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The True Order Processing

The True Order Processing

by tiedupinthecellar
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PROCESSING

I clutch the little booklet tightly as the screams grow louder the closer I came to the table.

Sunlight streams through the windows set high above the gym floor, falling upon the long lines of women from the town. I recognize many of them, some I had graduated with, others owned shops and stores and farms. All of us unmarried.

Most of the men walking in between us wear face shields, hiding their identity. Their uniforms are new, crisp, dark red and marked with the signs of the new government. They held their weapons loosely, eyes hidden behind black lenses. I wonder if I knew any of them, the True Order's draft had been voracious.

'You can't do this, you can't!'

I glance upward. Ms. Sandra was being dragged away by two guards.

'The old cow has some big udders, she should understand what she is,' one of the guards says.

His companion shrugs, 'I guess she will be going for re-education. Hey, eyes down whore!'

I quickly drop my gaze as we shuffle forward.

Around me I can hear soft crying, whimpering, prayers whispered softly and repeatedly. Loud nasty laughter comes from the guards as the screams grow more shrill and the pleading more desperate. Despite this, something in me giggles, aroused at the thought of being treated like this.

My turn comes, I step up to the table and an older man sits there. His aide leers at me.

'Pull your shirt and bra up whore,' his smile is ugly as he comes around the table. I've seen what disobedience brings, I quickly do as I am instructed, my hands grabbing the bottom of my shirt and I slide it up, catching the cups of my bra. My breasts fall out and the aide laughs, my face red with both shame and something else that is enjoying this.

He grabs my tits and squeezes hard. I grit my teeth in pain. 'You got some great tits slut. You and I are going to go fuck.'

'Wait,' I stammer, 'I have this.'

I hand the booklet to the older man. He seems disinterested in all this as he looks at the document.

'Let her go,' he says, checking the booklet against a list of names. 'She has a work permit.'

The aide spits in my face, a thick hot gob of phlegm, angry at not getting his way. 'Fine. Watch yourself cumrag, you fuck up once and I own your ass.'

I am handed my permit and I rush out of the gym, confused and conflicted, feeling relief that I was able to leave and shame at how I liked the pain, that man's spit still hot on face almost a badge of honor. I don't even bother to pull down my shirt, lost in my thoughts.

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I barely have the spit wiped off as I pass an open door and a hand reaches out, the grip savage and steel strong, dragging me into a darkened room. I can only let out a shrill cry as I am tossed to the floor.

The door slams shut, a single light bulb illuminating a dirty, windowless little room of cleaning supplies, with a rickety wooden chair and a desk that would have been old in the 1950s, shoved against the wall. I come to my hands and knees on the grimy concrete floor, holding up the little booklet.

'I have my permit,' I wave it absurdly like a cross before a vampire. My eyes slowly adjust as I hear a cruel bark of laughter.

'Who fucking cares,' he jerks the little booklet from my hand and tosses it to the side, his boots clicking on the floor as he circles me. Too scared to look up, I hear him unbuckle his chin strap and his helmet hits the floor with a sharp report. I cringe and shrink back, finally glancing up at him.

It takes a moment, the light is so dim but I recognize him. His face is sharp angles, harsh and eyes full of hatred. I know him and that his son now serves on the Korean Front.

'Mr. Dane?'

He reaches down, his gloved fingers entangling with my long black hair as he savagely pulls my head up, bringing me off my hands and wholly on my knees. I yelp in pain as he smiles.

'So glad you remember cocktease.'

I know better than to fight back, The True Order has harsh penalties for any women that does anything but submit. But, I realize I don't want to fight back, this is how it is now and I want to submit.

'I am a cocktease,' I whisper, licking my lips and looking up at him.

He laughs again, his free hand unzipping his pants.

'Of course you are a cocktease. I always saw you hanging around, wearing those small skirts that showed off your cute little ass and long legs and you wore those stupid tight t-shirts.'

Before he has gotten himself out, he stops and reaches down, harshly cupping my breasts, digging into the soft flesh before clamping down on my nipple with thumb and forefinger. I groan, humiliated that my nipples are now hard and erect and how much I really want this.

'I knew you were a whore,' he lets go and finishes pulling his cock out.

His isn't very long but he is thick, 'Beg to suck it, slut.'

'Please let me suck it.'

I barely have my mouth open as he pushes his cock past my lips and manages to hit the back of my throat. I gag loudly as he slides in and out, a hot piece of meat across my wet tongue.

His breathing is hard and ragged as his hips slam hard into my face. I can feel my drool around his cock and past my lips, a wet torrent down my chin and soaking my shirt. I gag again as he pushes hard and I start to feel woozy from barely being able to breath.

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Please cum already, my mind screams but he keeps pumping. The noises in the room are now his grunting and the sounds of him slapping against my face. I gurgle and gag, inarticulate cries reducing me from a person to a thing.

Suddenly, his cock is out of my mouth and I gasp a fresh breath of air. His dick bobs just inches from my face, wet and glistening. He slaps it against my face before jerking me up and dragging me to the chair and desk.

I grunt as he bends me over the chair, my face and chest pushed flat against the cold metal as the top of the chair digs into my stomach. I can feel his hands find the top of my pants and jerk them down, tearing them as also pulls my panties to the side.

'You do have a sweet ass. Tell me you deserve to be spanked for being a naughty whore.'

I almost choke on the words, 'I'm a dirty whore, spank me.'

Again his laughter and I yelp in pain, the room loud with the sound of his hand smacking across my bottom. Again he spanks me before kicking my ankles apart.

I brace myself as I feel his hands dig into my sides, how cock pushing into me. I grunt as he slides all the way in.

'Fuck, you have a pussy like velvet,' he says as he starts to work. 'And it's so wet, you filthy whore.'

I'm glad he can't see the shame on my face as he works back and forth, the slick sound of a cock working wet and hot. His hips slap hard against my ass, getting faster and faster, as his thick rod works my wet pussy.

He pulls out, grabbing my hair, jerking me upright before forcing me again to my knees.

'I'm finishing in your dumb mouth,' he says before slamming his cock back down my throat.

Luckily, he is close to ready, I can feel his body shake and his dick quiver.

He growls in ecstasy and something hot and sticky splashes in my mouth and against the back of my throat. He jerks me away as I try to catch my breath. He lets go and I sway on my knees. My spit and his sperm leaking down my chin.

'That was fun little whore,' he laughs, catching his breath as he tucks his cock back into his pants. 'The True Order thanks you for your service.'

He kicks my work permit back to me as I pull my shirt down and wipe my face as best as I can.

He opens the door and starts to walk out. 'You better get to work slut. Oh, and I will be visiting to make sure you don't fail The Order. Maybe I'll bring some of my fiends.'

His laughter rings down the hallway as I stagger to my feet, desperately hoping he does come by and that he does bring friends.

Hail the True Order.

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