Not long at all

WHACK! The eighth painful swat landed on Kate's now sore and bruised ass. She screamed into her gag as tears poured down her pretty face. Tears of pain. Tears of anger. And tears of loss. She hadn't known it then, but, she lost the life she thought she would have as soon as she got into that limo.

She wouldn't be the glamorous model traveling the world with any number of beautiful **** girls waiting hand and foot on her. There would be no parties with all the attention on her. No, she would be a **** girl. She didn't want to be, but she had ****. She knew that she would be paddled until she gave in. If one Amazon tired another would take her place. WHACK! The ninth swat landed and again Kate screamed into the black rubber ball lodged in her mouth. She focused her tear filled eyes on Clarissa and began to blink rapidly.

"Congratulations, Jana you have a new pretty blonde **** girl," Clarissa laughed.

"Damn," they heard someone say. They turned their attention and laughed as they watched one of their fellow Amazons hand over a fistful of gold coins.

"Enjoy her," Kaycee Greene the Amazonian Ambassador to New Los Angeles said as she walked into the room with two of her **** girls following obediently behind her. Kaycee was tall standing nearly six feet tall with a slender build and D cup breasts. She wore the standard dress for an Amazon, a red leather bikini with thigh high platform heeled black leather boots with her raven hair up in a tight bun. "You've certainly earned her by gaining Ginger's trust to the point she named you her replacement, then enslaving her and securing the modeling agency as an asset for us."

The two **** girls that were with her were absolutely stunning. The leash she held was attached to the collar of a beautiful blue eyed brunette, her hair hanging down to her mid-back, with DD breasts. She was dressed in red six inch stiletto heels, and a short satin skirt trimmed in red lace with a matching half bra. Her hands were kept locked behind her in a pair of soft supple red leather cuffs. She wore a red leather collar and a bright red ball gag in her mouth. A short chain ran from the back of her collar to the front of her sister ****'s collar. The second **** was a green eyed blonde, also sporting a DD chest. Her own hair nearly reached her ass. She wore white six inch stiletto heels with a pink satin skirt trimmed in white lace and matching half bra. Unlike the brunette, the blondes had a pair of heavy clamps painfully pinching her nipples. Her arms were secured behind her in a pink leather double sling, locking her in a reverse prayer. Around her neck was a pink leather **** collar and matching ball gag in her mouth.

"Thanks Kaycee, for trusting me with your plan," Jana said as she looked at an assortment of collars. All were made of leather of varying colors, softly lined on the inside as not to chafe the skin of the wearer's neck.

"You earned it dear," Kaycee said, as she walked over to Jana, her slaves following close behind, and softly kissed her fellow Amazon on the cheek. "I bet she'd look amazing with a basic black collar around her lovely neck.

"Agreed," Jana said with a smile as she picked up the suggested collar. Just then another Amazon entered the room, Ginger on a leash behind her.

"Jana, you planning on keeping this one?" the Amazon asked.

"Kaycee?" Janna asked looking at the Ambassador.

"You put the collar around her neck. She's yours if you want her."

"No, take her to the market for me would you?"

"Sure, I'll leave as soon as that one is collared and dressed, I want in on the fun," the Amazon said as she tethered Ginger's leash to a ring in the wall and acting as the obedient **** girl she had become, the lovely red head stood with her feet shoulder width apart, and bent at the waist, raising her short skirt and offering herself up to the room.

"Fair enough," Jana laughed as she made her way to the stockade and began to unlock it. "When I lift this, you stand up, turn to your right and kneel. Am I understood?"

"Mmm mmm," Kate grunted into her gag as she nodded her head as best the stockade allowed. The stockade was lifted and Kate did as Jana had instructed.

"Neck here," Jana instructed as she held out the collar holding it by both ends and gently tapped the center of the collar with an outstretched index finger. Kate let out a silent sob, as she officially accepted her new life. Her mistress quickly buckled her new collar around her neck and undid her bun causing her long golden locks to fall down her back. How she wore her hair was no longer her decision. She was only a **** girl. The only choice she had now in life was to obey whoever held her leash and hope not to be punished, or disobey and be punished. A look of confusion came to Kate's face as she noticed some of the slavers arranging several straight backed chairs in a semi-circle.

"How would you like her dressed?" yet another Amazon asked as she stood next to Jana with a smile on her face.

"Surprise me, Andrea, you've always had a talent for dressing beautiful slaves," Jana answered as she sat in one of the chairs.

"Come on Blondie," Andrea said as she clipped a leash to Kate's collar. "Let's get you dressed for your mistress," she said leading the newly collared blonde off to another room. They traveled down another long hallway passing several of her new sister slaves along the way. All of them were properly dressed as **** girls bent over, and offering themselves up for use. They entered a large room with two large poles near the center of it. The poles had two cuffs each, one low and one high. Andrea stood Kate between the poles and quickly cuffed her arms in the upper cuffs and ankles in the lower, leaving the blonde standing with her arms and legs out wide.

Not saying a word Andrea went to a large walk in closet and brought back several sets of Satin skirts and half bras. Although she knew it would be coming, seeing the type of clothing she would spend the rest of her life in made Kate's heart begin to race with fear, and deep down she knew, a hint of excitement. "Are the Amazons right? Am I supposed to be a **** girl," she silently asked herself.

"Hmm," Andrea said to herself as she held up a red and black set in one hand, a dark and blue and white in the other. Not satisfied she replaced them and returned with one set that was pink with black trim, the other just the opposite. Suddenly the Amazon's eyes lit up. "Ah I know!" Andrea said excitedly. "Wait here cutie," she laughed tapping the captive blonde on the nose. She soon re-emerged from the walk in closet with a dark green set trimmed in black lace. With a smile on her face Andrea clapped her hands twice.

Kate heard the clicking of heels from behind her and within seconds a pair of naked **** girls walked around in front of her, curtsied gracefully to Andrea, then turned around to face Kate. The blonde almost felt sorry for the pair. Even among **** girls there was a hierarchy. Those that work fine satin half bras and short skirts were at the top and provided sexual pleasure to her master or mistress. Then came the pets, usually puppy or cat girls, even the occasional bunny girl that provided their owner with companionship. Below the pets were the pony girls. They were usually only owned by the wealthiest of masters or mistresses that made their way around cities and towns in carriages. Although in rural areas farmers had been known to keep pony girls to plow fields and pull wagons in addition to their regular farming equipment. Special lanes had even been made for the carriages of the elite that both ensured their safety, and did not slow normal traffic flow. And then there was the lowest of the low. The serving girls.

What exactly did serving girls do? They existed to serve their fellow slaves. If a master or mistress needed their **** girl dressed, that was the job of a serving girl. If a mistress wanted to reward an exceptionally well behaved **** girl with an orgasm but, didn't have time to use a strap-on or other toy to do so herself, she would have a serving girl use her tongue. If a pet needed fed or to go for a walk, or have her litter box emptied that was the job of a serving girl. If a pony needed fed, her tac changed, or hitched to anything, that was the job of a serving girl. Kate silently hoped she would never be a serving girl.

Unlike most **** girls they were kept naked, only wearing black heels, a black posture collar, and black latex hood that doubled as a gag over a completely shaven head. "Dress her and be quick about it," Andrea ordered as she un-cuffed the serving girls and gave each a swat on her ass for good measure. Soon Kate was properly dressed in black six in heels, a green satin with black lace trim skirt and matching half bra, a black leather single glove, and her black ball gag replaced with a green one.

Once Kate was dressed she was **** to her knees and knelt before Andrea. "Stand up," Andrea commanded. Slowly and awkwardly Kate rose to her feet. She was new to her collar and while she had worn heels before, she had not done so with out the use of her arms to help her balance. The serving girls helped steady her. They knew that if the newly collared, or any **** girl for that matter, fell and hurt herself they would be the ones to be punished. "Kneel," Andrea commanded and Kate slowly knelt back to the floor. The process was repeated fifteen times until Andrea was sure that Kate had begun to understand how to balance herself. "Curtsy," the Amazon said with a smile. Kate obeyed and while it was only slightly clunky it was certainly far from the worst first curtsy the Amazon had ever seen, in fact it was passable. "Very good for a first try. You were born to wear a collar weren't you?" she asked as she clipped a leash to Kate's collar. Andrea laughed when Kate slowly nodded her head.

Andrea then dropped the end of the leash knowing that even if she tried the blonde would not be able to make it far while she re-cuffed the two serving girls. Kate was now a **** girl collared, and leashed, she knew running would not be an option in her heels. She would quickly be caught and punished. She may even end up a serving girl herself. So, she did the only thing she could think of. Moved her feet shoulder width apart and bent forward, raising her short skirt and offering her pussy and red and bruised ass up for use. "Such a natural," Andrea laughed as she once again took hold of the blonde's leash. "Let's get you back to your mistress.

Minutes later, Kate knelt before Jana who was at the center of a large semi-circle of Amazons. Kate suddenly realized what was about to happen, she hated it, but knew there was nothing she could do but hope that it would be over quickly. Going back to when the Female Enslavement Act was passed it became customary for initially a master and later a mistress, to place a newly acquired **** across their lap for a hand spanking. How hard and for how long was completely up to the ****'s owner. Jana smiled at Kate and patted her lap with both hands. **** girls understood this as an unspoken command to drape herself over her master or mistresses lap. Having **** Kate slowly rose, and laid across Jana's lap. Her skirt was quickly flipped up and out of the way.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jana began to pelt Kate's already burning ass fast and hard alternating cheeks with each swat. With each swat Kate screamed into her gag and wildly kicked her legs, much to the amusement of the Amazons. When the spanking finally stopped Kate was ordered once again ordered to kneel in front of her mistress. Jana quickly undid a flap in the front of her bikini exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. Just as quickly she undid Kate's gag, then **** the blonde's face into her pussy. "Thank me for making you a **** girl," She ordered before her new **** began to lap at her mistresses pussy. Although she was not yet skilled with her tongue the thrill of having a newly collared **** girl, especially one as beautiful as Kate, was more than enough to quickly bring the slaver off. "Does anyone else want to try out her tongue?" Jana asked after re-gagging Kate and closing her bikini flap. Every Amazon that sat in the semi-circle raised her hand.

Kate was not sure how much time had passed before she was done, and she had lost count of the number of Amazon's she had eaten. A few times she had seen one Amazon leave the semi-circle only to be replaced by another. Her jaw was sore from constant use, and her tongue was dumb. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ginger being prepared to be taken to market. The lovely red-head was carried over and laid into a yellow leather **** sack. Once it was zipped up, the built in posture collar would prevent her from moving her head and the yellow latex **** hood one of the Amazons slipped over here head before pulling the laces tight and tying a simple knot to keep it in place would keep her sister **** from seeing anything. Once they had her ready her registration papers were handed to one of the Amazons and the yellow bundle was taken from the room, and off to the **** market where she would be sold to the highest bidder.