Subgirl: The BnG Agent

The black-clad Boundrian Government (BnG) operative looked the girl strapped to the table up and down. "So you thought you could infiltrate a Boundrian Government building and no one would notice, did you?" she asked.

The girl made no response aside from a ragged, uncomprehending moan as another droplet of drool escaped around the ballgag and started to slowly make its way down her cheek. The sedative in the IV was doing it's job. "Hmmmph, and I thought you Subgirls were supposed to be clever. Still, it's not every day we capture one of you lot, so as commandant of this facility I'm going to personally take you in hand. Once I have broken you and assured your submission you will be turned over to a placement facility for reintegration into society as what you are: a slave. Until then, however, you belong to me."

The Subgirl on the table moaned again. She could hear everything the commandant said, she was just unable to respond. She wanted to scream in terror, to curse the BnG, to take the agent's tranq pistol and shoot her until every dart was expended, but the potent muscle relaxant they had her on kept her completely docile. She knew that unless they made some kind of mistake that her chances of escape or rescue were non-existent, and the commandant didn't look like the kind of woman who made mistakes.

"You are to leave my new plaything strapped to the table for precisely 20 minutes after I give her this injection," the commandant said, turning to an orderly. "Then she is to be securely bound and brought to my private quarters. You are also to deliver a full restraint kit, complete with anesthetics."

"Yes, commandant," the orderly said. "Shall I undress her?"

"No," the commandant responded, "I'll handle that little task, myself," she said, turning and placing a hand on the captive's tummy as she jabbed the needle in the girl's thigh and depressed the plunger.

"See you in half an hour, luv," the commandant said to the groggy heroine, giving her a long, lascivious look up and down. "I hope you take a long time to tame," she said as she turned on a heel and marched out.

The Subgirl's first thought was "You'll never break me!" as she watched the operative saunter away, but before her mind could even process the thought she found herself drifting into a warm cocoon filled with pleasant memories of her lifetime as a slavegirl. Her days as a Subgirl were over.