The first of the Amazons breaks

Amber was constantly whimpering now. The two one-gallon buckets that hung from her nipples were now half-full. The pain caused by the weight of the water pulling on her sensitive flesh was excruciating. She shifted as much as her bondage allowed to try and find some relief, but each movement only brought more pain. She let out a sharp hiss through her ball gag as another drop fell into each bucket.

"I won’t submit, I can't submit. I'm an Amazon, not a pathetic **** girl whose only purpose in life is to please others," she thought, faintly aware of the sounds of the door opening and closing, then the sound of two sets of footsteps approaching her.

"That's half full," she heard a man say. The sound of his voice started her, making the buckets sway beneath her. "You want this?" the man asked, holding a simple black leather **** collar under the table, where Amber could see it.

"Ruh, ruh," she grunted into her gag and shook her head. From his hand, Amber could tell this man was African-American.

"Looks like I win, Wes, ten gold coins please," the man laughed as he pulled the collar away from Amber's sight and stood up straight.

"Yeah, yeah, De' Shawn, here you go," Amber heard another man say before she heard the quiet clinking of coins.

"Those bastards were betting on me!" she thought as her eyes narrowed with rage. Her anger momentarily dulled the pain in her nipples as another drop fell into each bucket. The fact that she had bet on how quickly free women whom the Amazons had captured didn't even register in her mind.

Out of pure spite, she held out until the buckets were full, and water spilled over the sides. The two men laughed as they shut off the pump and removed the buckets. One of her tormentors grabbed her hair and pulled back, making her tilt her head back until she looked at him. This man was fair-skinned with slightly shaggy, curly blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

"Your stubbornness cost me, girl. Guess I'll have to take it out on your ass," he said with a smile that sent chills down Amber's spine.

"Rrraahh!" she screamed in a mixture of pain and relief as the clamps were removed from her nipples. Her relief was short-lived, however. When the man holding her hair let go, and she lay her head back down on the table, what she saw horrified her. They were replacing the two single-gallon buckets with a pair of two-gallon buckets.

Once the new clamps and buckets were in place, Wes went to the controls and held a switch down. The pump began again, this time, it ran constantly until De' Shawn gave a signal when the water reached the clearly marked half-full mark.

"That's a gallon on each of your titties, think you can take another gallon?" De' Shawn asked. Ten seconds later, water drops hit the buckets, and every ten seconds after.

All too soon for Amber’s liking, the two buckets were three-fourths full. Her tears were falling freely. The only small mercy she had was that her tears didn’t land in the buckets and make them fill up even faster. “How ‘bout it, do you want to see if you can fill those buckets up and try for three gallons, or do you want this?” De’ Shawn asked as he again held the collar in place for Amber to see. The shock of his threat made her scream into her gag.

“Three gallons!” she thought about the current weight pulling on her breasts, then tried to imagine what it would be like once the last fourth of the buckets was full. She let out a pathetic whine as she reluctantly accepted her fate and nodded her head. The two men laughed and shared a high five.

“I love it when an Amazon realizes a collar belongs around her neck,” De’ Shawn said as he shut off the pump, then removed the clamps from Amber’s nipples. He watched with a satisfied smile as Wes undid the cuffs at her wrists and ankles, keeping her on the table. He then pulled her off and **** her to her knees before taking the collar from De’ Shawn and placing it around Amber’s neck. As he was doing this, De’ Shawn set a straight-backed chair near the table.

“Go ahead, De’ Shawn, you won the bet.”

De’ Shawn laughed as he undid his pants and took out his large, fully erect cock before sitting down. Wes grabbed Amber’s hair and dragged her to De’ Shawn. “Wes, my friend, you are too kind,” he said with an amused laugh as he removed Amber’s gag. “Suck it bitch, and thank me for turning you into a **** girl.”

“Yes, M-Ma-Master,” Amber sobbed before De’ Shawn slapped her.

“The boss is your Master, at least until you get sent off to whoever bought your fine ass. All the rest of us you will address as ‘Sir’ when we let you use your mouth for something other than sucking cock. Is that clear, or do you need a lesson in respect?”

“I’m sorry, Sir! It won’t happen again, Sir!” she said so quickly that all of the words almost sounded like one long continuous word. The two men laughed, seeing the fear in her eyes.

“Good, now suck.”

Amber leaned forward, parting her lips and licking them as she suddenly realised how dry they had become despite the constant stream of saliva leaking from her mouth around the ball gag. “Yes, sir,” she said weakly before taking the man’s massive member into her mouth. Her jaw stretched around it. Slowly, and very unsure of what to do, she began to gag when she finally worked half of it into her mouth.

“Don’t worry, Red, you’ll get plenty of practice to get better,” Wes laughed from behind her, making her shudder.

De’ Shawn let out a slow breath as he grabbed her hair and guided her, making her take a fraction of an inch more of him each time he pressed her head down. Despite her lack of skill, or her inability to take him all the way in, skills both men knew she would learn now that she was a **** girl, De’ Shawn was soon moaning in pleasure. There was an undeniable thrill he felt when getting sucked off by a newly collared **** girl, especially when she was an Amazon. Soon, the thrill and pleasure overtook him, and he erupted into her mouth.

“Swallow, and if I feel teeth, you’re going to regret it!” De’ Shawn yelled in pleasure as he held her head in place. He laughed in satisfaction as he felt Amber **** her jaw ever so slightly further apart, and heard her gulp loudly. “How’d you like your first taste of cum, **** girl?” he asked with a laugh as he pulled her mouth off of his cock with a loud, wet-sounding pop.

She didn’t answer, but when she instinctively opened her mouth to take a deep breath, Wes slipped the ball gag back into her mouth and buckled it. “Make her make some noise, man,” he laughed as De’ Shawn fastened his pants.

“My pleasure,” he said as he pulled Amber over his lap and began spanking her. Each swat of his large hand made Amber scream and kick her legs as her tender cheeks steadily turned from pristine white to bright red. All the while, images of all the women she had done this to danced through Amber’s head. Finally, after several minutes, De’ Shawn pushed Amber from his lap.

“Thank God it’s over,” she thought. She was so caught up in her humiliation and guilt, she hadn’t felt Wes place her wrists in handcuffs behind her back or remark about forgetting to cuff her in the first place. The next thing she was aware of was De’ Shwan lifting her by her hair. “No, please no,” she thought as she was greeted by the sight of his cock once more.

“Thank me for spanking you,” he said as he removed the gag from her mouth, then **** her to take him in her mouth again. This time, he didn’t sit and allow her to bob her head. This time, he stood, held her head in place, and thrust his hips. “Don’t worry slut,” he said through gritted teeth. “I won’t make you deep throat me. As much as I’d love to feel your throat close around my cock, the boss or the man who bought you she be the one to give you that training. The room filled with the sounds of her gagging, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and the sound of De’ Shawn’s grunts and groans of pleasure. “Take it, bitch! Take it!” he yelled as he held her head in place and **** half of his length into her mouth and let his pleasure overtake him.

“Nice man,” Wes laughed as he took a seat on the chair. “When you get yourself situated, bring her over, it’s my turn, and that bitch owes me ten gold coins,” he added as he rubbed his palm with a small circular wooden paddle.

De’ Swhan fastened his pants again once he placed the ball gag back in the former Amazon’s mouth and took her over to the chair where Wes waited, paddle in hand. As soon as she saw the dreaded impiment, the color drained from her face. “You’ll have to let me know if it’s better to give or receive,” Wes laughed. “Now get over my lap.”

Slowly, and knowing she had no real choice, Amber rose just high enough to lean forward and let herself fall into place over the other man’s lap. She didn’t want to be spanked again. She especially didn’t want to be paddled. The muffled screams of all the free women she had ever paddled until they begged for a **** collar, and of all the **** girls she had ever paddled, echoed in her mind. She had no say in what happened to her now. She was only a **** girl. Her choices were simple: Obey and hope for some form of mercy, or resist and suffer worse pain.

Without warning, the paddle came down against her already burning cheeks with a thunderous crack that startled her, and for a split second, her brain failed to register the pain, but once it did, she felt the worst pain she had ever felt. The second swat landed just as hard as she was in mid-scream from the first. Her entire body went rigid before she began to wildy kick her feet.

“I told you I was going to take the ten coins you cost me out on your ass,” Wes said as he gave De’ Shawn a friendly wink before delivering the third swat. After delivering a total of ten hard swats, one for each lost coin, Wes let the paddle fall to the floor with a loud clatter. He shoved Amber, who was now a blubbering mess, off his lap. She landed in an undignified heap at his feet. “Now, thank me for paddling you,” he said as he released his cock from his pants. A still sobbing Amber slowly got to her knees, each movement causing a fresh wave of pain to spread through her now dark red and heavily bruised ass. She kept her head bowed, whether it was in shame or obedience, she wasn’t sure. As soon as Wes removed the ball gag from her mouth, she wrapped her lips around him and began to bob her head.

The sound of De’ Shawn’s laughter filled the air. “Get used to the taste of cock and cum, **** girl.”

“I’d say she is, for only what I’m guessing anyway, is only the third blowjob she’s ever given, she’s pretty good,” Wess said through a moan of pleasure. “I suppose what the boss says is true, Amazons do make the best **** girls.” Wes’s words struck Amber just as hard as the paddle. As she continued to pleasure him with her mouth, she couldn’t help but silently wonder if what he said was true.

In the nearby room, Kaycee remained naked and bound to a spanking bench, awaiting a paddling and a **** collar of her own. Her heart pounded in her chest as she trembled with fear at what she had just witnessed on one of the three monitors in front of her. Her eyes left the monitor showing Amber, then darted to Rachel being **** to ride the rocking bondage horse, then to Allesandra, held capbite in stocks as Melissa, the collared **** girl who had been ordered to teas and deny her fellow Amazon, used her clearly skilled tongue to keep Alessandra teatering on the edge of the release that wold only come when she accepted her **** collar.

“That’s one down, Mad’am Ambassador. Who do you think will be next, hmm?” Thorsten Condree said in her ear. His clear eagerness to witness the other two Amazons accept their collars and have them witness Kaycee embrace her new life practically dripped from his voice, making the captive Amazon shudder.