Recruit and enslave

Using her substantial savings, Margot bought a home in what was considered an upper-middle-class section of The Pasadena District. Over the last few days, she and the other former members of W.A.A.M had created a new group of female slavers calling themselves The Purists. Their goal was first to weed out those from W.A.A.M that wouldn't give up enslaving free women and focus solely on the enslavement of Amazons, and rebuild W.A.A.M into what it was intended to be. Those who refused were themselves enslaved and sold off.

At the moment, Margot and her current guest, Tiffany Hill, a blonde member of W.A.A.M were sitting at Margot's kitchen table, and Margot had just finished The Purists' sales pitch.

"You've got to be kidding right?" the blonde member of W.A.A.M said with a look of disbelief. "The board will never go for this."

"Not now, sure, but if we get enough of us together, show enough people the evidence then they will," Margot said trying to argue her point.

"No, I will not be a part of this," Tiffany said in a tone that let Margot know she would not be convinced.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Margot said with a nod. Little did Tiffany realize that Saleen and Genevieve had quietly entered the room. As soon as Margot nodded, the two other Purists grabbed the blonde.

"Hey! What the fuck! Let me go! HELP!" Tiffany screamed as she was wrestled to the ground.

"Scream all you want, Tiffany. This entire place is soundproof," Margot said as Saleen and Genevieve held Tiffany down, and she began cutting away the blonde's clothes with a disrobing knife. Within minutes, Tiffany had been stripped naked, carried to the basement, and placed over a metal bar that ran the room's length. The Purists held her in place while Margo put Tiffany's ankles in a spreader bar and her wrists in two leather cuffs attached to the center of the spreader bar.

"What now?" Saleen asked.

"Convince her to wear a collar, what else?" Genevieve said with a slight laugh.

"Anybody got any ideas?" a redheaded woman leading a tall African-American woman on a leash asked as they walked into the room. "Sorry, I'm late."

"That's okay, Sara. How were things at the office?"

"Chaotic, between our work, and The Amazon's most recent raid there's all kinds of chatter going about."

"And, how's Clarissa?" Margot asked.

"On the warpath."

"Did she recognize, Jayla?"

"Please," Sara scoffed.

"Can we borrow her by chance? I'd like her help to convince Tiffany she would be better off with a collar around her neck."

"Sure," Sara said with a shrug. She turned and faced the **** girl. "Be sure to obey Margot Jayla." The dark-skinned **** girl nodded. Margot removed the ball gag from Jayla's mouth.

"Eat her pussy, she is not to cum. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Margot," Jayla said before lowering herself to her hands and knees and crawling over to Tiffany and began eating the blonde's pussy.

"As for you," Margot said as she walked around to the captive blonde's front. and she held up a white leather **** collar for her to see. "When you want to cum, address me properly and beg for this. Then maybe I'll let you cum."

After an hour of being teased and denied, Tiffany had begged for her collar but had not been allowed to cum. Instead, she knelt teary-eyed with her new collar around her neck, and her arms cuffed behind her back in front of her new mistress and the other Purists.

Margot stood from her chair and removed her jeans and panties before sitting back down. "Now, Tiffany, I'll have to think of a better name for you, come thank me for putting that pretty collar around your neck," she ordered spreading her legs. Tiffany waddled forward on her knees, buried her face between Margot's legs, and rubbed her nose up and down her slit until her gag was removed. As soon as it was, she began working with her tongue. All the while she feared what she knew what would eventually be coming: Her first spanking as a **** girl.