Another day, Another girl

McKenna Adams was proud to be an Amazon. The tall brunette always thought she looked amazing in a red leather bikini, though at the moment, she was dressed in a yellow and red tee shirt, denim shorts that showed off her long-toned legs, and a pair of white sneakers. She sat in the back room of a photography studio, watching as redheaded and dark-haired **** girls entertained her.

They were naked save for their lace garter belts, silk stockings, and six-inch stiletto heels colored in red and black respectively. The girls stood back-to-back. Each of their hands were cuffed behind their backs so that longer than usual chains that joined the cuffs circled the other ****. This allowed each **** girl to play with her sister ****'s tits. From where they stood each could see a timer counting down to zero, and only thirty seconds remained. When the timer hit zero, McKenna would see which **** was more aroused. The more aroused girl would be declared the loser and punished. Each girl hoped she would not lose, both knew they would be punished.

"McKenna, she's here," Tasha, her fellow Amazon said after knocking on the door and sticking her head inside.

"Thanks, Tasha," she said smiling at the African-American Amazon. "We'll have to play more later," she added as she stroked the hair of the redheaded **** girl. She then turned and left the room. When she emerged into the studio, now with a camera around her neck, and saw the girl she knew to be Ayla Micheals.

"Hi," the tall brunette said with a nervous smile. "Are you McKenna?" she asked sticking out her hand. "I'm Ayla Micheals."

"Yeah, I'm McKenna," the Amazon answered as she extended her hand. "You, my dear are as pretty as promised."

"Uh, thanks. I um... I have concerns about this shoot."

"Let me guess, your nervous about being dressed as a **** girl?"

"Yeah, I appreciate this opportunity but..." Ayla began before McKenna cut her off.

"I know, but you know the law, right sweetie? We're inside the city walls, I can't turn you into a **** girl," McKenna said in a reassuring tone. "Besides, you've heard of Hallie Winter, Lisa O'Brian, Jessica Knight, and Gianna, right?

"Of course, they're the most successful and not to mention beautiful models in the world."

"And they've all done **** girl shoots, so what do you say?"

"Okay," Ayla said with a slight sigh after several seconds of silence.

"That's the spirit!" Ayla said before clapping her hands twice. When she did, two serving girls whom Ayla had not noticed stood, made their way to McKenna, and curtised to the Amazon. "Get her dressed for her photo shoot," she said pointing at Ayla.

The two serving girls quickly set to work. The doomed girl put up no resistance as the serving girls helped her remove her clothing. Then, bit by bit they dressed her as a **** girl. First came a tiny red lace g-string that had snaps on one side making it easy to remove even if the **** girl wearing it was bound. Next, the matching half-bra that left her breast mostly bare, but supported and presented Ayla's breasts. Next, the two serving girls placed a red satin with black lace trim skirt on Ayla. Next, the serving girls placed black open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels on the future **** girl's feet. Lastly, they placed a red-latex **** hood over her head hiding her face.

With Ayla dressed, McKenna placed a simple pair of leather cuffs on Ayla and began taking pictures of her. After taking several pictures, She added a black ball gag and a spreader bar. Then began taking more pictures. She took pictures of Ayla slightly bending over from the behand, as the masked girl looked over her shoulder at the camera.

After taking several pictures, the serving girls once again stripped and re-dressed her. This time in black and pink. McKena then repeated the process of taking several pictures of Ayla in various states of bondage, all the while drawing the girl into a false sense of confidence.

"Ready to move on?" McKenna asked as she took a few more shots of Ayla.

"Another outfit?"

"No, that one will be fine, I was thinking we could get some shots of you on that," McKenna answered as she pointed to an adjustable pedestal with a Sybian on top of it. Without a second thought, Ayla stood over the sex toy's powerful vibrator while McKenna adjusted it until her panty-covered pussy rested on it. She then placed a belt around her waist, then clipped the chains attached to the bottom of the pedestal to the D-rings on Ayla's belt, then adjusted them until they were taught, ensuring the soon-to-be **** girl would not be going anywhere.

"Does it have to be so tight?" Ayla asked.

"Yep," McKenna said with a wicked smile. She turned on the Sybian with its remote control and turned it to full power, causing Ayla to gasp in surprise.

"Hey, aren't you going to take pictures?" Ayala asked when McKenna laid her camera down and leaned against a nearby spanking bench.

"No, photo shoots over sweetie."

"Then let me off of this... Oh fuck! AAAHHH!" Ayla screamed as her orgasm suddenly hit.

"Sure, when you beg me for this," McKenna said holding up a pink leather **** collar.

"No! No! You...you can't!" Ayla screamed in a panic. McKenna said nothing, she simply went to the other side of a changing screen and emerged again a few minutes later, now dressed in her red leather bikini and matching thigh-high leather boots.

"NNNNOOOO!!!" Ayla screamed in a tone that was a mix of terror, and a pathetic whine as her second orgasm hit.

"I have all day for you to give in," McKenna said in a disinterested tone as she began examining her nails.

fifteen minutes later, McKenna sat on the spanking bench with Ayla between her legs awkwardly licking her new mistress' pussy. She had held out much longer than McKenna thought she would, but in the end, she saw reason. She was already looking forward to giving the new **** girl her first spanking.

"The plan worked just fine I see?" Kaycee asked as she walked into the studio.

"Mmmhmm, sure did," McKenna moaned.

"Well, I'm sorry dear, but spank her and get her to the embassy, I just got a tip on a potential W.A.A.M. site, I want you to head up the investigation."

"Alright, you heard her ****, hurry up and make me cum," McKenna ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Ayla answered through sobs, knowing full well that her life as she had known it, was over.