The Captain who led me away was Maize Holland. She said that she had a surprise for me. She led me to her transport and had me drive her to the airport. She had a small bag with her we boarded a transport for the southern coast. On the way the Captain told me that were on the way to Shangrila a beach resort which had a reputation of being the place to go to make a baby. My Lieutenant had talked about the place often.
When I arrived I discovered it just as it had been described. The beautiful southern sea and acres of white sand. Atop a hillock were rows of cottages with private cabins. The beach was strictly nudist. Because I was fertile I had to wear a red belt about my waist. Because I was a valet I had to wear a purple ribbon below my collar. There were a variety of slaves here, Since it was a civilian resort there were all types of women there as well.
The Captain introduced us to the couple in the cabin next to ours. She was a tall snd stunning strawberry blonde artist who had brought one of her male model slaves for a week of fun in the sun. Her name was Orchid Hall. I noticed that her slave was not wearing a red belt so this was just a pleasure trip for the Goddess in the relationship. While our Goddesses were chatting I got a chance to talk to the slave. He was the first civilian slave I had met face to face since my capture. Well at least the first I had an opportunity to talk to any way. His name was Iris, before that he was Phillip Thatcher, unlike most slaves, he had never been a soldier. He had been an engineer working with a crew on a project near the border. Through an oversight the army had failed to protect him. As a former soldier I felt bad because the army had clearly failed in a very basic duty by letting this man and his crew end up here.
Since his capture he had been put to work on construction projects and had redesigned the drainage system of a botanical gardens in the city of Charlotte. It was there that the artist had discovered him. She saw him working with his shirt off amongst the plants and had asked for permission to sketch him. She came back every day for a week. The next thing Iris knew he was informed that the government had sold him to Orchid for an undisclosed price. Apparently she was one of the most famous artists in all of the matriarchy. My captain seemed honored to meet her, I briefly recalled that I had seen her work myself. She specialized in nudes of slaves in poses of supplication or just after capture. It irritated slaves but the Goddesses loved it.
Captain Maize Holland and I spent two weeks either ensconced in our cabin or at the beach lazing and making love in the sun. For meals we walked to the string of restaurants just beyond the cabins. I was naked the whole time. The captain put a wrap on to dine or to peruse the small gift shops but other than that she exposed her spectacular body. I have a preference for brunettes but the captain really turned me on. She was in charge of the conditioning of officers and enlisted soldiers for her base, As a result she was in remarkable shape. I had to admit that her body was even better than my own lieutenant Raven Riley's. She took to procreation as if it were an exercise regimen. I was required to perform at least six times a day. The captain checked her pregnancy detector often. Eleven days into our vacation the captain had a smile of elation on her face.
"Congratulations, Petunia, You're going to be a father! In honor of your name beginning with a p I am going to name her "Petal."
Then she approached me and said, "Your hard work is done so I am going to let you relax for the next three days. More than that when we are in this cabin I will wait on you had and foot. But you must NOT tell anyone that!"
That night we played a game that I thought was pure B.S. When I heard it making the rounds of Valet school but here it was before my eyes.
The Captain put on her uniform then withdrew from a hidden compartment in her luggage another uniform. It was large enough for me. There were no boots but everything else was there.
"Let's pretend that you are a northern soldier and that I have wondered into your territory and you captured me."
It can't be common knowledge in the south but up north in the Republic this very scenario is the fabric of just about ever jacking movie ever made there. In Northern fiction there is the myth of the woman who enters slavery willingly looking to get screwed by every soldier she can find. Every Northern boy grows up on those stories but realizes once they turn sixteen or so that such women don't really exist. Men and women both north and south hate slavery yet here I was, with a cliche come to life.
It felt great to wear a uniform again even if it was and out sized matriarchy one. The captain was really prepared for this fantasy, she even brought along a costume collar! She left the cabin for a moment while I turned the lights off and hid myself inside.
The captain entered the cabin and began walking through it. I had hidden myself under the couch. I was on her quickly. With much less force than I would have in reality because of the baby I tackled her and slid the collar around her neck. I pretended to place a controller and then tied her hands behind her back.
She pretended to cry and moaned piteously. I pretended to pump her for intelligence then I led her to the bathroom, untied her hands and stripped her like a Northern captor would. Despite all the fucking we had done, I could not help but notice that the Captain was wetter during this scenario than she was in any of the previous eleven days.
I gave her a bath and pretended to shave her. Then I fucked her every way imaginable. It would not be an understatement to say that I really got into this fantasy as well. For the final three days, whenever we were in the cabin, the captain wore the phony collar and called me Master. She waited on me as though I were one. It was thoroughly wonderful.
The captain hummed to herself as we drove back from the airport to my Lieutenant's quarters. She had a very contented smile upon her face.
"You are very gifted Petunia. You are going to be in high demand as a stud. Technically it is against regulations but I will try to find a way to send you a picture of our daughter. In two years I intend to have another I doubt that any of the studs that are available then will be half as talented as you. Of course if you are still available ..."
Neither of us were prepared to meet General Constance Lapper when we opened the door.
Instantly we both saluted. There was also a well dressed civilian military employee in the room.
"Constance ... I mean general. What a surprise it is meeting you here."
"Hello Maize, unfortunately this is not a social call. We have bad news for Petunia."
The General turned to me and said, "There is no way to sugarcoat this or make it any easier. Shortly after you left with the captain here to preform your stud duties First Lieutenant Raven Riley along with most of her squad was captured by Northern Republic raiders. She's been enslaved Petunia. I know this is heart breaking for you. This woman is Anna Yin, she is a grief counselor who specializes in slave and enslavement issues. She is here to help you through the process of grieving."
Anna Yin was a petite Asian woman who was quite beautiful. She was wearing a smart blue dress with a civilian/ military ID badge.
"We know you were attached to your Goddess," She stated. "This is always a sad occasion. Lieutenant Riley's next of kin wanted you to have this." She presented me with one of my Goddess's dog tags. That hit me like a ton of bricks.
Anna Yin embraced me and offered ne her lips.
"I am here for you Petunia. I will walk you through the next few days."
General Lapper seemed annoyed by Ann Yin's actions and spoke. "Under ordinary conditions Petunia, you would be sold to the highest bidder. It is a very exhausting and humiliating experience but I think we can short circuit that process in your case. I have purchased you on behalf of my daughter, Juniper, she is a captain and has just been transferred here to Fort Hera. I had nothing to do with that but I have decided to take advantage of this situation. She is 26 years old and, if I do say so myself, quite beautiful. I don't expect her to replace the Lieutenant in your heart but I do think that you will build up an affection for her. I have sung your praises to her and to be honest, with she and I on the same base, I will have access to you as well. She will be arriving in five days. Until that time Ms Yin will be responsible for you"
Anna Yin brought out some mellow wine and some cheeses. Captain Holland excused herself and the General and I reminisced about my former Goddess as Anna Yin steered the conversation. Hours later the General left. Anna gave me a blow job and then helped me pack. I was entitled to keep my clothing and a few personal effects. Anna knew exactly what I was permitted to keep. My new owner could make me give them up but Anna said, that hardly ever happened.
Since I could no longer stay in Lieutenant Riley's quarters Anna took me off base to a hotel. She held authority over me and wielded my controller. She encouraged me to talk about my life when I was free and my life under "Goddess Riley." I did not like the thought of her collared and controlled but that was how the north and south operated. By now she was owned and was being used regularly by a Northern officer. Anna was very attentive. She gave me a bath, massaged me and jerked me off all the while playing soothing music and talking to me gently. There really was something to what Anna was doing because I felt much better a few days later. I wondered about the General's daughter. It turned out that general Lapper was older than she looked. Since the General looked so good now I could only imagine what a youthful version of her looked like.
