Plans

Thorsten Condree sat in his brother Alex’s office, leaning back in his chair and his fingertips pressed together lightly in thought. He looked at his brother as he sat behind the large antique oak desk. Thorsten’s mind was full of possibilities since his brother had told him of a new group of slavers made entirely of women. He let out a heavy sigh and shifted in his seat. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

“As sure as I can be. All signs point to a new group of female slavers.

“But where the hell did they come from?”

“As of now, I have no clue, and my usual sources don’t have anything solid either. The only thing I can say for sure is that they seemingly have no love for either The Amazon or W.A.A.M.”

“So, how do we turn this to our advantage?”

Alex sighed as he leaned back in his chair. “I’m not sure we can. At least not until we figure out for sure who these women are, and where they came from. Would you like a drink?”

"Please," Thorsten said with a nod. Alex pressed a button on his desk and a moment later, an African-American **** girl entered the room. She was dressed as a French Maid with an all-black ballgag filling her mouth and weighted nipple clamps on her large breasts. Alex took a moment to admire the ****'s breasts, held up and put on display by her black satin half-bra. When she reached the desk, she curtsied to the two men.

"A bourbon on the rocks with a lime twist, and..." Alex said before looking over at his brother.

"Bloody Mary, extra hot with olives and a pickle spear." The **** girl curtsied again before turning around and leaving the room. "We'll just have to keep an eye on this situation, and see what we can find out about this new group of slavers."

"Agreed, but let's discuss Max, shall we?"

"Yes," Thorsten said with a smile. "He tells me he loves working here.”

“And my guy Frank loves having him. He tells me he's always eager to learn and is always early. He asked me if he could take him to see Cody."

“Any idea how that’s going?”

“Yeah,” Alex replied just as the **** girl returned with their drinks. She set a pair of coasters down on the desk, then set the drinks on the coasters before curtsying to the two men and kneeling. Alex smiled at the obedient **** girl. “Cody was highly impressed. He said Max was eager to help brand all of the new cattle,” he added as he took a sip of his drink.

“Can’t say as I’m surprised,” Thorsten said with a prideful smile. He took a sip of his drink and was impressed with the mixture of the slight bitterness of the tomato juice, the heat from the added hot sauce, and pepper, the tang of lemon juice, and a smokey flavor he couldn’t quite place.

Alex smiled at the look on his brother’s face. “You like it I see.”

“Yes, what is that smokey flavor?”

“A dipping sauce a buyer in Tennessee turned me onto a few months ago. Would you like me to have him send you some?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“I’ll call him after our meeting. Oh, before I forget, we’ll be seeing Cody in about a week.”

“Oh, is he coming down for a sale or something?” he asked. His excitement at the prospect of seeing his old friend again was evident in his eyes.

“No, he lent Max a **** girl for the week so she could help give his girls some blowjob training,” Alex said before downing the last of his drink. “Cody says the girl he lent Max sucks cock like she was born with one in her mouth.”

“Interesting,” Thorsten said with an intrigued smile. He looked over at the kneeling **** girl, focusing his gaze on her large breasts. “You mind if I make use of this one’s tits?” he asked as he reached over and began to fondle her breasts.

“Not at all,” Alex said before turning his gaze to the **** girl. “Tanisha, if you don’t make my brother come with those big tits of yours I’ll take it out on your ass, understand?” The **** girl looked at her master and nodded her head unable to verbally answer due to the gag in her mouth. She turned back to her master’s brother and watched as he lowered his pants and let his semi-erect cock out. She shuffled over to him and wrapped her large soft breasts around it and began to move them up and down opposite of one another as she let the drool on her gag drip down onto his cock. When Thorsten’s cock became fully erect, she changed her tactic. She pressed her breasts together as tightly as she could creating a tight, but soft and fleshy tunnel for the man’s member. She began to rise on her knee’s then fall back down until her ass hit the back of her shoes only to rise again and repeat the process over and over again. She lifted her head and locked eyes with her master’s brother, watching for signs of his pleasure.

“This one gives a real good titty fuck,” Throsten said before he let out a groan of pleasure.

Alex smiled to himself as he watched the **** girl pleasure his brother. making their livings as a slaver and a **** broker had treated them exceedingly well. They were among the wealthiest men in the world with nearly limitless influence.

“Come on, Tanisha, you don’t want me to paddle you, do you?” Alex asked. The **** girl shook her head and picked up her pace. A look of pure bliss quickly washed over Thorsten’s face.

“Ffffuuuuck!” he half yelled and half groaned as thick hot rope after thick hot rope of cum erupted from his throbbing cock, coating the bottom of Tanisha’s chin and dripping down onto her ample breasts. Without a word to her, he slipped his cock back into his pants.

“You may go clean yourself up, Tanisha,” Alex said as he reached over and gave the **** girl a gentle swat on the ass. She stood, curtsied to the two men, and left.

“I’ll ask around with my clients as I meet with them about the slaves they want to sell from their pens and add to them. Maybe one of them will have heard something about a new group of slavers.

“I’ll do the same with my buyers. We’re bound to come up with something sooner or later.”

Not far from where Alex and Thorsten were having their meeting regarding The Purists, one of the newest Purists woke from her peaceful sleep. Cassie Cahill sat up and stretched, letting the covers fall from her naked body. She looked at the alarm clock that sat on the nightstand by her bed, along with the book she was currently reading. Hanging from a hook on the wall, just above the nightstand was the paddle The Amazons had named, and branded, The Persuader.

Cassie stood, went to the cage at the foot of her bed, and gently rattled it waking its occupant. “Time to wake up, Flower,” she said in a sing-song tone as the brunette Amazon-turned-**** girl’s eyes fluttered open. Cassie opened the cage and Flower quickly crawled out. Once out she sat back on her calves, hands behind her back, back straight, shoulders back, tits out, and head bowed. Cassie smiled at the former slaver’s obedience before patting her on the head, and loosening the red ball gag in her mouth until she was able to remove it, and then leave it dangling around her neck. “Make my bed, then I’ll have you dressed for the day. And be quick, I wish to read before we get going.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the naked brunette said as she rose to her feet. She quickly made the bed, smoothing out every wrinkle in the covers, and making sure the pillows were arranged just as her mistress liked. When she was done, she stepped back, turned to face the paddle that she had used as an Amazon, and had been used to convince her to become a **** girl, and bent over. She knew her mistress would take the paddle from its hook, and inspect her work. for any imperfection she found, Flower would get an additional swat from the paddle, she was guaranteed to get one, the most she had been given after an inspection in her short time as a **** girl, was a total of four.

Flower whimpered slightly when she felt the cool, and mostly smooth wood begin to glide across her ass. “Don’t clench, and don’t leave position,” she thought to herself as she felt the grooves where the words “THE PERSUADER” had been burned into the paddle scrape across her cheeks. The sound of the paddle landing on soft flesh echoed through the room along with Flower’s squeal of pain.

“Good girl, Flower,” Cassie said as she hung the paddle back on its hook and then pressed a button on the wall. Seconds later, another **** girl owned by Cassie’s Family entered the room. She had mocha-colored skin, and long dark hair, and was dressed as a French Maid. Cassie clipped a leash she had taken out of the drawer of her nightstand to Flower’s collar. “Take Flower to be dressed, then bring her back here,” she said handing the leash to the maid. The maid curtsied as she took hold of the leash and led Flower from the room. Flower smiled as she was led from the room. She knew soon a couple of serving girls would dress her to look beautiful and sexy for her mistress.

A few minutes later, Cassie, still naked lay on her bed with her book by her side. There was a soft knock on the door and Cassie smiled to herself as she turned her head towards the door. “Come in!” The French Maid from before entered with Flower following close behind on her leash. The former Amazon was now dressed in black six-inch, stiletto-heeled shoes, a pleated short satin skirt with a plaid pattern on it, and a cut-off white button-down top that had been tied off to leave the former slaver’s toned stomach bare, and functioned as a makeshift half-bra, leaving her ample breasts exposed. Her arms were encased in a white leather single glove that **** her arms uncomfortably together and **** her to stick her tits out. Around her neck was a red leather collar, matching the ball gag that filled her mouth, and her long light brown hair up in pigtails. “You are dismissed, my compliments to the serving girls,” Cassie said as she watched Flower kneel next to her bed. The maid curtsied to Cassie and left the room as Cassie loosened the ball gag in Flower’s mouth, removed it, and set it on her bed on the other side of her book. “You know what to do.” Cassie lay back, grabbed her book, and opened it to the marked page.

“Yes, Mistress!” Flower said excitedly. She rose to her feet and carefully climbed onto the bed, positioning herself to lay flat on her stomach, with her face in her mistress’ neatly-trimmed pussy. She began to gently lap at it with her tongue. In her short time as a **** girl, the former Amazon had grown to love the sweet and tangy taste of her mistress’ pussy, and she loved when her mistress would read because she would get to spend time, lapping up her mistress delicious juices.

“That’s a good girl, Flower,” Cassie said as she pat Flower on the head.

A sense of pride filled Flower’s body as she continued to lap at Cassie’s pussy, walking the line between providing her with enough pleasure that she enjoyed it, but did not distract her from her book. “I was so wrong, The Amazons are so wrong,” Flower thought as she licked away at Cassie’s pussy like someone savoring their favorite treat. “Blondes weren’t meant to be collared and bring pleasure to others. Blondes are meant to be worshiped and pleasured.” Flower’s thoughts on her submission, and her love for her mistress continued to run through her head as she lapped away at the blonde teen’s pussy. She knew she would need to continue to gently lick until Cassie was tired of reading. When that happened, Cassie would close her book, then either tap on her head, the signal for the **** girl to stop, or she would order her to make her cum. Flower hoped she would get to make her mistress cum, and drink down every drop of her essence that she could.

Time meant nothing to Flower as she continued to gently lap at Cassie’s pussy, now and then the former Amazon would softly moan into her mistress’ pussy, knowing that she enjoyed the vibration it caused. Her heart began racing when she heard the gentle thump of the book closing. Then she felt her mistress’ legs close around her head and neck, and her hands grabbed her pigtails as if she were going to use them to do bicep curls. Then came the words she had hoped to hear. “Flower, make me cum.”

Flower increased her speed and lapped at her pussy with more ****, occasionally flicking her clit with her tongue.

Cupping her breasts and gently massaging them, Cassie arched her back as a wave of pleasure washed over her. "Yes... yes... right there," she moaned, her breathing becoming ragged. Flower knew the moment was close and redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking on Cassie's clit even harder. Suddenly, Cassie's body stiffened, and she cried out in ecstasy as her pussy clenched around Flower's face, flooding her mouth with a torrent of hot, musky juices.

Flower greedily swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of her mistress's release. The orgasm seemed to last an eternity for Cassie before it finally subsided, and she collapsed back onto the bed, spent and panting. "Mmm... that was... incredible," she purred, running a hand through Flower's sweat-soaked hair. "You've improved so much since your first time." Cassie then ordered Flower off of the bed before getting off of the bed herself and getting dressed herself.

Flower drank in her mistress’ body as she watched the blonde dress herself. She decided on a pair of light blue thong panties, a matching bra, short, tight-fitting denim shorts, and a pink tee shirt with a white heart at the center of the chest. She selected a pair of plain white sneakers and looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

“Hmm, something’s missing,” Cassie said to herself. “Ah, I know,” she added as she grabbed a stylish brown leather belt and began to feed it through the belt loops of her shorts. Flower eyed the belt. Not only was it fashionable, but it was also thick and wide, making it an effective disciplinary tool when needed. “Come on, Flower, we don’t want to be late,” Cassie said as she placed the gall gag back in Flower’s mouth and cinched it tight. She then grabbed the former Amazon’s leash and led her from the room.

The pair made their way through the house, Flower holding her head high with pride as they passed several **** girls dressed as French Maids going about their cleaning duties. Other **** girls waited with their leashes tethered to the walls, bent over offering themselves up for use as they waited for Cassie or a member of her family to have need of them. They went out to the driveway where Cassie’s luxury hover-car waited.

Cassie opened the passenger door before grabbing Flower’s shoulders and spinning her around. She undid the single glove and placed it on the floor of the car. “In,” she ordered. Flower curtsied before sliding into the passenger seat, placing her arms on the armrest of the door, and the center council, and leaning back against the seat with her legs slightly spread. Cassie got behind the wheel and turned on the car. Once the car was on she pressed a button on the wheel and metal cuffs circled Flower’s wrists before slowly retracting until they fit snugly. The same thing happened with cuffs near her ankles that had emerged from the bottom of the seat, and with her neck as another cuff fit itself over her collar. Lastly, a section of her seat popped up and moved forward until it pressed against her pussy and began to vibrate. “No cumming, Flower,” Cassie said as she put the car in reverse. She turned the car around in the driveway, put the car in gear, and began the drive to a small office building with an attached warehouse that had been converted into a temporary headquarters for The Purists.

As they drove, Flower closed her eyes and tried to focus on anything but the wonderful vibrations on her pussy. She was breathing heavily through her nose, and trying not to moan as her mistress finally pulled into a parking spot. She shut off the device and the car along with it before releasing Flower and stepping out of the car. She opened Flower’s door and took hold of her leash guiding the former Amazon out of the car. When she did, she reached under Flower’s skirt feeling the dampness between her legs.

“I think someone’s been naughty. Did you cum Flower?” Flower blushed and nodded her head. She hadn’t cum, but knew better than to try and argue the point with her mistress. Cassie wanted to punish her, trying to argue the point would only make whatever was coming worse. “Come on then, I’ll take you to the punishment room so you can be punished while I sit in my meeting. Flower nodded before her mistress led her into the building. They made their way through the office’s lobby, down a long hall, and into the divided warehouse. Half of the warehouse held former members of W.A.A.M. and former Amazons waiting to either be claimed as the personal slaves of a Purist Mistress or be taken to the market to be sold to their new owner. The other half had been converted into a large punishment room. It was well-equipped with several pieces of bondage furniture and a wide variety of tools for both pleasure and pain.

From across the room, a dark-haired woman smiled at Cassie and began making her way over. “Hey Cassie,” she said with a smile. Cassie smiled back at the woman. It was none other than Miranda, her former **** that she had released from slavery when she was rescued from being made into a **** by The Amazons. After being set free by Cassie, the former **** girl joined the Purists herself.

“Miranda, nice to see you,” Cassie said as the two gave each other a quick peck on the cheek.

“Has someone been a naughty girl?”

“Yep, she had an orgasm without permission.”

Miranda clicked her tongue chidingly at Flower. “Well, I’m sure I can help with that. I’ll have some of our trained girls use their tongues to edge her until you're ready to leave.”

“Sounds good,” Cassie said before giving Miranda Flower’s leash. “I’m off to the meeting.”

Cassie left the punishment room and went back into the office space. She then made her way into the large meeting room and took a seat at the conference table. The room began to fill with other members of The Purists and within minutes the table was surrounded by beautiful slavers. Chelsea entered the room, and the brunette sat at the head of the table.

“Good morning ladies,” she said as the room went silent. “We’re going to be carrying out a raid on W.A.A.M. this evening. Any volunteers?”

Several hands including Cassie’s went into the air. It took several minutes for Chelsea to select a team, but when she did, it consisted of four women: Janet Michaels, Josephine Martinez, Brynn Taylor, and Cassie.