W.A.A.M. strikes at The Amazons

"Angela, how's it going?" Clarissa asked her fellow member of W.A.A.M. as she sat at her table in an outdoor cafe near the beach located across from a nail salon.

"Well, the information Condree gave us seems to be accurate," the African-American woman answered.

"Really?" she asked as a waitress came to the table.

"Hello ladies. My name is Jessica and I'll be taking care you you this afternoon. What can I get you to drink?' she asked. Both slavers looked at the waitress and smiled. Instantly they began assessing her and picturing what color scheme would look best on her. She was a little on the short side at only 5'5 but that made her also smaller than average C cup breast look more impressive. She had light brown eyes and long hair that almost perfectly matched them.

"A glass of pinot for me please," Clarissa said with a smile.

"Same for me please," Angela said.

"I'll be right back with those," Jessica said with a well practiced and beautiful smile.

"She's got potential," Angela said with a smile.

"That she does," Clarissa agreed. "Anyway, what have you noticed?"

"Women go in, not all of them come out, and in the back alley there's a hidden entrance to what I'm guessing is a loading dock."

"Amazon's?" Clarissa asked quietly when she saw Jessica returning with their wine.

"Your wine ladies. Do you need a minute or two with the menus?"

"Please," the two slavers said together.

"Definitely," Angela said taking a sip of her wine. "Red leather bikinis and all."

"Wonderful," Clarissa laughed.

"It gets better, an hour after the closing manager leaves, a lone Amazon leaves through the back ally."

"Both Amazons?"

"I assume as much."

For the next week members of W.A.A.M. continued to watch the salon and the pattern never changed. Now two W.A.A.M. capture teams watched the salon ready to strike. When the closing manager came out one of the W.A.A.M team members waited around the corner near where the suspected Amazon had parked and as soon as she rounded the corner she pressed an injection gun to the woman's neck and before she could scream or even gasp, a powerful sedative flooded her system and she was out cold.

Just as this was happening a hover truck pulled into the parking lot and the four slavers inside loaded the **** red-head into the back and then closed and locked the topper. The five then piled into the truck and took off toward's W.A.A.M.'s maid New LA office.

An hour later a dark haired Amazon left through the hidden entrance in her hover car. As soon as the hidden door closed two large EMP hardened hover trucks barreled down the alley at opposite ends with their head lights on high blinding the ill fated Amazon. When the trucks came to a halt the slavers riding shotgun in each truck jumped out of the trucks, the one on the cars right side shot the car with an EMP rifle instantly overloading the car and shutting it system's down. The truck on the drivers side then backed away as it's own passenger approached the car opening the door with ease since the electronic locks were disabled. The members of W.A.A.M. pulled their rival slaver from the car and when she tried to scream a ball gag was shoved into her mouth. She was then loaded into the back of one of the trucks and taken to W.A.A.M.'s main office and one of them took the car to be disposed of.

Knowing it would be sometime before the closing manager slept off the effects of the sedative the members of W.A.A.M. set their sights on The Amazon. She was **** into Clarissa's office where the busty red-head was waiting. She had styled her long auburn hair into an intricate braid with a simple gold tiara. She had dressed herself in a red leather corset with black booty shorts and black knee high boots. "Put her there would you ladies?" she asked over the Amazon's muffled screams.

"Absolutely," one of the other slavers laughed as they took her over to the spanking bench in Clarissa's office.

"Oh wait!" she said stopping her fellow slavers in their tracks. "I almost forgot, we have to make sure this cutie is dressed for the occasion," she said as she slowly approached with a disrobing knife. The Amazon screamed into her gag as Clarissa skillfully cut away her leather bikini. With the bikini gone, they quickly placed the soon to be collared **** girl onto the spanking bench. Once she was on it The Amazon realized that this spanking bench was different from the ones she had used. This one had a large opening for her breasts.

"Let us know if you need any help Clarissa," the last of the other slavers said before she left the room, leaving Clarissa with her two guards, and brunette **** girl tethered to the office wall.

"You know, one of my favorite things to do is make Amazons realize they look so much better with a collar around their necks.," Clarissa said as she began to play with her captive's large breasts until her nipples were hard and pointed. Without a word she attached a pair of nipple clamps. "I bet you're wondering what this opening is for hmm?" Clarissa asked sweetly.

"Wait! This opening is actually for something?!" The Amazon thought in a panic. Clarissa pulled two small pins out of the bench and left them hanging by their strings. She smiled at the Amazon as she pushed the front of the bench back until her captive's breasts were pinched painfully between the two sections.

"How do you like the built in breast press sweetie?" Clarissa asked as she caressed the bound Amazon's cheek.

"Uck urr!" she grunted in response. Clarissa laughed as she went to her desk and retrieved a paddle.

"A favorite of your groups," she said as she showed her captive the paddle. "especially when it comes to blondes, or so I'm told," Clarissa added as she went around to The Amazon's ass. "You know, I never got your name. Oh well, whatever it is, I'm sure Cunt Licker will suit you better." WHACK!

_"MMMMMRRRRRAAAHHH!!!" _The Amazon screamed into her gag as she pulled wildly at the cuffs and straps keeping her secured to the spanking bench.

"You just let me know when you've had enough, Cunt Licker." WHACK!