Baiting the hook

Barbra searched the upstairs rooms and found nothing. Their orders were clear. Leave one to getaway when they both received texts to return to the underground garage. They did of course but they spent sometime secretly watching the pretty strawberry blonde frantically search the inn. When she finally fumbled through her purse for the keys to the hover car that had brought her and her friends.

"Time to go," one of the men said placing his hand on the others shoulder.

"Yeah too bad, she looked like she would have been fun. Let's get out of here," the other said with a smile as they began making their way through the secret tunnels to the garage. When they entered the garage they found the four **** girls were stripped naked and loaded onto a wagon waiting for their trip back to New L.A., and in due time their new master's or mistresses.

The four piled into the hover truck and began to drive away. "So, everyone's sure that none of the other girls saw them right?" the man driving asked.

"Yeah, Matt, we got away clean," Jackson, the man riding shotgun said as he fiddled with the radio controls searching for something to listen to.

"And the best part is, they all saw Margot in that imitation Amazon get up," Donavan spoke from the back seat.

"And you guys are sure this will work?" the fourth asked.

"Tried and true plan Mark," Donavan answered.

"Yeah, Curtis and Jase will hang around for another hour or so just to make sure she doesn't double back then leave. Most likely she'll run to the nearest W.A.A.M. building and tell a frantic tale of how her friends were captured by Amazons,"Jackson explained.

"And the two groups of dumb cunts will be so focused on trying to kidnap one another, that they'll likely never suspect that the boss, or any other slaver, is behind it all."

"Which means more bitches for us to fuck right?" Mark asked with a beaming smile.

"Now ya got it kid," Donavan laughed as he placed his large hand on the younger man's head and playfully jostling it causing his ball cap to turn cock-eyed.

Not far ahead of the men, a red hover car sped along the highway toward New L.A. Barbara scanned the road a hard with her eyes keeping a sharp eye out for any city guard patrol cars. Getting pulled over within city walls for speeding would only lead to a fine. Outside of city walls nothing prohibited the guardsmen or guardswomen from enslaving her.

She slowed a few short minutes later when the city walls came into view. She showed her I.D. at the gate and was admitted into the city. Once inside she made her way to the world famous Vine Street and the local W.A.A.M office.

"Clarissa we have a problem!" Barbra yelled as she burst into the office of Clarissa Harrison, W.A.A.M's Executive Administrator for the Pacific Coat Region.

"Barbra what area you doing here, and where are the others?" Clarissa asked looking up from the tablet on her desk.

"Amazons, they got captured they had to of been."

"What?!" Clarissa asked as she tapped the head of the dark haired **** girl under her desk that had been gently eating her pussy.

"An Amazon walked past us and Chelsea went to jump her when she went into one of the rooms."

"And you didn't go with her?"

"No I know it was stupid but she said she could handle it. The rest of us got caught up punishing one of the inn's **** girls and when we realized Chelsea was missing we split up to look for her."

"Another stupid decision," Clarissa said with a frustrated growl.

"I know," Barbra said looking down at the floor in shame.

"I don't think you got away. They let you go."

"But why would they do that?"

"Because their arrogant. Why do you think they parade around in red leather bikinis all the time? They wanted us to know and used you as their errand girl. Either that or..." Clarissa said training off in thought.

"What?" Barbra asked.

"Or, you were working with them," Clarissa answered eyeing her suspiciously.

"What?! No! Clarissa, you've known me for years I...I'm no Amazon. I hate those bitches!"

"We'll see," Clarissa said. Unbeknownst to Barbra she had pressed a button on the underside of her desk and two guards entered the room. "Take her downstairs." The two women grabbed Barbra and took her down to a secluded room. Once there she was placed onto a spanking bench despite her best efforts to struggle, and her clothes were cut away.

Clarissa entered the room now dressed in a black leather dress that showed off her impressive breasts, thigh-high black latex boots and matching shoulder high gloves. She picked up a paddle made of clear lexan, an extremely stiff and durable plastic. She let Barbra see it before taking position behind her causing the red-head to scream in terror.

"Please Clarissa I didn't work with The Amazons," she pleaded. WHACK! The first crack of the paddle echoed off the walls along with Barbra's scream of pain as a painful burning sensation spread across her ass.

"Did you work with The Amazons?!"

"NO!"

"Your just going to have to convince me then," Clarissa said as she drew back the paddle for the next painful swat. WHACK!

AH! Fuck! Carissa that hurts!"

"It's supposed to traitor." WACK!

"OOOWW!" Barbra screamed as tears began to flow from her eyes.

"Did you work with The Amazons?"

"No! Now let me fucking go!"

"You haven't convinced me yet. " WACK! "Keep questioning her Kendra?" Clarissa asked turning her attention, to the guard that had remained in the room.

"Sure thing," the busty African-American woman said as she took the paddle from her boss. "It's not like you to give up so soon," she commented as she took Clarissa's place.

"I better try and see if this traitor has compromised any of our other operations."

Meanwhile not altogether too far from the W.A.A.M. offices, Alexander Condree took receipt of the day's catch. "Any problems boys?" he asked as he inspected the three new **** girls, tears leaking down their faces.

"No sir, everything went smooth as glass," Matt answered.

"Good work, go down to the holding pens and find a girl to fuck as your reward," he said as he turned to his men with a smile on his face.

"Thanks boss," the men said excitedly as they quickly left the loading area. Soon after the men left the three newest slaves were taken to Alexanders office, given their first spankings, dressed in satin skirts and half bras, and heels and sent off to begin their rigorous training before being sold off.

"Has she confessed yet?" Clarissa asked as she walked back into the room.

"Of course," Kendra answered with a smile. Clarissa looked at Barbra. She was still bound to the spanking bench but know wore a black leather **** collar and her ass was heavily bruised from countless swats from the paddle. Clarissa smiled to herself as she went into a nearby restroom and returned with a bowl of water, shaving cream, and a razor. She placed them by the spanking bench and clapped her hands.

Seconds later a serving girl entered the room, curtsied, and then knelt before her betters. Clarissa gave a silent command by pointing at the shaving supplies, then to the sobbing newly collared **** girl. The serving girl rose, dipped her hand in the bowl and used it to moisten the captive girls pussy and then shave it bald.

Once her pussy was bald a solution was applied that ensured it would remain that way for the rest of her life, then she was taken to another room in the complex. Here she was **** into a small cage that her head stuck out of the top. "No! No! Please not that!" she pleaded as she heard the sound of an electric trimmer.

"Be quiet ****," Kendra said before cramming a red ball gag into her mouth. She wailed into her gag as as Clarissa cut away the first strands of her light red hair fell to the floor. Clarissa was well practiced and within minutes, Barbra's hair was reduced to short stubble. Clarissa then used the razor to shave her former compatriot bald, then applied the same solution from before to her head. Finally a black latex mask that completely hid her entire head was placed on her and Barbra's fate as a serving girl, the lowest form of life was sealed.