment for his words to fully sink in before continuing. "We'll be inserting you in five day's time via a cloaked scout ship and extracting you at the same point precisely five days later. We will not be waiting and can spend no time in orbit around the Matriarchy home world. If you are not at the rendezvous point, we will assume that either your mission has failed or the two of you were captured. Needless to say, if you ARE captured, our hands have to be clean, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions, but then again, you knew this job was dangerous when you took it," Agent Richards' left hand tugged briefly on her long flowing locks, it was a nervous habit from her childhood, one which only came out when she was under the most intense of pressures. "I see, Chief. Go big or go bust. Of course, I'll accept the assignment, but I haven't worked with Sullivan at all. Does he have the stuff? I mean it is one thing for me to integrate on a planet dominated by women, but Sullivan will have to suppress everything that makes him Sullivan." "Andrew Sullivan is the most adaptable male agent we have," replied supervisor Yanick. "The psych computer selected his profile and the company shrinks agree with its assessment. As of now you two are to get into character. You will have five days in close quarters on the scout ship, but every consultant agrees that the faster you fall into your dominant and submissive roles, the better your verisimilitude on the ground of Matriarchy Prime. Sullivan is in the locker room along with your wardrobes and kits for this assignment. Your duty is to process him, shave him, collar and cage him, just like his Goddess on Matriarchy Prime would. Then he will help you suit up. Take Sullivan back to your place tonight. Read the reports and maintain character until you are back in my office when this assignment terminates. Lights out is at twenty-three hundred. A car will be sent for you tomorrow but the schedule is insanely tight. Be at the spaceport at eight hundred hours sharp. Is that clear, Agent Richards?" "Yes, Chief ." replied the beautiful blonde agent. Moments later Agent Dawn Richards was walking next to her boss down the hallway to the locker room, their heels clicking in staccato on the highly polished floor. Along the way, Dawn recalled how she had sometimes dressed in black and ordered the men in her life to service her. Ordering a man to eat her pussy was such a kick! She had never gone full dominant role but she had often fantasized about having total control over a strong, handsome man. That the Bureau's shrinks knew that she would have no problem with the power role, reinforced to her just how skilled they were. If she and Sullivan were not the best choices for this assignment, she would not currently be in the hallway next to Yanick. The balding Supervisor Yanick led his top female agent to a locker full of fetish gear and Agent Andrew Sullivan. Dawn and Andrew eyed each other, mentally assessing the other. Agent Richards knew that Agent Sullivan was a few years younger than herself, she had also been at the bureau longer. They had never worked in even remote proximity on any case before but Dawn thought that the few times their paths had crossed, that they had a very good rapport. Privately, she had always found the six foot one, well-muscled man with gorgeous brown and curls and huge brown eyes, quite handsome. He was the type of man she was innately attracted towards. A factor, she now realized had , no doubt, been part of the reason she was chosen to lead this mission. "The company psych computer and the house Freuds missed NOTHING!" she reminded herself. For his part, Andrew Sullivan had no problem focusing on Dawn Richards. She was tall and although dressed in a conservative fashion in a knee length tan skirt, and matching blazer atop a white blouse and complementary footwear that, while designed for action, were still fashionable; Andrew was quite certain that the agent who would be commanding him this assignment had fine breasts and fantastic legs That he would be sure of that in only a short while, made him involuntarily stiffen. "Perhaps it is a good thing that I will be caged this entire trip. It's not only an excellent disguise, it is a good idea!" Even as that thought crossed his mind, Agent Sullivan was disappointed that he would not have an opportunity to make love to the beautiful agent. After formally introducing the two agents, Supervisor Yanick stated a re-cap of the mission and asked if either had any loose ends that he could take care of while they were on the mission. After about an hour of instruction and explanations, the supervisor stated simply, "I'll give you two some privacy." before he made his way out of the locker room. Two sets of eyes followed the chunky supervisor's back out of the door of the locker room. Dawn collected her thoughts took a deep breath and said, "Agent Sullivan, I apologize in advance for what I am about to do and in how I am about to treat you." Agent Sullivan swallowed hard and replied, "Understood, Ma'am." "Good! NOW strip, Worm, everything OFF!" Andrew paused for only a moment before he cast off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. He threw them on hooks in the empty locker next to him. As he unbuttoned his white dress shirt, Dawn realized just how muscular was his physique. Dawn had an inkling that ordering Andrew around would be more than a little fun. The tall and dark agent bent to unlace his shoes and remove his socks. In a nonce, they joined his shirt, jacket, and tie. Andrew did not pause for a moment as he unbuckled his belt. Of course, Dawn noticed the bulge in his boxers. "It's almost a shame that I have to lock that up." she thought to herself, "Perhaps after this assignment is over?" Dawn pushed the thought away and focused on entering her role as Domme. Dawn invariably controlled any relationship she was in. A man had to be obedient or he was not by her side for long. She realized now how much that must have been no small factor in her selection for this risky project. By now, Andrew Sullivan was naked as he deposited his watch and class ring on a shelf of his locker. He made no effort to cover or hide, not that he wasn't more than a little embarrassed, but he was a professional agent and to be honest, for reasons, he did not understand himself, Dawn Richards was easy to be naked in front of. "Over to the showers, Worm!" barked Dawn as her eyes drank in his virile nudity as she grabbed a razor and shave cream from the pile of equipment that the quartermaster had compiled. "THIS part will definitely be fun." she thought. Smooth chested, Andrew was not especially hairy, depilating him would not take the superior agent too long. "I MAY have to stretch out the time I work on him." thought Dawn as she kept a neutral expression upon her face. Dawn enjoyed watching Andrew's muscles flex as he lathered himself. She took off her blazer and rolled up her sleeves to work. Standing on the periphery of the shower, her clothing would not become excessively damp as she worked. Dawn was amazed at how quickly Andrew obeyed her. First she shaved his left leg, then his right. His underarms came next followed by the thin hair on his forearms and the back of his hands and knuckles. Dawn has Andrew step out of the shower, so she could coat his pubic hair. Despite the chill of the locker room after the hot shower, Andrew was instantly hard at her touch. Feeling mischievous, Dawn lightly swatted Andrew on the rump and said. "Bad boy! That is why you will be caged for this entire assignment, and forget about me letting you have any kind of relief until we are back on Terra Firma. When we get home, I couldn't care less if you jerk off." Delighting Andrew's hurt look, Dawn softly hummed to herself as she deliberately took an agonizingly long time to shave Andrew balls and pelvis behind his very nice sized uncut cock. With more than a touch of sadness, Dawn regretted that she could not take Andrew out for a test drive until after the assignment was over. "This must be sheer torture for him." thought Dawn as a wan smile crossed her lips. With a flourish, she wiped away the last trace of shaving cream with a washcloth and ran her hands over her handiwork. "As you can see worm I am rather skilled with a razor." After a few more minutes savoring the result, Dawn led Andrew back to the pile of equipment. "Now, worm! Time for you to be safely locked away.". She hefted the chastity cage. Dawn had secretly always desired to perform this very task. With a sudden insight, she realized that being a Goddess might be an essential aspect in her personality. Perhaps it was the one thing missing in her relationships with men. It was certainly worth considering. She took a long look at Sullivan, he did not seem angry or out of sorts, in fact, he appeared quite content. "Now I know that BOTH of us will be permanently changed by this mission." realized Dawn as she forced Andrew's raging hard on into the chastity cage. Her smile was wide as she heard its locking mechanism close. Holding up the single key present, Dawn waved it before Andrew's face. "Worm, you stay locked up until I whether decide you can have any release. I am your Goddess, you shall worship me, you shall adore me, you shall please me, and you will obey my EVERY command. Is that clear, Worm?" Andrew surprised both of them with the passion in his voice. He sounded just like a well-trained soldier when he replied, "Yes Ma'am,!Your wish is MY command!" "Very good, Worm. Now you need to undress and redress me. You may begin!" Andrew's hands betrayed only the tiniest flutter as he bent to unlace and remove Down's shoes. He placed these in the empty locker next to his and then stood. He was about five centimeters taller than the woman he would be in submission to for the entire assignment, but Andrew already understood that she possessed all of the power in the room. Viewing his place in a new way, he withdrew his hands and asked very politely, "May this worm undress you, Ma'am?" "You are a quick learner. Proceed, but mind your manners." The involuntary flutter reappeared for a few moments as Andrew's fingers set to work on the buttons of Dawn's blouse. His erection was downright painful as he opened the white blouse and spied Dawn's huge breasts restrained by a well constructed but lacy bra. Now Andrew was sure, Dawn Richards was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. With his manhood rebelling against its captivity, Andrew slid the blouse off of Dawn's arms. Standing in just her bra, Andrew noted that she was in spectacular shape. A firm flat tummy with some abdominal definition, enchanting navel and nicely flaring hips. In his briefing for this assignment, his supervisor had explained that the mission would be less obtrusive and more likely to succeed if he showed obvious affection for and deference to Agent Richards. At first, the task seemed daunting, but now Andrew realized how easy it would be, already he could feel himself falling into something akin to love with the beautiful blonde agent he would be serving under. Andrew unclasped Dawn's belt and stepped behind her to unfasten the button and zipper holding her skirt in place. Andrew felt sure he was going to come, even despite his cage as he witnessed Agent Richard's fantastic ass and amazingly long legs come into view as he lowered the skirt to the floor. As she stepped out of the garment and Andrew saw her ass flex, he gasped out loud. Dawn, of course, noted Andrew's rapture and smiled. She was SO going to enjoy this mission! While behind her Andrew unfastened Dawn's bra.. She made no effort to conceal her breathtaking areolas and pink nipples from view. Andrew ached to caress and nuzzle those breasts right this moment but he was first and foremost a respected agent of the Bureau. "Good things come to those who wait." he told himself as his hands began tugging at the waistband of a Dawn's hot pink panties. She stood with her arms at her sides as Andrew bent during his task. Dawn's sacred grounds came into view. Her neatly trimmed bush was the same shade of straw yellow as the hair on her head that cascaded just past her shoulders. Andrew had never encountered a lovelier pussy. That Dawn was enjoying his efforts became clear to Andrew as his eyes detected the subtle change in color of Dawn's bush as it moistened with her juices. As Andrew made a move to stand and gather up all of the clothes he had just removed, Dawn said with a huskiness in her voice that had not been present before. "Worm, let's see if you are adequate, see to my release." Dawn parted her legs and gave Andrew a commanding stare. Andrew felt the world spin as all the blood drained from his head and he fell to his knees before this most beautiful of women. Not needing any further prompting, he began to gently kiss Dawn's, increasingly damp bush. Her aroma in his nostrils was heavenly as his tongue gently parted the lips of her sex in quest of the clitoris. It did not take Andrew long to find it as his arms encircled Dawn's thighs and he set to work more forcefully upon her secret place. Andrew had always been proud of his skills at cunnilingus. He had one ex-girlfriend, who loudly proclaimed that she despised him, yet showed up with astonishing regularity requesting that Andrew eat her pussy. He would, she would come, thank Andrew, and then insult him as she walked out the door. Andrew had long reconciled himself to the fact that he would NEVER understand that particular relationship. Andrew forced thoughts of all other women from his mind as he sought to do the best job at eating pussy in his life. Andrew soon lost track of time. Aware only of the soft demanding cries of his new boss and her final shout of ecstasy as she forced his face further into her kitty. Andrew gazed up, grinning as he observed Dawn's features blush before she took on a far away look for a fraction of a second, became her old self and stared down at Andrew with an inscrutable expression on her face. "Adequate, Worm, adequate. Resume your duties". Andrew felt very good indeed as arranged the female fashions of the Matriarchy home world before him. The material was one of the wonders of the new century, having all of the best aspects of rubber and leather with none of the downsides. Andrew contemplated a moment before he raised the tiny black and lacy thong and had Dawn step into it. Next he helped her into the skin tight black mini-skirt. He was deeply disappointed in the fact that Dawn's pussy was now hidden from view, but that sadness was tempered by the fact that he felt certain he would recall the naked glory of Agent Dawn Richards if he lived three centuries. Next he zipped up the black bustier and matching short jacket. Following this, he assisted Dawn with the black thigh high boots with the intimidating heels. A simple black cap completed the ensemble. Andrew was supremely impressed. Dressed like this Dawn would blend in perfectly on the Matriarch home world. It was more than the look, Andrew realized, Dawn now had an even greater air of authority and power about her. Though she was known around the Bureau for her "take no shit" attitude, now looked like she could stride into a den of lions and silence them merely with a glance. At last, Andrew stammered, "You look like a Goddess!" "I AM a Goddess, you Worm. Your supplication is required." Somehow Andrew knew exactly what to do. He prostrated himself on the floor and began kissing Dawn's boots and praising her with everything he possessed. Where all of this was coming from Andrew himself did not know. "No wonder we are forbidden from ever seeing out own psychological profiles." he thought between kisses of Dawn's boots. He was still on the floor when Dawn stated, "Enough, Worm." She pointed to the remaining items in the quartermaster's kit. Andrew slid on the brief leather trunks and then bent so that Dawn could fasten the locking collar about his neck and attach a leash. Andrew was well aware that Dawn owned the only key to penis prison. Dawn had Andrew's full attention she hung the key around her neck with its attached lanyard. "You are mine now, you slave and you worm. If you think for one minute that I will not be a harsh mistress, you are in for a rude awakening. Now seal these lockers and fall in behind me," Very soon after, Dawn led Andrew by the leash into the main offices of the Bureau. Waiting at her desk was a duffle with spare clothes and all of the other accouterments, Dawn would need to add authenticity to her role. In front of everyone Dawn opened the satchel and had Andrew read off the inventory list. Among the items, strap-ons, dildos, butt plugs, flails, paddles, and everything any Goddess would ever need. Some of the guys were in total hysterics, to the point of having tears rolling sown their cheeks as they witnessed Andrew's public humiliation. Yet Andrew, who was an astute judge of people, noted envy and admiration on many of the men, especially those laughing the hardest. Andrew passed from scarlet shame to white hot pride that he had been selected for this mission. The two drove to Dawn's apartment, Andrew at the wheel. "As my servant, I expect you to take care of me." she said while seated next to him "When I get you home, you are getting a pegging and then we cram till dawn. We have five days on the shuttle to catch up on our sleep. Really, though you will be striving to please me every meter of the journey." The Dawn Patrol Andrew found Dawn's apartment more spartan than he expected. He was immediately exiled to the kitchen to make a meal for the two of them while Dawn set up a study area in her living room. The portables with all of the agency's data were just waiting for their human operators. It was clear that Dawn had a neat, well-focused mind in the layout of her kitchen. Andrew found everything organized in a logical fashion. He was not a bad cook In the army, his mates were not above hogtying the cook so that Andrew could take over meal preparation. When the cook complained to his superior officer the Colonel just laughed. Based on what was in her refrigerator and cabinets, he whipped up a rather savory meal. Dawn's eyes lit up as she tasted Andrew's concoction. "Exemplary, Worm. But you are still getting nailed after dinner, You need to understand your place. And that place is a half step above slug while I am a Goddess so high above you as to be another species entirely. Is that clear?" "Yes, Ma'am!" Truth be told, Andrew was very much anticipating Dawn's imminent assault on his anus. "What is happening to me?" he asked himself before deciding that whatever it was he really liked it. His penis filled his cage and Andrew noted that it was less painful this time. It was now rather pleasant. His admiration for the Bureau's ability to find exactly the right agents for the right job never ceased to amaze him. Andrew bused the dishes, rinsed them and loaded them in the dishwasher. When he returned to the living room he discovered Dawn, still fully dress, sporting a strap-on. His mouth dropped open in surprise. "Worm, follow me to my bedroom. I'm taking your ass afterward I expect diligent study. You will only see me naked when dressing me. Lose the trunks! Naked and caged I will show you what you are good for. I fuck YOU you do NOT fuck me Is that clear?" Andrew swallowed the lump in his throat and stepped out of his trunks. His erection was the firmest of his life. Andrew was sure that the head of his penis would smash through its bars like a convict staging a jailbreak. In stunned silence, he followed Dawn to her handsome bedroom. "On your back." ordered Dawn as she reached for a vial of lubricant on her nightstand. Andrew watched as Dawn greased up the strap-on and then coated his asshole. While Dawn's finger felt wonderful inside him, the size and girth of the strap-on intimidated and alarmed him. Andrew realized that his only option was to completely trust Dawn. In a flash, he realized that that was the very purpose of this exercise. Only through a total power exchange could the two of them successfully blend in on a world of Goddesses and submissives. Suddenly, the huge dildo lost most of its menace. Andrew parted his legs and raised his ass to meet Dawn's strap-on. Showing a sensitivity that Andrew appreciated, Dawn slowly entered him, millimeter by millimeter until all of the shaft was deep inside Andrew's rectum. "I fuck you, Worm. You don't fuck me." repeated Dawn as she slowly began thrusting the dildo in and out in a gentle, yet persistent manner. Dawn was thoroughly enjoying the tableau before her. It was a view she knew that men had often had of her, now she could appreciate the power and authority of the position as never before. Andrew seemed so meek and helpless as Dawn pumped away. He began to make soft sibilant sounds as Dawn increased her rhythm. She noted the blissful look upon his face until at least he croaked softly, "Mercy, Ma'am." Dawn was turned on as she rarely had been before as she slowly withdrew from her temporary slave. "Who do I fuck, Worm?" she barked. "Me, Ma'am" repeated Andrew as though he had been pegged every day of his adult life. "And don't you forget that Worm." after allowing both of them a moment of reflection Dawn stated. "If you have to use the bathroom now's the time. Then we study the layout of the Matriarch's palace and work through the most logical scenarios we may encounter. You will be sleeping on the couch tonight." Dawn and Andrew maintained their roles as they discussed the ins and outs of the mission. It was unlikely that a male would be able to get close to the downed satellite. Dawn would be in the far riskier position. Andrew knew that his role would be as support and, if needed muscle. He fell into the role of a good soldier and disciplined agent. At long last lights out arrived. Dawn produced a blanket and pillow for Andrew and then said simply, "Prepare me for bed, Worm." Andrew took total delight in stripping Dawn to her birthday suit. Even though she was extremely turned on, Dawn wore a bored expression as she held up her arms and Andrew slid the short, filmy nightie over her head. When Andrew had finished dressing her and she was completely ready for bed Dawn announced. "As a reward, for adequate service, Worm, you may have one very brief kiss from my lips. Is that clear?" Andrew was sure that his heart was beating loud enough to be heard across light years as his lips met Dawn's. Brief as it was, Andrew decided that it was the sweetest most spectacular kiss of his life. Dawn watched his back receded with delight as Andrew exited the room and doused the light. Once her door was closed and locked, Dawn slipped out from between the covers and retrieved a dildo from her kit. More turned on that she had been in a very long time, it did not take Dawn long to work herself to release. Her loud moans reverberated through the door of her room and were easily discerned by Andrew as he struggled to for sleep on the couch. He cursed his cage and the fact that he was not permitted to jerk off, as it often helped him relax. yet he also took great solace in the fact that Dawn was no doubt thinking about him as she pleasured herself. With visions of a wonderful mutual celebration when they returned from the mission, Andrew, at last, fell into delighted slumber. The Bureau sent a car for Dawn and Andrew in the morning. It had been a longer than normal morning for Andrew. He had to shave all the parts of himself that he could reach while Dawn supervised. Rather than allow the removal of his chastity cage, She sprayed a special depilatory spray over Andrew's privates. The spray stung mightily. Dressing Dawn, on the other hand, was a goodness that Andrew knew he would never tire of. Andrew realized that he could put up with just about anything for the next few weeks so long as he had the joy of dressing and undressing Dawn. They arrived at the spaceport with plenty of time to spare. Supervisor Yanick was already waiting for them. He introduced them to the pilot who would deliver them to Matriarchy Prime. Both Dawn and Andrew thought her pretty. Yolanda Peters was much shorter than Dawn yet appeared more powerfully built. Her jet black hair was worn short and her brilliant blue eyes gazed at the world through a most enchanting face. She was one of the most experienced pilots in the Bureau's fleet. She did not even raise an eyebrow at the attire of her two passengers. Over the years Yolanda had delivered agents in every condition imaginable, from buck naked, to infiltrate a planet of nudists, to those disguised as the squid like beings of Calamari Nine. The scout ship was extremely small. Its life support capsule was not much larger than the interior of a Twentieth Century family van. Dawn and Andrew would have to share one small cubbyhole. Their gear had been designed to fill the storage area on the shuttle without a centimeter to spare. Space liner traveling it was not. At precisely the designated hour, the scout ship hurled itself into space, within hours, it was beyond the orbit of the moon, at which point it jumped to translight speed. "Settle in you two," announced Yolanda, "It's four days of boredom that terminates with a final day of sheer terror. Have no fear, I'll get you within ten meters of your designated drop zone. Anyone else got a deck of cards?" After only the first day, the trio had become quite close. Andrew, finding his new role as natural as breathing, was deferential to both women. Shortly after the jump to translight speed, the air conditioning malfunctioned. Not to the point of aborting the mission but enough to raise the temperature of the cabin beyond normal comfort levels. With Andrew caged for the duration of the trip, Dawn and Yolanda had np qualms with simply dispensing with clothes entirely. Being naked made it more tolerable, and Andrew, even if he had wanted to get randy was powerless to act on his urges. Andrew liked Yolanda's well-muscled, compact, unclad body a great deal. During their passage, Dawn requested that Andrew please her quite often. Dawn tried telling herself that it was simply good training for the mission, but she knew better. She was reveling both in her authority and in Andrew's considerable gifts. Because of the lack of privacy in the cabin, Yolanda witnessed every one of Andrew cunnilingus sessions. Dawn noted the longing in Yolanda's eyes. While Andrew was taking a nap Dawn spoke to Yolanda quietly. "I feel guilty having all of the fun, Yolanda. Would you like Andrew to take care of you as well?" Yolanda was quiet for a moment before a look of desire crossed her face. After a further interval, she replied, equally softly,"I don't want to interfere in your relationship, Dawn." "Yolanda, in the Matriarchy men are required to serve ANY woman who has authority over them. Men are property meant to be shared. I'd sooner learn to deal with any jealousy I might feel watching Andrew please someone else now, rather than have my emotions possibly betray me on Matriarchy Prime " When he awoke, Andrew could not believe his ears. Any doubts he had about proceeding along that road evaporated when Dawn ordered him to go down on Yolanda. Andrew gazed at the pint-sized pilot and made a move to kiss her. Yolanda made no objection and, a short time later, Andrew's tongue was working its way into Yolanda's closely trimmed ebon box. It did not take long for Andrew to be rewarded with the rapid pants and moans of the pilot's orgasmic release. When he finished he felt the eyes of both women on him. He saw a swarm of emotions crossed Dawn's beautiful countenance. He could tell that her jealousy was profound. In short order, however, she was her old imperious self, "Adequate, Worm adequate. You will obey Yolanda as you would me. Is that clear?" Andrew was delighted to reply in the affirmative. While Dawn was never quite able to force all jealousy from her mind, by the time the trio reached Matriarchy Prime, her face remained impassive every time Andrew serviced Yolanda. Dawn was still a bit worried that her emotions would betray her on their assignment. She liked and respected Yolanda. How would she feel if a woman she hated or that vile Matriarch herself asked to use her property? She had tried to think of Andrew as property from day one, by now the thought was inviolate, she OWNED Andrew and she wanted to keep on owning him even when this mission concluded. As a girl, Dawn had not shared her toys well. That she would feel some of those same childish passions as an adult well-seasoned agent caused her to pause. "Show pride. Not weakness, whatever the faults of Matriarchy women they are NOT weak" she told herself. The fifth day arrived and the scout ship fell through the atmosphere like a white-hot meteor. The interior of the craft became an oven until Yolanda was able to bleed off some of the ship's air and replace it with the frosty chill of the stratosphere of Matriarchy Prime. Their landing was a hard concussion. The ship was designed to get in and out fast, extravagances like fully cushioning breaks would keep them in the atmosphere for several more minutes. Minutes that might lead to their discovery, even with the cloaking shield. Less than three minutes after they hit the ground, Yolanda was back in the air a nearly invisible bubble rising into a sky where dawn was just breaking. Andrew and Dawn allowed themselves just a moment to collect their thoughts before Dawn pointed at their satchel and stated, "Tote that bag, Worm!" Yolanda had deposited them in a wooded area of a nature preserve. A five-kilometer walk would bring them to a small town where they could rent a vehicle for the trip to Matriarchy Prime's capital. Dawn and Andrew had convincing IDs and plenty of local currency. They were on their own however. It was decided that contacting the local underground would be too risky. Those seeking to undermine the Matriarch's rule were in precarious enough position. The last thing the Bureau wanted to see happen was to give the Matriarch an excuse to conduct mass executions of suspected subversives. In a small creek, Dawn carefully supervised while Andrew gave his body a fresh shave, Dawn assisting as needed. That important task taken care of, Dawn attached a leash to Andrew's collar and led him off in the direction of the settlement. The walk was uneventful. As the two agents from the Federation made their trek, they acclimated themselves to the slightly thicker atmosphere and the landscape of Matriarchy Prime. It was a green and blue world of lush sounding birds and other fauna. Before much time had passed they were used to the slightly thicker atmosphere and the landscape of Matriarchy Prime. In the outlying town, Dawn was able to rent a private vehicle with no problems. The IDs the Bureau had provided them with passed its first test with flying colors. Dawn had to produce Andrew's driver's license a second time. The matronly clerk behind the counter openly ogled Andrew but spoke to him in a slightly condescending manner. She made Andrew recite the local traffic laws and tested his knowledge of vehicle maintenance. "Can't be too careful, Sister," said the clerk to Dawn at last, "I have to make sure my vehicle is returned intact. I've never been in favor of allowing men to drive, but I understand that the law allows it. I'm really surprised that the current Matriarch didn't repeal those statutes. Then again, she relies on male drivers like the rest of you young career women." After another lustful leer at Andrew, she sighed and said, "Wish I could afford one like him..." Getting testy Dawn interjected. "Are you finished, Sister? My property went to an elite driving school. I'd like to get moving." The matronly woman frowned and said, "Unbunch your panties, Sister!" Then she turned to Andrew handed him the key and said softly, "Here you go, Honey. Be as gentle with my vehicle as I would be with you, handsome." Andrew saluted and replied, "Thank you, Ma'am!" "So polite," said the clerk before her eyes leveled on Dawn and continued with, "so unlike his owner." Dawn let the insult pass over her. She made a move to turn when the clerk made a sound that indicated Dawn was to stop. The blonde agent faced the clerk who had an expectant look upon her face. "Of course!" realized Dawn to herself, she had almost forgotten the social nicety of tipping. Forgetting little things like that again might trip her up. She looked up at Andrew and said, "What are you waiting for, Worm, tip the woman." Andrew understood what was required, he was surprised that Dawn had momentarily forgotten. He chalked it up to her being irked at the clerk. Andrew bent and kissed the clerk full on the lips. Once Andrew withdrew his face and was standing erect once again the clerk gushed, "My he's a talented one." Her eyes flashed as she said "It really is true, slaves are wasted on the young." With that, Dawn and Andrew made their way to the parking lot. Their first stop was at the bit of shrubbery where they had previously stashed their gear before turning onto the main road for the capital. While still remaining firmly in character, Dawn and Andrew discussed the layout of the palace and probable locales of the downed satellite. Both Andrew and Dawn knew that there was absolutely no chance that he would be permitted anywhere near the satellite so he would provide logistics and serve as a lookout as best he could. Both understood that Dawn would be performing all the heavy lifting. Andrew was little more than glorified camouflage. Still, he would be essential for her escape and protection. Both agents understood that capture most likely meant a slow, painful death, followed by secret cremation and burial. The Bureau would not even be able to hold a memorial service. Only vague letters to their relatives would inform anyone of their deaths. Two-thirds of the way to the capitol, Andrew noted the lights and sirens behind him. A lump in his throat, he pulled to a stop along the side of the road. The police office wore a tight black tunic, epaulets, and a gold star. She was tall and well built, dark haired with flashing green eyes. "OK, Honey," she said as she approached the driver's side of the vehicle. "let's see your license and registration." Andrew politely proffered the items. "Do you know why I stopped you, gorgeous?" asked the cop. "No Ma'am!" "Well you may not have noticed but the speed limit dropped about a kilometer back. I didn't want to see anybody get hurt." Dawn could not help but notice that the female officer's eyes were taking an extended tour of Andrew's almost entirely exposed body. "I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle, handsome." stated the cop. "Is there a problem here, officer?" asked Dawn "Nothing a little roadside discipline won't solve, Sister." "Now see here officer ..." began Dawn before the cop cut her off sharply. "If the next words out of your mouth, Sister, are anything other than 'I trust and respect your authority and judgment, officer' I MAY have to take your property into custody. I might have to search your car and find contraband and seize him on behalf of the state. You wouldn't want that now would you, Sister?" Dawn forced a neutral expression onto her features. "I thought not." said the cop as she smirked and turned to face Andrew. "Here's how things are, handsome, I can either take you in or I can punish you here. If I punish you here, I let you go without so much as a warning. If I take you in, it's an all day affair and the judge will sentence you to the same punishment after a very long and humiliating day. Now which will it be handsome?" Andrew knew how to answer. "I need to be punished NOW, Ma'am!" "Good boy. Follow me back to my cruiser I have a paddle ready. It's twenty-five HARD swats on your cute little derriere, then mommy kisses your tears away and you are free to go." Presently the two of them were at the officer's cruiser. "Off with the trunks, big boy, this is on your bare ass." As Andrew removed his leather trunks, his penis swelled to fill its tiny cage. This did not go unnoticed. "You like this don't you, bad boy. If I had you down at the station .." the cop sat on the lip to the door of her cruiser and hefted a formidable looking paddle "Over my knee, boy." Andrew's hard on was raging as he bent himself over the leather clad knees of the police officer. That she was an exceptionally strong woman was evident from the first firm swat upon his naked ass. Andrew prided himself on his strength and tolerance to pain. The paddle with its honeycomb of holes and the well-practiced hand wielding it as well as the profound humiliation of the position, all brought tears to his eyes. Until this moment, he had not realized just how well the police of the Matriarchy were schooled on male anatomy to maximize pain and control. In this way, a much smaller woman could manipulate and manage a much larger male. The men of Matriarchy Prime did not rebel because they were closely monitored, rigidly controlled, and permitted sexual release only on terms set by the Matriarchy. EVERY man who visited any of the planets in the Matriarchy was required to be caged, even diplomats at embassies. Also controlling the men was an "Old Girl" network that dispensed greater sexual favors to men who ratted out those planning revolt or rebellion. The inmates thus became the best guards under the system. For centuries, the women of the Matriarchy had made this system work. They believed they had achieved a nirvana for women and took great umbrage at those who pointed out the Fascistic nature of their enterprise. The Dawn Patrol The officer disciplining Andrew drew on all of that experience as she focused on the most sensitive parts of his buttocks. After the tenth swat, Andrew began to vocalize his pain. The final fifteen whacks, even though they came in rapid succession, seemed to Andrew, to take an eternity until they ended. The intensity of the pain unnerved him and he found himself stifling sobs. Still, part of him noted that his erection raged throughout his ordeal. At last, the cop said, "Rise, slave." She stood and faced Andrew. "Would the bad boy like a kiss to help those tears?" Andrew nodded his head and said softly, "Yes, Ma'am." He was surprised to find that he actually DID crave the soft soothing touch of the officer's kiss. Dawn chewed her lip as she sat in her vehicle watching what transpired. Dawn had never been a fan of police officers on ANY planet. Her course to the academy and onto the Bureau had bypassed police employment entirely. That made her a bit of an oddity in the Justice building, but it also gave her a perspective that most other agents lacked. The few times she had had to do undercover work as a police officer, she had detested it. Something came over her when she put on the uniform of a cop. Something she did not quite understand and most assuredly did not like and it was as visible as neon letters in a mist just a few meters behind her in the way that cop was handling Andrew. "Why is it," she thought to herself, "that virtually every man or woman who puts on that uniform of authority becomes a martinet with that power?" Dawn's anger only increased as she saw the cop grace Andrews lips with a deep and lingering kiss. Dawn had managed to visibly stifle her rage by the time the cop had escorted Andrew back to the driver's side of their vehicle. With a detached and officious air, the officer addressed Dawn. "Sister, I don't think this has to go any further. Your property was properly caged and suitably contrite. I KNOW he is operating the vehicle, but it is YOUR responsibility as his owner to see that he maintains the proper speed limit. Because your slave was so obedient, I'm not even going to issue you a warning. It does my heart good to see such a properly trained, well-behaved slave. Have a nice day, Sister." As they drove away Dawn exhaled and said, "FUCK YOU!" so loudly that it startled Andrew. "I'm sorry, Andrew, that was NOT addressed towards you." stated Dawn in a now level tone Andrew noted that it was the first time since stepping into the character that Dawn had used his name. It was at that moment that he realized that the beautiful blonde blue-eyed agent had something like affection for him. Deciding that breaking character to point out her mistake, might not be prudent, Andrew simply replied, "Thank you, Ma'am." The rest of their trip was uneventful. The two pulled into a small hotel. They did not expect to spend more than a single night, but they needed a place to prepare for the Matriarch's grand ball. It was to be a formal affair. That meant a bow tie above Andrew's collar and black trunks with a bit more material than usual. For Dawn, it meant full Matriarchy regalia. It was not much different than her street wear only polished to a high sheen and with accouterments of power. After checking in, Dawn stripped down and set Andrew to the task of polishing her formal attire while she tested the clever spy tools the Bureau had given her to erase the memory of the satellite. She needed to get within ten meters of the Federation satellite and have a clear aim at its electronic eye with the device craftily hidden in the hilt of her ceremonial whip, for her mission to be successful. Since the current Matriarch had a tendency to gloat, Dawn and Andrew had little doubt that she would display the satellite like a trophy. She would, no doubt, use its presence to rail against the Federation and policies. In truth, the Matriarch needed her people angry. Her popularity had plunged of late and if she could demonstrate to her valuable supporters the apparent truth that the Federation was engaged in hostile acts against their planet, it would shore up support for her and increase the odds of her re-election. One of the universal constants besides carbon and stupidity was the politician screaming that the sky was falling to keep themselves in power. In this case, it happened to be almost true, but Dawn, with Andrew's help, would rectify that situation. As Andrew labored over the task of shining his Goddess's attire, the two went over contingency plans and discussed what to do if the mission was blown. Part of Andrew's brain was amazed that he could function so completely in his role while Dawn lounged naked a half meter from him. Even though Andrew had seen Dawn naked quite often since the mission began, he never tired of gazing at her long legs, huge breasts and amazing tummy and torso, but all of those paled in comparison to her positively angelic face. Andrew realized after the first night that Dawn's face was the very same one his mind had cobbled together when he was dreaming of his perfect woman. He knew that he was now hopelessly in love with Dawn and that returning to his old duties in the Bureau would be like getting kicked out of Eden by a huge foot studded with needle sharp cleats. A short time later, Andrew was carefully showering and minutely inspecting his full body shave to make sure that he was satiny smooth for the gala. Once dry, Dawn, who had already showered, adjusted Andrew's tie and helped him put on his sandals. After this, Andrew carefully dressed Dawn in her stunning attire. In Andrew's opinion, she never looked more beautiful. He was proud of his handiwork, his reflection could be seen when he placed his face near the surface of Dawn's fetish outfit. The thigh high boots with sharp stilettos yielded to a bit of bare thigh, then a short pleated skirt, under which Dawn wore a lacy thong that proved to the world that she was a natural blonde. Above the very short skirt, Dawn's lean and trim stomach. For the occasion, Dawn had affixed a large red gemstone to her navel. About Dawn's waist was a thin belt bearing her ceremonial whip and a small satchel for identifications, invitations and other things that a Goddess or her slave might need during the evening. In secret panels it housed, parts she could assemble as goodies she would need for the mission. Beginning at the bottom of her ribs was the tight leather bustier that compressed and lifted her rather large bust in a most enticing way. About her long neck, Dawn wore a spiked collar of authority. On her carefully coiffed hair rested a ceremonial tiara of fine gems that could only be worn at events like state dinners and galas. Andrew's mouth dropped open in awe. He had to remind himself that this night was not meant for pleasure. Even so, Andrew knew this would be one of the most memorable nights of his life. His manhood swelled to fill its cage as Dawn fastened her leash to his collar and led him out the door. Private vehicles were not permitted near the palace so Andrew and Dawn had to take the monorail to the admission point. This meant that getting away would be dicey. However, their hotel was close enough to the palace that a long hike could return the pair to it, if necessary. The plan was to steal a vehicle parked near the palace and head for the wilderness and lay low until Yolanda retrieved them. Going in, both agents understood that the odds were stacked against them, but duty to the Federation took precedence even over their lives. The only concession Dawn allowed was several moments of quiet reflection before they strode out of the door of the hotel. On the monorail, Dawn sat while Andrew stood at her side . Dawn was not herself aware as to how tightly she was clasping Andrew's leash. Like all of the other Goddesses in the car, the key to her slave's cage hung about her neck, just above the curve of her bosom. Remembering her role, Dawn took an appreciative gaze at all of the other male slaves while Andrew stood impassively and gazed at the floor. Dawn noted that many of the other slaves were quite handsome, none tickled her fancy quite like Andrew but all of them were kept fit and trim by their owners. Quite a delightful change thought Dawn from her rides on public transportation back in the Federation. "I don't miss the flatulent, potato-shaped guys at all." She thought as she drank in the visage of a tall, muscular blonde at the end of an ebony haired, porcelain skinned Goddess's leash. The eyes of the two women met. Dawn nodded at the dark hair woman's slave and flashed a thumbs up sign. The Matriarchy woman returned the favor. Presently they arrived at the Royal Palace Station. Before Dawn and Andrew and several other couples destined for the ball were permitted to exit the car of the monorail, their IDs were minutely inspected. "The first moment of truth." thought Dawn as she subtly held her breath. The gesture proved pointless as the identifications provided by the Federation, sailed through the rigorous examination by the uniformed security agents. "Enjoy your visit to the palace, Sister." stated a brunette security officer as she returned Dawn's IDs. Dawn tugged at Andrew's leash with what she hoped would be a detached air of authority. For security purposes, the station was a block from the palace itself. As Dawn and Andrew fell into step with the other party guests, they assessed avenues of escape. Although there were no private vehicles, a number of transports belonging to the Matriarch's security detail were available. Using a secret alphabet composed of subtle hand signals, Andrew informed Dawn that if they made it back to this point, he could handle the vehicle's security protocols. Though it was left unsaid, a slight pall fell over Andrew and Dawn. Getting out would be far more difficult than the y hoped. Like good agents, however, they pushed the fear away. So long as they succeeded in erasing the data from the satellite, their mission would not be a failure. At the door of the palace, Dawn and Andrew passed through the exact security they expected, all of their concealed spy gear passed the smell test. Now all they need was to get close to the satellite. Then Dawn heard, "One final security provision, Sister. You need to yield the key to your slave. Another will be randomly assigned to you for the night and your own slave will be returned to you at the conclusion of the event." Dawn's face did not display any emotion aside from ordinary irritation as she replied, "Is that really necessary, officer?" "Sorry, Sister it is. Rumor has it that the Federation will attempt to sneak in a pair of agents. That is probably just that, a rumor, but just in case it is not, we want to hinder them as much as possible. I know that Goddesses such as yourself are quite attached to their slaves, but they ARE interchangeable. Besides, variety is the spice of life, right Sister?" Dawn had no choice but to turn over the key on the lanyard about her neck. She and Andrew HAD planned for a scenario where they were separated, but, obviously, they had never hoped to need it. With a feeling of finality, Dawn watched as a tag was affixed to her lanyard and it vanished into a bin with other keys. "Your slave for the event will be assigned in less than an hour, feel free to partake of some cocktails and hors d'oeuvres Your slave will be well treated while in our custody. If he is well trained I'm sure he will be returned to you with glowing praise, if he needs training, well, some Goddesses enjoy the opportunity." finished the security officer. Dawn kissed Andrew and told him to be on his best behavior before she slipped past the vestibule to get a lay of the land. At the center of the enormous room sat the Matriarch upon her throne. Pictures did not do justice to the woman. Past fifty, she seemed decades younger. Her long brown hair surmounted by a beautiful crown. Her black attire was buffed to high sheen but was more concealing than that of any other woman in the room. Tethered to the throne were the Matriarch's half dozen naked slaves. They were a veritable rainbow of colors. Dawn had never seen such large penises or such handsome men. "Rank DOES have its privileges." thought Dawn to herself as she tried to put herself inside the mind of the woman on the throne. "If I were her, where would I keep an enemy satellite?" thought Dawn abstractly. The Federation agent concluded that the object she sought was not currently present in the room but could not be far away. Without the target present, Dawn did her best to blend in while unobtrusively surveying escape routes. If necessary, she COULD leave Andrew behind, but Dawn would rather die than leave Andrew at the mercy of the Matriarchy. She had just struck up an innocuous conversation when she felt a tap on her shoulder. When Dawn turned she encountered a diminutive, fair-haired, security officer clenching the leash of a huge sandy-haired, finely muscled, slave. "Sister, Dawn Perkins?" inquired the officer, using Dawn's alias. "Yes, officer." "Good, you are just as described. This is William. In the short time I've been with him I've found him quite well mannered." The office then took produced a lanyard with dangling key and hung it about Dawn's neck. After a lingering kiss of her charge, the officer said simply, . "I'll leave the two of you to get acquainted." before she turned smartly on her heels and left. Dawn took a long look at the slave. He was every bit as handsome as Andrew and wore an eager to please expression as he returned Dawn's gaze. That he was a complication and a potential impediment to her mission were facts that Dawn had to force from her mind. Instead, her most bitchy expression crossed her countenance and she spat, "Well. WORM?" William threw himself at Dawn's feet and began making noises of supplication. He kissed her spiked books, being careful to not mar the brilliant shine. Dawn allowed him to continue in this manner for a while. Despite herself, the thought "A girl could get used to this!" crossed her mind more than once. "Very good, Worm. Do you think you could find me a gimlet and some petit-fours?' "Yes. Ma'am." returned William as he returned to his feet. His smile of pleasure seemed genuine as he accepted Dawn's kiss of approval. The kiss floored Dawn, rarely had she encountered a man whose kiss was so sweet and yielding, not even Andrew's were as nice. Very Shortly William was back at Dawn's side, a contented puppy expression on his face, Dawn took up the drink and food. Hooked William's leash to a protuberance on her belt and made her way over to another knot of people. In addition to her prime mission, Dawn and Andrew were charged with gathering as much intelligence as they could, There were guests at the gala that the Federation wanted to learn more about. Anything they disclosed about themselves in private conversation would be of interest to the Federation's analysts. Dawn spent the next hour and a half at this activity. William was beyond polite as he retrieved things for Dawn. At one point she inquired who his owner was and Dawn replied, "Find me a page, William and I will send her a very appreciative note." William was gone like a shot. During William's absence, Dawn finally located Andrew. His leash was being towed by a striking woman of middle years. Her deep crimson hair may have been augmented a bit, but it was, no doubt, natural. Before focusing on Andrew, Dawn took a long look at Andrew's current "Mistress" Dawn hoped that she was as attractive when the calendar marched her around to the same point. She was in first class shape, with long legs and a modest bust. She had an air of sensuality that Dawn admired. It was the very thing Dawn felt lacking in herself. This woman was not only beautiful, she carried herself like an enchanting princess. "At home EVERY man on the planet would be eating out of her hand." thought Dawn. "Men see my looks, but the only men who look past them are flabby, uninteresting men like Supervisor Yanick." Suddenly Dawn realized that Andrew had been giving her that very look since their mission had begun, "Maybe this is more than a mission, to Andrew." she thought before suddenly realizing that he was not just acting, Andrew, apparently, truly felt something beyond simple lust for her. "If we get back to the Federation, life might get quite interesting." went Dawn's epiphany before she focused on Andrew's luminous brown eyes and flashed him a wan smile. The look in his eyes confirmed to Dawn that she was not imagining things. "Maybe at long last it IS love." she allowed herself to contemplate before William returned with an official page in tow. After kissing William in acknowledgment she turned to face the trailing royal page, Dawn dictated a short, yet well-stated note extolling the virtues of William. The slave seemed so pleased that Dawn feared he would explode. "If only the government wasn't such a fascist quagmire, this place COULD be a paradise for women." Dawn allowed herself to think before her mind focused once more entirely upon the mission. Her mind was not occupied with such thoughts for long. The Matriarch made a gesture and the room fell silent. "Greetings, Sisters," began the Matriarch in a rich contralto voice, "I welcome you to my annual slave gala. We will be exiting to the dining room soon. There I will also unveil my surprise. Those of you who have claimed that I am a, how did that writer, who shall remain nameless put it? Oh, yes,'a panicky old biddy' will be forced to eat their words. To say more would spoil the surprise." With that, she made an imperial wave of her hand and stepped off her throne. Her naked slaves were unleashed and took up an ornate sedan chair. Even though the dining room was only a hundred or so meters distance, the ceremony of the state dinner demanded that the Matriarch fully display the trappings of power. At one of the incredibly long tables, Dawn found the name of her alias. William held her seat and then stood patiently at her left shoulder as collared waiters began serving. Dawn's meal was impressive. The chef made an amazing series of vegetarian dishes and the bar served refreshing cocktails. Dawn relished this role, as there was nothing to do aside from dining. She engaged in small talk with the table partner to her left. The woman was a quite petite redhead and her slave was of shorter stature than most. The woman was a member of the Matriarchy's lower legislative body. On other worlds that would be impressive but on Matriarchy Prime she was one of two thousand members who had to enter a lottery for her seat at the proceedings. Not for the first time, Dawn wondered how exactly the Federation had managed her invite. It was probably the work of the local underground, as such it would be untraceable and unrepeatable. If this mission failed there would not be another one. After an hour or so of eating, meals and a beverage were distributed to every guest's slave and the Matriarch strode to the front of the room and began making her speech. So much of it was pap, indistinguishable from political babble on any planet that humanity had settled. Dawn did her best to pay attention. He ears perked up however when the Matriarch's volume and emotion changed. "My enemies are fond of accusing me of being a 'chicken little' that I am beating the war drums to solidify my hold on power. Well, Sisters, in all honesty, not all of that is sentiment is misplaced. Perhaps I am over cautious rather than conspiratorial. In any event, it is time for my critics to close their mouths." The Matriarch made a gesture and a phalanx of armed guards wheeled in the Federation satellite on a cart. A shocked hush fell over the room. The Matriarch beamed at the crowd and then continued. The Dawn Patrol "This Satellite was intercepted and prevented from self-destructing by an astute and brave member of the space guard. We are fairly certain that it is of Federation origin. Obviously, I am not quite as paranoid as my opponents would like everyone to believe. Shortly we will crack its encryption code and we can expose the Federation for the underhanded double dealing devils that they are. Their desire to spy on disrupt how this government operates is nothing short of scandalous." The lovely Matriarch took a moment to savor her triumph before she began speaking again. "Sisters, I am going to ask you all to spend the night as I expect to convene a war parliament in two days. In light of that, the Palace will have to be locked down until tomorrow noon. Have no fear, there is room for all of you and I think you will enjoy experiencing the slaves you have been given for the duration of your stay. I prefer a great deal of screwing under my roof. It reminds me of why we women on this planet wield all the power, to place everything on OUR terms. I also have a bit of a soft spot for slaves. It is not their fault that they lack the brain power or perception to effectively rule. The Goddess in her infinite wisdom provided brains and sensitivity to women. While gracing men with muscle and passion. They should be kept caged, collared and controlled, as it is the state that makes them most content. Still, from time to time they should be rewarded. I expect ALL of you to see to your slaves release tonight. That way they will be so mellow tomorrow, they won't inadvertently interfere with the security procedures." With that, the Matriarch returned to her seat at the head of the main table and, after a respectful pause, the drone of conversation resumed. For Dawn, the Matriarch's speech was mostly good news. If she could sneak out of her room after dark, the possibility was very good that she could superstitiously make her way to the satellite and erase the data. With luck, she could return to her room before anyone got wise. After that, all she would have to do would be to feign innocence until all she could reclaim Andrew and both of them make their exit from the palace. For the first time since she and Andrew had entered the monorail, Dawn had a glimmer of hope. She turned a bit in her chair and eyed William. He was still just as handsome. Although he tried to hide it, William's features had taken on an air of anticipation. Dawn was a bit ambivalent about bedding him. Andrew had been so obedient and so pleasing that she had hoped to save herself for their return to earth. On the other hand, she had been so turned on since assuming the dominant role that she truly needed a cock inside her. She also knew that William would be easier to deal with if he was relaxed and less focused. "The things I do for the Federation." she said to herself while emitting an audible sigh. After dinner, two hours of dancing. Dawn kept William out on the floor almost the entire time in hopes of tiring him out. To both her delight and consternation, he proved an excellent dancer and a most solicitous companion, engaging her in polite yet stimulating conversation. Dawn's note of praise to William's owner had not been premature. Between dances, a page handed Dawn a note of her own, for some reason she filled with pride as she read, "...most, well behaved, most gentlemanly, slave it has ever been my pleasure to control. So looking forward to the post-dance festivities." Dawn felt herself full of sudden profound jealousy as she contemplated that other woman liberating Andrew's penis and giving him pleasure. She had so wanted that duty for herself. Quickly she forced the flush from her face. With men little more than chattel in the Matriarchy, publicly showing emotional attachment to any one of them, especially Andrew, could betray both of them. Dawn folded the note and placed it in her satchel. Because it was signed, Dawn could determine what room he was in. As Dawn left hand held William's leash, a royal page led them to their room. It was smaller than Dawn expected, but the bathtub and the bed were large. Once the door was locked upon the exit of the page Dawn turned to William and announced, "I am difficult to please, Worm " After a pause she barked,"First, let's see how well you are equipped. Strip to your cage, Worm!" William grinned as he withdrew his trunks and unfurled his tie. His penis swelled its tiny cage like a rain-soaked sweater. It was a bit shorter, and a bit broader than Andrew's. Now in privacy, Dawn allowed her eyes to drink in all of William's attributes. Muscle had always turned her on. Getting into the mood with this total almost stranger would not be much of a problem. On a dresser in the room, neatly arraigned was a selection of dildos and butt plugs. Dawn selected a middle sized butt plug and ordered William to insert it. He performed the task without a moment's hesitation. Indeed, he was smiling broadly after inserting the object. "Very, nice, Worm. The plug is staying in all night. I better NOT find it anywhere but your ass. Now go prepare my bath, and then undress me. I don't care what the Matriarch said. If you don't make ME happy I don't make You happy. Is that clear?" William saluted, emitted an eager "Yes, Ma'am" and made a beeline for the bathroom. Dawn followed him in and made sure the temperature of the water was to her taste. As the enormous tub slowly filled, Dawn instructed William to undress her. Much to Dawn's delight, William applied himself to this task with patience and panache, performing each stage of the process with subtle timing. Not quickly enough to be unmemorable, not slowly enough to elicit frustration or impatience, but just long enough to build and multiply desire. As William performed his magic, for the first time, Dawn allowed the tiniest bit of doubt to creep into her convictions. "Are they really such bad people?" she contemplated for a fraction of a second before reminding herself that the question of Matriarchy Prime's innate goodness or inherent evil was largely irrelevant to her mission. "I am here to prevent a war." Dawn told herself proudly as William reduced her to just her thong. Showing an initiative that delighted Dawn, William fell to his knees, worked Dawn's thong off with his teeth and lips and then, upon her nod, set to work o her blonde thatched box with his talented lips and tongue. Dawn soon could focus on nothing aside from the waves of pleasure emanating from her loins. There was a sincerity about his efforts and subtleties of technique that Dawn wished she could instantly impart to Andrew. She realized that she must have been very keyed up indeed as she came all over William's smiling face. He dutifully rose to his feet, checked the temperature of the tub and assisted Dawn into it. Dawn found herself relaxing almost completely under the gentle touch of her temporary slave. William was clearly an old hand at maximizing the pleasure of any woman he bathed. Resting her head on the bath pillow, Dawn watched amazed as William gently lathered and rinsed her body. Even though Dawn had shaved that morning, William carefully checked for any errant follicle on her legs or under her arms. At last, his large, yet astoundingly gentle hands made their way to Dawn's crotch where he gently worked his fingers inside her and gingerly, began teasing her clitoris with a deliberate determination of purpose. Dawn found herself moaning and vocalizing with even more fervor than that shortly before when William had eaten her out. Dawn found herself repeating "Oh. William" over and over like a contented parrot. Dawn could genuinely not tell who was happier, herself or William as the handsome slave pulled the plug from the drain and assisted Dawn to her feet. Dawn realized that the only thing William had left on her person was the lanyard with his key. "ALL men should be this well trained." stated Dawn as William wrapped a towel about her. Recalling her role and her expectations, Dawn forced the grin from her face and said in an even, level tone. "Adequate, Worm. Adequate. I will free you now but remember I am on top and I stay on top." "I am here to serve, Ma'am." replied William not quite succeeding in stifling the pride in his voice. Dawn was reminded of jack in box toy she had owned as a small girl when she freed William's manhood from its wire mesh cage. It was a rather attractive penis thought Dawn as she motioned for William to enter the bedroom. Dawn knelt on the Palace's luxuriant soft carpet as she performed fellatio upon William. His sighs of pleasure were so delightful and sincere that they instantly endeared Dawn to him. Bringing him to the cusp of orgasm, Dawn indicated that he was to move to the center of the bed. Once he was in position, Dawn took sweet delight in slowly working his cock deep inside her. For a moment, the naked body under her was Andrew's but it quickly morphed back into that of William. William was the most appreciative man Dawn had ever made love to. His praises never ceased and his moans of joy were as music to the beautiful blonde agent's ears. They came almost simultaneously as Dawn collapsed into William's arms and showered him with kisses. "I REALLY needed that!" she thought as she snuggled close to the muscular slave. Then as quickly as the joy has come to her, Dawn recalled her mission and the danger she was in. "If I am to die tonight, at least, I was fucked wonderfully one last time." she said to William who simply assumed she was being hyperbolic. He never noticed the incredibly tiny, incredibly sharp needle protruding from a ring she wore. Dawn forced the needle against the side of William's neck. He had time to utter only a soft "ouch!" before unconsciousness came over him. Dawn thought his sleeping body the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. By now it was very late in the palace. From hidden panels in her belt and satchel, Dawn assembled a tiny pistol that fired anesthetic darts. The darts were concealed in the faux gem affixed to her navel. To maximize denial, she had to make sure there was no killing, if possible. Dawn slid into her clothes and opened her doorway a crack. The hallway was deserted! Dawn counted her blessing that her floor was on the same level as the dining room. No doubt the satellite was guarded, but her little anesthetic gun and the element of surprise put the advantage in her favor. Her first dart found a home in the neck of the statuesque guard at the end of the hallway. Having committed the plans of the Matriarch's palace to memory, Dawn quickly and quietly made her way to the dining room. Two bored looking but heavily armed guards stood on opposite sides of the satellite. Dawn slipped into the shadows of the semi-darkened room. The guards stood under a halo of light. Dawn realized that she could not get them both at once, but she counted on human nature assisting her. Since her weapon had limited range Dawn edged as close as she dared to the guard nearest her. In the silence of the room, the guard's almost inaudible gasp and collapse to the floor were incredibly loud. Just as Dawn had hoped, the other guard, rather than pushing the panic button immediately, strode from her position, "Julie, Are you OK?" The guard asked her already slumbering partner before Dawn's third anesthetic dart sailed home. Without a moment's hesitation, Dawn had her data wiper activated. The tiny LED on the device turned amber, indicating it was performing the job it was designed for. In a matter of seconds, the task was complete. Mission successful! Dawn allowed herself to exhale when her eardrums were pierced by the wail of sirens. The first guard she had incapacitated had been discovered, too late to protect the satellite but too soon to allow Dawn an escape route. A dozen armed women led by the Matriarch herself stormed into the dining room. With no alternative, Dawn threw her hands up in surrender. The Matriarch loomed into Dawn's field of vision, her normally attractive features twisted into a mask of rage. With all the strength she could muster, she slapped Dawn hard across the face, drawing blood, as two guards held her fast. "Get the man who was with her!" screamed the Matriarch before she reared back, spat in Dawn's face and bellowed, "You will PAY for this BITCH!" The Matriarch then turned to the gathered soldiers and began barking orders. "Take this BITCH to my chambers along with her accomplice. When these guards wake up I want them severely punished, Elite Cadre indeed!" Before Dawn was led away the Matriarch bellowed, "On the eve of my greatest triumph! What will my enemies make of this?" Andrew knew things had gone horribly wrong when he was dragged out of the warm bed he had been sharing with his temporary Goddess. The sex had been phenomenal. Serving the woman seemed to loose something deep inside Andrew. The redheaded woman was twice his age but in some ways was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. She had a certain something about herself in quantities that even Dawn lacked. Andrew felt as though he was tending to a queen or princess. Needing to impress this stranger, Andrew had called upon reserves he never knew he had, teasing off the woman's clothing and preparing her bath. Naked the woman was something Andrew had never encountered before, a body at once motherly, yet youthful, exuding both innocence and experience. She simultaneously reminded him of some of the mothers of friends he had known growing up AND those same boy's kid sisters. Whatever it was about that was causing Andrew to view her this way, he was hooked. "I hope Dawn looks just like this when she's this age." he allowed himself to imagine before plunging back into his duties. Before releasing Andrew from his cage the woman who was named Marion, pegged Andrew and then gave him a very playful spanking before seeing to his needs. The woman was practically insatiable. Andrew took both her pussy and asshole, eliciting grateful responses each time. Her skin was amazingly soft and smooth and her kisses were as sweet as a butterfly's landing. As Andrew wearily closed his eyes for some much-needed sleep he had no idea how closely his own thoughts matched those of Dawn, "If I MUST die tomorrow. I will, at least, have a smile from all of this." The guards forced Andrew's manhood into and obviously too small cage, belted him several times about the face and neck before he was frog-marched to the Matriarch's chambers. He was saddened but not surprised to discover that Dawn had preceded him. Any words he might have spoken died when the barrels of several weapons pressed against his back and chest. The Matriarch had taken a moment to dress before she strode imperiously into the room. She sat on an elevated chair and stared dawn at Dawn and Andrew with hard piercing eyes. Outwardly she seemed calmer but a titanic inner struggle was apparent in everything from how she carried herself to her flushed features after a long silence she spoke an edge in her voice. "I KNOW what we have here. Federal agents! But, of course, neither of you will be have anything compromising that fact anywhere on your person or in your rooms. A suicide mission, if necessary, Am I correct?" Dawn and Andrew stared impassively at the floor. "Torturing you is a waste of time and resources. No traditional methods will cause either of you to crack, Execution? That is too GOOD for you two! Since your government will erase you from existence, I can do as I please with you. I was afraid, at first, this might cost me the election, but I planted your nifty little eraser and intriguing little dart pistol in the room of one of my political enemies. This is just the sort of chicanery her party is famous for. No one, not even her own supporters will believe her cries of innocence. I'll win in a landslide!" The Matriarch took a moment for her words to sink in before she spoke directly to Dawn and uttered a single command, "Strip!" The command was not unexpected, still Dawn dreaded hearing it. As an agent, she had been given very harrowing training and endured mock captivity and imprisonment that was every bit as distasteful as the real thing. It always began the same way. Dawn removed first her left boot and then her right. Her belt and satchel had already been confiscated so the short black skirt slid off of Dawns, enticing rump and down her long dancer's legs until it reached the floor. The spiked collar was next to go followed by the bustier. In the cool air of the Matriarch's room. Her nipples involuntarily puckered. Dawn stepped out of the skirt and as slowly as possible removed her lacy thong. Dawn stood under the intense hostile glare of the Matriarch's gaze. Not even being ogled by the worst of the most sexist male agents during hostage training was anywhere near as bad. "Enchanting." said the Matriarch. "Turn, slowly." Dawn did as instructed, her hands above her head. "It would be a shame to mar such lovely skin. You perverts from the Federation would probably like that in any case. I'm going to make a dyke out of you sweetheart. You will spend the rest f your days licking pussy and eating shit. I hope you enjoyed the slave you were with last night as you are NEVER going to get fucked again!" With a wave of her hand, the Matriarch, said, "Prepare her!" Andrew watched as the woman he loved was led from the room. He felt the Matriarch's eyes upon him. "As for YOU!" she began, "I probably SHOULD have you castrated but I like to think that no man is beyond redemption, even losers from the Federation. Unfortunately for you, Buster, the Matriarchy has ways of breaking men, that the Federation can't even begin to dream of. After five or ten ears of caged existence, your body will be so hungry for release that you will go to ANY lengths to have any freedom at all even if its fifteen minutes to jerk off. By then you will be a thoroughly broken man. You will be pegged until you bleed. You will learn your place as the lowest of the low. By the time we are finished with you, Mister you will be little more than an organic toy, an automaton without even a soul. Oh, watching the process will be glorious But first a bit of discipline, you parasite. String him up and fetch my whip!" Andrew tried to stand his ground, but the clubs of the guards and soldiers present on his balls had their effect. He was at last led to some hooks in the ceiling and tied fast. The Matriarch rose from her chair paced about Andrew a few times and said, "Someday, when you are old and gray, you will make a very nice servant for the right citizen." she stroked Andrew's abdominal muscles, laughed and continued with,"Such a shame that by the time that happens your pecker will have long ceased to work. It is ALMOST a waste not to use your fine body now, but all men are interchangeable. Shall we begin, soon to be not quite so handsome?" With that, the Matriarch flicked her wrist and greater pain then Andrew had ever previously experienced caused him to cry out in pain. "Weep all you want, little boy, mommy can't hear you. You are in the sitter's hands right now and SHE IS PISSED!" mocked the Matriarch before burying Andrew under a fusillade of whip bites. All Andrew was conscious of for a long time was the sound of the whip, the worse sound of the Matriarch's laughter and searing unbearable pain. Andrew found himself begging for death. "Kill you, parasite? No, you have been a VERY bad boy, you pay with pain, and then pay some more over and over!" As sudden as the pain had begun, it ceased. Once Andrew regained his senses he realized that it was not because of sudden mercy on the part of his oppressor, Dawn was being led back into the room. Her beautiful flowing blonde hair had been taken from her. She now wore the shortest of crew cuts, her hair was so fair that her scalp reflected pink under the lighting. About her loins was a formidable contraption that prevented any access to her sex. Around her neck Dawn wore a collar, different from Andrew's but bore the same locking mechanism. For Andrew the pain of seeing Dawn reduced to such a state was nearly as painful as his current whipping, his eyes teared up from more than just pain. The Dawn Patrol "Ah, the bitch is back." joyfully stated the Matriarch. Leaving Andrew for the present, she returned to her elevated chair, hiked up her skirt and pushed aside her panties, exposing her dark furred box. "Lick my pussy, Bitch!" Dawn stood impassively in place. The Matriarch produced a remote control of some sort. Dawn fell to her knees in pain screaming. The Matriarch lifted her finger, Dawn's pain ebbed away. "There is nothing lower in the Matriarchy than a woman who betrays us. Even the lowest male slave is kilometers above them. For traitors, we have devised or worst, most effective punishments. What you have just had was a taste, bitch. From now on, your searing pain will cease only when you are licking pussy or rimming assholes. The pain could drive you insane, but we will prevent that. Your choices then are simple, decades and decades of unimaginable pain or the blissful relief of eating pussy. A very simple equation actually." Once again, Dawn doubled over in pain. Andrew raged as he watched helplessly. Instinctively he knew that the pain, Dawn was suffering was far greater than his own. Andrew never ceased to be amazed at how inhumane women could be to each other. Dawn's screams and cries, penetrated deep into Andrew's soul. "Leave her alone! Do that to me instead!" Andrew wailed. The tall brown haired agent was still pleading to be punished in Dawn's stead when he witnessed the love of his life, in torment, find her way to the foot of the Matriarch's chair. Andrew understood how dire, Dawn's pain must be as she lowered her head to the Matriarch's pussy. The leading woman flicked her finger and Dawn's cries died. The Matriarch rested her hand on the back of Dawn's head. "See how good it feels, once you comply, Honey." Andrew watched as Dawn buried her face further into the Matriarch's sex. "I see you've performed the calculation, Darling. Pain is never fun, and there are far WOSE things than fish food. Keep at it, Blondie, see if you get me off. That will end all pain for today. Tomorrow we start it all over again. The more pussy you eat that less pain you will feel." Andrew did not know what to think as he subsequently viewed the Matriarch tilt her head back and moan softly. "Good girl!" stated the Matriarch before she leveled her gaze at Andrew and asked, "What do you think of your partner, now, Pretty boy? As much fun as it is to break men, women are even more so. I'll turn your girlfriend into putty even before I've done the same to you. In a year she will be so content licking pussy, she won't even recall your touch!" On the floor, at the Matriarch's feet Dawn was weeping softly. It was at this point a page entered the chamber. She spoke into the Matriarch's ear whose face transitioned to an irritated expression. "Always when the fun starts, duties of state interfere. If I didn't love this job so much I'd hate it." She gestured at the agents. Cuff the woman. Let's give them a few hours to contemplate how miserable the rest of their lives are going to be." The Matriarch strode out of the chamber like the queen of the world she was. To Andrew's surprise, the guards and soldiers followed her. He heard the door lock behind them. Dawn lay on the floor, her hands cuffed behind her back, a steady stream of tears flowing from her eyes. Andrew was amazed at this opportunity presented itself. Testing his bonds, Andrew discerned that there was jut enough give in his restraints for his fingertips to graze his scalp. Indistinguishable from any other hair follicle, was top secret spy device, a lock pick extraordinaire. Not even the most intimate of searches would have detected it. Andrew's had its potion in his scalp anchored in his memory. Gingerly, he extracted the wire thin device. The greater part of the device resided in a special canal surgically created in his scalp. Andrew had always been a very good lock man. Despite the extended time that he had been hanging there, Andrew managed to make his deft fingers work their magic. mere moments he had freed his wrists. Wordlessly he strode to Dawn, lightly touched her shoulder and set to work upon her handcuffs. Dawn was instantly her old self. As she rose to a standing position she said, "Andrew, sorry that I lost myself a while ago. You have no Idea of the pain." "Actually, I think I can appreciate some if not all of it." as he turned to display his heavily striped back. After a pause, he continued. "We have virtually zero chance of making our escape, but if we can move quickly we might be successful." "Roger that." replied Dawn. She noted that her clothes were still in the pile from when she had been forced to strip hours before. "Can you get this collar and belt off me?" "The collar yes," replied Andrew as he set to work on the device about Dawn's neck. "but the belt has a more complicated lock, it might take a while. It's pointless anyway if we don't make our escape." As soon as Andrew had freed her neck, Dawn hurried into her clothing. The short skirt did a fair job of hiding the chastity belt if no one examined her very closely. "With that haircut, we can't simply walk out Ma'am." Dawn seemed lost in thought for a moment before she said, "I have an idea." Testing a side door, Dawn found a large dressing room and mirror. Beneath the mirror was the object she sought. One of the Matriarch's spare brown wigs. Smiling in triumph, Dawn returned to the room. "I'm sure that her hair color was once brown, I'm also sure there are days when a woman of her status doesn't want the hassle of dealing with it. They sure as hell are not looking for a brunette." Dawn attached a leash to Andrew's collar and opened the door to the chamber a minute crack. There was a guard, but like many guards on many planets, her mind seemed currently preoccupied. Dawn struck with sudden, silent fury incapacitating the guard without a sound. Putting their heads together, Their knowledge of the palace layout allowed them to make it to the first floor unobserved. Well, they were spotted from time to time, but every eye registered only a dark haired Goddess and her chastened slave. Dawn and Andrew concluded that there was one window in reach that was in a blind spot from the external security cameras. "They are protected against someone breaking in, not out." stated Andrew as he disabled the window sensor and opened the lock to the window. Outside the window they concealed themselves behind a short hedge, Crawling on hands and knees with agonizing slowness they were, at last, able to make their way to the pathway which lead to the main gate of the palace. "Our best bet is to run like hell, Ma'am. Like I said, they are focused on external attack, not internal escape." Striding towards the gate, the two got as close to he opening as they dared. "The final moment of truth, Andrew." said Dawn softly before she embraced and kissed him. As far as Andrew was concerned that was her sweetest kiss yet. Running at full speed that charged through the admission gate. "Halt!" was shouted into the air. That a hail of bullets did not immediately follow was prevented by the timely arrival of a tourist shuttle. Andrew and Dawn dodged behind the large vehicle and made their way to a security vehicle on the opposite corner. The startled driver was no match for Andrew's right hook. They dumped her body on the curb and sped off. Andrew was able to make a great deal of progress in escaping by using the vehicle's siren and lights. When Andrew thought enough distance had been traveled he hot-wired an unoccupied vehicle. After a very long and circuitous route, they sank the second vehicle in a small lake some ten kilometers from the park where they were scheduled to rendezvous with Yolanda. The harrowing trek to the park frazzled their nerves but finally, they returned to the pickup point Even so, their wait was longer than either hoped. With more than a day of dodging drones and all prying eyes, both were starving, A few berries and nuts comprising their entire meal Andrew's wounds ached, he suspected that at least some of them were infected from the dirt and grime they had been exposed to in the wilds. Huddled for warmth, Dawn and Andrew spent a chilly night under a camouflaging pile of foliage and shrubs. As they snuggled Dawn said in a throaty voice, "Now would be a very good time to get this horrible belt off me and ditch that cage you are wearing." Andrew laughed and replied, "Yes, it would be Ma'am if I hadn't lost the lock pick when we were storming out of the palace". This led to a shared laugh. Yolanda was on time to the second. The scout ship came down hard the hatch opened, Dawn and Andrew dove in and Yolanda had them in orbit moments later. As she inserted the spaceship into translight speed she finally had an opportunity to take a look at her charges. "What the hell happened to you?" she asked both with concern. "Its a long story, Yolanda, but I am never going undercover again." There was neither ceremony nor recognition, not even within the Bureau. Dawn and Andrew received commendations and decorations that could never be displayed or known to anyone except the extreme upper echelon of the Bureau. Still, the hazard pay and overtime compensation were nice. Before those events, however, Dawn and Andrew had been debriefed. Together and then apart they gave their stories to their superiors. It was not until after three long days after their return home that Dawn's chastity belt and Andrew's chastity cage and collar were at last removed. As the hated devices clattered to the floor, the naked agents gazed at each other and smiled with relief. Their most sincere words, however, had already been stated by Dawn on the scout ship. "Andrew, as soon as we land, you are moving your things into my apartment. You won't be needing yours anymore. That cage is coming off when we get home but, in a little while, I will buy you a new one. Your cock belongs to me now. I shall have full control over it This is non-negotiable." "Yes, Ma'am!" replied Andrew enthusiastically. "Ma'am, I have so grown fond of the sound that. I expect you to continue to use that address towards me, but at the office and ONLY at the office you can call me Dawn." Andrew's kiss of approval floored Dawn in its sincerity. "I'll have the best of both worlds." said Dawn and the two shared their greatest laugh yet.