Inaugural ball

Preparations for President Tyler's inaugural ball were very nearly complete, and the ball itself was only a short hour away. This, of course, included Kat. The former UEA Agent stood between two metal posts, a soft leather cuff near the top of each held one of her wrists, and an identical cuff near the base held each of her ankles, while she was illuminated by soft, flattering lighting. At the moment, she wore nothing but black six-inch stiletto heels and a pink leather collar around her neck that marked her as a ****. There were four other scantily clad women around her, each of whom also wore a collar. One was brushing her long brown hair and applying oil to make the silky strands shimmer faintly in the light. Two others worked together to apply her makeup. The pair had put a light grey eyeshadow with subtle glitter around her eyes, a light layer of blush to make her cheeks look flushed, and a pink, wet-looking lip gloss.

The fourth, the one who had put her current collar around her neck, and the one who had placed the stilettos on her feet, stood nearby. In her hands, she held a short black satin dress that laced at the sides with pink lace. One side was already laced and tied; the other was undone, so she could simply wrap the dress around her and tie it in place. When the others stepped away, one of the slaves working on her makeup put a black ball gag in her mouth and buckled it tightly into place. Then, the other two slaves who had gone to the wall knelt and were now waiting for someone to need them. She stood and waited. The one with the dress stepped forward. She wrapped the dress in place, then the **** who had inserted the ball gag held the dress in place as the other laced it down the side, then tied it tightly.

“Good, you’re ready,” Samantha said with a satisfied purr. Kat turned her head to look at her mistress. She was dressed in a dark blue, floor-length dress that hugged her curves flatteringly and was slit up the left side to just below her thigh. Her blonde hair was styled into a bun with a few of her bangs left loose and lightly curled to frame her face. Kat swallowed nervously as Samantha crossed the room. "You'll probably get a lot of questions tonight. If you promise to be a good girl and only tell people how much you love being my ****, I'll take the gag out," she said as she started to trace Kat’s lips with her index finger. She then grabbed Kat’s chin so she couldn't look away. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

“Esh, Ishesh,” she said into her gag, trying to nod her head against Samantha’s firm, yet gentle grip.

“If you don’t… well, I’ll just leave it at ‘you’ll regret it,’” Samantha said with a smirk that made Kat’s skin crawl. Samantha walked away briefly to grab a chain-link leash with a handle made of a loop of pink leather. She clipped it to her collar, then removed her gag, before setting it aside to be cleaned.

“The ball is still the better part of an hour away. What the hell is she up to?” Kat silently wondered as she stood perfectly still and watched as Samantha undid the cuffs holding her between the two poles.

Samantha spent the entire hour simply walking Kat around the White House. For Kat, it was an excruciating test of will for Kat. For the first time since her capture at the hands of the Amazons, she could freely speak. She had full and free use of her arms and hands. She could have used her extensive training to try to escape. But, she didn't. She feared what would happen to her if she failed or if she managed to escape but was recaptured. She listened as they stood outside the double doors that led to the large room that had been turned into a temporary ballroom for the evening, as President Tyler and his **** were introduced and the room filled with polite applause.

“You know, it’s too bad Hallie couldn’t make it tonight,” Samantha said, glancing over her shoulder at Kat. “I would really have liked to have my smart and hot girlfriend on my arm, and my devoted **** girl on a leash. Oh well, I know you’ll try extra hard to please me tonight, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kat replied without hesitation, but silently wondered what she would be made to do to please her mistress this time.

Two members of the security detail, one man and one woman, opened the doors. Both of them, like the rest of the security working the event, were dressed in immaculately tailored black suits with white button-down undershirts. Through the open doors, Kat could see the tall, darkly colored walls with evenly spaced windows that, during the daytime, would allow plenty of light into the room. The floor was a beautiful hardwood floor that looked old but extremely well cared for. Several crystal chandeliers cast warm golden light around the room.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen,” Kat heard a man with a deep, yet soothing baritone voice say over the speakers of the music system, “please welcome the First Daughter, Samantha Tyler, and her **** escort, Kat.” Samantha stepped forward, and Kat followed immediately, not waiting for a tug on her leash. As soon as Samantha entered the room, the crowd once again applauded.

After being introduced and waiting for the polite applause to die down, Kat followed Samantha as she led her to where a group of six young women stood. Each of them was beautiful and wore an expensive-looking gown. "Ladies, welcome and thanks for coming. I have a feeling this thing would be so boring without you," Samantha said, greeting the group.

"Kappa's stick together, you know that," the lone redhead in the group replied before taking a sip of her champagne.

"Sorority sisters, makes sense," Kat thought. She gave the group a closer, more critical look.

In addition to the redhead who had brown eyes, a pale complexion, and wore a flowing dark green gown, there were two blondes. One with blue eyes in a snugly fitting blue-grey dress, and her long hair hanging down freely. The other had green eyes, a black dress that came down to her mid-thigh, and her hair in a high ponytail. Two were brunettes. One with short, dark brown hair in a red dress. The other was slightly taller, with shoulder-length hair that was a much lighter shade of brown, and a mid-thigh-length yellow dress. The last member of the group had silky, long black hair styled into an elegant braid. She had a natural dark complexion and wore a dark purple dress with black trim.

"Still, these things are usually sooo boring," Samantha said in an overly exasperated tone.

"Better get used to it, honey," the dark-haired woman said, "you've got at least four years of Presidential gatherings to attend."

"Yeah, oh well," Samantha said as she shrugged her shoulders.

"So, this must be the famous **** girl we've all heard so much about," the long-haired brunette said with an excited glint in her eyes.

"Yep, this is her," Samantha said as she gave a light jerk on the leash, signaling Kat to stand at her side.

"May I?" the brunette asked as she stepped in front of Kat.

"Go ahead, Bri." As soon as Samantha granted permission, Bri began running her hands over Kat’s body. When they moved over her breasts, she stopped her hands over the former agent's hardened nipples.

"My my, you are an eager thing," she said before sliding her hands down along the lacings of Kat’s practically nonexistent dress, then moved them over her ass and pinched hard enough to make Kat silently wince. "Now that she'll be just a few miles from campus, you'll have to bring her to the sorority house for our next paddle party."

"Would you like that, Kat?" Samantha asked with an amused laugh.

"Yes, Mistress," Kat obediently replied, even though she suspected she wouldn't enjoy attending a paddle party at all.

Bri smiled at Kat before moving one hand between her legs and inserting her index and middle fingers into her pussy. "I'll say she'd like it. She's fucking soaked just thinking about it," Bri said before throwing her head back in laughter.

"Doesn't surprise me," Samantha said with a shrug. "She's an eager ****, aren't you?" she asked as she reached over with her free hand and stroked Kat’s hair almost affectionately.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Any chance we can sneak away and have some fun with her?" the blonde with the ponytail asked.

"Yeah, it might be a little while, though, Molly. Daddy's giving a speech in a few minutes, and I need to stay for that."

It was over three hours and four long, dry, and boring speeches later when Samantha and her sorority sisters led Kat away to the White House’s new and expertly designed dungeon. The entire massive room was housed deep underground and constructed out of flagstone. Despite this, it was sealed against all seepage and kept precisely at 70 degrees with little humidity. Several lights bathed the room in soft, warm light that was more than adequate but easy on the eyes. “Wow,” blonde with her hair down said as she took in the dungeon. “I think this place has everything I’ve ever heard of when it comes to bondage, and more.”

“Jenny, you are not wrong,” Samantha said as she looked around the room at all of the possibilities. “Let’s start here,” she said after almost two long minutes of silence, letting Kat’s dread as the thoughts of what her mistress and her friends would do to her ran through her mind.

“Oh, God! If she uses the nanites to keep me from cumming with that…” she thought, but dared not speak. The device they were leading her to consisted of a norrpw bench topped with black leather, which she would lie on her back on, supported by a thick, adjustable column at the center. Near the end, where her head would go, there was a bar that her elbows would be bent around before her wrists were placed in leather cuffs to keep them secure. At the other end of the bench was a second adjustable column with a Sybian mounted on it. Above where the Sybian was mounted was a spreader bar that would keep her legs raised and spread, leaving her at the mercy of the extremely powerful vibrator.

“What are we going to do with this thing?” the redhead asked with an eager smile.

“Well, Ashley,” Samantha said as she pointed to the bench. Kat fought back a whine of desperation as she obediently lay on the bench and pinched the bar beneath it inside her elbows, “We are going to secure her in place, strip ourselves down, and then we’ll each take a turn standing over her while she eats our pussies.”

“And that thing?” Bri asked.

“The Sybian? Oh, that is going to keep her pussy stimulated while she pleasures each of us, and she won’t be having any orgasms until each of us has one.”

“Or what?” the short-haired brunette asked.

“Oh, she can’t cum until I allow it, Justine. Let’s call it ‘a gift from the Amazons who convinced her she was better off wearing a **** collar.” The others watched as Samantha finished securing Kat to the device, then pressed a few buttons on the control panel next to it. “There, the Sybian and the bench she’s on will move together if the height needs to be adjusted. I can have her eat my pussy anytime, so who wants to go first? Believe me, ladies, she’s going to give you an incredible orgasm.”

The six women looked at one another before quickly removing their dresses, bras, and panties. “Anyone care if I go first?” Bri asked. When no one objected, she stood so she straddled Kat’s face so that she faced the bound beauty’s raised legs. Samantha used the controls to raise the bench and Sybian until Kat’s lips gently pressed against her labia. The enslaved woman did not wait; she began to gently drag her tongue along Bri’s neatly trimmed pussy seconds before the Sybian came to life, buzzing loudly at full power.

Kat’s tongue worked feverishly as the powerful vibrations from the Sybian sent waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn’t help but moan against Bri’s pussy as the overwhelming sensations threatened to push her toward orgasm.

“That’s it, ****,” Bri gasped, her hands gripping Kat’s hair tightly. “Make me cum, you little whore.” Kat redoubled her efforts, tracing patterns with her tongue and sucking on Bri’s clit with rhythmic precision. The buzzing between her own legs made concentration difficult, but she maintained focus on her task. She knew ff she didn’t make them each cum, not being allowed to cum would be just the start of her punishment. “I’m close,” Bri whispered, her thighs beginning to tremble around Kat’s face. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Kat had no intention of stopping. Each of Bri’s moans spurred her on, even as her own body betrayed her with mounting pleasure. The Sybian’s vibrations seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

“Look at her go,” Jenny laughed over the combined sounds of the powerful vibrator buzzing and Bri’s now near-constant moaning.

“Oh, God!” Bri cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit. She ground herself against Kat’s face, riding out the waves of pleasure until she finally collapsed against the control panel, panting.

“Damn,” Ashley said, watching from the side. “That was fast.”

“I told you she was good, but don’t give her too much credit,” Samantha purred, moving to the controls. “The thrill of having a **** girl’s tongue working your pussy for the first time, for the first few times actually, tends to give your pussy a bit of a hair trigger. Who’s next?”

“I’ll go,” said Molly, the blonde with the ponytail, stepping forward eagerly. Samantha adjusted the height of the bench as Bri moved away, her face flushed with satisfaction. Kat watched as Molly approached, her petite frame and perky breasts making her look almost delicate compared to the others. “Don’t think I’ll be as easy as Bri,” Molly said with a smirk, positioning herself over Kat’s face.

The Sybian shifted as Samantha adjusted the settings, and Kat felt the vibrations start again. She gasped, nearly losing her rhythm as Molly lowered herself onto her mouth. “And there she goes, I told you girls, she’s an eager pussy eater.”

“That’s it,” Molly encouraged, her hands gripping the bar above Kat’s head for support. “Let me feel that talented tongue.” Kat worked diligently, her tongue exploring every fold and crevice of Molly’s pussy. The buzzing between her legs became almost unbearable as her own arousal built to a fever pitch. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of orgasm, knowing that the nanites would prevent her release. “Fuck,” Molly hissed, her hips starting to move in small circles. “You’re making me so wet.”

Kat moaned in response, her tongue flicking rapidly against Molly’s clit. The vibrations from the Sybian intensified again, causing her thighs to tremble against the restraints. She flushed with humiliation at the sound of laughter. “Come on, cum! Cum!” Kat thought, willing the petite blonde to an orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum,” Molly announced, her voice growing higher. “Oh God, I’m gonna—“ Her words cut off as her body tensed, a strangled cry escaping her lips as she came. Kat continued her ministrations, drawing out Molly’s orgasm until the blonde stumbled away, her legs unsteady.

“Three more to go,” Samantha said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Don’t worry, Kat. We’ll take good care of you.”

Kat watched as Ashley moved forward, the redhead’s green eyes gleaming with anticipation. She swallowed hard, knowing this was only the beginning.

By the time she had brought each of Samantha's friends to an orgasm, her hips were moving as if they had a mind of their own. She was constantly moaning and screaming in denied pleasure. "Please, Mistress, please may I cum?!"

“Should we let her, ladies?” Kamantha asked as she slowly pulled at the knot that kept the right side of Kat’s dress in place. Once the knot and lacing were undone, she slowly pulled the dress open.

“Please, may I cum?! Please?!” looking from Kat to the six other women and back again.

“I say we let her,” Justine said with a shrug, “She made all of us cum.”

“Fair enough,” Samantha said as she slowly moved her right index finger to the device on her left wrist that controlled the nanites. She pressed the button that deactivated them. As soon as the tiny robots in her body were off, Kat’s back arched and her mouth opened wide in a temporarily silent scream of pleasure. Once her voice finally came, it came in a defening shriek that didn’t stop until Samantha shut off the Sybian.

“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you all,” she said weakly and glassy-eyed.

“What should we do now?” Bri asked.

“I have an idea, I think you all might enjoy,” Samantha said as she headed over to a large drawer. She opened it and took out six identical strap-ons.

“Oh, I love the idea, but won’t it take a while for each of us to fuck her?” Molly asked.

“Go in pairs,” Samantha said with a shrug. “She’s no stranger to being split roasted, isn’t that right, Kat?”

“Yes, Mistress.” As her friends put on the strap-on harnesses, Smantha freed Kat from the device and led her to a stock with a low platform in front of it, locking her in so she faced the small platform.

Ashley stepped onto the small platform with an eager smile. “Open up,” she said in a sing-song tone. “Oh yeah, look at that,” she added as Kat opened her mouth and Ashley began to slowly thrust her hips, driving the dildo in and out of Kat’s mouth. The others looked at one another before Justine took position behind Kat. She slowly inserted the strap-on she wore into Kat’s pussy before grabbing the top edge of the stock with both hands, then thrusting her hips fast and hard, making Kat moan around the dildo in her mouth, and the stock to creak.

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) Samantha takes Kat to a Kappa paddle party.

B) The Amazons raid within the United Earth Territory.

C) Samantha rewards Kat.

D) Something else. What?