Curiosity wins out

I could not help but become more and more curious of this DAALS group. They really took White people as slaves? So after Carmen left that morning, I showered and got dressed. I picked out one of my favorite sundresses in floral print with a cute wrap around belt. Underneath I wore pink panties and a sport bra, because it was hidden under the dress. I decided to remove my collar, and left it laying on the bed. Once dressed, I used the back entrance of the hotel so I wouldn't be seen leaving by anyone. Now I was free and clear to do my own investigation.

I turned the corner into a trash filled alley way. The trash made it impossible for vehicles to use, but a person could pick their way through the mounds of piled garbage as long as they were careful. But why did I wear high heels? "Stupid move!" I thought to myself. I took them off, and stuffed them into my clutch bag, and slowly picked my way through the mounds of garbage. I was relieved once I made it through to the other side, and I saw a fairly clean street in front of me.

I was in the process of putting on my heels when I heard an all too familiar voice. It was the voce of Camelia, the Amazon from the club. "What are you doing out here, little White bird?' she asked. "And look, you're all alone. Where is your mistress? Why are you wearing clothes? And where is your collar?"

I bit my lower lip, too afraid to move or say anything at first. Then I noticed two other girls from the club with Camelia. They had me pinned from all sides, but for the garbage infested alley behind me.

"Answer her, Isabelle," said the girl on my right.

"I was just curious about the town. I wanted to see more of it for myself."

"I think you're lying," said Camelia. "And since you don't have your collar on, that makes you fair game for anyone who takes a fancy to you."

"I-I'll go back and get it!" I exclaimed.

"You will do no such thing!" Camelia barked at me as she closed ranks around me. "What you will do is take off those clothes, and take them off now!"

I backed up toward the garbage strewn alley as far as I could before hitting a pile, and fallig backwards over it.

"Look girls!" laughed the one to my left. "It's a pile of White trash! What shall we do with it?" She wasted no time as she pulled out a nasty looking stiletto, and flicked it open. "Let's get a good look at what's inside that dress!" She lunged on top of me, and brought the knife up to my neck. "I don't want to ruin such a pretty dress. There is nowhere for you to run. You will obey Camelia, or I will cut it off, piece by piece, until you are naked. Do you understand?"

I was petrified. I nodded my head in response, and she got up off of me. She helped me to my feet, and waved the knife at me, menacingly. I started to cry as I undid my belt. I felt so much shame! But there was something else I also felt. Excitement? How could this be? yet i was becoming excited and aroused at the same time. I slipped the sundress down over my breasts, and let it fall in a heap around my ankles.

"Underwear too!" barked Camelia.

I jumped as i hooked the sides of my panties, and slid them down my legs. I tried to cover my nicely trimmed bush with one hand while removing my tube type sports bra with the other.

"No hiding the goods!" Camelia barked again.

I moved my hand slowly away from my pubic mound, and took off my bra. I now stood there naked, except for my high heels.

"That's a nice little thatch of pubic hair you have. I see the carpet matches the drapes. that is good. So many White American women are not natural. You will fetch a fair price, after we train you. Carmen did well," commented Camelia. She was close to me now, and could feel her hot breath on me as her hand reached down to my pussy. My heart jumped, and I gasped at her touch. Then she thrust a finger up inside me. "Nice and tight" she said, twirling her finger around inside me. "Nice and wet, too. It's almost like you want this to happen. Do you want this to happen? Is that what brought you out of your room today? Speak!"

"All right," I began. "I was curious about DALLS. I was going to ask around about it, and maybe take in some sights afterward."

"Your curiosity has just been rewarded. you are going to find out all about DAALS first hand as one of its newest White slaves. Obey us, and you will be rewarded. Fight us, and you will be punished. is that understood?"

I lowered my head in shame as her finger continued to swirl around inside my pussy, bringing my arousal to a raging fever. "I understand. I won't give you any trouble."

"You are now mine to do with as I please. You will forget Carmen in time. She will no longer matter to you. I am your Master. Never call me Mistress. A mistress is someone who fucks married men. Now get down on your knees, and prepare to serve me and my friends."