The captured members of W.A.A.M.

Early in the day Samantha James, a woman with dark brown hair pulled into a low ponytail and dark brown eyes with DD breasts sat at a round table in the lobby of an old Spanish style ranch turned inn a few miles East of New L.A. She was dressed in a yellow tee shirt with a light denim jacket, a denim skirt that came down to her mid-thigh and dark brown leather calf high boots.

To her left was Barbra Daniels, a pretty strawberry blonde with blue-gray eyes, her long hair up in a bun, and a pair of sunglasses on her head. She wore a knee length yellow summer dress with a neckline just deep enough to tease a glimpse at her D cup breasts. She sat sipping her tea, right leg crossed over the left, one sandal hanging loosely from her toes.

To her left, was a petite blue eyed, raven haired woman named Ines De la Cruz, with C cup breasts that by the standards of post-cataclysm society would have labeled as small, looked massive on her barely five foot frame. She was dressed in a light blue tee-shirt with the logo of Wellington High School on the front, short denim shorts, and white sneakers. While in her mid twenties like the rest of her party, her small stature gave her a youthful appearance making it all the easier for her to gain the trust of women she had developed an interest in.

The final member of the cabal, was the one in charge of it all. Chelsea Whitmore. A tall brunette with piercing blue eyes. She wore a dark blue suit with a knee length skirt an black three inch heels. She left her hair down freely. She scanned the lobby of the inn. The four were members of W.A.A.M. at the inn looking for potential targets. While cities provided a plethora of potential targets, but, the laws made enslaving women tricky. While most believed the slavers had apposed the laws when they were first ratified. In fact it was the slavers that had privately pushed for the laws. If anyone could through a collar around the neck of a bitch ex-girlfriend or wife, or maybe a man would enslave a woman who ignored his affections. Perhaps a woman would enslave her rival, or the woman the man she chose over her. All of these instances would cut into the bottom line of a slaving operation. Paying off a few cold coins to a registration clerk, or letting them sample a delectable **** girls charms was a small price to pay.

"Well, there are a few possibilities," Samantha said as she glanced over at a couple of college girls in U.S.C. tee-shirts.

"They caught my eye too," Ines said, "Should I make the usual approach?"

"Possibly," Chelsea said as she scanned the room. They had received word that a couple of Amazons would be coming through with a few **** girls, They had been hoping to be able to catch them off guard, take the **** girls for themselves, and enslave the Amazons. The would be easy to pick out, they almost never went anywhere not dressed in those red leather bikinis of their's.

A few minutes later, a dark haired woman in a red leather bikini and thigh high red leather boots walked passed the four members of W.A.A.M. without paying them any mind. She took a key ring off of her bikini's belt and walked into one of the nearby rooms. Chelsea smiled to herself. "One of them on her own?" Chelsea asked in shock. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. "Keep watch, she won't be alone for long," Chelsea ordered.

"Are you sure?" Barbra asked.

"I am more than capable of handling one Amazon, that doesn't even know I'm coming," Chelsea said as she strode toward the door the Amazon had left open. "The stupid bitch left the door open, this will be too easy," she thought as she slipped into the room and closed the door, being careful not to let the door click too loudly. She rushed into the main area of the room and found nothing. Nothing but a king size bed, and a small empty cage. A look of confusion crossed her face as a hidden panel opened behind her and two men stepped out ready to pounce on the slaver.

What the ill fated slaver didn't know was that this inn, was owned by Alexander Condree and was nothing more than a slaving station. A perfectly legal way of enslaving unsuspecting women outside of city walls. On any given day any number of women could catch the well trained eye of the inn keeper, a man on Alexander's payroll of course, and leave in a collar and little else. Each room was soundproofed as not to alert any guests or other potential future merchandise of the inn's true purpose. Each room also had at least two entrances to secret tunnels connecting them to one another, and to a large secret underground garage. It was entirely possible to enter one room and exit a room on the opposite side of the building without ever being seen. Moreover, she didn't know that the information she had been given, was provided through Alexander and the "Amazon" she had seen was merely a well trained obedient **** girl that knew she would gain her master's favor by helping him enslave a female slaver.

"Hey what the fuck! Get off!" Chelsea yelled as the two men **** her to the ground. As one held her down the other began using a sharp disrobing knife to cut away her clothes. "Barbra! Samantha! Ines! Help!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"They can't here you princess, and we don't want to either," another man said as he pressed a blue ball gag into the future **** girls mouth. The **** that had pretended to be an Amazon was now naked and kneeling by the man's side. "Very well done," he said as he pet the **** girl's head. "I'll make sure the boss knows what a good decoy you were.

Despite her struggling Chelsea was soon dressed in a latex bodysuit and hood that left her tits. ass, and pussy available for use. With nothing but her her most important parts visible along with her eyes there was no way that her friends would recognize her. She **** her through the open panel, then down below and back up the other side and eventually out of a room on the opposite side of the lobby from where she had entered after the decoy.

"Looks like somebody's in for it," Ines said as she caught sight of three men pulling a disobedient **** girl in a black latex body suit towards the center of the room. one of them pressed a button and four chains with cuffs at the end of them began lowering from the ceiling. Working together the three men soon had Chelsea hung up and hanging from her wrists and ankles. The three men left a small cane sitting on and end table as they left.

Not wanting to miss an opportunity Ines and the others quickly made there way to Chelsea, not knowing it was their friend that hung from the ceiling with her most intimate parts for all to see. "Somebody's been a naughty girl," Ines said as she picked up the can and pressed it against Chelsea's right breast.

"Mmm hmm mm hmmm!" Chelsea tried to tell them who she was, but, with her mouth filled with the ball gag, all that came out were muffled mumbles.

"Looks like we're just going to have to punish you, you bad girl," Ines said with an evil smile. CRACK! Ines used the cane on Chelsea's breast.

"Mmmmm!"she screamed into the gag as she thrashed in her chains. Ines laughed as she handed off the cane to Barbra.

"You've obviously been a bad girl," she said as she raised the cane. "And bad girls get punished!" CRACK!

"Mmmmmm!!! Mmmm!" Chelsea screamed and thrashed again as she tried desperately to let them know who she was as Samantha took the can and held it against Chelsea's neatly trimmed pussy. "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmm!" she screamed in terror as sh thrashed in her bonds and shook her head.

"Awe, look who regrets being a bad girl," Samantha said looking right into Chelsea's eyes. She failed to recognize her friend, while she was still collarless, one **** girl looked pretty much like another. CRACK!

"Mmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!" Chelsea screamed as she threw her head back in agony and tried desperately to get out of her bonds. She didn't even notice that Samantha handed the cane back to Ines. _CRACK! _Another scream as the cane was passed yet again. CRACK! Another stroke of the cane, another scream, and another pass of the dreaded implement. "I'd do anything to stop this," she thought to herself as her fellow members of W.A.A.M. continued to cane her. She lost count of the strokes she took before Ines stopped mid-stroke.

"Where's Chels?" Ines asked.

"Maybe she came out," Samantha suggested.

"With a newly collared former Amazon and didn't stop to say 'Hi'?" Barbra asked sarcastically.

"Okay, good point," Ines said putting the cane down on the end table.

"Hello Chels, you in there!?" Samantha as she knocked on the door to the room she had gone into and got no answer.

"Spread out, we have to find her and be careful," Barbra said as she moved towards the second floor.

"I'll stay down here," Ines said as she moved toward the bartender to ask if he had seen her.

"I'll check outback, maybe she went to see if the inn keeps pony girls," Samantha said heading towards the back door.

As the three women frantically searched for their missing friend they failed to notice the men return and take Chelsea into the room she had been brought from, then taken down to the secret garage and holding area. Once there she was forded to her knees. One of them men looked at her with a smile. He was a tall man with a sun kissed tone and short sandy blond hair. He was dressed in a dark denim jeans and a black tee-shirt with black and yellow sneakers.

"Would you like to go back out to the lobby?" he asked.

"Mmm mm," Chelsea mumbled into her gag as she shook her head.

"Okay then, do you want this?" he asked as he held up a black leather **** collar. Chelsea whimpered into her gag as tears formed in her eyes and she nodded her head. The man quickly removed her hood revealing the brunette's pretty face once more. "Neck here ****," he said as he held out the collar with one hand at each end and lightly tapping the center with hiss index finger. "Good girl," he said as she pressed her neck against the soft padding of the inner lining and he buckled it around the back of her neck forever sealing her fate as a **** girl.

"So, first spanking then?" a young man with dark red hair dressed in denim shorts, a New L.A. Dodgers tank top and black sandals asked with a smile.

"No kid, that's for the boss, he's her master at least until he sells her. I would like to test her oral skills though," he said as he pulled his cock out with one hand and unbuckled Chelsea's ball gag with the other. When the hardened rubber ball came free she knew she only had one real choice.

"Sir, may I please suck your cock?" she asked averting her eyes. SMACK! the man slapped her across the face making her gasp as it took her by surprise.

"Properly this time girl, or I'm sure I can find something to tan your ass with."

"Sir, may I please suck your cock?" she asked this time looking directly at his hard cock.

"You may." Chelsea leaned forward, took him in her mouth and began to bob her head.

"See Mikey," he said looking at the red-headed man, "This is why female slavers make the best slaves. Deep down they know they are more fit for a collar," he said before he groaned and grabbed a fistful of Chelsea's long brown hair.