A Soldier's Story

I am a good soldier but even good soldiers get captured. I did not see her and there really is no excuse for that. My only consolation is that I am not alone. Before I realized she was in front of me I felt the collar slip around my throat. I'd been told what to expect in training but nothing can prepare you for the complete loss of power. My muscles all relaxed at once and she just had time to scamper out of the way before I crumpled to the ground.

She did a little jig and whooped once or twice. Instantly I had gone from a free soldier of the Northern Republic to a slave of the Southern Matriarchy. At least I had been captured by a cute one. She was five foot four, almost a full foot shorter than myself with long brown hair done up in a bun. From what I could tell she had a nice body under her uniform.

While I was powerless she fastened my arms behind my back and used an improvised lever to roll me over. She bared the skin of my stomach and I felt the controller burrow into my flesh. A moment later it started working and my very ability to fight back and resist was gone. She had waited a safe distance until the controller began its work then she approached me.

"My you ARE a handsome one. Welcome to captivity Sargent." she said with mockery in her voice. "I am Lieutenant Raven Riley buy you will address me as Goddess. Failure to do so results in punishment. I am going to help you to your feet now."

She stood next to me as I found some of my strength returning. She pulled on my bound arms and I found my feet. You can resist in a collar somewhat but you can't fight the controller no matter your size or the depth of your training. The two together is damnation for a man.

She withdrew the remote from her uniform and told me to march towards the Matriarchy lines. Despite myself, my feet went where she ordered. A half hour later we were in the camp of women.

They greeted my capture with war whoops and cheers. I joined a surprising number of my comrades in a make shift stockade. A Major removed my dog tags and listed my name on her roll sheet. I knew that I had just joined the list of prisoners of war.

My hands were still bound and I really had to take a piss but I was ordered to stand fast until I was processed. I did not know what to expect but what I had heard was not good. An hour or so later the Lieutenant who had captured me appeared at the stockade and claimed me.

"Well Sargent John Murphy we meet again. Officers get to process their slaves personally. Rank has its privileges. By the way you are no longer Sargent Murphy. You lost your rank upon captivity and you also lost your name. I will call you Rose or something suitably feminine after I have gotten to know you a bit. As of now you are simply slave."

She led me to the processing building. The Lieutenant produced a knife and cut off my uniform. In no time I was naked. I could see that the controller had already stimulating healing, There would not even be a scar in a few days. This is where the enormity of the controller and collar hit me. Ordinarily being stripped by an attractive female like the Lieutenant would get me hard but my little solder reacted as though nothing was happening. I realized at this point that the horror stories were real. I had no ability to get hard unless permitted by my controller which was of course operated by my captor.

She freed my hands and led me to a cement floor with a drain.

"Take a piss slave. After that I will be showering you and depiliating you. I'll let you keep that cute GI hair cut but everything from the earlobes down is going to be rendered hairless. The controller affects your beard as well so your days of shaving for inspection are over. I might give you a hard on later just to demonstrate my power over you."

I relieved myself and the Lieutenant took off her uniform blouse. She had nice tits under her T shirt. I noticed that right away. A moment later I was receiving a cold shower from the hose and being scrubbed raw with a rough bristled brush. When she was satisfied that I was clean enough she gave me a pair of goggles to put on. From another hose came a dusky viscous liquid. It rapidly hardened on my flesh. After letting me sit for a few minuets she turned on the hose. Hot water this time. I was shocked to see my body hair and several layers of skin circle the drain. I'm ordinarily a rather hairy guy. I felt even more naked . There was a full length mirror off to one side. The vision of myself was a revelation. Aside from my collar I was pink and soft everywhere. It was really humiliating.

"Now slave," she spoke in a commanding voice "These are the rules. You may not speak unless spoken to. I control your life from now on everything from your fertility to your bowel movements are under my control. Failure to address me as Goddess will result in punishment. You will be kept as my domestic servant. You will be trained in how to be an officer's valet. Slaves retain nothing and must earn everything. As you have no doubt discovered and as I alluded to earlier, you will only get erections when and if I see fit. Your patriarchal, phallo-centric existence is over. Effective from the moment the controller entered your flesh you have become a eunuch. Good slaves get to jerk off on occasion, very good slaves get sucked off on occasion and outstanding slaves get to fuck their Goddesses regularly. YOU however will have to endure at least six weeks of flaccid living before you are even permitted an erection. I had thought to give you one but I think my power is better demonstrated through your chastity"

She stepped back, walked about me a few times and said. "Let me show you how powerless you are."

The officer moved a few feet back and took off her cap. She undid her long brown hair and it cascaded down her back. She unlaced and took off her boots and socks. She had lovely toes and feet. Next she pulled her T shirt over her head. Her tits looked magnificent in their bra. They looked even better when the bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. In rapid succession her uniform pants and her panties were on the floor as well. She had smooth even skin and fantastic legs. Her toned belly held a sexy navel and her bush was nicely trimmed. My dick stayed inert.

She laughed and brushed up against me she knelt before me and brought her sweet bowed lips to within millimeters of my penis. My little soldier just hung there, I was in agony both from desire and embarrassment. She laughed and said,"Your penis belongs to me and to the matriarchy for as long as you are a captive. Slaves are sometimes repatriated other wise you will grow old in this country in a neutered state. Slaves are sometimes used for procreation and often for heavy labor. Your lot will be luckier than most."

She handed me a garment that was little more than a jock strap and instructed me to put it on. She redressed . Rebound her hair. and led me from the processing building to a transport.

As she strapped me in she said. "By capturing you I have earned two months off. We will go to my quarters. I have some responsibilities as your owner. I have to clothe and feed you and keep you in good health. I hope for your sake that you are a good learner. If you can become a good valet I will make use of you often but it will ALWAYS be on my terms and under MY control. Officer's valets get very nice uniforms. If you can be trained you will be responsible for maintaining my wardrobe, dressing me, undressing me and bathing me. I'm sure you will enjoy that even if you can't do anything about it. In fact it might be a delicious form of torture. Would you like to be my valet slave?"

For the first time since becoming a prisoner I found my voice. "Yes Goddess I would."

The transport began rolling towards its destination and I realized that I was in for the adventure of my life.