Forced to Submit by Cara Layton Page B

do.”
    ---
    Dawn
broke over the expansive camp in a fiery fashion, but Davin was already awake
and particularly un-phased by the spectacle.  His sleep the night before had
been restless.  There was little that one could do to prepare for the mission
that he was about to undertake.
    A
“black-bar mission”- as it was called by the soldiers -was operated on a
volunteer-only basis.  Nobody knew for sure what exactly happened; only that
none of the volunteers ever came back.  The assignments were billed as the
saving grace for the Alliance powers: heroic missions that could lead to the
nation’s triumph, if only just one man were to succeed.
    But it
wasn’t a desire for fame or redemption that led Davin to step up to the
challenge.  He had been serving on the front lines for a long time, but he had
suffered under the effects of a nation at war for almost all of his life. 
Then, one day after coming back to his tent and kicking off the worn boots that
were barely held together, he realized that enough was enough.
    It was
time for him to do his part to end the conflict, whether he survived or not.
    Just
after breakfast in his tent, one of the captains poked his head inside and
regarded him from behind a wide pair of sunglasses.
    “It’s
time to go, soldier.”
    “Yessir,”
he stood up and absentmindedly dusted off his gray shirt, “let’s do it.”
    Davin
left behind all of his earthly possessions, however few there were, and was
deposited near enemy lines as twilight began to set in.  He was instructed to
make his way into the main city of Kabarash, where he would get as close as
possible to the enemy leader.  Once there, he had six bullets; six chances to
make the shot.
    The
dividing line between the two groups was fertile and lush, fed by the ancient
river that had flowed through the area for generations.  On each side of its
banks were ferns, trees and moss that extended as far as the eye could see. 
Davin had only heard rumors of the area before and it almost felt un-real for
him to actually be standing there; to see it with his own eyes.
    He knelt
down into a tall patch of foliage and looked across the muddy waters with a
small pair of binoculars.  There was no movement.  The air around him was
silent and still.  Not even the birds dared to enter the area anymore.
    For the
rest of the evening he stayed in position, waiting until the night fell before
beginning his trek across the icy river and up the steep bank.  His boots
slipped in the sticky mud as he trudged up the hill, trying his best to move
quietly.
    Once he
had reached the top, he went back down onto one knee and looked out over the
enemy turf with his binoculars.  Far in the distance, a glowing orb of light
over the capitol city of Kabarash shone into the black night sky.  The mere
sight made Davin’s heart race.  Few people had gone far enough to actually see
the city with their own eyes and, of those that did, none of them had ever
returned to tell the tale.
    He
lowered the binoculars down and shoved them into the small pouch that was slung
over his shoulder, contemplating what his next move should be.
    It was
then that a swift, hard blow fell on to the back of his head with a sickening
crack.  The world around him went dark almost instantly.
    ---
    Davin
awoke to a flood of icy water being thrown in his face.  He jumped up
dramatically but was kept next to the wall by the shackles that attacked his
wrists to it.
    “What
the hell?”
    Whoever
hit him had also taken the liberty of stripping him completely naked, allowing
the water to flow over him.  His large nipples instantly hardened and started
to prickle.  Small goose bumps formed everywhere that the liquid touched.  Even
the flesh covering his flaccid cock tingled.
    “Who is
there?”  He demanded.
    Near the
back corner of the barren room, a deep voice echoed out from the darkness.
    “Well,
well, well.  Look who finally decided to join us.”
    Davin
pulled on the restraints