New World Order
Title: New World Order
Author: Leia/Camshaft22
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: NC-17
Notes: I don't own anything, not even my car. Starts with Ownership, continues with My Choice
Pairing: Laura Cadman/Alison Porter
Word count: 1,556
Prompt: Humiliation (Situational)
The world changed overnight. Things had been going so well, people were healthy, humanity was taking those first steps towards improvement once again instead of letting fear guide them and now? Now, they were getting funneled into service dormitories and getting assigned to their new place in the Atlantis regime. It was a horrible way station, filled with sobbing and desperation as the people were faced with their new reality. Each person was stripped, showered and put in scrubs. They were forced into a thin metal collar and assessed. Alison stood as the Atlantean people strolled in like it was a supermarket. Hell, to them, it probably was. She exhaled, almost hoping that she was sold. She heard what happened after the picking… and she didn’t want to play the whore. Although, if Alison were honest with herself, that was likely going to happen regardless. She forced herself not to think about it, trying to not to get upset again. After a while of standing there, being looked at, touched and generally passed over for others, a red haired Woman stopped in front of her.
“What can you do?” she asked, looking Alison over.
“Well, I was a biologist… I was working on biotechnology… but I’m not sure that matters now, considering I’m a slave and owned by the new regime.”
“Being a pet is better than being a pleasure unit. Don’t sound so bitter. That’s why no one picked you.”
Alison bit back a scoff. She hissed as The Woman started touching her, squeezing and examining her breasts.
“Your kind is so embarrassed of your forms. Why is that?”
“Social norms overriding genetic behaviors and instincts,” Alison answered, not thinking about it. Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth.
“Such an outspoken pet,” The Woman said with a smile.
Alison jumped as The Lady rubbed against her vagina. She looked at the woman, not sure what to do.
“Touchy. Sensitive as well,” The Lady said with a smirk. She grabbed Alison’s ass. “Firm ass, lovely mouth, and a lovely pair of tits. I think I’ll take you home.”
Alison looked at her and thinned her lips. “I guess that’s my only choice?”
“It’s the only good choice. I mean, you can always stay right here and be a pleasure unit. Give the Ground troops something to fuck. Otherwise they’ll get hard to hold back. You haven’t seen cruelty until you see a Ground Trooper deprived of sex.”
“Sounds frightening. Why are they like that?” Alison asked, curiosity and fear keeping her from being silent.
“It’s a combination of breeding and conditioning. They come from the lower races and we make them that way. It’s for the best. Some of your kind will probably join them once we assess them.”
Alison swallowed and shivered. “Fuck.”
“I plan on it. Follow me, pet.”
Alison followed her. She wanted to resist but she just couldn’t. Alison let them take off the thin sliver collar and looked at her new Owner.
“I’ll give you my collar when we get home,” The Woman said. “Get her ready.”
Alison nodded and flushed, embarrassed as they took off her clothing, leaving her nude. She covered herself as they took her away. Alison heard The Woman’s laughter echoing behind her and closed her eyes tightly, humiliated. They took the hair off her body, washed her and put a mark on her hand. Another pulled her aside and slipped her into an armbinder.
“You humans have developed similar sex toys that we have. At least that’s something for you.”
“They’ll make good slaves. Smart, trainable… I’m glad that Tribune Lorne was able to cure them of their sickness.”
Alison’s eyes widened as she realized that they had used David’s research. The Invaders had gotten it from her from when she tried to get someone to fund him. Her hands were dirty. Hers and David’s. The Woman came back into the room and looked at her.
“I like it. She’s beautiful like this. I might keep her like this,” The Woman said with a smirk, pinching Alison’s nipples.
“Shall I pull you along like this?”
“Please don’t,” Alison told her. “Please.”
“Well, then. You should follow me then, pet. You can call me Mistress.”
“I have to walk to your home, like this?!” Alison exclaimed.
“Absolutely. You are my property,” Mistress told her. The Mistress looked at her for a few moments. “Gag her. She has to learn her place.”
The workers grabbed a ball gag, forcing it into her mouth and strapping it tight between her lips. Alison moaned into it, shamed. She stepped forward as they walked together, nude and in front of several Atlanteans as they made remarks and congratulated her Mistress on a good eye. They entered the Mistress’ lush quarters and she was lead to a table with a collar sitting on it.
“You’re very gorgeous. And smart as well. I’ll need that mind intact. Can you do that, pet? Let me use your mind as well as your body?”
Alison looked at her and nodded quickly, not willing to risk it.
“Good girl,” Mistress told her as she picked up the posture collar and put it on Alison’s neck, forcing Alison to keep her head straight. “Bend over.”
Alison awkwardly bends over, exposing herself completely. She stands there as she shivers, frightened of what’s to come as the Mistress leaves the room. After a wait, the Mistress returns and cups Alison’s ass.
“So beautiful,” Mistress coos as she starts rubbing a strap on up and down Alison’s vagina. “And so wet too. You are human, I suppose. Who knew humans were so starved for fucking?” she taunted and thrust into Alison.
Alison moaned into the gag, hearing the wet noises as she was fucked hard. She closed her eyes as the Mistress claimed her, fucking until she got bored and Alison had come four times. The Mistress then smirked and told Alison to stay still as she was used as a table and ate off of. The Mistress then took a jar of lube and spread it on Alison’s asshole and inside her ass as she lined up the cock again and fucked her up the ass.
“You are nothing but my pet, my slave, my fuck. That’s all you are, that’s all you will be. You will entertain me, you will give me everything that I want and you will live only for me. This is your situation and I hope you get used to it. I don’t like being cruel, but I will be. You’re lesser and I am your better. Please me and you will live a life of pampering. Displease me and I will see you slowly and painfully destroyed until you’re just a shell of the woman you think you once were. Nod if you understand.”
Alison nodded.
“Good girl,” Mistress told her as she rubbed Alison’s clit and made her come again. Mistress pulled out, taking off the strap on and left the room.
Alison exhaled and let out a sob as her pussy and ass throbbed. She had to keep it together or she was dead.
Mistress returned and Alison felt the cold shock of lube on her ass again as a plug was shoved in and then felt a dildo penetrate her. She moaned as a chastity belt was attached, pushing both in deeper. Alison whimpered as Mistress hooked her fingers into the ring on her collar and walked her into the bedroom, pushing her onto the soft mattress.
“Mmm, I want to fuck you all over again. But I have an early meeting. I’ll have to cut this short for tonight.”
Alison watched as she got ready for bed, watching as the Mistress got some shackles and chained her ankles to the end of the bed.
“There. Now you can just stay here. I know how curious humans can be,” Mistress told her, covering them both up and using Alison’s body for a pillow.
Alison lay there, finally dropping to sleep, letting exhaustion claim her.
***
Mistress woke Alison by biting her nipples. She then rubbed them, watching as Alison made eye contact. “Can I untie you or do you need to stay that way?”
Alison moaned out.
“I’ll take it as untie,” Mistress said as she chuckled. She pulled Alison up and unlocked the binder, unfastened the shackles, and unfastened the gag. “How’s that?”
“Better, Mistress.”
“You may walk around the room.”
Alison nodded and sighed. “Can I… Do I have to wear this?” she asked.
“What will you do if I let you out?” Mistress asked.
“Be a good girl?” Alison guessed.
“You should be that anyway,” Mistress told her. “But alright.” She took off the belt, leaving the dildo and plug. “Don’t touch the plug.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Mistress smiled. “I like that. Anyway, I need to go.” She leaned forward and kissed Alison roughly. Alison returned it, knowing she had to go along with it either until she could figure out a way to defeat them or she just gave in. Alison hoped it would be through defeat.
FIN
Author: Leia/Camshaft22
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: NC-17
Notes: I don't own anything, not even my car. Starts with Ownership, continues with My Choice
Pairing: Laura Cadman/Alison Porter
Word count: 1,556
Prompt: Humiliation (Situational)
The world changed overnight. Things had been going so well, people were healthy, humanity was taking those first steps towards improvement once again instead of letting fear guide them and now? Now, they were getting funneled into service dormitories and getting assigned to their new place in the Atlantis regime. It was a horrible way station, filled with sobbing and desperation as the people were faced with their new reality. Each person was stripped, showered and put in scrubs. They were forced into a thin metal collar and assessed. Alison stood as the Atlantean people strolled in like it was a supermarket. Hell, to them, it probably was. She exhaled, almost hoping that she was sold. She heard what happened after the picking… and she didn’t want to play the whore. Although, if Alison were honest with herself, that was likely going to happen regardless. She forced herself not to think about it, trying to not to get upset again. After a while of standing there, being looked at, touched and generally passed over for others, a red haired Woman stopped in front of her.
“What can you do?” she asked, looking Alison over.
“Well, I was a biologist… I was working on biotechnology… but I’m not sure that matters now, considering I’m a slave and owned by the new regime.”
“Being a pet is better than being a pleasure unit. Don’t sound so bitter. That’s why no one picked you.”
Alison bit back a scoff. She hissed as The Woman started touching her, squeezing and examining her breasts.
“Your kind is so embarrassed of your forms. Why is that?”
“Social norms overriding genetic behaviors and instincts,” Alison answered, not thinking about it. Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth.
“Such an outspoken pet,” The Woman said with a smile.
Alison jumped as The Lady rubbed against her vagina. She looked at the woman, not sure what to do.
“Touchy. Sensitive as well,” The Lady said with a smirk. She grabbed Alison’s ass. “Firm ass, lovely mouth, and a lovely pair of tits. I think I’ll take you home.”
Alison looked at her and thinned her lips. “I guess that’s my only choice?”
“It’s the only good choice. I mean, you can always stay right here and be a pleasure unit. Give the Ground troops something to fuck. Otherwise they’ll get hard to hold back. You haven’t seen cruelty until you see a Ground Trooper deprived of sex.”
“Sounds frightening. Why are they like that?” Alison asked, curiosity and fear keeping her from being silent.
“It’s a combination of breeding and conditioning. They come from the lower races and we make them that way. It’s for the best. Some of your kind will probably join them once we assess them.”
Alison swallowed and shivered. “Fuck.”
“I plan on it. Follow me, pet.”
Alison followed her. She wanted to resist but she just couldn’t. Alison let them take off the thin sliver collar and looked at her new Owner.
“I’ll give you my collar when we get home,” The Woman said. “Get her ready.”
Alison nodded and flushed, embarrassed as they took off her clothing, leaving her nude. She covered herself as they took her away. Alison heard The Woman’s laughter echoing behind her and closed her eyes tightly, humiliated. They took the hair off her body, washed her and put a mark on her hand. Another pulled her aside and slipped her into an armbinder.
“You humans have developed similar sex toys that we have. At least that’s something for you.”
“They’ll make good slaves. Smart, trainable… I’m glad that Tribune Lorne was able to cure them of their sickness.”
Alison’s eyes widened as she realized that they had used David’s research. The Invaders had gotten it from her from when she tried to get someone to fund him. Her hands were dirty. Hers and David’s. The Woman came back into the room and looked at her.
“I like it. She’s beautiful like this. I might keep her like this,” The Woman said with a smirk, pinching Alison’s nipples.
“Shall I pull you along like this?”
“Please don’t,” Alison told her. “Please.”
“Well, then. You should follow me then, pet. You can call me Mistress.”
“I have to walk to your home, like this?!” Alison exclaimed.
“Absolutely. You are my property,” Mistress told her. The Mistress looked at her for a few moments. “Gag her. She has to learn her place.”
The workers grabbed a ball gag, forcing it into her mouth and strapping it tight between her lips. Alison moaned into it, shamed. She stepped forward as they walked together, nude and in front of several Atlanteans as they made remarks and congratulated her Mistress on a good eye. They entered the Mistress’ lush quarters and she was lead to a table with a collar sitting on it.
“You’re very gorgeous. And smart as well. I’ll need that mind intact. Can you do that, pet? Let me use your mind as well as your body?”
Alison looked at her and nodded quickly, not willing to risk it.
“Good girl,” Mistress told her as she picked up the posture collar and put it on Alison’s neck, forcing Alison to keep her head straight. “Bend over.”
Alison awkwardly bends over, exposing herself completely. She stands there as she shivers, frightened of what’s to come as the Mistress leaves the room. After a wait, the Mistress returns and cups Alison’s ass.
“So beautiful,” Mistress coos as she starts rubbing a strap on up and down Alison’s vagina. “And so wet too. You are human, I suppose. Who knew humans were so starved for fucking?” she taunted and thrust into Alison.
Alison moaned into the gag, hearing the wet noises as she was fucked hard. She closed her eyes as the Mistress claimed her, fucking until she got bored and Alison had come four times. The Mistress then smirked and told Alison to stay still as she was used as a table and ate off of. The Mistress then took a jar of lube and spread it on Alison’s asshole and inside her ass as she lined up the cock again and fucked her up the ass.
“You are nothing but my pet, my slave, my fuck. That’s all you are, that’s all you will be. You will entertain me, you will give me everything that I want and you will live only for me. This is your situation and I hope you get used to it. I don’t like being cruel, but I will be. You’re lesser and I am your better. Please me and you will live a life of pampering. Displease me and I will see you slowly and painfully destroyed until you’re just a shell of the woman you think you once were. Nod if you understand.”
Alison nodded.
“Good girl,” Mistress told her as she rubbed Alison’s clit and made her come again. Mistress pulled out, taking off the strap on and left the room.
Alison exhaled and let out a sob as her pussy and ass throbbed. She had to keep it together or she was dead.
Mistress returned and Alison felt the cold shock of lube on her ass again as a plug was shoved in and then felt a dildo penetrate her. She moaned as a chastity belt was attached, pushing both in deeper. Alison whimpered as Mistress hooked her fingers into the ring on her collar and walked her into the bedroom, pushing her onto the soft mattress.
“Mmm, I want to fuck you all over again. But I have an early meeting. I’ll have to cut this short for tonight.”
Alison watched as she got ready for bed, watching as the Mistress got some shackles and chained her ankles to the end of the bed.
“There. Now you can just stay here. I know how curious humans can be,” Mistress told her, covering them both up and using Alison’s body for a pillow.
Alison lay there, finally dropping to sleep, letting exhaustion claim her.
***
Mistress woke Alison by biting her nipples. She then rubbed them, watching as Alison made eye contact. “Can I untie you or do you need to stay that way?”
Alison moaned out.
“I’ll take it as untie,” Mistress said as she chuckled. She pulled Alison up and unlocked the binder, unfastened the shackles, and unfastened the gag. “How’s that?”
“Better, Mistress.”
“You may walk around the room.”
Alison nodded and sighed. “Can I… Do I have to wear this?” she asked.
“What will you do if I let you out?” Mistress asked.
“Be a good girl?” Alison guessed.
“You should be that anyway,” Mistress told her. “But alright.” She took off the belt, leaving the dildo and plug. “Don’t touch the plug.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Mistress smiled. “I like that. Anyway, I need to go.” She leaned forward and kissed Alison roughly. Alison returned it, knowing she had to go along with it either until she could figure out a way to defeat them or she just gave in. Alison hoped it would be through defeat.
FIN