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.