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.