A party and Amazon's undercover

Kaycee Greene, the Amazonian Ambassador to New Los Angeles, stood at attention before Megan Morris, the Queen of the Amazons, in the Embassy’s Royal Suite. It was very early in the morning, and the first rays of the sun were beginning to seep over the mountains off to the Eastern horizon. Despite the early hour, the Amazons were both dressed for the day in their red leather bikinis, Megan’s trimmed in gold due to her royal status.

As she stood in front of her queen, Kaycee’s eyes darted around the room. Four of the five blondes the queen had brought with her from Themyscira stood in a line facing the wall to her left, tethered to the wall by the chain leashes attached to their collars. Each stood perfectly still with her arms behind her back in a single glove, feet shoulder-width apart, and bent at the waist, their bare asses and pussies on display beneath their short satin skirts.

The fifth blonde knelt between the redheaded queen’s spread legs, gently lapping and sucking at the Amazon Queen’s pussy through the open crotch flap of her bikini bottoms, her long, gently waving hair falling down her back, and very nearly to the plush carpet-covered floor like a waterfall of golden silk. Kaycee’s eyes moved to meet her queens.

Megan smiled at her. With one hand, she softly gripped her **** girl’s hair; the other hand was on the armrest of her throne. Her fingers glided over the smooth, polished wooden paddle that rested there, as if it were a treasured pet.

“Are you and your team ready, Ambassador?” Megan asked. “The party is sure to be rife with possibilities.”

“Yes, Your Highness, we are ready. Representative Cooper’s daughter is quite beautiful; she would be a fine addition to our **** pens, or fetch a high price at market.”

Megan smiled at Kaycee. “A true Amazon, always looking at the potential value of a free woman,” she thought. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, Ambassador, but going after LeAnna Cooper, the daughter of a sitting Conclave Representative, on her eighteenth birthday no less, would draw far too much attention. I agree with your assessment, however. We will find a more subtle way to place a collar around her lovely neck. Your mission today is to keep your eyes and ears open see if you can identify any W.A.A.M. or Purist plans. If you should discover anything, report it.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Kaycee said as she bowed slightly to the Amazonian Queen.

Meanwhile, in a mansion, the heart of which had stood for centuries now, remodeled and added on to ever since the days of Spanish Colonialism, LeAnna Cooper sat upright in her bed as if she had been struck by lightning. She looked over at her alarm clock, and a predatory smile slowly slid across her face. “Finally,” she thought. She grabbed her hairbrush and began to brush out her long, light brown hair. She got out of bed and stretched before sitting on the edge of her bed. She debated changing out of her pink T-shirt and short grey shorts. As her eyes drifted back to the hairbrush, which now lay on the bed beside her, she decided against it.

She leaned back, reached across her bed to her nightstand, and pressed a small button on top of it. A few seconds later, her bedroom door slowly swung open, allowing a darkskinned **** girl with long black hair to enter the room. A soft click filled the air as she lifted her foot off a small switch in the floor that allowed her to open the door, despite her hands being locked in soft leather cuffs behind her back. She moved with the well-practiced and fluid grace of an experienced **** girl. She stopped in front of LeAnna and gracefully curtsied.

As she did, LeAnna looked at her with a predatory gaze. This was the first time she was allowed to see a **** girl as they were meant to be seen. Instead of tight-fitting pants and a top that accentuated her charms, but kept them hidden, the **** girl was dressed in a white satin half-bra with black lace trim, a matching short satin skirt, white shoes with six-inch stiletto heels, a black leather **** collar around her neck, and a white ball gag filled her mouth. The white of her outfit contrasted beautifully against her mocha-colored skin.

“Let’s see,” LeAnna said as she tapped her right index finger against her chin. “Isabella, is it?” She asked, knowing perfectly well what the **** girl’s name was. Her parents had purchased her when LeAnna was seven. The **** girl nodded. “I take it you remember that today is my eighteenth birthday?” Again, the **** girl nodded. LeAnna’s lips slowly curled back into the predatory smile. She pat her lap, and Isabella lay across the younger woman’s lap. She slid the short skirt up, grabbed the hairbrush, pressed it to Isabella’s bare cheeks, and gently rubbed the head of the hairbrush over the tender fleshy globes. “I think we’ll just skip the hand, don’t you agree?”

Isabella nodded. She didn’t want to be spanked at all, and if given the choice, she’d have chosen the younger woman’s hand. But she didn’t have a choice. She was going to be spanked by the younger woman, and she would be spanked however she wished. Without warning, the hairbrush came down on her defenseless asscheeks with a loud crack that echoed through the spacious bedroom. Isabella’s entire body jerked, her legs tensing, going straight on reflex, her head jerked back, she screamed into her gag, and tears stung her eyes.

“Fuck! That hurts!” she thought, barely hearing her own thoughts over the combined sounds of her barely muffled screams and the hairbrush meeting her tender flesh, over and over again. She began to kick her legs wildly as her muffled screams of pain filled the air. By the time LeAnna stopped, Isabella’s entire backside felt like it was on fire as she lay limply over the younger woman’s lap, sobbing with tears streaming down her face.

“There, there,” LeAnna said in a mock-soothing tone as she barely held back a laugh of pure satisfaction. “Plenty of the other **** girls will have pretty red asses by the time of my birthday party this afternoon. Now get up and kneel.” Isabella slowly rose off LeAnna’s lap and knelt in front of her younger mistress. It took all of her years of experience as a **** girl not to flinch as her ass pressed against her claves, causing a fresh wave of pain to flood through her battered cheeks. She knew well what was coming next. LeAnna stood and, in one swift motion, pulled down her shorts and panties before sitting down with her legs spread. She grabbed Isabella’s head, pulled it forward, and unbuckled the gag, letting the rubber ball fall from the **** girl’s mouth. “Nos, thank me properly or spanking your sexy ass.”

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” Isabella said through a sob before she leaned forward and began to skillfully lap at LeAnna’s neatly trimmed pussy. Her soft, warm tongue sliding over her labia with years of experience, before she pushed it slowly and deep into her pussy. She swirled her tongue, effortlessly finding every sensitive spot that sent shockwaves of pleasure through LeAnna’s body.

“God, I love being eighteen,” LeAnna moaned. Every movement of Isabella’s skilled tongue was pure bliss. The experienced **** girl moved her tongue in, out, and around her pussy constantly changing speed and direction. Each movement sent a wave of pleasure through the teen’s body, and added to the growing sense of tension she felt deep in her core, and made her body practically burn with barely contained need. “That’s it. Mmm, yeah, right there,” LeAnna moaned before hissing sharply as Isabella gently sucked on her clit, nearly sending her crashing over the edge of orgasmic bliss. “Make me cum! MAKE ME FUCKING CUM!” LeAnna commanded. Her voice came out in a shriek that sounded more like a **** plea than a command.

In response, Isabella stuck her tongue as deep as she could into LeAnna. She swirled it around yet again, this time, however, she pressed her nose against the younger woman’s clit and shook her head. The combined sensation caused LeAnna to throw her head back as she clawed at Isabella’s long, dark hair. For a brief moment, no sound escaped LeAnna’s mouth as an intense orgasm broke free like a runaway train, causing her eyes to roll back, her every muscle to spasm until she fell back onto the bed. Finally, as her back made contact with her soft mattress, she let out a shriek that sounded like a banshee’s wail and her hips bucked wildy as if they had a mind of their own.

Afterward, it took several long seconds for LeAnna to fully regain her senses. When she did, she lay panting on her bed, one hand still grasping Isabella’s dark hair as she continued to very gently lap at her pussy, acutely aware of how sensitive she would be after such an intense orgasm. “Happy birthday, Mistress LeAnna. I hope I pleased you,” she heard Isabella say before she placed a gentle kiss on her inner thigh.

“Yes, you did,” LeAnna replied as she stroked Isabella’s hair. She smiled to herself, knowing she would have a great day of tormenting her family’s **** girls.

That afternoon, Kaycee and three other Amazons moved around LeAnna’s birthday party disguised as caterers. Each of them was careful not to draw any attention to herself as she moved through the crowd, looking at the beautiful women in attendance with the eyes of experienced slavers. Kaycee’s team also included Amber, a forty-year-old Amazon with shoulder-length red hair, Rachel, an Amazon with long, curly dark hair, and Alessandra, a young brunette Amazon, only a couple of years older than LeAnna, who had ‘befriended’ LeAnna a few months ago. Kaycee stood behind the poolside bar, dressed in a white button-down shirt and black pants. She opened a fresh bottle of expensive champagne and began to fill a long line of champagne flutes.

“If I had to guess,” Amber, one of the other Amazons working undercover at the party, said as she filled her now-empty, large circular tray with flutes of champagne, “LeAnna’s had some serious fun. I don’t think I’ve seen a **** girl around without a red ass.”

“You remember what it was like turning eighteen, right?” Kaycee asked with an amused smile. “There’s plenty of potential merchandise around here.”

“Tell me about it—wealthy heiresses, movie stars, singers, and models, not to mention the birthday girl herself.”

“Speaking of, she made quite the haul today,” Kaycee said as she tilted her head towards where the presents that had already been opened were being kept.

LeAna had been gifted three **** girls, one blonde, one brunette, and one redhead, several paddles, riding crops, gags, restraints, and several sets of sexy lingerie for her to dress her **** girls in. Amber turned and began to walk, resuming her cover as a waitress for the event. She didn’t make it far before her trey was once again empty of flutes. She looked over at Rachel, who was also acting as a waitress, and then to Emily, the fourth member of their team, who carried a tray of appetizers.

The rhymic ringing of a fork against the side of a champagne flute filled the air, and everyone turned their attention to the source of the sound.

Representative Charles Cooper stood in front of the crowd with LeAnna. The Representative was dressed in a dark gray suit with a black button-down undershirt and a red tie. She wore a short black dress, barely longer than the short skirts typically worn by **** girls. Her long hair had been styled into an elegantly woven braid that circled her head like a crown, then flowed down to the center of her back. Standing near her were some of her closest friends, and among them, Alessandra. Kaycee eyed the group of young, beautiful women and pictured each of them with a collar around her neck.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you all for coming today to help me celebrate my beautiful daughter’s birthday,” Charles began, his politician’s smile turning genuine as he turned and motioned to LeAnna. “Happy Birthday, Sweetie,” he added before turning back to the crowd. “I do have one last gift to give. If you would all please turn your attention to the stables.” Once everyone had turned, the Representative whistled loudly. Not long after, the distinct clip-clop sound of horse-hooved boots could be heard before a female stable hand in a dark jacket, white undershirt, snugly-fitting khaki pants, and dark brown leather riding boots that came up to just below the woman’s knees emerged leading a stunningly beautiful blonde ponygirl.

The ponygirl was tall, standing nearly six feet tall, even without her boots. She was dressed in a black leather bondage harness, a matching head harness, with white plastic blinders, leather horse ears, a large red feather plume at the center of her forehead, and a red bit gag that filled her mouth, both of which matched the boots that adorned her feet and came up to her thighs. She was already hitched to a sulky, the arms of the sulky attached to her bondage harness near her hips, and the stable hand had a hold of the reins that were clamped to her nipples.

“Oh my God!” LeAnna shrieked in excitement as she jumped up and down, her ample breasts threatening to spill from her tiny dress. She ran over to the ponygirl and began to inspect her as she gently ran a hand down the blonde’s flank. Even from her place behind the bar, Kaycee could see LeAnna’s smile as she caught sight of the blonde ponytail that protruded from the anal plug filling the ponygirl’s toned ass.

“I take it you like her?” Charles asked over the sound of the applauding crowd.

“Daddy, she’s beautiful! Does she have a name?”

“Of course, my dear, her name is Diamond. You can thank Thorsten Condree for her; he found her for me.”

LeAnna turned, and Kaycee followed the young woman’s eyes to Thorsten Condree. She knew the **** broker well. The Amazons had used his services themselves in times when their own pens were light on inventory and they needed something special. “Shit,” she thought, trying to hide the sudden wave of dread that spread through her body like wildfire. “I hope he doesn’t recognize me. Amazonian Ambassadors are by no means wildy known public figures, but we’ve met and spoken several times. She watched with growing nerves as LeAnna profusely thanked the **** broker before returning to her new ponygirl, taking a seat in the sulky, and, after a quick lesson from the stable hand, guided the ponygirl into the meadow behind her family’s mansion as the gathered crowd watched and applauded.