Theirs to Command

138 Pages·2021·0.24 MB·english

by  Ivy Barrett

THEIRS TO COMMAND
IVY BARRETT
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Afterword
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C HA PT E R 1
“T
here has been some sort of a mistake,” Marissa Scott cried, precariously close to tears. She
tugged against the hold of the guards flanking her, but they barely noticed her resistance. She sucked in
a deep breath and tried not to sound so pathetic. “You need to release me. I am not a lottery girl.”
“Was your number chosen last night?” the smirking guard asked. There were two of the massive
Kobar males, but only this one was bold enough to speak to her. The other just leered down at her
lustfully. He might not speak English, but somehow she didn’t think so. They’d showed up at her
house forty-five minutes ago and dragged her away at gunpoint. She’d been flown to Sector Eight’s
Processing Center despite her continual protestations. The guards checked her in at the front desk then
escorted her down one corridor after another. The farther they walked, the more panicked Marissa
became.
“My number was called,” she admitted, “but that is the mistake. I am supposed to be exempt from the
process.”
“Why?” Mr. Talkative challenged without looking at her. “Is there something wrong with you?”
His sarcasm was even more exasperating than his inappropriate humor. “My grandfather commands
the largest human military. It is a courtesy to him.” Actually, her grandfather had been forced into
retirement recently. Fear tingled down her spine, so she combated it with anger. Were the Kobar
continuing to humiliate her grandfather by abusing her? What kind of useless cowards made war on
women?
“If your number was chosen, there has been no mistake,” the guard said emphatically.
“Congratulations. You won the lottery.”
This was typical Kobar behavior. They were ruthless conquerors determined to transform Earth into
New Kobar. Humans were an annoyance, an impediment slowing the progress toward their ultimate
goal. The only exception was young, healthy females. The predominantly male warriors had
predictable uses for them, sexual service and reproduction. Marissa shuddered. The thought of being
fucked by a Kobar was repulsive.
They reached a nondescript door and the silent guard pushed it open.
Marissa dug in her heels. This was clearly some sort of medical exam room, and there was no way in
hell she was subjecting herself to that. As before, her objections meant nothing. The guards dragged
her fully into the room and held her there.
An adjacent door slid open and a third Kobar male entered. He was dressed in a uniform similar to
the guards’, except his gray shirt was edged in dark green rather than blue. “I am Senior Physician
Isortis. You will not be harmed, but you will submit to this examination.” He finally looked up from
the flat device balanced on his palm. Like many of the Kobar, he had caramel-colored skin and bright
amber eyes. His gaze bored into hers with open hostility. His long tawny hair had been styled in a
simple braid, and his features were strong without being brutish. Despite the Kobar’s ruthlessness,
most humans found them esthetically pleasing. At this moment, Marissa didn’t understand why.
“Disrobe and get on the table,” the doctor ordered in the same autocratic tone.
“I’m not taking off my clothes for you or anyone,” she said firmly. “I need to call my—”
The newcomer motioned toward the guards and they lunged for her. She twisted and screamed, but the
guards held her firmly while the ‘doctor’ casually pulled off her shirt and unfastened her bra. She
clamped her upper arms to her sides, holding the bra in place but that basically immobilized her
hands.
“Stop this immediately or you’ll hear from my lawyer!”
He ignored her and bent to take off her shoes and socks. Easily dodging her kicking feet, he unzipped
her pants and dragged them down then off.
Marissa’s indignation gave way to fear and disbelief as more and more of her skin was revealed.
“You need to stop,” she cried. “I did not agree to any of—”
“Are all humans such liars?” The doctor’s voice snapped with obvious disdain. “Your signature is on
a contract detailing this process and the services you will provide. Why are you surprised by any of
this?” He yanked her bra away from her breasts, then bent and dragged down her panties.
Paralyzed by humiliation and dread, she pressed her thighs together and stared past her tormentor. He
could see everything now, and so could the guards. Dear God, it didn’t matter what she said or who
she knew, these alien beasts would not stop.
No! She refused to believe it. There had to be laws against this sort of treatment, some sort of
recourse she could take. Helplessness crashed over her in a daunting wave. That might have been true
once, but not anymore. Humans were no longer the dominant species on Earth. They were occupied,
conquered, subjugated by the despicable Kobar Empire.
“Put her on the table,” the doctor instructed the guards.
She was lifted to the padded surface and held there with wide straps. Being naked in front of
strangers was horrifying enough, but what bothered her most was their utter disregard for her feelings.
Tears gathered in her eyes and she frantically blinked them back. She would not give them the
satisfaction of seeing her cry. She kept her thighs pressed together and stared at the ceiling, trying
desperately to block out her surroundings.
The rest was mercifully short and impersonal. The doctor activated a series of scans, conducted a
visual and noninvasive physical examination, then pressed an injector against the side of her neck. It
hissed and burned for a second as he paused to enter notations into his handheld device.
“What was that? What did you just shoot into my bloodstream?” Without asking her permission, no
less.
“According to your file, you have had minimal interaction with the Kobar. I injected you with nanites
that will eradicate any microorganisms in your body that are harmful to my people. It will also boost
your immune system so your masters don’t make you sick.”
“No injection will prevent that,” she muttered under her breath, but the doctor ignored her.
Once he’d finished with the notations, he took a different device and inserted something under the skin
on the inside of her arm.
“And what the hell was that?” she demanded.
“Locator chip. For the next year, you are the property of the Kobar Empire.” His cold amber gaze
locked with hers. “Don’t bother running away. The chip burrows through your muscle and attaches
itself to the bone, so don’t attempt to remove it. You will cut open your arm for no reason.” He looked
at the talkative guard and said, “I am finished. Escort her to station two.”
Dr. Jackass left before the guards released her from the table, but she immediately climbed down and
looked around. “Where are my clothes?”
“Destroyed,” the guard said dismissively. “You will wear whatever you are given from now on.”
That turned out to be a knee-length terrycloth robe, but Marissa was glad to have it.
Station two didn’t look that different than the medical exam room. There was a padded table, inset
cabinets, and all sorts of equipment Marissa didn’t recognize. A stone-faced human woman arrived
much as the doctor had. “I’m going to remove your body hair,” the woman told her in a calm, cool
voice. “Please, sit on the end of the table.”
Marissa had been contemplating laser treatments anyway, so she didn’t object—at first. She climbed
onto the table, careful to keep her legs pressed together and the robe closed. The guards had already
seen her body, but they didn’t deserve another peep show.
The procedure was painless and quick, but once the woman had finished with her legs and underarms,
she tried to open Marissa’s legs. “I don’t want all of my hair gone. I’ll look like a freaking porn star.”
The woman shot her an impatient look. “The Kobar find body hair of any kind repulsive. Lottery girls
must conform to their standards.”
“But I’m not a lottery girl, not really. This is a misunderstanding. My grandparents are working right
now to straighten it all out.” This was the sixth time she had attempted the explanation, and it was no
more effective this time than the others.
Without bothering with a reply, the woman motioned the guards forward. Marissa knew it was futile,
but she couldn’t make herself surrender. She fought, twisting and bucking as the guards once again
secured her to a padded table. This time her arms and legs were strapped down separately and a
sharp verbal command set the table in motion. The bottom section split, dividing into three equal
parts. The middle portion retracted as the other two moved farther and farther apart. When her legs
were open wide, the supports lifted in the middle, bending her knees.
“Stop it!” Marissa shouted. “I will not tolerate this abuse. If you do not cease this moment, the next
person you hear from will be my attorney.”
The woman paused and glared down at Marissa. “I try very hard to be professional, but I think you
need to hear this. People like your grandparents are more than happy to make laws and policies, but
they always protect themselves and those they love from the sacrifices they demand of others. The
exemptions were never fair, and SC Byrne righted a wrong when he abolished them. Other lottery
girls are being processed even as we speak. Civil Service is a privilege, an honor, or hadn’t you
heard?” As the sarcasm of her last sentence sank deeper, the woman untied the belt on Marissa’s robe
and casually flipped open the sides.
Furious and humiliated, Marissa tugged against her bonds. It was futile, of course, but she couldn’t
just lie there and passively accept what was happening to her. Each of her agitated movements made
her breasts jiggle, accenting the fact that she was naked and helpless. Worse, the obscene table
offered the guards an unobstructed view of her pussy. The woman worked with silent efficiency and
soon Marissa was smooth from the neck down.
“You’re human,” Marissa cried. “How can you betray your own people like this?”
The woman set the hair removal device aside and moved up toward the head of the table. “You have
been treated with respect and professionalism because I supervise this facility. When the Civil
Service programs began, lottery girls were routinely ‘sampled’ long before they reached their
masters. My daughter was drafted during year one, and she was so traumatized by the time she
reached her masters that they contacted me and nullified her contract. When I reported her abuse to
Sector Leader Eight, his solution was rather creative. He told me he would prevent my daughter from
being reassigned if I would take over the processing center. He gave me the authority to create real
change, and I have been here ever since. Have you been touched inappropriately or raped during your
induction process?”
Begrudgingly, Marissa shook her head.
“The guards are enjoying looking at you, but because of me, they cannot touch you in any sexual way.”
She paused a moment to let the importance of that sink in then went back to her tasks.
Marissa lay silent and still as the woman applied a cool cream to every inch of her now smooth body.
She squirmed and muttered pointless protests as the stranger’s hands glided over her breasts, pausing
to massage the cream into her nipples. She looked at the guards and a fresh rush of shame cascaded
through her. They stared boldly, lustfully at her nakedness displayed before them so completely. The
woman slipped one hand between Marissa’s thighs and rubbed the cream over her mound and folds.
The touch wasn’t sexual, but being helpless and on display was doing strange and unwelcome things
to her senses. One of the guards licked his lips. The other adjusted the front of his pants.
Marissa’s nipples hardened and her inner muscles clenched. She couldn’t explain the odd reaction,
but she definitely felt restless and achy. She twisted away from the unwanted touch with a cry of
frustration. Never before had she been touched without her permission, much less in such intimate
places.
When the woman finally stopped, Marissa thought the worst was over. Instead, the woman set down
the cream and picked up a smaller jar. Without warning or explanation, the woman smeared some sort
of gelatinous goo all over Marissa’s nipples.
“What is that?” she cried as her nipples began to tingle. The woman ignored her and moved between
her legs. Utilizing the same casual efficiency with which she had done everything, the woman parted
Marissa’s folds and applied the gel to her clit. Her nipples were burning and her clit began to sting.
“Oh, my God, what is that shit?” She twisted and bucked, refusing to think about the sensations
ricocheting through her lower body. It hurt, for God’s sake. So why was she getting wet?
Gradually the pain subsided, leaving her feeling empty and hot. Through it all the woman just stood
there silently. Confused and feeling battered, Marissa didn’t struggle when the guards flattened out the
table then turned her over onto her stomach. Her legs were no longer splayed obscenely and they
hadn’t bothered with restraints. She released a sigh of relief, thinking the torture was over.
Then the woman flipped up Marissa’s robe and casually pulled her bottom cheeks apart.
“Wait! What the hell do you think—” The goo was smeared over her puckered back entrance before
she could finish the objection. “Why are you doing this?” she wailed, torn between fury and self-pity.
The guards held her down as her bottom hole twitched and tingled, making her squirm and groan. It
felt strange, slightly naughty, but mostly just wrong. The sensations gradually intensified and she
clenched her butt cheeks hard. “You twisted bitch! What in God’s name is that?”
“I’m not allowed to tell you,” the woman finally admitted. “Your masters will demonstrate.”
No one stopped Marissa when she sat up and snapped the robe closed, so she climbed down from the
table and tightened the belt. This had been the most horrific experience of her life. It hadn’t mattered
what she wanted, what she demanded. They didn’t care about her feelings or her rights as an
American. She had never been in a situation before where she had no control. Is this what she had to
look forward to for the next year? No wonder they chipped lottery girls. Doubtlessly they all ran
away in the beginning. Who would put up with this?
Well, she wouldn’t have to for much longer. Her grandfather was Admiral Lenard Scott of the Unified
Military. He would—he wasn’t an admiral any longer. The wretched Kobar had forced him to retire
and confiscated his sprawling estate. They had humiliated him just like they were humiliating her. But
surely there was someone left in his network of powerful friends with the authority to stop this.
Disquieted by her thoughts, Marissa sat passively while her teeth were polished, and her fingernails
and toenails were trimmed. Echoes of her body’s reaction plagued her memory. Why had being bound
and helpless been so damn arousing? She couldn’t explain it. Nothing like that had ever happened
before.
Once the perverse spa treatment concluded, Marissa was led to a small, windowless room. “You will
wait here,” the talkative guard told her then both left.
Okay, was that good or bad? The guards had remained with her through everything else. Not sure how
to interpret the development, she looking around again. Four bare walls, one door, a table with two