Fury of an Amazon

Kaycee Greene, The Amazonian Ambassador to New L.A sat in her office seething. Her face was as red as a tomato and her anger was palpable in her office as she read the report of the attack on the shop that had served as one of their discreet capture sights throughout the city.

"Every last collared ****, every last new capture, every last Amazon captured or rustled," she thought as she closed her Email. When she was as worked up as she was now, Kaycee knew only a couple of things would calm her. Having a **** girl's tongue lapping at her pussy, or disciplining an unfortunate **** girl. Right now she wanted nothing more than to beat a **** girl's ass black and blue. She looked in the far corner of her office.

Standing there, facing the wall she was tethered to, bent over, and feet shoulder-width apart was a **** girl widely known now as Fuck Doll. Fuck Doll was blonde with DD tits. She had been an aspiring actress originally from Wichita. She had been "auditioning" for a role as a **** girl almost a year ago. Fuck Doll had a skilled tongue and a bubbly ass that jiggled gorgeously when it was spanked.

"Too bad she's still red from yesterday," Kaycee thought as she admired Fuck Doll's ass. It still bore the signs of the strap or paddle that had been applied to it the day before. Kaycee had a feeling one of her fellow Amazons simply wanted to torment Fuck Doll, as she was an exceptionally obedient ****. "Oh well, there are plenty of fresh asses in the pens.” With a sigh, Kacee stood and left her office. She walked to the end of the hall, and on either side of her, stood beautiful **** girls in the same manner as Fuck Doll, waiting to be of use. None of these girls she suspected met her current desire. When she came to the end of the hall, Kaycee entered the elevator and pressed the button marked SP, for “**** Pens.”

After a short ride down she exited the elevator into a brightly lit room that served as something of a hub, connecting several **** pens. Inside each pen was a holding cell, each holding one or two **** girls. The permanent pens at The Amazonian Embassy could hold roughly one hundred slaves, and the temporary ones where **** girls being transported into or out of New L.A. could hold around three hundred.

Knowing exactly the type of **** girl she wanted, The Amazonian Ambassador entered the area of the pens where all of the captured members of W.A.A.M. were kept. Kaycee suspected that it was their rival female slavers who were responsible for their most recent setback, and one of the captured members who had been turned into a **** girl herself would pay for it.

She came to the heavy door that led to the area of the **** pens where enslaved members of W.A.A.M were kept and placed her palm on the biometric lock. There was a loud buzz before the door slid aside with the sound of gears turning.

Kaycee stepped through the door and began walking down the first aisle between the many rows of cells. Each cell's front was made of crisscrossing bars allowing the occupant to be seen. Each cell contained a narrow bench that the cell occupant would lay on her back on, chained to it, with her legs spread and in the air, a metal toilet, and a pair of life-like breasts mounted to the wall level with the occupant's mouth. Above the breasts was a light that was currently red. When the light went green the occupant could suck on the tits, getting a meal of tasteless gruel. The setup in a pen run by men was largely the same, except a **** girl would have to suck on a dildo to feed herself.

As Kaycee walked the aisles she smiled to herself. Each of the occupants stood at attention with her head bowed submissively, completely naked except for her collar, a pair of six-inch stiletto-heeled open-toed shoes, and a ball gag hanging around her neck. Kaycee came to a redhead with long light red tresses, blue eyes, large C-cup breasts that looked larger on her smaller but not quite petite frame, and a milky complexion.

“You, **** girl, what name have you been given?”

“None, Mistress. No one has called me by any name but my birth name.”

“Then, what is your name?”

“Robyn, Mistress.”

“Present yourself, Robyn.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Robyn said before turning around and bending over, offering herself up for use.

“Excellent, I am going to enjoy spanking this one,” Kaycee thought as soon as she saw that Robyn’s ass had shown no sign of a recent spanking and was as white as the rest of her skin. She motioned another Amazon over.

“Yes, Kaycee?”

“Have this one dressed and brought to my private quarters, I do not want her marked up.”

“Of course, Kaycee. Any requests for her?”

“Hmm, I usually prefer redheads in black or green.”

“I’ll bring her shortly,” the other Amazon said as she took a ring of keys off of her belt and inserted one into the lock of the door. Kaycee nodded before leaving the room.

In the cell, Robyn lowered herself to her knees and placed her hands behind her back. The Amazon grabbed a leash off of a hood just outside of the cell before stepping in and clipping it to Robyn’s collar before placing the ball gag in the redhead’s mouth. She then placed a simple pair of handcuffs on Robyn’s wrists before leading her out of her cell and out of the **** pens to be dressed.

When they arrived in one of the changing rooms Robyn caught a glimpse at one of the two serving girls waiting there until they were needed. Part of her wondered if they too used to be in W.A.A.M., the other part was grateful she was spared their fate. They were naked except for their black six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes, and black leather **** hoods. Only their eyes and a ball gag could be seen through the black leather that completely covered their bald heads. The Amazon led Robyn over to the all too familiar pillars in the center of the room. She undid the redhead’s cuffs only to cuff one wrist and one ankle to each pillar leaving her spread-eagled.

With Robyn in place, she began looking through the assortment of Satin half-bras and skirts until she found a set in black that was trimmed with dark green lace. She even took the time to find a pair of matching thong panties to go with her outfit. It was the panties that frightened Robyn the most. The only reason a mistress put panties on a **** girl, was to pull them down. Like all **** girl clothing the skit had snaps at one side making it easy to put on or remove without releasing the pretty girl that wore from her bondage. Likewise, the thong panties had a pair of strings to tie together at the right hip. She then selected a green ball gag with a black leather strap, a green leather collar, and a green leather single glove.

The Amazon hung her selections from a hook on one of the pillars before going over to the two serving girls releasing them from their handcuffs and unclipping the chains that kept them tethered to the wall from their collars.

“Prepare her,” she ordered as she pointed at Robyn. The two serving girls stood and curtsied to the Amazon before walking over to Robyn and began to dress her in the provided clothing.

First, they put the thong panties on her, tying them tightly so that they hugged her hips and the narrow vertical band of fabric divided her ass cheeks. Next, came the bra which cupped and lifted her perky C-cup breasts but still left most of them exposed before they snapped the skirt into place. Finally, she was helped into the single glove that went from her hands to her shoulders and once cinched properly would **** her elbows together painfully and have the bonus of forcing her to stick her tits out. “Now for your blindfold,” the Amazon said as she picked it up. It would be pulled over Robyn’s head and down over her eyes, the two serving girls moving out of the way as she did so. Once in place, Robbin could not see a thing.

The Amazon looked at the two serving girls and then pointed to the wall where they had been. The two curtsied again before walking back to the wall and kneeling again with their hands behind their backs. Robyn quickly placed their hands back in the handcuffs and clipped the chains back to their collars.

“Ready to serve The Ambassador, Tess?” the Amazon asked after releasing her ankles and once again taking hold of her leash. Of course, Robyn would rather be back in her cell, but she knew anything other than an enthusiastic nod of her head would only make whatever The Amazonian Ambassador had in mind worse. “That’s a good girl,” the Amazon cooed as Robyn quickly nodded her head.

“No matter what happens, just obey,” Robyn thought as she tried in vain to calm her now racing heart as she followed the Amazon, letting the gentle tugs on her leash guide her as she could not see. As the pair moved through the Amazonian Embassy, Robyn could have sworn the soft clicks of her heels against the floor were as loud as gunshots and they were walking at an inhumanly fast pace. In reality, it took them several minutes to reach the elevator and take the long ride up to the top floor, where Kaycee’s penthouse was located.

“I wish I could stay and watch, or participate even. Oh well, I can always have fun with a **** girl when my guard rotation is over,” the Amazon thought as she led Robyn down the hall. The walls were painted dark red, and the floor was done in beautiful black marble. At the far end of the hall, two of her fellow Amazons stood guard by a set of darkly colored wooden double doors. On each door, there was a highly detailed carving of a kneeling **** girl. When they reached the doors, Robyn gestured to Robyn with her thumb. “The **** girl The Ambassador wanted.”

One of the guards nodded, and the pair opened the doors allowing the pair to enter into Kaycee’s lavish penthouse. They walked into a largely empty room with the same red walls and black marble floor. Along the walls were several paintings, mostly of **** girls in various states of bondage. The Amazon glanced around seeing a large kitchen with brand new-looking appliances through an open archway to her right, and a living room with dark wood-paneled walls, and a matching hardwood floor. What furniture she could see was made of darkly colored wood with lush red velvet cushions and most sat on red plush rugs.

Kaycee rounded the corner of the open arch leading to the living room, now dressed in the red leather bikini that The Amazons were famous for wearing, and smiled.

“She looks exquisite, thank you,” she said as she stuck out her hand.

“My pleasure, Kaycee,” The Amazon said as she handed the leash over and left the penthouse.

Kaycee smiled to herself before removing the blindfold.

“There, I much prefer to see the eyes of the **** girls that are about to serve me,” Kaycee said in a mock sweet tone. “Did you know one of our most successful capture sites got hit yesterday?” Robyn shook her head. “From what we have gathered, we know it was a group of female slavers, that means W.A.A.M, doesn’t it?” Kaycee asked as she gently ran her hand through Tess’ long red hair.

“Oh please God, no,” the former member of W.A.A.M. thought, fearing what she knew was coming.

“Since I can’t punish them, and you were one of them, and you just happen to have a very nice unblemished ass, I might as well punish you,” Kaycee said before leading Robyn into the living room, and over to a love seat. Kaycee sat down and gave a gentle downward jerk. Obediently Robyn dropped to her knees. “I’ll be starting with my hand here, but then we’ll go into my playroom where you’ll select a strap, a paddle, and a cane for me to spank you with. By the time we’re done you’re going to have a very sore ass,” Kaycee said as she loosened the ball gag until she could remove it from Robyn’s mouth but left it dangling around her neck. “Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Robyn said, her voice cracking with fear.

“Now, I want you to ask me nicely to put you over my lap for your spanking,” Kaycee said smiling at Robyn with mock sweetness.

“Please, Mistress, may I be put over your lap for my spanking?” Robyn asked politely, doing her best to not let her fear seep into her voice. She knew what was about to happen was going to hurt like hell, especially since she had been in the position of the spanker countless times as a member of W.A.A.M., never dreaming that one day she’d be the **** girl getting spanked.

“That's a good little **** girl. Come here, then," Kaycee purred, patting her lap with her hands. Robyn took a deep breath before climbing over the Amazon’s lap. Her breath hitched as she felt Kaycee raise the tiny silk skirt, then she felt her fingers hook her tiny undergarment, and pull them down her legs. Kaycee smiled as she ran her hand over the shapely fleshy globes. “Are you ready to be my red-haired, red-assed **** girl?”

"Yes, Mistress," Robyn said, her face burning with humiliation and trepidation. She wasn't sure if she'd endure the punishment that was about to ensue. She opened her mouth wide, fully expecting to be gagged again, as most masters and mistresses preferred not to hear the **** girl they were punishing scream and whine clearly.

Instead, what came was the first swat that landed hard on her right cheek. Robyn gasped as her body went rigid. The second swat landed just as hard on her left cheek, and Robyn hissed through her teeth. Swat after swat landed on Robyn’s raised rear end alternating sides with each swat. She cried out in pain as her ass went from white, to pink to red, as she tried desperately not to squirm and wiggle, knowing that it would only make things worse.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” she screamed and kicked her legs as Kaycee lifted her cheeks, focusing on the redhead’s sit spots.

Finally, she stopped and began to gently rub Robyn’s glowing ass. She took a moment to admire the light bruising that had already begun to appear. “Up,” Kaycee said as she pat the redhead’s sore ass.

“Yes, Mistress,” Robyn said, tears leaking down her face as she slid off of Kaycee’s lap and went to her knees in front of the Amazon. Kaycee said nothing as she grabbed Robyn’s leash and led her through the living room. The two came to a closed door and led her into a room with a spanking bench, a padded saw horse, a Saint Andrew’s Cross, and A table that was topped with thick black leather, and at the center was a large cylindrical padded piece of wood that went from one long side of the table to the other. At the corners of the table were short lengths of chains that were bolted to the table at one end and had a leather cuff at the other. Against the far wall were four racks of implements. One of wooden paddles of various shapes and lengths, one of leather straps, and one of canes.

“Alright Robyn,” Kaycee said as she unclipped the leash from Robyn’s collar. “I want you to go select one paddle and lay it at my feet. If I approve of your selection, I’ll send you to select a strap. Again you will lay it at my feet and if I approve you’ll get a cane and do the same.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Robyn said her voice shaking partially from her continued sobs, and partially from the added humiliation of having to select the implements she would soon be spanked with.

She carefully looked over the paddles, her hands shaking slightly as she picked up one made of dark red cherry wood. It was about 12 inches long and 4 inches wide. It was thinner at the end that she would feel the sting and thicker towards the handle to disperse the impact over her buttocks. She laid it at Kaycee’s feet and waited for her to give any indication of her approval.

Kaycee picked up the paddle and examined it for what felt like years to Robyn before setting it back down on the floor in front of her. “Strap,” she said pointing at the rack of leather straps.

Robyn nearly collapsed with relief as she selected a 12-inch long, one-inch wide strap made of soft black leather that she could tell by the smell and the extra glint the leather had that it had previously soaked in olive oil to make it more supple. She lay it at Kaycee’s feet and again waited for approval. Once again, she was ordered to fetch a cane from the third rack. With a slight whine, Robyn turned and headed for the selection of canes.

The canes ranged from the thin, flexible ones that stung like a bitch to the thicker ones that left bruises. She selected a 30-inch long and quarter-inch thick rattan cane. A classic cane in her opinion. She lay it at Kaycee’s feet and waited.

As she had before, Kacyee picked up the implement, inspected it, and lightly flexed it in her hands. “Very good. Now tell me in what order you want them.”

Robyn’s eyes went wide and her heart dropped into her stomach. She had thought she was a skilled dominatrix who excelled at delivering pain and humiliation to an enslaved woman, but Kacee was far better than she had ever hoped to be. “Please, Mistress, I would like the cane first, then the strap, and finish with the paddle,” she finally said. She knew the cane would hurt the worst, but would leave the least marks.

“On the table, I believe you know the position,” Kaycee said smiling at Robyn, the fear the former member of W.A.A.M. felt radiated off of her like waves.

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied her voice cracking as fresh tears threatened to burst free. She walked over to the table and lay on it with her hips over the padded piece of wood leaving her ass raised and ready for punishment. Kaycee quickly cuffed Robyn’s wrists and ankles in place before she collected the three implements and carried them back to the table. She set the paddle and strap down before she pressed the cane against the redhead’s ass.

“I’m going to give you twenty hard strokes with this,” she said as she slid the cane slowly back and forth, “I expect you to thank me for each one, understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Robyn managed to squeak out before the first strike of the cane fell with a loud snapping pop, and a line of fire spread across Robyn’s ass. “Thank you, Mistress!” she screamed, tears stinging her eyes. She heard the shrill whistle of the cane slicing through the air again. The second stroke landed just below the first stroke, even through her pain, Robyn knew it had been carefully, skillfully, and meticulously aimed. “Thank you, Mistress!”

she screamed again, her ass on fire. Stroke after merciless stoke fell until she had a total of 20 lines crisscrossed across her ass and all she could do was whimper and cry with every stroke. Kaycee smiled as she traced the welts with her finger, watching the way Robyn’s ass quivered.

“Are you ready to feel the strap, Robyn?”

“Y-y-yes, M-Mistress,” Robyn sobbed as she pressed her forehead against the soft leather padding of the table.

Kaycee took a long moment to enjoy the sight of the former W.A.A.M. member in her pitiful sobbing state. She picked up the strap and let the business end rest on Robyn’s abused cheeks. “You’ll be getting ten hard lashes, Robyn and I expect a thank you after each one.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Robyn said through her tears. She was desperately trying to resist the urge to clench her ass cheeks. She knew doing so would only make the already unbearable pain even worse. The almost wet-sounding resounding WHAP of the strap meeting flesh filled the air as Kaycee doled out the first of the prescribed ten lashes.

Robyn roared through her gritted teeth as the sting of the strap burned across her already tender ass flesh, the cheeks of her buttocks quivering in protest.

"Thank you, Mistress," she managed to gasp out.

Kaycee smiled at the redhead’s obedience. She had long suspected that members of W.A.A.M. only became slavers themselves because they subconsciously knew they were meant to be collared and used for the pleasure and entertainment of others. The second lash landed and Robyn screamed in pain and kicked her legs as much as the chains and cuffs that held them in place allowed.

“Thank you, Mistress!” she said before she began to sob so hard she began to hiccup.

Kaycee stopped after the fifth lash and allowed Robyn a moment to catch her breath before she delivered the last five in quick succession. Robyn was sobbing so hard she could barely form the words but managed to thank her tormentor after each strike. The remaining five lashes left Robyn a quivering, sobbing heap on the table, her ass tending to throb with every heartbeat.

"Very good, Robyn," Kaycee purred which only made the redhead flinch, expecting something more painful to follow such praise. "For your obedience, I will use this" She held up the paddle "lightly for the remaining five swats."

“Thank you, Mistress,” she managed as she tried desperately to compose herself. Five light smacks later, Robyn’s ass was red, swollen and tender. The welts from the cane and strap stood out starkly against her fair skin. Robyn lay sobbing on the table, not daring to move as she listened to Kaycee move about the room and put the implements that had brought her so much pain back in their places to await the next time they were to be used.

“I am going to let you off of the table, you are to do nothing but get off on this side and kneel,” Kaycee purred into Robyn’s right ear. Robyn gasped and her body jolted. She had not even heard the Amazon approach.

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied. As soon as the cuffs were released Robyn moved slowly off of the table, her body aching with protest with each movement. She slowly went to her knees and winced as her calves and the backs of her shoes pressed against the tender flesh of her battered and bruised ass.

Kaycee looked down at Robyn with a satisfied smile. She reached down and pulled open the crotch flap of her red leather bikini bottoms. “Now I want a proper tongue-only **** girl thank you for spanking you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Robyn said. She was almost grateful that she would not have to sit back on her calves and feet. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the Amazon’s pussy.

Robyn gently teased the folds of Kaycee’s pussy, lightly dragging her soft warm tongue up and down the length of her slit. As Kaycee moaned, she flicked the tip against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure up and down the Amazon’s spine. Her attentions were rewarded with a moan and a grabbing hand in her hair which made Robyn increase her ministrations.

“You W.A.A.M. girls are such good pussy eaters, almost as good as a blonde,” Kaycee moaned her praise of Robyn’s skill as she tightened her grip on Robyn’s red tresses, her fingernails gently scraping her scalp.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Robyn mumbled around her mouthful of pussy. The praise and rough treatment only spurred her on. She increased the speed and pressure of her tongue, her ultimate goal was to bring her Mistress to a shattering orgasm.

Kneeling on the cold floor with her ass still stinging and aching was discomfort she could deal with if it meant pleasing her Mistress. Robyn hated to admit it, but since her capture some time ago, a craving for submission had been steadily growing within her. Her reddened ass pulsed in time with her racing heart and the more swollen-than-usual slit between her legs.

Kaycee threw back her head and screamed out into the otherwise quiet room as Robyn’s tongue found just the right spot inside of her pussy. Her juices spilled onto Robyn’s face and into her open mouth, the former W.A.A.M. member greedily lapping up every drop of her Mistress’s honeydew nectar. Kaycee’s body shuddered as she rode out the waves of ecstasy coursing through her body, squeezing Robyn’s head between her thighs in a tight grip.

"Very good," she purred, releasing her grip on Robyn's hair once she had regained some semblance of control. "You may stop now."

Robyn risked a glance up at Kaycee's flushed face, a mix of pride and satisfaction warring with the ever-present fear in her eyes. She hoped that she had done well enough to please the Amazon, but she knew even if she had, if Kaycee wanted to punish her further she would have no say in the matter. She was only a **** girl.