The Amazonian Raid

McKenna and three other Amazons had left the city and went to an Amazon camp a couple of hours North. The camp in question was disguised as a roadside motel. They entered and requested a private meeting room to the clerk who led them to a quiet back room. Once there the clerk left and McKenna tilted the head of a bust sculpture of Aphrodite and flipped a hidden switch. Doing so caused a section of the floor to open up revealing a hidden staircase down to the holding area where many an unsuspecting free woman had accepted her new life as a collared **** girl.

"Are we clear on the plan?" McKenna asked as they made their way down an underground passage to a door marked "EQUIPMENT ROOM," passing many red-assed **** girls along the way.

"Yeah," an African-American Amazon said, looking at her nails disinterestedly.

"Bust in, take everyone down, strip the bitches, and leave with as many new **** girls as possible," a young brunette Amazon said. She was new and enthusiastic.

"A bit simply put, Serina, but correct," McKenna said as she traded out her street clothes for military-style fatigues. Over the fatigues went several pieces of titanium-plated armor that were heavily insulated underneath, the thickest of which was at the chest. Once redressed the four Amazons grabbed their weaponry. Each carried what slavers commonly called "capture weapons." Each slaver's primary weapon was an **** rifle that fired a blue energy beam that would disrupt a target's neurological system making them lose consciousness. Their backup weapons were pistols of a similar type. Each also carried several flash-bang grenades to confuse and disorient those close by as well as a gas grenade that would have a similar effect to their rifles and pistols.

After getting properly outfitted, the four made their way to the garage where they climbed into the back of a large hover truck that was normally used to transport slaves. This time, however, it would drop the team of Amazons on a road about alongside a thickly wooded area. A mile trek through the woods and they would come to a suspected W.A.A.M. site, a large inn not too unlike their motel.

A little over two hours later, McKenna and the other Amazons lay just inside the tree line, the tall brunette looking through a small but highly powerful pair of binoculars. The tall brunette saw no activity out of the ordinary, but that was to be expected. No free woman would be dumb enough to stay at an inn that had a sign in front saying "Owned by slavers." McKenna sighed as she checked her watch "Four hours until sundown. I've always hated this part," she thought.

Inside the inn, Margot Ellis, and Genavive MacTavish sat in one of the inn's bedrooms. Margot is a woman of average height with shoulder-length black hair and dark brown eyes. She wore a simple button-down white shirt and denim jeans that hugged her figure flatteringly. Genevieve is a tall woman with a very fair complexion and long flowing red hair that when she allowed it to hang down freely, nearly reached her ass. Currently, it was up in a stylish bun. She wore a simple light green tee shirt and a modest knee-length denim skirt. Beside her, sat a Haliburton briefcase. At a nearby wall their **** girls, one brunette and one blonde stood tethered to the wall by their leashes. Each of the women bent at her waist sticking out her ass and making herself available for use.

"So, Gen, what did you want to talk about?" Margot asked taking a sip of her favorite sweet red wine.

"You know how the board wanted me to comb through some of the old records, to see if I can find anything that might lead to suspected Amazon sites and maybe some of ours that have been abandoned over the years?"

"Yeah," Margot said with a raised eyebrow. "If you found something, shouldn't you be telling the board?"

"That's just it. If I tell the board what I found, I'm not so sure they'd want to hear it."

"Why, what the hell did you find?" Margot asked, now fully intrigued. Gevavive sighed before downing the last of her wine.

"Do you know why W.A.A.M. was founded? Or how the long-standing conflict between us and The Amazons started?" Genevieve asked. Margo shrugged.

"To make money in the **** trade same as anyone else I suppose. And as far as The Amazons go, they didn't like having female competition."

"Yeah, that is the official story, but look at this," she said as she picked up the metal briefcase, unlocked it, and set some of its contents on the table between them. Slowly Margot reached across the table and slid the papers closer to her and began skimming through them.

"Wait, is this right?!" Margot asked a few short minutes later.

"Yeah, I have some evidence that suggests it is."

"Jesus, I guess it makes sense. W.A.A.M. is founded by a group of women that feel Amazons are traitors to women and promise to only enslave Amazons. But, despite early success money gets tight so we expand into enslaving Non-Amazons."

"Yeah," Genevieve said now placing the documents back into the briefcase, "and, when members find out they protest. Take a look at this," she added putting another document down on the table. Again Margot quickly skimmed the pages in front of her.

"Is this what I think it is?" Margot asked.

"It certainly looks like it," Genavie answered. "One sheet is a list of names and physical descriptions of members who spoke out against enslaving Non-Amazons on the first sheet..."

"And on the second, suspiciously similar descriptions with degrading **** names on the second," Margot finished. "Does anyone else know about this?"

"Yeah, I've shown a couple of other girls. Brandi Jacobs, and Emma Sylvina," Genevieve said as she packed away the second group of documents.

"How did they take the news?"

"Same as you."

Margot let out a frustrated sigh, "Come on," she said as she stood and grabbed her ****'s leash. "We need to go, We have to win some of the other girls over."

The two made their way to the inn's public parking area, secured their slaves in the backseat of their cars, and left together. Both women realized they were likely facing an uphill battle. The enslavement of women had proved to be very profitable for many of the members of W.A.A.M. They knew that asking other members and especially the board to give up enslaving other women and only focusing on Amazons was risky, it would make them a lot of enemies. In the treeline, McKenna watched as two cars left and headed back towards New L.A.

When the sun finally sank below the horizon, McKenna gave the signal and the four Amazons quickly closed on the inn and split off into pairs. One team took their place at the back door, while McKenna and Serina as quickly and quietly as possible. When they got to the door, she quietly spoke into her radio. "Masks on," she ordered as she slipped a gas mask over her head. She watched as Serina did the same.

"Masks on," she heard over the radio.

"Copy, gas, and enter on my mark," she said as she reached across the door and took hold of the handle. She looked over at Serina who held a green canister with a silver pin at the top in her right hand. McKenna nodded to the younger Amazon. "Gas and enter! Gas and enter!" she said as she pushed the handle down and pushed the door open just far enough for Serina to throw the gas grenade in. Once she did she closed the door tightly and held it in place. "Go! Go! Go!" she said after hearing the distinctive loud pop and hiss that meant the grenade was spraying its contents.

Once again, she shoved open the door and she and Serina entered through the front as their fellow Amazons did the same at the rear. In the inn's entryway, both men and women fought for consciousness before slipping into darkness. The Amazons smiled to themselves, the gas would keep its victims **** for hours. When they woke up, they would feel hungover but have little to no memory of what happened.

Once they had cleared the inn they began using specialized equipment designed to help find any hidden passageways. The members of W.A.A.M. put up some fight, but it was clear that they were completely unprepared for any kind of attack. Despite what their weapons were designed to do, The Amazons did manage to capture one of the members of W.A.A.M. still conscious when she tried to make a run for it with her ****. Just before one of them could pull the trigger on her stun gun, Serina rounded the corner out into the hall from the room she had been clearing and drove the stock of her stun rifle into her fellow female slaver's stomach. Seeing her mistress fall to the ground, the docile blonde **** girl quickly knelt to the ground.

McKenna laughed as she approached and removed her gas mask. "Nicely done Sirena," she said smiling at the younger Amazon.

"Thanks," Sirena said taking off her mask.

"You know, it's almost like you dumb cunts never thought you'd ever be discovered," McKenna said looking at the member of W.A.A.M. She then went to the kneeling **** girl. "Hmm, long blonde hair, big tits, pretty green eyes. You were born to be a **** girl weren't you?" The **** girl nodded enthusiastically. McKenna walked behind the blonde **** girl and pressed on the back of her head. Obediently the blonde lowered her head to the ground, and her short pink satin skirt rode up, revealing her bubble-shaped ass. "Uh-oh, we seem to have a problem. A pretty blonde without a reddened ass."

"We have about an hour before the truck gets here, why don't we go have some fun? There's a punishment room right there," the African-American Amazon said."

"Natasha, that is a wonderful idea. you bring the bitch, Serina, get the blonde."

"Right behind you," Serina said with a broad smile as she followed McKenna into the punishment room, the blonde **** following closely behind the slaver that now held her leash. Behind her, Natasha and the fourth Amazon brought the struggling member of W.A.A.M.

When they got into the punishment room, the blonde was placed into stocks, and the member of W.A.A.M. in a tall metal frame with cuffs at the corners that spread her out like an X. "Serina, find something to turn that one's ass red with. I'll handle this bitch," she said as she pulled out her hooked disrobing knife and began slowly and carefully dragging the sharp hooked blade along the seems of the soon-to-be ****'s shirt.

"What about us?" Natasha asked.

"You and Veronica gather up the others and get them ready for transport back to the city. Feel free to have some fun with them."

"Sounds good, come on Veronica," Natasha said as she clapped the slender brunette next to her on the shoulder.

"Careful sweetie, I'd hate to cut you," McKenna said in a teasing sweet tone when the member of W.A.A.M. tried to pull on her bonds.

WHACK! The first crack of the paddle against defenseless flesh echoed off the walls along with the blonde ****'s muffled scream.

"Please, please, let me go. I...I can give you more information on W.A.A.M. You can keep Ashley there, the other slaves, and the other members just ple...." the member of W.A.A.M. said, speaking for the first time since being captured. Her pleas for mercy were cut off by having a blue ball gag shoved into her mouth.

"Get used to that, bitch," McKenna said sternly as she cinched the strap tight. WACK! The second swat from the paddle made the blonde ****, whom The Amazons now knew was named Ashley scream again. The member of W.A.A.M. looked ahead and saw her ****'s ass beginning to turn pink and her legs trembling.

"Well, Ashley was it?" Serina asked rubbing the paddle against the blonde's ass getting ready to deliver the next swat. "You might as well get used to this too. There's always room for another blonde in the kennels on Themescyra. And everyone knows blondes make the best salves and look best with red and bruised asses!" WHACK!

Once McKenna had finished cutting away the member of W.A.A.M.'s clothing, she made her fellow slaver go through the added humiliation of having her pussy shaved. After this was done, McKenna began teasing the bound woman's pussy until it began to glisten with need. She smiled to herself and began pumping her index and middle fingers deep into her captive's pussy, making sure to stimulate her G-spot with each inward thrust. Quickly the doomed slaver came to the edge of an orgasm and just before she could go over the edge, McKenna stopped. All the while the captured slaver watched as Ashley's ass was paddled until it was a deep dark red and she was sobbing through her gag.

"Do you know what the lowest form of life is?" McKenna asked looking up at the former slaver. "No? Well, I'll tell you. The lowest form of life is a free woman that would eat the pussy of a **** girl. Which to get this," she said now holding up a black leather **** collar. "you'll need to eat our new pretty blonde salve and make her cum, of course, you won't be cumming yourself until you have this around your pretty neck."

"NNNNOOOOO!!" the member of W.A.A.M. wailed as McKenna began to finger fuck her again. Just like before, she was pushed right to the edge only to be denied release. A few minutes later, she began the **** for a third time. Time after time she skillfully pushed the former **** right to the edge of an organ. After nearly forty-five minutes of constantly edging her captive, McKenna stood.

"Want this yet?" she asked with a wicked smile. The slaver looked back at her with a look of pure desperation on her face and nodded her head. "I thought you might," McKenna laughed as she began undoing the slaver's cuffs. Unable to stand on her own she sank to her knees. McKenna grabbed the former slaver's hair and **** her over to the waiting blonde. "Eat!" she ordered as she shoved the slaver's face into the blonde's pussy.

"Truck should be here soon," Natasha said as she entered the room. "Ah got her to break did you?"

"Yep," McKenna said as she grabbed the slaver's dark red locks and pulled her head back. "Make her cum before the truck gets here, or I swear I will paddle you myself until we get back to the city!" she said before pressing the former slaver's face to her former ****'s pussy once again.

Miles away in New L.A. Alexander Condree sat on his couch, a petite Asian **** on her knees before him, obediently sucking on his cock. "Excuse me, Boss?" a tall man with short dark hair said after knocking on the door frame and entering the room.

"Dan, any word from the team I sent to keep an eye on our friends, The Amazons?"

"Yeah, they hit the W.A.A.M. site just like you and your brother predicted. Should we give the order to capture the truck and take them all ourselves?"

"No, tempting as that is, the smart play now is to stoke the fire. Make sure that W.A.A.M. hears of the raid."

"Understood, sir," Dan said before spinning on his heel and leaving the room.