Allesandra

Allesandra strained against the stocks, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Once again, she had been denied release. The **** girl behind her had pushed her right to the edge, but now ignored her pussy. Instead, she gently licked her inner thighs, keeping her frustratingly stimulated, even as her body slowly backed away from the orgasmic edge.

One of the two men overseeing her torment held up a salve collar. “Would you like this yet?” he asked, his tone joyful at the prospect of enslaving a woman, much less an Amazon. “Blink once for yes, twice for no.”

Allesandra’s eyes fluttered open as she growled into the ball gag that filled her mouth. Her gaze locked onto the collar. She blinked twice quickly and deliberately. “Uck roo!” she screamed into her gag.

The man shrugged in amusement, “Have it your way.” He turned to the other man, “Hey, Justin, let’s use a fresh tongue for a bit.” He pointed to the beautiful African-American **** girl Justin had brought in from the on-site **** pen.

Justin looked down at the kneeling **** girl, a smile pulling at his lips. “A fine idea, Kenton. How about it, would you like to tease that Amazon until she wants to be a pretty **** girl too?”

The **** girl nodded eagerly. Justin laughed as he gave a gentle tug on her leash and led her over to Allesandra.

Meanwhile, Kenton pulled Melissa’s head back, inserted a ball gag into her mouth, and led her to one of the rings mounted on the walls around the room. As soon as he tethered her leash to it, Melissa assumed the position: feet shoulder-width apart, bent over, her short skirt riding up to expose her.

Justin jerked downward on the African-American **** girl’s leash, giving her the silent command to kneel behind Allesandra. “Remember, Shari, she doesn’t get to cum until she accepts her collar.” He removed the now kneeling **** girl’s gag. As soon as the large black rubber ball was out of her mouth, the **** girl leaned forward.

Allesandra’s heart raced when she felt the **** girl’s warm breath on her pussy. “Remember, he doesn’t know how close I am. Maybe she’ll fuck up and make me cum,” she thought hopefully. Why should she care if the **** girl is punished?

Both Justin and Kenton laughed when Allesandra let out a muffled wail of desperation. Shari had not begun licking her pussy as she had hoped. Instead, the beautiful **** traced her tongue along her inner thighs. “Shari is a very well-trained **** girl. She knows how to read a woman and tell when she’s close.” Kenton crouched so he was eye-to-eye with the **** slaver. “Her tongue won’t touch your pussy until she’s sure you won’t cum on contact, and we won’t be cumming until you wear that.” He pointed to the collar Justin still held. His tone wasn’t cold or emotionless. It was even and measured; his statement was simply a matter-of-fact. That terrified Allesandra more than anything.

“How many times do you think we’ll have to have these two swap places?” Justin asked with an eager smile. He motioned with his hand between Melissa and Shari.

“Who knows?”

The two men stood and watched with disinterest as Shari continued to tease Allesandra. They discussed the weather, the three-game series between the Dodgers and the Angels that would begin that night. They talked about anything and everything except for her and the torment they **** on her. They were treating her like an object, not a person. Anger swelled in Allesandra; the fact that she had done this countless times to the women she had enslaved was completely lost on her.

“Looks like she finally calmed down,” Kenton said when Allesandra gasped, and her body jerked. Shari’s tongue had finally touched her pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through the Amazon’s body. Just hours before, she would have praised a **** girl with such a talented tongue.

Where Melissa had moved her tongue along Allesandra’s Labia and occasionally slipped inside her wet folds, Shari moved the top of her tongue in slow circles directly over the Amazon’s throbbing clit. The Amazon’s muffled moans grew louder and more **** as the men continued their conversation. “No! No! Please, no!” Alessandra thought as she teetered on the edge of release, and Shari removed her tongue from the **** Amazon’s clit only to begin licking her inner thighs again.

Twenty agonizing minutes later, Alessandra finally felt the **** girl’s tongue on her clit again. This was short-lived, however, Kenton soon pulled Shari away and had her trade places with Melissa. As soon as the gag was removed from Melissa’s mouth, she began to trace her tongue over the Amazon’s labia once again. Melissa’s slow burn technique and Shari’s more direct one created an exquisite contrast of styles that was just as torturous as the orgasm denial had become.

Tears stung in Allesandra’s eyes, and her legs began to quiver as her pleasure began to slowly build. “Had enough yet?” Justin held the simple black leather collar that would mark her as a **** girl for the rest of her life should it be placed around her neck. “Blink once, and you just might get to cum.”

Allesandra knew what her options were. Resist, and her torment would continue, or accept a **** collar. She also knew that her only true option was to become a **** girl who existed only for the purpose of providing others with pleasure. A single tear slowly rolled down her cheek as she gave one slow blink, resigning herself to the fate she had pushed on countless other women.

Both men let out triumphant hoots. Kenton pulled Melissa away and put the ball gag back in her mouth. “Let’s have these two switch positions, so she can thank her new friends for helping her realize she’s better off with a collar.

“Great idea, man,” Justin laughed over Alessandra’s muffled scream of surprise. “What? Did you think you were just going to get to cum? I think you should give each of these lovely **** girls an orgasm with your tongue.

A look of dread washed over her face. From a legal standpoint, she was still a free woman. She hated the thought of having to pleasure not one, but two **** girls. As much as she hated it, though, she knew it would only get worse for her if she didn’t do as Kenton and Justin wanted. She watched as Kenton secured Melissa in the stocks, the beautiful redhead offering no resistance as she was locked in place.

“Get that fucking tongue to work.” Justin’s tone was commanding and made her tense before he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into the **** girl’s waiting pussy.

Allesandra’s lips pressed against Melissa’s wet folds, the scent of the **** girl’s arousal filling her nostrils. Her mind rebelled against what she was doing—pleasuring a **** with her tongue—but her body responded with a traitorous flush of warmth that spread through her core. The redhead’s thighs trembled as Allesandra’s tongue made contact, drawing a muffled moan from behind Melissa’s gag.

“That’s it,” Justin’s voice came from somewhere above her, his hand still firmly gripping the back of her head. “Show her how grateful you are.”

The humiliation burned hotter than any physical pain she’d endured. This was worse than the stocks, worse than the orgasm denial—this was degradation of the highest order. She closed her eyes, trying to detach from the moment as she’d seen many slaves do before her. But the taste of Melissa on her tongue was impossible to ignore.

“You know what they say might just be true,” Kenton said before briefly turning his undivided attention to Justin. “Amazon’s do make the best **** girls.”

Allesandra’s entire body burned with humiliation as she turned a deep shade of red. Wanting her humiliation to end as quickly as possible, she began to move her tongue directly over Melissa’s clit. The redhead responded immediately with a long, deep moan of pleasure. Having her pussy eaten by a still technically free woman was incredibly thrilling for the collared and obedient **** girl. It was only a matter of minutes before the coil that had quickly tightened in her core snapped.

“You have another friend to thank.” Kenton’s laughter filled the room like a thunderclap as he held Allesandrea in place. The soon-to-be collared Amazon watched, unable even to move her eyes to look away as Justin freed Melissa, then tethered her leash to one of the rings in the walls of the room. Just as quickly, he led Shari over, and the process was repeated.

“Neck here, now.” Justin held the collar outstretched in both hands, the foam-rubber lining on the inside of the simple black strip of leather waited to greet Allesandra’s throat like a long-lost lover. With a half-muffled sob, she gently pressed her throat to the waiting collar. Justin closed the collar and buckled it into place. All that would need to be done now to make it legal would be a bribe to a city official and a set of forged registration papers stating she was enslaved outside of the city walls. A far less risky endeavor for a man than a woman.

“Mind if I go first this time?” Kenton asked over the sound of a soft thunk on the wooden floor behind her.

“Go for it.” Justin looked down at her with a gleeful smile. A hard yank on her hair caused Allesandra to turn in desperation to ease the sudden pain in her scalp. As her head came around, what she saw made her heart stop.

“Fuck, how could I forget?” A fresh wave of tears threatened to fall as she watched Kenton sit on a straight-backed chair and pat his lap. It was now time for her first spanking as a **** girl. An act she had gladly participated in countless times before, but now the tables had turned.

“There’s just something special about giving a brand new **** girl her first spanking, ya know?

“Oh yeah, but would you mind getting on with it? I haven’t had a chance to grab lunch yet.”

The first smack of Kenton’s hand against her bare flesh echoed around the room. Then the second and third. Allesandra screamed in a mixture of pain and humiliation as she began kicking her feet in a futile protest. By the time Kenton had finished, her ass felt like it was on fire. Her will was completely broken as he pushed her off his lap, then opened his pants. Knowing she had ****. She lowered her head, allowing the man to remove her gag easily.

“Suck.” Allesandra’s chest tightened at the simple order. She licked her lips, finding them suddenly very dry, and took Kenton’s cock into her mouth. She slowly worked more of his member into her mouth and quickly began to gag.

“Looks like she needs some practice.”

“Yeah, but she’ll get plenty of it. Hollow out your cheeks when you pull back and breathe through your nose. Come on, **** girl, give me a proper blowjob.”

In the adjoining room. Kaycee, Thorsten, and four of his men watched on the monitors in front of the Amazonian Ambassador. Kaycee was still bound to the spanking bench, waiting to feel the sting of the paddle against her bare ass. She turned her head only to see the newly-collared Amber standing facing the wall, bent over, and offering herself for use.

“That’s two.” Thorston grabbed her head, making her look back at the monitor. He kept his grip on her hair tight for several seemingly endless minutes. Finally, Thorston grunted loudly, and his hips rose from the chair. He pulled Allesandra’s head back and shoved the ball gag back in her mouth, buckling it before putting his cock back in his pants. “How much longer do you think your final friend will last?”

Kaycee’s eyes moved from the monitor showing Allesandra, who was now over Justin’s lap as he spanked her, to the monitor that showed Rachel on the bondage horse. The two women screamed in unison. Allesandra from the latest sting in her burning ass from Justin’s hand and Rachel from another shock administered by the metal dildo in her pussy. The Amazonian Ambassador knew it wouldn’t be long now. Soon, Rachel would have a **** collar around her neck, and then it would be her turn.