5 comments/ 20889 views/ 4 favorites In Northern Hands By: Wifetheif We lost one of our best men to this rather skilled matriarchy patrol. I was really pissed imagining Carl collared and controlled. That was no life for a male warrior. We decided to extract a little revenge. To an outsider it looked like we had gotten sloppy. It didn't hurt that most matriarchy military commanders held dim views at to our intellectual capacity. It was always a shock for the women of the Southern Matriarchy to discover that the men of the Northern Republic were just as smart as they were. I've seen too much of their abilities to claim, like some Northern Republic commanders do, that the women are not as sharp as we are. That is just not true. All the same they CAN be duped. We camouflaged our forward observation post to make it look like we had abandoned the base in a hurry. To an enemy it looked like it was full of intelligence. It was too tempting to ignore. We had also discovered a flaw in their drone cameras. At the right angle we could replace its camera's views with our own. We sent a signal indicating that FO Post was strewn with cast off codes and trash that did not burn. ANY soldier would have been interested in investigating. Had they thought a bit deeper they would have realized that it was too perfect and too tempting. But because we had spent the last couple of days looking like we were preoccupied and careless, we sold the illusion perfectly. The Lieutenant who had caused us so many problems and had sprung the trap that captured Carl was third over the hill, just behind her sergeant and her corporal. We were on them before they knew what hit them just three of the ten woman squad escaped. Victory was ours. I, as ranking officer took possession of the Lieutenant. She fought mightily and I had a devil of a time slipping the collar around her neck. Once I got in in place however, it sapped her strength and she collapsed at my feet. She fell face first. I rolled her over bared her smooth, muscular tummy, and placed the controller in position. I never get tired of watching those things burrow into the skin. Ten minutes later her life in the matriarchy was over and her life as a Northern slave had begun. I tied her hands behind her back and helped her to her feet. "Quite a fight you put up there lieutenant. You have no idea how happy we are to have finally captured you. Think of it as revenge for your capture of Sergeant Carl Johnson a month ago. Look around we have almost your entire squad." The Lieutenant' eyes were hot with defiance but there was nothing else she could do. She looked mournfully as he comrades, all collared and controlled like herself. Initially I had hoped that we could trade her for Carl but upper echelon thought, if we DID captured her, she would prove too valuable to the South to be allowed to be repatriated. We would probably have to trade three or four of the seven NCOs and enlisted who we captured to get Carl back. That hardly seemed fair but if we could negotiate to get Carl back at all we would be lucky. That was not my problem, however, only generals and high ranking members of the diplomatic corps on both sides were responsible for repatriation talks. We put in our request on Carl's behalf; what happened to it once it went up the ladder was anybody's guess. I've been to the peace village on the border. Its the only place where North and South meet as equals. The place gave me the creeps. I took a look at the Lieutenant's dog tags. "First Lieutenant Raven Riley" it said. At last we had a name for the recent thorn in our side. She was quite beautiful. Long brown hair, angelic face and huge blue eyes. As far as I could tell she had a fine body under that uniform. I would find out shortly. Because we operated deep in enemy territory, often at the very outskirts of The Matriarchy Fort Hera we put in a request for several speedy air transports. Technically they were not supposed to operate this deep in the matriarchy, at least not according to treaty. But since we were evacuating and not attacking we thought that we could get away with it. The best thing about springing this trap is that it bought us three months of home duty. We had been deep in Matriarch territory for a long time. We had learned a great deal about our enemy and the trick we had learned about their drones promised a massive influx of fresh slaves. At least until they caught on. My men and I lined up our captives and marched them toward the LZ. All of them were crying. There was always something enjoyable about seeing them tear up. If the shoe were on the other foot and I were in their place I would be just as upset, but I would not cry. At least I hoped not. Slavery was the hazard of EVERY soldier North or South. It was the great unifier and dreaded fear of both sides. There was probably not a soldier on either side who had not lost a good friend, a bunk mate or a comrade or all three. War was a nasty business, even a limited but endless one like the battle between the Southern Matriarchy and the Northern Republic. The pilots must have thrown their every kilogram on their throttles because the air transports arrived in record time. They flew low over the landscape to avoid radar and forward drones. An incursion of Northern air transports could get our commanders in serious hot water so we got the women into the transports as fast as we could climbed in after them and flew like bats out of hell for home. Home base was abuzz when we landed. Word of our success had preceded us. I spent the next two hours being debriefed by my Colonel and the commanding general. My unit was up for a commendation. The drone duping trick was already being pulled off all along the front. As a consequence we were lousy with new slaves. Lieutenant Raven Riley was marched into HQ we spent the next three hours debriefing her and pumping her for intelligence. You can't lie very effectively in the collar and controller. Together they pick up hidden stresses and, attached to the right equipment, function as a remarkably accurate lie detector. The Lieutenant was a bad liar. As we finished with her the General announced, "We've gotten all we can out of her. She certainly is a fine specimen, you may have her Captain. I understand you are currently slaveless." I saluted the General and said, "Thank you sir. Yes, because I was deployed beyond the standard limit I was required to sell my slave. This one, however, will make a fine replacement." At that remark the Lieutenant's head sagged with despair. I took her controller remote and marched her to the processing barn. I led her to an empty stall. "I am going to strip you now!" I said. Her hands had been freed earlier. I set the controller and reached for her uniform shirt. a few minuets later her blouse was on the floor in front of her. Next came her boots, her cap and her uniform pants. At last she was clad in her panties and brassier. Her body was spectacular. Long legs, tight tummy, and huge tits. The wound on her stomach where the controller had been placed was already beginning to heal. She had no scars and no tattoos. Her skin was clear and even and had a healthy glow. At last she was naked. I let out a low whistle and ordered her to loose her hair. The effect when it cascaded down her back was mesmerizing. I gathered up her uniform and took a box from the in bin. Carefully I boxed up her uniform and everything else and placed one of her spare dog tags on top of the clothing. I slapped a standard label on it and set it in the out bin. Some private would collect the box and eventually it would make its way to the peace village and into matriarchy hands. We kept nothing but a single dog tag from our captives. The matriarchy cut our uniforms off and just sent a form with our captured guys names and ranks on it back to us. We tried to prove that we were more civilized in this area at least. The chill of the stall caused her to break out in goose bumps. It was time for her bath and her shearing. I marched her over to the wet wing of the barn. All slaves are bathed in a tub. Aside from the water are some disinfectants and some muscle relaxants. There was a Specialist in charge of the tubs. He eyed the Lieutenant up and down and assigned me to tub nineteen. I bathed her head to toe with soap and disinfectant. Out of the tub it was time for her shearing. These Specialists had the coolest job in the entire army. She was led to a chair and her legs were spread and fastened to either side of the chair. The specialist took a special razor and rendered her intimate parts hairless. Her still moist dark brown thatch was slowly, yet steadily removed. Her lovely looking snatch was bared to the world. Her pubes were collected and presented to me in a little silk bag with her remaining dog tag as a souvenir. The razor was then passed over the rest of her body. The controller would prevent her pubic hair and body hair from growing back. All slaves north and south were kept smooth. The last bit of processing involved a physical exam and assessment from a doctor. The Lieutenant was prodded poked and measured. At last her retinas were scanned, her fingerprints and all her biometric data were sent to slave central in the Northern capital electronically. My own retinas were scanned as was my thumbprint. A short while later I received on my portable a certificate confirming me as the owner of the woman who USED to be lieutenant Raven Riley of the Southern Matriarchy. As the process finished I said to her, "There now you belong to me. You will be used often. When I host parties you will be expected to serve my friends and fellow officers. I like the name Raven because of your raven dark hair, so you will be permitted to keep that. Everything else you have lost. There is no point in weeping. Every soldier on either side knows that they can end up in your position. I plan on impregnating you by no later than next year. You look like you will bear a fine son." There were simple clogs for the slaves to wear while walking them over the sometimes uneven grounds of the fort. They were kept near the door of the processing barn. I had Raven put a pair on and we walked the short distance to my quarters. I was in officer's housing. My last slave had left some clothing behind that looked like it might fit my new slave. I had been attached to my old slave, whom I had named Mustard, after her golden yellow hair but, as per military regulations, slaves could only be boarded for three months. I had been in the field for five months so I had to sell her. I sold her to a major who admired her. She now had a new name and anew living situation. The major had written to me while I was in the field complimenting me on how well I had trained Mustard and how happy he was with his purchase. Apparently he had renamed her Sunshine. I took my key out of my pocket and waved it under the sensor lock. My door swung open. My place smelled musty because it had been shut up so long but it was clean and neat inside. In my thirteen years in the army I had not acquired too much property. I had seen too many officers have to sell their things at rock bottom prices when they received sudden orders to report to a new base on the other side of the country. Everything I had could be easily moved. The most expensive thing I owned was slaves. The most I had ever had a one time was two. I know that sounds like paradise but you have to feed them, insure them and you end up dividing your attention and one feels neglected and begins to resent you, making them a very poor slave. Some guys can juggle as many as four, but I am not that guy. My favorite had been Coffee. Her complexion was dark to begin with and she tanned easily; was always a golden brown. The sons I had with her were now nine and seven years old. They are at a crèche for military sons in the capital. I don't get to see them often but then most fathers do not. The Republic does a much better job of raising them and turning them into fine citizens than most men would on their own. When they became teenagers they would spend their holidays with me. Until then I had to be content with video letters and school reports. Coffee had caught the eye of my commanding General. Eventually he grew unhappy with just having her on weekends. He set up roadblocks to my ownership and even threatened my career. Essentially i was forced to sell her to him. He even demanded a price below market value. It is a very good thing that there are almost no other generals like that in this man's army. If there were, all we officers would be in revolt. Fortunately now he was at a base at the other end of the country. Coffee is still with him from what I understand. I led Raven into my small house and gave her the tour. There was not much to it. There was a bedroom, a guest room, living room, kitchen, and bathroom. On the patio was the jacuzzi and the grill Through the fence was the officers swimming pool, everything I needed. I placed the silk bag with Raven's intimate thatch on the hutch nest to the other bags. A tasteful nude portrait of Raven would join her trophy bag in a few days. I had a photographer I liked just off base. I contemplated the row of pictures and trophy bags. There was something undeniably special about breaking in a new slave. I threw a pillow on the floor and told Raven, "Let me demonstrate the power of the collar and the controller." I set the orgasm setting for the highest level. With in moments Raven was lost in the throes of an orgasm more intense than she had ever felt before in her life. The northern republic had tinkered with the controller to achieve this effect. Raven was gasping and panting. I kept her in this elevated state for quite a while. Then I eased her down. Raven had a thunderstruck look upon her face. Clearly her training had never informed her of the depth and power of we northern men. I spoke again. "Obedient slaves will be granted orgasms like that often. They are better and more addictive than any narcotic. That one was a gift. You will have to earn future orgasms. The more obedient you are the more orgasms you will be granted. Lets see how obedient you can be. Slave give me a blow job." Raven, despite herself, knelt on the pillow and reached for the fastener in my pants. Her technique needed improvement but I would have plenty of time to train her. I encouraged her to swallow every drop but at least half of my seed hit the pillow. I had her stand and led her to the bedroom. "Turn down the sheets." I ordered. Despite herself Raven did as commanded. Your mind is intact but you are compelled to do what the collar and controller tell you to do. It is maddening. The technology was the same north and south but how it was used varied incredibly. Because the orgasms we give our slaves really are more addictive than cocaine or any other drug, it is not long before every one is hooked and dependent. If they were not repatriated in their first six months their addiction would be permanent. After that time period very few slaves even accepted freedom if it were to be offered. The Lieutenant had no doubt been a good and proud officer. She may even have owned a slave herself; yet in a few months her only desire would be for cock, and with it, another chance to get high. I ordered her to climb into bed. She complied. I stripped and got in after her. Gently I kissed her body all over. Some guys are hard asses towards their slaves but it is common knowledge that they respond much better to gentleness and consistency. I kissed her all over and ate her out for quite a while. Her eyes were full of tears. We called the first two weeks of training the waterworks days. It takes about that long for them to acclimate to their new lives. It is always a shock going from top dog to lowest of the low. Raven was attractive enough for the escort service. In the back of my mind I considered the possibility of enrolling her. If she was accepted I would earn a windfall and nice ribbon to add to the fruit salad on my dress uniform. She truly was one of the most attractive women I had ever seen. As an escort she would have the best life a slave could have in the north. She would be hosting parties and would have a large wardrobe and some autonomy. It was hard work however. Not every woman rose to the challenge. Right now I was focused on capturing her soul for our side. Gently I massaged and pampered her before entering her like a lover. She would be meeting my needs soon enough but for her first few days I would be killing her with kindness. I set the controller to give her a natural orgasm. It would give her some fulfilment but would mostly leave her wanting more. "Would you like to experience the euphoria you felt before? Please me and I will give you that joy often." I placed the controller in neutral and allowed her to speak. For the first time since we had pumped her for intelligence, she spoke more than a few words. "Despite my current circumstances I will ALWAYS consider myself an officer in the Southern Matriarchy. You will never own me in any real way no matter what this collar and controller may make me do." I laughed and said, "You have spunk I'll give you that but in the end you will become just as hooked on the euphoria of the orgasms your collar and controller give you as any other slave. I have no interest in your former life. I'm sure that you were a fine officer and I know from personal experience that you were a first class warrior, emphasis on the past tense. Now you are my property to do with as I wish. You will address me as Master. I am your Master in all things, I am responsible for housing you, feeding you and clothing you. I can decide to, as some officers do, to keep you naked at all times but I see potential in you becoming an escort, which is NOT a bad life. Your value to me is squarely located in your sex. Your tits, your mouth, your vagina, and your asshole are your ONLY assets. They are mine to use as I see fit and also mine to loan to my friends and fellow officers." I set the controller for maximum and she was moaning just moments later, I brought her down and watched her try to collect herself. "You can't deny that you enjoyed that. I can tell by your body language that you are hungry for more. In the end you will beg to suck my cock or let me fuck you up the ass for just a few minuets of what you just experienced. I know this because I have enslaved a lot of your comrades over the years, EVERY ONE of them has reacted to the controller in the same way. EVERY ONE of them was as defiant as you are now. That defiance does not last long against the torrent of pleasure you can and will receive." Raven had a defiant look upon her face but I saw something in her eyes that led me to believe that her resolve was not as strong as her mien indicated. I walked over to my closet and said "I have some clothes that belonged to my last slave. You WILL try them on." The first outfit was a pink bustier with a gossamer skirt. The second was a tiny black skirt and a short blouse that exposed almost all of the ribs and the entire stomach. I could tell that Raven did bot like the style of the clothing but the controller compelled her to put them on. They fit rather well. In fact they fit Raven better then they had fit Mustard because Raven has bigger tits. The shoes did not fit. I let her stay clad in the second outfit and led her to the kitchen. "I've never yet met a slave whose cooking I could tolerate so I will prepare your meals. You will be responsible for cleaning my home and keeping it organized. I will be bathing you and taking care of your hair. I am quite adept at both skills. If you are good I will let you brush your teeth by yourself and allow you to use the bidet unsupervised." I stepped back a bit and gathered my thoughts. "It has been a long day for both of us. It is time to get you ready for bed. You will share my bed. The controller will be set to limit your movement during the night. Needless to say you will be sleeping naked." In Northern Hands Ch. 02 I woke up early the next morning and prepared breakfast for my slave Raven and myself. I knocked her completely out while I ran to the commissary to get fresh supplies for my food synthesizer. I was back in moments and she never stirred. I set her controller for her to awake naturally while I whipped up breakfast, I assumed that my slave, like most southern women, was a vegetarian. I could preform culinary wonders with tofu and textured soy. From the kitchen I saw her stirring in the bed. "Good morning slave. This is the first day of your new life. How do you take your soy eggs and bacon?" Raven stretched and arose from the bed. She seemed conscious of her nudity, absently she ran a hand over her bald pussy. I saw her expression change, The fact that she was naked and hairless in a northern officer's house reinforced to her her current condition of captivity. She tugged once on her collar as if convincing herself that she was not still dreaming. Her nose twitched from the succulent aroma of my cooking. No doubt she was very hungry. She remained silent. "Giving me the silent treatment, are we? No matter. I can work around your silence. Let me take you to the bathroom and then you can sit down to eat." I set the food on the table and then entered the bedroom and led her to the bathroom. She used the bidet. I could tell that she did not like me cleaning her up but there was little she could do to prevent it. I washed her hands and face and led her to the kitchen. I let her feed herself. She must have been starving she practically wolfed down the food. "Well you seem to like my cooking at any rate. Here is the plan for today. We will shop for some simple clothing for you and some enticing lingerie for me. After that we are going to have your picture taken and then we will be visiting the escort school. If they think you have potential they will train you when the next class opens up. What that means in simple terms is that if you are accepted you will live with me. Once your training is complete the school will purchase you from me and assign you to wherever there is the most need. If you are not taken on you will be my personal slave until I tire of you and sell you. Before I do that however I will impregnate you a few times. Do you know what escorts do?" Raven appeared to think. She spoke her first words of the day "Nothing at all." "For a slave an escort is the best life. You get to pick out your own clothes and any gifts you receive are yours to keep or sell. Its not beyond the realm of possibility that you can earn enough to purchase your freedom and be returned to the matriarchy. You will be trained in how to appeal to men. How to converse and entertain. If you can sing and dance, that is always a bonus. You will be trained to host parties and sweet talk men. Some become actresses in our film industry. Men in the Northern Republic go to escorts for a lot of reasons, they have a sophistication that ordinary slaves lack. They have an old fashioned appeal. You have no way of knowing this down south but escorts are praised in Northern literature and drama as the ultimate in womanhood. An escort helped the founding father establish the Republic and he responded by giving her and those like her special status. A soldier or a civilian will salute an escort when she walks by. We hold doors for them and always allow them to go first. This is exactly opposite of how we treat common slaves. Most Northern men have their first sexual encounter with an escort it is considered a bit classless for their first experience to come with a common slave. Escorts know how to make these young men feel loved and talented. Because of them so many men begin to explore their sexuality under the best circumstances possible. You are beautiful enough to be one as only the most beautiful slaves can become escorts." Raven's eyes grew large, she seemed to be drinking it all in. I could tell that the life of an escort had some appeal to her. I was not surprised that she did not know anything about escorts. The fact that they were often so successful in the north was an embarrassment to the matriarchy. Yes, slavery was the standard both north and south but the south promoted fictions as to how we do things up here in the north. The idea that we deferred to ANY females simply did not compute. The escorts who made their way back to the matriarchy sometimes came back to the Republic as their former society often did not know what to make of them. Raven cleared her plate. I handed her a napkin. Once she had wiped her mouth I led her to the bed and took her again. She responded better than I had set her controller for. That was a good sign, I then led her back to the bathroom. We showered together. The shower was designed for two with two shower heads and two sets of controls. I washed Raven and did her hair. Once the shower was over I blow dried her hair and braided it in long plaits. She looked smashing. With no alternative available, I dressed her in the the tiny black skirt and blouse, The clogs would have to do until we could purchase more practical footwear I attached a leash to her collar and fingered her controller. "Your proper position is three steps behind me at all times. Failure to do so will result in punishment." Glumly, Raven followed me into the sunlight. The door closed automatically behind Raven and I flashed my key by the forward sensor and heard the lock slide home. I headed for the PX which was not a far walk from my house. I noted appreciative stares and nods from my neighbors as I directed Raven down the street. I could not imagine what the ancient soldiers would make of a modern PX it was half military and half slave provision. The argument was that the slave half was excellent for the morale of the rank and file so in a sense it was all military. There were shops off base but the prices were better here. There was one boutique I liked off base for lacy under things. But that was just for special occasion lingerie. Say for example you wanted to guarantee a sale of your slave or as a reward if your slave was especially pleasing to the boys at last night's party. I steered Raven to the slave wing of the PX and stopped at the measuring booth. The clerk there stripped Raven and ran an electronic tape measure all over her body. Her sizes were sent to my portable. I decided to leave her naked. There were plenty of slaves around all in various states of undress. In the dress department I found a sharp green number that nicely complimented Raven's coloring. It had a low bodice and a short skirt. It would be perfect for her escort school interview. I purchased various thongs and some lacy bras. Like most Northern men I often found the right clothing more enticing than total nudity. I purchased some skirts and tops. The lingerie was stockings and garters and bustiers. Even after centuries of civilization these still got men off better than anything else. Since Raven was a very good girl while we were shopping I let her pick out three pairs of shoes. I made sure that one pair complimented her interview dress. The considerable amount of money I made during my five months in the field came in very handy. Before leaving the store I dressed Raven in a casual outfit. She looked so fetching I could hardly stand it. The bags were heavy but Raven had to carry them back to my house. "Escorts never carry their own packages. Men delight in doing favors for them." I informed her as she trudged under the weight. Once we returned home I helped Raven place her new wardrobe in the dresser that was set aside for her. I had her put on a brief fashion show and I took pictures of her in the outfits. I'm a good photographer but I wanted a professional touch for her formal portrait. I made a salad for the two of us and then I called for a cab. I got by without a transport. They were a hassle to move from base to base. The ones I did own always I ended up selling for far under value when I could not take then to my new base. In leu of a car I made due with hired transports. Once the transport arrived I led Raven, dressed in her interview dress, out to it. We drove off the base to the Anderson photography studio. Dwight Anderson was the most talented photographer around. He brought out the best in slaves, His photographs made them appear the most beautiful that they could ever be. The wait was not long. Dwight was wonderful at relaxing slaves. I had some pictures taken in her escort school interview dress then I stripped her so that Dwight could take some of his spectacular nudes. Raven relaxed under Dwight's ministrations and he soon got some luminous shots of her. He did her hair just so and was a magician with lighting. About an hour later we were done. When Raven saw the pictures she gasped. Obviously she had never seen herself looking so beautiful. Another transport drive later and were were at the local escort school. I marvelled that there was a network of these all over the Northern Republic. Escorts were distributed where needed. The entertainment division turned some escorts into actresses. I loved our movies, the hero always got to fuck the escort in the end, and often in the beginning and the middle of the story. They were the best kind of fantasies. I had phoned ahead so they were expecting us. The local Madame greeted us at the door. Local escorts were kept in a separate dormitory on campus. I presented the Madame with extra copies of some of the pictures Dwight had taken. She oohed and ahhed over Raven, got her to relax and made her feel comfortable. She explained the process to Raven and then led her into the interview board. I was not permitted entry into that room but I knew what was happening. Her beauty and intelligence were assessed. Any hidden talents she had, such as for acting or singing were discovered. They tested how she moved to see if she had any experience as a dancer or could be trained as one. There was an orientation film and several experienced and trained escorts for Raven to interact with. It was a long process. To amuse myself I headed over to the escort dormitory and entered the lounge. It was not long before I attracted attention. Usually I like dark haired women but this petite blonde had amazing appeal. I chose her. She wore a shoulder baring short red dress. Of course she was collared but there was a large gold E on the front of her collar. It was pure gold and was the pride of every escort. We chatted a bit, I ordered drinks for myself and her. As was the custom I paid for everything. I talked about my time in the field. The guilt I felt about leaving a man behind which was not offset by the euphoria of capturing so many slaves at once. The escort, who was named Emily, listened patiently and told me things that made me feel good. She kissed me, we agreed on a fee and she led me to her room. She put on music and preformed a most entertaining striptease. Beneath he sexy underwear and stockings, her body was spectacular. As she undressed me she complimented me thoroughly. Her fellatio duties were first class. Escorts are trained to maximize sensations and are schooled in the finest techniques. You just can't get this kind of behavior out of a common slave. They are for cleaning and organizing, cooking, procreation and regular fucking, An escort is an event! I knew this was costing me a pretty penny but it was worth every cent. Hours later, completely spent, I was back in the lounge. I had one more for the road. I noticed a father with his son in tow. This was the day he was going to become a man. I remembered my first time. She had been a dark haired escort named Jenny. For the rest of that month I felt like the king of the world. I thought of my own sons and how one day I too would lead them through this ritual. It was something to look forward to and cherish as a memory once it occurred. Before I returned to the escort school to see haw Raven was progressing I took the father aside and recommended Emily for his son. The father thanked me but he said he had promised his son his own choice. I still had a bit of a wait when I returned to the Escort school waiting room but at last the inner doors opened. Everyone was all smiles, the Madame, the members of the board leaving for a coffee break, and even Raven, who had worn a mostly morose expression on her face since her capture. "She's utterly charming, Captain Bishop." Said the Madame. "This school would be honored to enroll her. We uncovered considerable acting talent. You may have given the Republic a new movie star! The next class begins in two weeks. It is a seven week course, as you are no doubt aware. There are certain obligations you must honor however before Raven is enrolled. We would like you to keep her only for yourself until her training is over. We find that often, pulling trains and doing multiples unsupervised, sidetracks and hinders a slave's training. You must also exercise her and not over feed her. You may use her as often as you wish but no one else. Train her for the next two weeks as you would any slave. That is a fine incentive for her to excel here at school. I see no problem in the school buying her from you at a very nice price. You are well on your way to that escort finder medal, Captain Bishop." Aside from medals for bravery or poise under fire the escort finder was perhaps the most coveted medal. Relatively few were awarded. The medal looked great. The record number that had ever been awarded to one soldier was nine. The legendary Hawk Nelson had captured nine escorts when most men never capture one. He had even enslaved Lara, a film star whose movies are still favorites even if they are over seventy years old. The color is a bit faded but nothing hides the luminosity of Lara. Every year the media crowns a different actress the new Lara, but she NEVER is. I had captured dozens of slaves but Raven was the only one I felt was even worth trying to enroll in escort school. Oh I have owned some very beautiful women but escorts have more than just beauty. I had seen that in Raven the moment I captured her. Raven's beauty was inside as well as outside. He ride back to my house was pleasurable. I took Raven inside, gave her a victory fuck and then began to buckle down on her training. "School starts in two weeks. Until that time your tasks are pleasing me and obeying me. Now it is time that you cleaned this place from top to bottom!" I ran Raven ragged as I supervised her work and made sure that she never slacked off. We had a brief time out for dinner. It was well after dark when I finally ordered her to put away the mops, brushes and rags. I gave her a relaxing shower and, as a reward for work well done, an equally relaxing massage. I made love to her one more time before she went to sleep. He final words that day were "Master thank you for your willingness to enroll me in escort school. I promise to work hard for you the next two weeks so that your report on my behavior to the school is a good one." I was amazed. After two days of captivity, Raven was already light years away from the Matriarchy officer that she had been. Already her goal was to please and be pleasing. Sometimes it happens that way. The next two weeks promised to be a hell of a lot of fun. In Northern Hands Ch. 03 With the house now spotless, thanks to Raven's exertions, it was time to entertain. The five months I had spent in the field had torn a huge hole in the regularity of my poker nights. It would be a great time to decompress and catch up with my fellow officers. Raven would be prominently featured. Had she not been on the way to Escort School, each of my guests would have gotten a chance to test drive her. But I wanted the Escort Finder medal very badly, so for tonight and until she graduated they would have to content themselves with being able to look and not touch. I ordered a passel of sandwiches from an off base delicatessen. It worked out to be not much more expensive than making them myself. It was a lot more convenient however. The beer I purchased from the PX and had delivered. While the card games would be fun, they were secondary in my mind. My main focus was on getting Raven ready for display. After awaking that morning in bed together I started our day by again finding out how well Raven could preform fellatio. I knew that Women in the matriarchy sucked off their male slaves but women in the South were used to being served, not serving. She would have to learn to give men the pleasure they wanted. Gently I explained to Raven what I expected of her. "Ultimately your needs WILL be met," I said, "There is nothing a northern man loves more than hearing the slave under him orgasm, BUT you will have to see to his needs first." Raven was not a bad little cocksucker, she needed just a little coaxing in the form of electrical jolts from her collar to preform exactly as I instructed. When I came I gently yet firmly held her face fast and ordered her to swallow. After ascertaining that this time she had consumed all of my cum I went down on her and preformed the best cunnilingus I knew how to do, With my hands and my tongue I got her to orgasm and heard her delightful moan. Suddenly I was glad that I would not be sharing her with the guys tonight. We ate brunch in the nude in the kitchen. I simply could not get enough of Raven's spectacular naked body. After eating I put her on my treadmill for a workout. She glistened wonderfully under her sheen of perspiration. Raven really seemed to delight in working out. I realized that I would have no problem getting her to exercise. As early evening approached we showered together and I lathered her head to toe. Afterwards I dried Her off and brushed her hair until it shone. Her outfit for the evening was perfect. A short black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. A string of pearls that I allowed my slaves to wear encircled her neck below her collar. Underneath, a black lacy bra, a black thong and black stockings with seams up the back held in place by a filmy black garter. A pair of black heels completed the outfit. Makeup is not too popular in the North. We like our women natural but I thought that just a little lipstick and color would compliment Raven' looks very well. I was right. She looked spectacular. Upon seeing her reflection in the mirror, Raven's mouth dropped open in surprise. "When my guests arrive tonight you will smile prettily at each one. You will also find out what kind of sandwich and beer they want. You will get them from the kitchen and bring it to the officer in question. I will be firm with the men tonight. They may admire you and compliment you but they may not touch. Once you are an escort you will be expected to entertain every man at a gathering such as this. However as an escort you will be expected to state your fees and terms. Everyone will know what to expect from you and you from them. Consider this evening a dry run for one of those future events. If you were not destined for escort school, Each man would take his turn with you until he was completely satisfied." "Do you have any questions slave?" "Will I remain dressed throughout the night master?" "I see you are a thinker. I like that. In answer to your question, no. I will be gradually exposing you as the evening wears on. The sooner you realize that nudity is your natural state as a woman in the North, the better off you will be." Raven sighed a bit at that information. I thought this role reversal must be hard for captured soldiers on either side of the border. I thought about Carl, the man I had left behind as a slave in the matriarchy, for the thousandth time. There was nothing I could do for him other than pray to the great patriarch that he was treated well in the South. I knew for certain that I would not want to be him. Hairless, collared, with my penis rendered completely inert; totally at the mercy of capricious women. I thought about the ancient past when men and women lived together as something like equals, but that experiment had ended in failure many generations ago. Despite its faults the system worked now. Men and women were complete equals as warriors with a common enemy. Each other, "Raven, you are a spectacularly beautiful woman. It is only natural that I want to show you off. You, no doubt, had a male slave in the matriarchy. Didn't you take pride in stripping him and displaying him to your fellow officers?" At the mention of "male slave," Raven began tearing up. "His name was Petunia and I loved him very much. I did not like sharing him but I had to as an obedient officer. I will ALWAYS miss him." I felt pity for Raven and embraced her. "War often rips away the things we love. I have lost men under my command. My own brother disappeared into the Matriarchy a decade ago. We can not change the outcome of this perpetual war but we can make the best of whatever outcome fate deals us. You for example will have the most freedom you are allowed as an escort. Sometimes the work and the men you meet will not be pleasant but that is fate." Raven looked up at me with her big blue eyes. I kissed her deeply and she kissed me back. "I will be gentle with you tonight and for the next two weeks until your schooling starts. I am at heart a kind man and I will be, whenever possible, a gentle taskmaster. You are meant to be so much more than just another faceless, nameless Northern slave. That future is within your grasp but the road to it is through nights like the one ahead of us." With that Raven wiped the tears from her eyes and said. "You are correct Master. You want that medal you covet and I covet the freedom I will have as an escort. Let us work together towards that goal." I could see why Raven had so impressed the escort selection committee. Her personality matched her looks in every way. A short time later my guests began arriving. Raven greeted each at the door with a very fetching smile. Without being instructed to, she spun slowly around as each man entered so that they could take her in from all angles. "My god," Bishop, "She is staggering." Walter said. His words were echoed by the other five of my friends as they entered my house. Once all the guys arrived I explained that Raven was going to be an escort. I explained the instructions from the local school's madame and about the hands off policy. As fellow officers my guests coveted the escort medal as much as I did. As my friends they wanted me to earn the medal. As officers and gentlemen they would keep their hands to themselves but all were disappointed however that they could not try out Raven's charms themselves. "Bishop she is the sexiest woman I have ever seen. She will be so popular that It won't take her more than a few years for her to earn enough to purchase her freedom." Said Charley. Raven overheard this and beamed. A look of pure delight crossed her face. Once the guys were seated Raven made a circuit of the table. I had given her a small pad to write down names and orders She applied herself diligently to the task. To my utter surprise and my guest's delight, she leaned close to each man as he spoke giving them a clear view of her decolletage. Her breasts were so tempting and so close. The men showed tremendous restraint. She was a fantastic little waitress. She got every order correct and did not spill a drop of beer. To be honest the card game, as much as we wanted to focus on it, took second place to just drinking in Raven's beauty. After everyone, including Raven, had had a couple of sandwiches and at least one beer. I Had Raven stand up. I deftly unfastened the back of her dress and had her step out of it. My guest burst into applause at seeing Raven's fine form. I hung up the dress and returned to the group. Raven did a slow rotation in her sexy black underthings. I could practically hear the guy's hard ons impacting on the bottom of the card table. Bob drank her all in and said, "Well shit who wants to play cards when we can look at a woman like that. You are the luckiest bastard alive Bishop. You not only get to look at her you get to fuck her. She'll be the kind of escort that I can't afford. The upper elite." I unhooked Raven's bra and her glorious tits came into view. "Holy shit!" somebody said. I think just one more hand of cards was dealt that night. I slid off Raven's thong, revealing her sweetly shaven snatch, leaving her clad in the stockings and garter. By voice vote it was decided I go no further. This look was sexier than total nudity. Raven seemed to delight in the praise of my friends. Matriarch women are not often told how beautiful they are. Oh they hear it from their slaves and from their girlfriends but never in situations like this. I could tell that this evening had done a great deal for Raven's self esteem and would help her push the pain of her captivity away. I had made clear my no touch policy but Raven told me that she was amenable to sitting in each man's lap and bestowing a kiss upon him. Since it was actually her suggestion, I could not see it doing any harm. Starting at the head of the table with William she worked her way around the table in a clockwise manner. Despite the huge temptation of such a sexy woman depositing herself in their laps my friends behaved themselves. By this time their erections had to be practically killing them. Hours earlier than it would normally have occurred, the poker night broke up. I knew that all of my guests would be using their personal slaves tonight, imaging that she was Raven. When the last guest left, Raven turned to me and said, "That was fun Master. Am I really as beautiful as those men were saying or were they just being nice to me?" I took Raven in my arms. "Raven you are probably the most beautiful women these men have ever seen in the flesh. I know that I have never met a woman more beautiful than you." Unbidden she kissed me. Because Raven had been such a good girl I cleaned up after my guests. Raven seemed enthusiastic when I took her immediately after I finished cleaning up. She had a nice orgasm on her own, but because she had been so good, I also had the controller give her a particularly euphoric one. Later that night I took her asshole for the first time. While it is rumored that some of the women in the South like pegging each other, this was a new experience for Raven. I could not read her expression afterwords. "How does that make you feel Raven?" I asked her. "Like I was a male warrior captured by a stronger more powerful male from the ancient days. It was not unpleasant. I suppose I could get used to that and even enjoy it a great deal one day. I do know that Northern men like to take our every orifice." "As an escort you will be able to charge top dollar for access to your hindquarters. Always remember that." I replied. I left her in the stockings, the garter, and the pearls all night night long. I held her close as we slept. Raven returned my embrace and we slept late into the next morning. I could not believe the progress she had made in so few days. In Northern Hands I led her to the bathroom, stripped her and got her ready for bed. To my considerable relief she did not fight me. It appeared that Raven intended to pick and choose her battles. I led her to the bed and had her assume a comfortable position. The controller would keep her that way all night. As hard as my day was the former lieutenant's must have been far worse. She was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. I gazed anew at her. If anything she was even more beautiful asleep. The word angelic entered my mind. This angel however had been stripped of her halo, her robe. her wings, and her freedom. I sighed with contentment as I laid myself down to sleep. Breaking in this lieutenant promised to be a very satisfying experience. I snuggled up to her, inhaling her fine feminine fragrance. As I fell asleep I know I was smiling from ear to ear.