Amazons captured

Kaycee continued to work behind the poolside bar, now doing what she could to keep her face hidden from Thorsten Condree, especially when the **** broker came near the bar. The longer she worked, the more her instincts told her to leave, but professional pride wouldn’t let her. When Amber and Rachel came to the bar to get another round of champagne for their treys, Kaycee leaned slightly closer to her fellow Amazons as she filled the champagne flutes and placed them on the empty trays.

“Careful, ladies,” she said quietly. “Thorsten Condree is the one who arranged for the birthday girl to get that pretty blonde pony.

“Isn’t he one of the best **** brokers in the country?” Alessandra, who had come over to order a drink to maintain her cover as a party guest and meet with her fellow Amazons.

“Try the world,” Rachel said flatly as she carefully lifted her tray.

“Do you think we’re blown?” Amber asked as she ran her hand through her redhair nervously.

“You three, probably not. Me, there’s a chance,” Kacyee answered as she filled a glass of wine for Alessandra.

“How?” Allesandra asked before taking a sip of her wine. “Outside of Themyscira, ambassadors aren’t widely known.”

“We’ve had dealings with him in the past. Times when our own stock was low, or we needed a **** girl with particular skills, and we lacked the time to find or train one ourselves.”

“And you did most of the negotiating yourself because he isn’t just any **** broker, right?”

“Right,” Kaycee said with a slight sigh.

“So, what do we do, cut out now?” Amber asked.

“No, I think that would draw more attention to us. For now, maintain cover. Speaking of which, it looks like some of the guests are getting antsy for their drinks.”

“Right.”

As the four Amazons ended their conversation and broke apart, Thorsten watched out of the corner of his eye as he took a slow sip of his bourbon. He swished the dark amber liquid across his tongue, savoring the smoky burn before swallowing. “A most excellent selection,” he thought as he examined his now empty glass. “And how very predictable,” he silently added as he once again carefully eyed the Amazons. Then, he turned and slipped back into the crowd and toward the other bar, which had been set up near one of the rear entrances to the estate. As he was a tall, slender man with slicked back black hair and dark sunglasses over his eyes in a grey suit with a blue undershirt, a black silk tie, a black leather belt, and black shoes moved casually.

“Mister Condree, everything’s set. Just say the word,” the man said just loud enough for Thorsten to hear. Thorsten gave one more casual look around. Kaycee remained behind the poolside bar, now trying to keep her face discreetly half hidden. Amber and Rachel mingled in the crowd, and Alessandra had returned to LeAnna and her group of friends.

“Do it, Jay, those four Amazons will fetch a mint from my clients, especially the esteemed Ambassador.”

“No worries, boss,” Jay said as he took a sip of his whisky. “The boys will be quick, efficient, and discreet as always,” he said before turning away and making a quick phone call. “Green light. All four are green assets; however, the ambassador takes the highest priority,” he said before hanging up.

Two muscular men, one white with short blond hair and a slighyly sun kissed complexion, and one bald African-American with a neatly shaped and trimmed goatee, watched the catering van as three of the four Amazons had arrived from a distance. Both were dressed in grey vests with a security badge pinned over their left breast, white button-down shirts, black belts, grey pants, and black shoes. The man with blond hair looked over at his friend with a smile before quietly speaking into a radio hidden in a decorative pin stuck into the left collar of his shirt.

“This is team one, we’ve got the go-ahead and are ready to move on the truck. Report in.”

“Team two, set,” another man replied, his voice coming through the tiny earpiece in both men’s right ears.

“Good, your target will likely be returning to her apartment soon,” the leader of the first team said with a smile of amusement as he watched a member of his team install a program into the catering hover truck while a fourth man kept a lookout.

“There it’s done,” the man said as he unhooked his device from the van’s computer and closed the door. Now we get to the pick-up point.”

“You sure that things are going to work, Chase?”

“Yeah, the program’s a digital battering ram. Within seconds of them starting this thing, I’ll have full control of it, and I can drive this truck right to ours. Now let’s get goin’ before one of those four bitches sees us.”

The four men slipped easily back into their roles of hired security before leaving the Cooper Estate in a black luxury hover SUV with Gold Standard Private Security Service decals on the doors and hood. The four men made their way along the steep and winding roads until they turned down a wide dead-end alley behind a strip mall a few blocks from Rodeo Drive. The leader of the group pressed a button, and the dashboard of the SUV and the section of the alley ahead of the SUV slowly lowered until it became a shallow ramp, allowing them to drive down into the facility. They passed through the outermost room and parked the SUV as the access ramp closed.

“Everything ready, CJ?” the leader of the four men asked, his voice elevated as he and his team got out of the SUV.

“Oh yeah, everythings ready,” a tall wirey-looking man with shaggy redhair answered as he entered the room from a smaller room off to the side. “Come on in and take a look.”

An hour and a half later, Alessandra entered her beachfront apartment. As soon as she closed the door, she felt a sharp pain in the side of her neck. As she reached for the spot where she had felt the pain, the room began to spin violently. She felt a wave of almost unbearable heat pass over her body, then she was vaguely aware of being cradled in someone’s arms as she was lowered to the floor.

“That’s one,” she heard someone say. She wasn’t sure if she had heard the voice of a man or a woman, as it sounded impossibly distant, and as if it had come from underwater.

“What did I tell you boys?” the man who had shot Alessandra in the neck with the small, but powerful dart asked as he lounged on her couch, the small CO2-powered gun still in his hand. “Like clockwork.” He was a tall man with short dark hair and a neatly trimmed goatee, and was dressed all in black with a belt and vest that had various gags and restraints clipped to them. Two other men, all of them dressed similarly, emerged from the bedroom; one of them carried a black leather **** sack over his shoulder and a matching **** hood in his right hand.

“You know,” the man who had caught Alessandra and eased her to the floor said as he pulled out his disrobing knife and admired it, “I’ve always wondered, do Amazons think blondes make the best **** girls because their jelous of their hair or something?”

“Never thought about it, Mikey, but you can ask her or one of her three friends when they're all together again,” the man with the CO2 gun said with an amused laugh.

“Not a bad idea, Kurt,” Mikey replied as he began to carefully cut away the **** Amazon’s clothing. Once she was naked, the men quickly placed her hands in leather handcuffs behind her back, placed a bright red ball gag in her mouth, then put her in the **** sack, and finished off their preparations by slipping the **** hood over her head and lacing it tight. The combination of the sack and hood hid the fact that the pretty brunette slaver didn’t yet wear a collar.

“Let’s move,” Kurt said as he grabbed Allesandra’s shoulders through the **** sack. “Miguel, get her feet,” he said to one of the other men.

“You got it, amigo.”

“Finally,” Kaycee said as the last of their things was loaded into the catering van. “Let’s go, I don’t want to hang around here a single second longer than we have to,” she added as she climbed into the front passenger seat.

“Don’t blame you,” Amber said as she dug the keys out of her pocket and slid into the driver’s seat.

“All set,” Rachel said as she slid the side door shut.

Amber started the van, its engine and repulsors coming to life with a gentle purr. She put it in gear and eased the van down the long driveway and out of the gate. The trio of slavers made their way along the winding road through the hills, never once suspecting that Amber had no control of the van. “It’s a shame we couldn’t enslave anyone,” Amber said in a regretful tone.

“Yeah, Rachel said from the bench seat between the front seats and the van’s storage area. “Just one or two of the girls there, and we could have made a small fortune in gold coins at market.”

“If we could have gotten any information on W.A.A.M. or the Purists, it could have been worth far more,” Kaycee said as she casually checked their surroundings for anyone who might have been following them.

As they neared the next intersection, the light turned green, and Amber signalled a right turn, “What the fuck?” she asked as she tried to move the van into the right turn lane, but instead the wheel fought against her and guided the van into the left lane.

“Uh, Amber, the Embassy is the other way,” Rachel said, fighting back a laugh.

“It-it’s not me! The van’s driving by itself!”

“What?!” the other two Amazons said in shock. Amber hit the brakes repeatedly the van didn’t slow even slightly as it made the right turn.

“The doors, bail out!” Kaycee said as soon as rational thought broke through her panic. She pulled at the handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. She hit the unlock button repeatedly, but the lock refused to disengage.

“The Windows!” Rachel said from the bench seat. “Roll them down, the next red light, assuming this thing stops, we jump out.” Amber and Kaycee looked at one another, then at Rachel.

“Good idea,” they said together. Their hands moved like striking vipers to the window controls, but, just like the locks, they were unresponsive.

The van continued to the Amazons, seemingly by itself. In a small side room in Thorsten’s underground complex, the men watched as Mikey drove the van by remote to them. As the fan turned down the dead-end-alley, he pressed a button on his control unit that opened the secret entrance. As soon as the van was far enough in, he closed it and kept the outer chamber closed off from the rest of the complex. “Where the fuck are we?” Amber asked, the panic clear in her voice as the fan stopped in front of what looked to be a brick wall. Before either Amazon could say anything, the windows of the fan suddenly rolled down, and a sharp hissing sound filled the air along with a sweet but heavy aroma.

“Gas!” Kaycee realized, but before she or her fellow Amazons could even attempt anything, their eyelids became heavy the world faded to black.

It was only a few minutes later that the stomach-churningly bitter stench of ammonia filled the Amazons’ noses and brought them back to consciousness. Each moved her head as if she had been slapped and gave a grunt of protest before realizing she now had a ball gag filling her mouth. The Amazons screamed at one another in shock as the man standing in front of each of them stepped aside, allowing them to see one another. Each was in a **** sack made of simple black leather, and they had been arranged in a wide circle, their sacks anchored to the floor by chains, making it impossible for them to tip over.

“So glad you sleeping beauties could join us,” Thorsten said as he emerged from the shadows. Each of you will be taken into one of my, as I like to call them, persuasion rooms, and by the time you leave them, each of you will be wearing one of these,” he added as he pulled a black leather **** collar with a silver buckle from his back pocket. “Gentlemen, if you will.”

One by one, Thorsten’s men took the Amazons into one of the four prepared rooms, Kaycee being the last to be taken away. Her heart leapt into her throat when she saw the room that awaited her. It was relatively small, only about 10 × 10 in size, with a bare concrete floor and brick walls. The room was brightly lit by a series of recessed lights. Along all four walls hung an impressive assortment of wooden and leather paddles and leather straps. At the center of the room was an oak spanking bench topped with soft, dark red leather. A small table had been placed in front of the spanking bench so the occupant could see if she tilted her head back, and on the table sat three monitors.

“Now!” Kaycee thought as one of the men opened her **** sack, and she made a **** attempt to run away despite not knowing where she was, and ignoring the fact that she was naked. The men had expected this, however. One of the men caught her by her long black hair, stopping her in her tracks. Then four other men grabbed her. Two of the men grabbed one of her wrists, the other two her ankles. They carried her to the spanking bench and secured her to it. Then, as the man with a grip on her hair **** her to look at the three tablets, another of the men turned them on. Each showed a live video of one of the other three Amazons.

“You Amazons are… efficient if unimaginative in the way you convince free women to wear collars,” Thorsten said as he entered the room. “Before I paddle you, as you have undoubtedly done to so many others yourself, you will watch your fellow Amazons accept collars of their own. I already have a buyer lined up for four of you, and they’ve paid me rather well in advance,” Thorsten added as he tapped on the screen of his phone. “Start the esteemed Ambassador’s entertainment.”

Kaycee began to breathe rapidly through her nose as her eyes moved left to right across the three monitors, then back again. The monitor on the left showed Amber lying face down on a table similar to one used by a masuse, only with two additional holes in it, one for each of her breasts. A single nipple clamp had been attached to each of her nipples with a long chain dangling from it, and at the other end of the chain was a metal bucket that would hold approximately a gallon of liquid each. Finally coming up from the floor under the table, then running along the bottom of the table before being taped to Amber's breasts with athletic tape were two thin, flexible plastic tubes. From the monitor, Kaycee could hear a faint whirling sound, then the steady metallic thump of drops of water hitting metal once every ten seconds.

“Ten gold coins says she wants her collar by the time those buckets are half full,” one of the men laughed.

“I’ll take that bet. She’s an Amazon. She’ll hold on until about three-quarters full,” another of the men laughed back.

The center monitor showed Rachel, now dressed in a black leather bondage harness. She had been placed on a bondage horse that looked like a life-sized version of a child’s rocking horse. Her arms were placed in leather sleeves attached to the highly detailed horse head as if they were reins. She sat on a saddle with a smooth metal dildo that was in the soon-to-be **** girl’s pussy. A series of short chains that ran from the body of the large wooden horse were attached to points of Rachel’s harness, making it impossible to sit up straight. As a result, she could not remove her mouth from the second dildo that rose from the back of the horse's head.

Along with the sound of water droplets falling into the buckets from the left monitor, a loud horse’s whinny sounded from the center monitor, and the horse began to quickly rock back and forth. With each movement, Rachel’s body was **** to move on the two dildos. “I hope your friend likes pony rides,” the man holding her hair said. “How’d you come up with that one by the way, Mister Condree, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I didn’t,” Thorsten said with a shrug. “My friend Cody’s family uses it on the girls they keep in the house at his ranch and not as pony girls or hu-cows.” Thorsten then turned his attention to Kaycee. “Would you like to know how this one works?” he asked as he gently tapped the top of the monitor. “Every couple of minutes, the dildo in her mouth will shoot some extra salty gruel into her mouth, and if she tries to spit it out...” before Thorsten could finish his explenation the sound of the horse’s whinny filled the air again. This time, however, the horse rocked back and forth almost violently and spun in place several times as Rachel’s muffled, but pain-filled scream mixed with the sound of the whinny. “The horse will try and buck her, and the dildo in her pussy gives her a painful shock,” Thorsten said,d taking a mental note of the terrified look on Kaycee’s face.

The monitor to the right showed Alesandra. The third of the four Amazons had been placed in a simple stock, bent over with her head and hands trapped between two pieces of wood, and a steel spreader bar keeping her from closing her legs. Behind her, a **** girl with dark curly red hair dressed in a green silk half-bra with black lace trim, a matching short skirt, and black open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels knelt with her face pressed against Alessandra’s pussy.

“Melissa, has been instructed not to allow your friend to cum. The next orgasm that she has will be as a properly collared **** girl,” Thorsten said as he began to walk around the room, his fingers lightly tracing over a few of the paddles as he spoke. “One of my men is sitting with each of your friends. As they submit, they’ll suck him off for giving her a collar, take her first spanking, then suck him off again to thank him for spanking her. Of course, you know that already, being a former Amazon and all.” Kaycee didn’t miss the emphasis he placed on ‘former,’ and a wave of anger surged through her, and she yelled muffled threats into her gag.

“Get that out of your system now bitch,” the man holding her hair said in a low, threatening tone. “Do that after you have a collar, and the boss might just decide to take it out on your ass,” he added as he pinched her ass, making her squirm.

“As I was about to say,” Thorsten said with a smirk as he finally selected a long and wide lighly colored paddle and removed it from its hook. “In Alesandra’s case, that is her name for the moment, right? She’ll have to heat Melissa’s pussy before my associate places a collar around her lovely neck. Once all of them have been collared, they’ll be brought in to join us and witness you getting paddled until I decide you’ve begged and pleaded enough for a collar of your own.”

Kaycee’s eyes began to sting and blur with tears as they moved from monitor to monitor to monitor. She silently wondered how long her fellow Amazons would hold out before the inevitable. She knew that eventually, each of them would break. Each of them would beg for a **** collar, and once they did, it would be her turn.