New America

Chapter 4 — Next challenges

by JayInkwell

Tags: #cw:noncon #cw:sexual_assault #dom:male #f/m #pov:bottom #sub:female #bondage #clothing #D/s #humiliation #sadomasochism #scifi

I nervously waited for over an hour before my next client appeared. My ass was still a bruised and painful mess. I was dressed in a sheer black negligee, as required. I was again kneeling and facing the curtain that marked the entrance to my bedroom.

My next client entered. He looked perfectly normal. A tall man in his thirties. Muscular. Handsome, really. He wore a collar shirt and some loose-fitting jeans held up by a thick belt. I didn’t want to have sex, especially while my ass hurt badly. If I was going to have sex anyway, this might not be too bad. It might have even been a little fun if my ass wasn’t in agony.

“How may I please you, sire?”

“Strip. Get on the bed. Get on your hands and knees there.”

“Yes, sire.”

I complied. I didn’t dare do anything else. Once I was in position I looked back to see what he was doing.

He first removed his shirt. This showed off his quite attractive abs. I couldn’t wait to feel that. He then removed his pants. He finally removed his underpants.

Um… what was that?

His cock was dark purple and veiny. Its color and appearance was disturbing enough. The bigger issue was its bigger issue. His cock seemed to be the length of my forearm. Its girth was like a tree branch. It looked disturbingly unnatural. He must have had his cock chemically enhanced, giving it an unnatural length, girth, and look.

“Cunt, look forward.”

I looked forward, with fear. Was he going to impale me with his unnatural cock?

He got behind me on the bed and thrust his member into my cunt. He went deeper, and deeper, and deeper. I felt his cock punch into my cervix. It felt like he kicked my womb. I doubled over in pain. He pulled back and thrust again. He again punched my cervix with his cock. My insides were being rearranged, and not in a fun way. My ass was still on fire. The combination was agonizing. He repeatedly thrust and pleasured himself.

I knew I needed to make him happy with my performance. I said, “oh, thank you sire, fuck me harder.” He did. After ten minutes he came into me. Once done, he pulled out and slapped my butt. I yelped from the added pain. I couldn’t help myself.

“I’m off,” he said, as he dressed.

I leaped off the bed and knelt before him. “Thank you for the opportunity to serve you, sire.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he said, as he left the room without looking back at me.

When the man left, another entered. I was still naked and on my knees. “How may I please you, sire?”

“On the bed. On your hands and knees, facing away from me.”

I complied.

The man moved behind me. He thrust his cock into my ass. GOD that hurt. I gathered my wits and said, “Thank you sire.” He pistoned into me. A few minutes later he came. He left before I had a chance to kneel and say thank you.

I was left alone for the rest of my afternoon with pain inside my ass, on my butt, and in my cunt. Every once in a while I heard screaming and crying from yet another woman being caned because of my mistake. Each time it unnerved me.

I wondered when Mark and Sven would rescue Jenny and me. I suspected Jenny would forgive me once we escaped. I hoped she would. I was trying hard to cooperate.

At dinnertime I dressed and walked out to dinner. Every woman silently greeted me with angry eyes. I clearly had no friends today. I looked for Jenny. Perhaps I could patch things up. No Jenny. I got my food. It was another joyless plate with water. I tried to sit at a table. No woman would let me sit at a table. The women seemed united in their hatred for me.

I noticed another entry into the dining area and made my way to it. It was a small glass-enclosed vestibule that led to the outside. The glass was thick. A padlocked metal bar covered the door. A flat podium with a chair behind it appeared to serve as a check-in station when this area was in use. The unused podium was a reasonable surface for my plate. I put my plate on the podium and I ate standing up. This was my first opportunity to see the outside.

There were many women outside. Every woman was nude, collared, and leashed to a man. Clearly there was a “leash law” for females. One woman was passing near the locked doorway. She was on all fours, trying to keep up with her male guardian. Her back, butt, the backs of her legs, and even the bottoms of her feet had angry red stripes. I shuddered.

I looked around at the environment. I appeared to be in a grid of nondescript rectangular buildings as far as the eye could see. Bollards surrounded each building. Fences grouped buildings together. In the distance a transparent dome enclosed it all, protecting the breathable atmosphere here from whatever was native to the planet. The grayish red sky beyond the dome was full of clouds. I had no way to even guess where in the universe I was.

Numerous streetlights kept the area well lit. Barbed wire forced people to use specific paths between buildings while providing no place to hide. Armed guards with dogs patrolled the area. Other armed guards monitored the buildings from towers. In the distance I saw some checkpoints through tall fences with more armed guards. I could see at least a hundred armed guards. It was clear there must be far more. I realized that the lights were the only electronic device I had seen anywhere in New America. I hadn’t even seen any light switches. I presumed electronic devices were here. I had no access to any.

The gender distinction outside was stark. All women were nude, collared, leashed, and subservient. All armed guards were men. Those guards were well armed. Most had a rifle, pistol, and a metal baton. The guards’ body armor gleamed. Each guard was muscled and fit. I had vague memories about the guards through Eva. I tried to recall them. Each was well trained in hand-to-hand combat, the use of guns, and military tactics. Each guard had an incentive to fight, as each guard received endless sexual favors via the status quo. Even if every woman in my building fought, we would be trivially defeated by these armed men.

No feminine revolution would take place here. A misbehaving woman here is a punished woman. Any woman with a brain would kneel and beg for forgiveness before a fight even started.

It also looked impossible to escape unaided. It appeared women could only go between buildings if they were leashed to a man. I had no way to look like a man. Even if could I dress like a man, I would have to pass muster by multiple guards. If I got past all the guards to the teleporter, a strip search would literally expose me.

I ate while quietly examining the environment. Whoever had designed this jail complex had done it thoroughly. A woman trying to escape by herself was completely fucked. I was grateful that Mark and Sven had found me. I couldn’t wait for them to free me.

As I finished my food, Uncle entered the dining area and walked to the center. He loudly declared, “Attention! Attention!”

I entered the dining area. Every woman’s attention was focused on Uncle.

“I’m sad to announce that two men were found attempting to kidnap a girl from our temple. Even worse, the girl betrayed us and voluntarily agreed to the kidnap.” He motioned. In the back were two men and a woman. The men were wearing T-shirts and jeans. The woman was nude. Each was kneeling, firmly tied, and tightly gagged. To my horror I recognized Mark and Jenny. The other man must be Sven. Six beefy guards with rifles stood watch over them.

“The men will be beheaded tonight. I’m happy to report that we’ve identified their accomplices in the beyond. We’ve also determined how they got here. We will permanently eliminate those problems. We’ve also confirmed that the location of New America is still a secret to our enemies. You have nothing to fear. You will be safe here. You will be able to continue your service to men, forever.”

The women around me clapped loudly. Several cheered. They were so happy.

When the clapping ended, Uncle continued. “These men will simply lose their lives. They are dishonorable men, but they are still men. Their punishment will be harsh but swift. Unfortunately, your sister Ji has decided to perform the ultimate betrayal. She has abandoned her vows and become a traitor. She has turned against men. She, a mere girl, has decided to disobey the men in authority over her. She will be punished appropriately. She will no longer be allowed to serve here. We will take her to the endless training building. There, she will be continuously punished for her crimes. Her punishments will be the harshest imaginable. They will continue for decades to come. It grieves me to do this to your sister. It is necessary. She must serve as a powerful example and reminder to others of what happens to traitors.”

I looked at Jenny. Her face lost all its blood. Her eyes grew into saucers. She struggled, without success. She never looked at me. She had probably chosen to forget her co-conspirators. If she had, she had tried to protect me, even though my poor performance had cost her everything.

Wing Mother Beth stood up in the dining area. She bowed to Uncle. She replied, “I know I speak for all the girls here. I am grateful to you, Uncle, for your protection. I am grateful to all the men here who protect us. Thank you, so much, for protecting us. Thank you for providing us opportunities to serve men. We are so grateful. As for this traitorous bitch here, I’m shocked by her betrayal. I agree, she needs to be severely punished. I know her punishment will be painful and will go on for decades. I’m grateful that you and the other leaders are able to make such difficult and wise choices. Thank you so much, you glorious men, on behalf of every loyal girl here.”

The women all clapped and loudly yelled their approval. They smiled, confident in their knowledge that the leaders were protecting them. I joined in the clapping. I didn’t dare stand out.

The armed guards escorted Mark, Jenny, and Sven past me to the vestibule. None of them paid any particular attention to me. There were so many questions I wanted to ask the prisoners. Would anyone still rescue me? Was there a way I could escape on my own? I didn’t dare ask. Their gags would have prevented any answers. Uncle unlocked the padlock to the outside. A guard attached a collar and leash to Jenny. One of the other armed guards entered a code into a handheld device, causing the external door to unlock. The guards prodded the prisoners forward with their rifles. Jenny and my two would-be rescuers were escorted out the door and out of my life.

Would I be caught next? I didn’t know. It was clear my escape route was lost. I could imagine a big red key labeled ‘forget conspirators’ and turn it. It wouldn’t matter. Their identities had been revealed. Mark’s command required me to turn the big red key if they knew I was trying to escape. As far as I knew, this had not happened. I felt rudderless.

I went back to my room. I couldn’t think of any way to rescue Jenny or my would-be rescuers. I didn’t know where they’d gone. I couldn’t even leave this building. I could overpower Wing Mother Beth if she was alone. I doubted she had a way to open the door. Even if I could leave this building, I would need a man willing to escort me on a leash. Otherwise the armed guards would stop me. I had no way to help Jenny or our rescuers.

I didn’t know when the next rescue might come for me. There might never be another attempt to rescue me.

I needed to prepare for the brainwashing table. I snuck the pads under my boobs and dressed in my robe. How long would I need to keep using these pads? Forever? When it was time I made my way towards the table.

When I arrived in the brainwashing table room there were three attendants. They seemed suspicious of me. All three felt the back and side of my head. They carefully inspected my ears. One man scanned my head with a metallic device. Once they were satisfied, they relaxed. The main attendant motioned for me to lie down on the table. I gave a wiggle with my ass. My ass distracted their gaze while I snuck the pads from under my boobs. As I lay down I put my hands behind my head, thrusting out my breasts while I put the pads behind my ears. I was glad my body could distract these horny men so well. I laid down on the table.

The button was pushed. I pretended to sleep. The sticky pads warmed behind my ears. I had again escaped the control of the table. Once they were done, I snuck the pads back under my breasts.

I was grateful for my tits. My bust was perfect for hiding small cargo. Jenny’s breasts hadn’t been big enough to hide her sticky pads. Maybe she’d been caught with her pads.

This was not a true victory. Yes, my mind was still my own. My body was still under the control of these evil men.

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