The Amazons

Cassie silently wept. She had been quickly gagged, stripped, and hogtied in roughly hewn ropes before being carried to the room she was now lying in. She had no idea how long she had been here, but she knew by the red leather bikinis that she had been captured by Amazons.

In her small room, she had heard things. There were several girls here waiting to be collared. A shiver went down her spine whenever she heard footsteps, fearing that they were coming for her. Her stomach churned each time she heard them talk excitedly about putting a collar around a virgin neck, especially the blonde. She was terrified of the sounds she had loved until she took her fateful trip down the trapdoor. The satisfying smacking pop of a bare hand against flesh. The loud crack of a paddle. The snapping crack of a leather strap or whip as it met sensitive flesh. The way a cane or riding crop whistled through the air on its way to its defenseless target. The cries of pain, the pleas for mercy, the promises to behave.

Now she feared them. She feared them because she fully understood that sooner or later, she, like so many before her, would be on the receiving end.

"Oh God, please no! No! No!" she thought as three Amazons entered the room. She began to scream into her gag and squirm as they reached down for her. The three slavers laughed as one took hold of her left elbow, the second her right, and the third the strand of rope running from her ankles to a series of knots at her mid-back.

Despite her struggles, the three women carried her with relative ease into the next room. When she saw it, Cassie knew that this was where new girls were collared and collared slaves were likely punished.

The room was large and circular. Nearly every kind of bondage furniture she had ever seen or heard about was in the room. Any implement for pain or pleasure was nearby as well. What frightened the eighteen-year-old blonde most of all was the other Amazons sitting in the chairs around the room. All were arranged, they could get a good view of any woman unfortunate enough to be brought here. Each of them had a kneeling **** girl at her side. As much as she wanted to resist, and she would, Cassie knew deep down that when she left this room, she would have a collar of her own around her neck. Her heart pounded as the three women gently set her on the floor.

"What should we do with the little princess here?" one of them asked as she poked Cassiein the ribs with the toe of her boot. "Little princess," had long been a derogatory term for **** girls, both collared and soon-to-be.

"So many options," one of the others answered tapping her chin as if in thought. "Take a riding crop or cane to her feet."

"Ruined orgasms?" another suggested.

"Pour hot wax on her tits and cunt, then whip it off once it cools?" the third suggested.

"How about making her ride the bondage horse?"

"Or the sybian, let's see how many times she cums before she begs for her collar!"

"As much fun as that all sounds, I think we've overlooked something," the Amazon who had prodded Cassie with her boot said as she squat down and ran her fingers through the bound teen's silky blonde hair.

"The paddle!" They all said together. Cassie was sure that the three slavers had decided what to do with her long ago, but were simply now playing to the crowd, and letting her fear and anticipation build.

They quickly released her from the ropes, and despite her struggles, placed her wrists into a pair of black leather handcuffs. She was then taken to a slim chain hanging down from the ceiling. Beneath the chain was a set of ankle cuffs that were bolted to the floor. They quickly put the ankle cuffs on and clipped the chain to the small one joining the handcuffs.

"So," one of The Amazons said as they moved in front of her. For the first time, she saw all three of them. One was a redhead, and the other two had long brown hair. It was the redhead that had spoken. "Who gets to go first?"

"Amber, Michelle," one of the brunettes said as she first looked at the redhead, then at the other brunette. "I see only one way to fairly decide: Rock, Paper, Scissors."

The other two agreed and after four rounds, it was decided that Michelle would go first. She went and retrieved a darkly colored wooden paddle with the words "THE PERSUADER" burned into it in a neatly flowing font.

"Alright, blondie, this is how this works," Michelle said as she stood in front of the soon-to-be **** girl, making sure she had a good look at the paddle she would soon be intimately familiar with. Before continuing, she moved behind Cassie. "I will say, 'position,' and you will bend over for a swat. Do that oh let's say fifty times and you get your collar. However, if you refuse to bend over or don't do so quickly enough, I make you." To illustrate her point, Michelle stepped on a hidden pressure switch. When she did, it engaged a series of weights and pulleys that pulled Cassie's hands up and **** her to bend over. "Anytime I or one of my friends makes you bend over, the swat doesn't count. Understand?" Cassie gave no reply. "No? Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out," she said with a shrug. "Position!"

To no one's surprise, the pretty blonde teen didn't move. She tried valiantly to fight against the weight pulling at her arms, but, she quickly found herself bent over. WHACK! "AAAAHHHH!" The sounds of the paddle meeting her flesh and of her pained and barely muffled scream of pain mixed as they echoed off the walls of the large room.

"Position," Michelle ordered. She waited a few seconds before stepping on the switch again. Just like before, Cassie fought against the weight pulling at her arms only to be **** to bend over and receive another swat from the paddle. As the swat landed, Michelle removed her foot from the switch and let the screaming blonde stand.

"Maybe if I can hold out long enough, I can prove worthy of being an Amazon," Cassie thought as she tried to give herself a reason for her defiance.

"Position." Again Cassie refused to move and was **** into position for a third swat.

On and on it went. After the tenth swat, Michelle handed the paddle to one of her fellow Amazons. It was only then that Cassie truly realized how pointless her defiance was.

"Position," the new Amazon said. Tears of pain and now of remorse for host status as a free woman. She quickly bent over, now resigned to her fate.

WHACK! The paddle landed and again Cassie screamed. With a fresh arm behind it and the now bruised and swollen state of her ass, the last swat had easily been the most painful thing the young blonde had ever experienced.

"One!" The crowd of Amazons counted.

_"Oh God, I-I don't think I can take forty-nine more!" _Cassie thought in a panic.

"Position!" Cassie quickly stuck out her ass for the next swat.

After the last swat was finally delivered, Cassie hung limply by the chain. Her voice was horse from screaming, silent tears streamed down her face, and a glob of snot hung from her nose.

One of The Amazons held a piece of tissue paper to her nose. "Blow," she ordered. Cassie obeyed and offered a weak and muffled "thank you," for the one act of kindness she had been shown. However, she doubted that she had been heard.

"Alright, Princess," she heard one of The Amazons say just before two others grabbed her. The chain holding her up was undone and the two Amazons helped their newest **** girl lower herself to her knees so she wouldn't fall and get hurt. "Do you want this?" Michelle asked as she held out a pink leather collar with black foam padding on the inside so the paddling was toward the blonde. Slowly, Cassie nodded her head. "Neck here, Princess," Michelle said as she tapped the inside of the collar with her finger.

Cassie leaned forward and pressed her neck against the collar. The other Amazons moved her blonde hair out of the way so Michelle could buckle the collar.

"Take her to get dressed before we continue our fun," one of the other Amazons said. Cassie, who now suspected she would be answering to "Princess" was taken to another side room where she was bound between two vertical polls by wrist and ankle cuffs, leaving her spread-eagled.

Her heart pounded as she heard the thud of boots crossing the floor. A dark-haired Amazon walked around her and fondled her breasts.

"They worked your ass over with the paddle. Too bad I didn't get to take a swing or two myself. Oh well," she paused as she put her index finger under Cassie's chin. "We'll just have to have our fun later. Won't we, Princess?" Princess nodded her head. "Good girl."

The Amazon left and went to a large armoire. After looking inside for a few minutes, she selected a black silk half-bra with pink lace trim, a matching short satin skirt, and pink six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes. She set them down on a small table and smiled at Princess. The newly collared **** girl's eyes darted to the clothes she knew she would soon be in. Tears began to sting her eyes once more, but, she refused to let them fall.

"I've heard the rumors about how Amazons treat blondes," she thought as she looked at the garments. She knew she would look beautiful and enticing in the next to nothing she would be wearing. "Oh, God! I'm going to spend the rest of my life on my knees eating pussy or getting spanked!" she thought as the full reality of her situation finally set in. The sound of The Amazon clapping brought her out of her thoughts. She watched as two dark-haired serving girls emerged from the shadows at the far end of the room. Each wore nothing but black six-inch stilleto-heeled shoes, a posture collar, and a black leather **** hood that completely hid their features except for the long hair protruding from their hoods. One was a tall African-American girl, the other a petite Asian.

"Get her dressed," The Amazon said as she pointed at Princess. The two serving girls curtsied to the slaver and quickly set to their work. Within minutes she was dressed in the provided clothes. Her lips were painted a frosty pink and icy white eye shadow had been put around her eyes. The two serving girls then released her wrists and quickly placed her arms in a pink leather single glove. Finally, the two stood on either side of the newly collared blonde, curtsied to the slaver, and lowered themselves to their knees.

The Amazon said noting as she circled Princess, inspecting her and the serving girls' work. After several slow laps around her, she went back to the armoire and came back with a chain link leash with a handle made of looped black leather. She clipped it to Princess' collar and released the ankle cuffs. "Come on pretty Princess, it's time to put your tongue to work."

Princess fought back sobs as she was led back into the large room where several Amazons sat in a circle. Princess was led into the center of the circle and when she felt the quick downward jerk at her leash, dropped to her knees. "Look at that ladies!" she heard an Amazon call out. "She's a natural **** girl!"

"Of course she is, she's a blonde!" another called out.

The Amazon directly in front of Princess beckoned to her with a crooked finger. Slowly Princess crawled to The Amazon, stopping when she reached the slaver. "You know," the light brown-haired woman said as she placed her fingers under the blonde's twin and **** her to look at her. "I noticed you when you and your ****, who we've also taken ownership of when you came in." The Amazon reached down between her legs and undid a snail on the crotch of her leather bikini. She lifted the flap, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. "I think you should thank me," she added as she removed the ball gag from Princess' mouth.

With only the slightest of hesitation, Princess leaned forward and began to kiss and lick the slaver's pussy. "God, I never thought I'd be doing this," she thought as she tried to remember how she liked to have her pussy eaten. It seemed like it took forever, but eventually, the slaver's body shuddered as she came from Princess' efforts.

"Not bad for a first attempt, Princess," The Amazon said with a smile. "Now, since you are new to your collar," she continued before patting her lap. The color drained from Princess' face. Her ass still burned from the paddling she had been given. She did not want to be spanked again, but, she knew she had ****. She slowly climbed over the slaver's lap. The Amazon quickly put the gag back in place before beginning to spank Princess.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The swats came quickly, but only with a modicum of ****. Even with the moderate amount of strength The Amazon used on Princess' battered ass, the pain was excruciating. By the time it had stopped Princess was sobbing and was happy to follow the order to kneel on the floor once more. The sound of The Amazon clearing her throat caught Princess' attention. The Amazon smirked as she pointed to her pussy. Princess knew what she wanted. She had thanked the woman for being responsible for the collar around her neck, now she wanted to be thanked for spanking her. Once again Princess pressed her lips to the slaver's lower lips.

As Princess was eating pussy for only the second time, a loud explosion sounded as the door leading to the staircase that led up to the shop was blown apart. A fraction of a second later, figures in black armor that hid their features stormed the room firing stun rifles favored by slavers and **** hunters as they were designed to knock out a target without causing permanent harm. Princess stifled a scream as the Amazon she had been eating slumped in the chair having been stuck in the chest by a stun beam.

Within a couple of minutes, it was over every Amazon in the facility lay **** on the floor as the black armored figures hog-tied them. One of the figures that even with their armor, Princess could tell they were all women. One of them approached her and removed her helmet revealing a beautiful blue-eyed brunette.

"What's your name sweetie?" the brunette asked as she removed Princess' gag.

"P-P-Princess, Mistress." The brunette smiled with an amused look on her face.

"I meant before they put that collar on your neck."

"Cassie, Cassie Cahill," Princess answered nervously.

"Nice to meet you, Cassie Cahill," the brunette said as she crouched in front of the blonde teen. "We're members of The Purists, have you heard of us?"

"No, Mistress," she answered nervously expecting punishment.

"For now you can call me Chelsea. We're a new group targeting The Amazons and any member of W.A.A.M. that won't renounce the ownership of any woman who wasn't a slaver before being collared herself. I'll give you a choice, Cassie," she said as she began loosening the buckle of the collar around the **** girl's neck. "If I take this off, you renounce the ownership of the **** girl you brought here and any others. You get your freedom back, and we'll even let you keep one of these bitches if you want."

"Yes, yes, I agree! thank you, Chelsea!" Cassie answered tearfully as Chelsea removed her collar. "I have one question though, if I can ask it."

"Go ahead," Chelsea said with an amused smirk.

"Can I join you?"

"Free your **** and yes, you can." One of the others brought Miranda over and stopped her from kneeling when she instinctively began lowering herself to her knees.

"Miranda, you may now consider yourself a free woman," Cassie said as she removed Miranda's collar and ball gag, letting them fall to the floor. Miranda looked at her former mistress with a look of shock.

"Th-Thank you, Mistress," Miranda said after a long moment of silence.

"It's just Cassie now, Miranda," Cassie said with a smile. One of the other Purists brought the two former **** girls clothes meant for free women and the two quickly dressed.

"Welcome to The Purists, Cassie Cahill. Please feel free to take your pick of these bitches," Chelsea said handing the newest member of their band of slavers the very collar that had been around her own neck just moments before.