Taken Before Dawn

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Fuck you!

“Five for induction!” the gruff voice announced with a degree of satisfaction that was unrestrained. His message reverberated through the large concrete warehouse...turned induction center...as he lumbered out of his van and waltzed to the open space, drawing the attention of a half dozen guards who streamed toward him from various parts of the building. The large bay door through which the vans entered had closed with an imperious clank, followed by the smooth sound of the electronic locks clicking into place.

All attention was on the vans, where one by one five hogtied women were unchained, their bodies lifted from the cargo vehicles and unceremoniously dumped on the cement of the warehouse floor.

“Someone musta got my memo,” Induction Administrator August Crow chortled, as he casually waltzed around his five new detainees. “This batch is much prettier than the last. None of them Lesbos, huh?” He wore the tall black boots and the crisp, tan uniform of the Reformation Guard, a riding crop tucked tight under his arm, lending an air of stodgy authority that belied his crude talk. “Little cockteasers, I’ll bet. Every one,” he spat out disdainfully, as he momentarily stopped to survey the backsides of the five. While noting how their naked cunts peeked out between their legs, between his legs, his c**k throbbed hot. “Undo the bindings so we can see what sluts we have this time. And take out their gags.”

“You heard Ms. b***h wants to do the induction herself,” August’s assistant Sarge chimed in, barely disguising the sarcasm.

“Yeah, I got that memo. But they’re still ours for the next forty-eight hours,” his superior reminded him. Pulling the riding crop from his side, he went down the row of cunts and poked high between their legs, hoping to catch their flesh with the sharp edge of his weapon. How each responded would tell him a lot about what kind of female he had on his hands. He loved the screamers most, their spirit much more invigorating than that of the whimpering criers. In fact, it had been his personal project to silence that unwanted crying...and what fun he had doing that...going toe to toe, nose to nose with the little demons. Some had the gall to think they could beat the system with their angry harangues, which made it his job to see that that kind of behavior was purged and they were well-cowed before they were finally swept up into the system. Wielding his power like an ax, he made an example of these shrews by taking them down a notch or two in front of the others. He laughed while he was doing it, unashamed of his power and the willingness to use it.

While August surveyed his new detainees, Sarge moved on with the task of cutting and stripping off the duct-tape, ripping away at the tough material to the tune of the grunts and sobbing moans. Once the tape was gone, he removed the gags.

“On your knees so we can see you,” August ordered, “hands at your side.”

The wary women struggled into position. Their faces were filled with fear, embarrassment and, in the case of Susanna, the degree of defiance August was waiting to see...there was always one, at least one in every new arrival.

Unveilings like the one he presided over were one of the pay-offs for an often thankless job. The detainees might have been stripped of their clothes in the middle of the street, and spent the last hour naked in the presence of strangers, but they were not yet habituated to the vulgar circumstances of their incarceration. This first dose of reality, the humiliating revelation that their comfortable lives had come to this, was always a moment any man in his position would pleasure in. As he moved into position in front of the five, where they could get their first look at his brutal face, he once again watched for any sign of their reaction. They often spoke volumes with a single, subtle glance.

Finally, his gaze narrowed as he addressed them. “Just in case any of you get the bright idea that you can escape this compound, you’ll want to know that every door in the facility can only be opened with the correct code and a positive eye-scan. This new technology is really something.” He let the thought linger in their minds as he paced in front of them, then he turned to his company of guards with a sneer. “So, let’s see what the cat dragged in tonight, shall we?”

The six guards were stationed around the detainees, six pairs of eager eyes and throbbing crotches, each man deciding which luscious pair of t**s, or tight round ass he wanted to partake of first. This was a singular moment for them too, although it was one that most had been through several times.

While the guards made their own judgments about this newest batch, August went down the row, using the end of his crop to lift the chins of each female so he could stare straight into their eyes. He did this without making a comment, from Susanna to Paige to Regina, and finishing with Holly and Kara, the pair who’d been hauled in last.

He stepped back and curtly ordered: “Bend over, your heads on the floor, your asses raised.”

Initially baffled by the order, the five were slow to comply, checking the others in the row, with no one having the courage to make the first move.

“I said bend over!” he raised his voice beyond the well-modulated tone of his earlier speech, then he lifted his weapon and brought it down against Susanna’s thigh. She just happened to be the female at the end of the row closest to where he stood.

The vigorous thwack resounded through the room and was followed almost instantaneously by a livid, “f**k you!” as the fiery brunette reacted. She looked as if she might spit in his face. Although her disheveled hair, smudged face and flashing eyes made her quite an appealing sight for the men looking on.

August c****d his head. “What was that?” he snickered.

“You heard me. I said f**k you!” Susanna came right back.

He looked beyond the row of prisoners now with his twisted grin, meeting the eyes of the guards, which had lit markedly hearing the pretty female swear so boldly.

“You know there’s always one in every crowd. Just makes this fuckin’ job that much easier for me. Looks like we get a demo right off the bat.” His mocking amusement then turned cold as he bellowed: “Seize her and bring in the horse!”

Before the plucky brunette had time to digest that thought, she was lifted by two brawny guards and led to the ‘horse’...a wooden contraption designed for punishing recalcitrant offenders...which had been quickly dragged into the open space in front of them by another of the guards. The round barrel-like structure was supported by four sturdy legs, and had a variety of ring-bolts and leather straps used to secure the victim. Once thrust over the top, Susanna’s legs no longer touched the floor and she was easily strapped into place, with arms and legs tightly secured to the four sides. Her naked ass was held high, wide open, and in plain view of everyone in the room...including the four shivering females who looked on in fright.

With crop in hand August appraised his target with some relish, but rather than begin the punishment, he turned to one of the guards instead. “Jessup, bring me the cane.”

A flutter of emotion swept through the crying females. Tears that had been collecting in their eyes were now streaming down their cheeks in a sad rain of woe. Had they permission, they would have huddled together for comfort, but they were too afraid to even budge an inch.

When Jessup arrived with the cane and handed it off to August, the punishment began with no further preamble. Rearing back, he let loose with six vicious cuts across the center of Susanna’s ass, delivered with such speed that no one caught their breath until the attack was over and August’s hand hung at his side with the cane resting against the concrete floor.

Before the Induction Administrator could turn back to the quivering four, Paige had already bent over in the position ordered, followed quickly by Kara and then the others. Any hint of defiance had been put to rest, along with any questions about how they were to comply with the Administrator’s order.

“Well, isn’t it amazing what a little demo can do for a bunch of defiant miscreants?” August liked using big words. He liked feeling important...lording his position over his guards; using the cane instead of the crop; and barking off orders like he was a drill sergeant, which in many respects he was. He moved toward the other detainees, ignoring the punished Susanna in order to make a first inspection of the females’ private parts. Cane still in hand, he waltzed from one upturned rear to the next, running the smooth end of the bamboo rod over the smooth skin of his charges. He could feel the rapid beating of their hearts, the shortness of breath and even detect the scent of female pheromones in the air. That pungent smell could not be disguised. One of the bitches was getting off on the scene...what a find she’d be!

Oh, how they shuddered! Oh, how his c**k throbbed!

When he fiddled with their ass cracks and the plump s*x lips below, the reactions moved into a whole new level of humiliation. Tears expanded into sobs, bodies shivered uncontrollably, and flesh quaked with the beautiful rhythms of fear. Fear. Yes. What a powerful weapon to wield over these pretty felons. When he poked their cunts with the tip of his cane, they each jerked. Mini cries escaped their lips, though for the most part, they were a fairly compliant bunch. Now that he’d separated out the unofficial leader and had her red striped ass glaring before them, the others seemed to move in tandem.

How easy was this! How thoroughly satisfying!

And what was this...? A bit of s*x juice leaking from the redhead Regina’s cunt. A masochist perhaps? August wondered.

While he continued his probing, the guards...on direction from August...were taking turns using the crop on Susanna’s caned ass. For the next few minutes, several guards added to her suffering, until August halted the proceedings with the abrupt command to remove her from the horse so she could join the others.

Straps were loosened and Susanna was pulled from the contraption and forced to crawl back in line. Like the others, she assumed the position with her head to the floor and her blushing ass raised in the air. Any sign of defiance had disappeared.

“It is not my place to deal with your crimes, the evidence we have gathered that will convict you and you’ll be sentenced to hard time. My sole job is to see that you are safely housed until the official induction begins...and that you understand that your only choice here is to obey every rule and every command, regardless of what it might be. The demonstration you just witnessed, and you suffered,” he poked Susanna in the shoulder, “was mere child’s play compared to what you might face. I have at my disposal a variety of means to deal with disobedience, rebellion, smugness, defiance, anger or conceit. Don’t tempt me, don’t bait me, don’t do anything to raise my ire. I’m a sadist at heart. Punishing females is what gets me off. It’s why I love my job. And the more you give me cause to abuse you, the happier I’ll be. Is all that clear, Ms. f**k You?” He poked at Susanna’s ass this time, having continued to pace around the five until he was behind them all but still closest to the rebellious one.

Her silence in face of the question did not please him.

“I asked you a question, b***h!” he barked, as he laid another red stripe across Susanna’s ass. “Answer me. Have I made myself clear, Ms. f**k You?”

“Yes,” Susanna piped up.

“Try again... it is Yes, sir, I’d better be hearing from those lips. Repeat your answer.”

“Yes, sir,” she chimed back.

“Louder!”

“Yes, sir!” she tried again.

“Louder!”

“Yes, sir!” she shouted this time.

“Much better.” He stepped back for one last look at their luscious ass ends. By now his mind was consumed with the possibilities inherent in this new batch of detainees. They really were quite a comely lot. Pretty faces. Shapely, youthful bodies. All had breasts he would have loved to torture, had he the time. He liked perky upturned ones the best...ones like Paige’s. Though Kara’s large and fully rounded t**s were nice as well. Plenty of flesh for punishment, but not too much. Yes, they would fulfill their purpose quite nicely. “All right then, rise to your knees and face me. All of you. Now!”

The five scrambled from their crouched positions to turn around and face the man, staring up again with tear-stained faces and frightened eyes.

“Yes, you’re getting there,” he smirked evilly, then he went on in a cold, deliberate monotone. “To recap what you’ve learned so far. Lesson One: Obey orders. Lesson Two: Speak up when told to speak. And Lesson Three: no whimpering, no sniveling, no breaking down. I can see that a couple of you are on the verge. I’d suggest you buck up or you’ll find yourself in Ms. f**k You’s place on the horse. Defiance raises my hackles, but it’s the sniveling I can’t abide...I’d be more than happy to give you just cause for your weeping.” He gave them a last fierce appraisal then turned to his assistant. “Assign them to cages in Corridor C.” Then he marched out, boots clicking against the cement.