Amazonian royalty

The Amazonian Embassy was a flurry of activity in the early morning hours. Not only were Tiffany, Anna, and the other recently collared **** girls being prepared to go to market, but The Amazons were also preparing for the arrival of their newly elected Queen. One a generation, after the **** of the reigning queen, The Amazons vote on who will be appointed to the throne. The Amazon who had been elected this time The Amazon Elected was a woman named Megan Morris. A seventy-year-old with long red hair, and green eyes. Like all women in post-cataclysm society, she still appeared youthful and beautiful. Just as the last of the newly collared **** girls had been loaded into the back of a hover truck, Kaycee entered the large room that served as the shipping bay, and the heart of the underground complex beneath The Amazonian Embassy.

“All to attention, for Her Royal Highness!” She shouted before standing at attention herself. The next time the door opened two of The Amazon’s most skilled **** hunters stepped in closely followed by Megan. The Amazonian Queen wore a red leather bikini, like the other Amazons only hers was trimmed in gold. Atop her head was a golden crown encrusted with several gems, her long straight red hair hung down to her mid-back, and her green eyes scrutinized the room. The heels of her thigh-high black leather boots gently thudded on the floor as she stepped fully into the room, in one hand she held a golden scepter, and in the other hand a long chain-link leash. As she moved further into the room five beautiful blue-eyed blonde **** girls followed on the leash, their collars joined together by shorter lengths of chain, and behind them, two more elite **** hunters.

Each of The Amazon’s present looked at their queen, then to her **** girls.

Each of the five blondes looked nearly identical to one another and was dressed in typical **** girl fashion. Each had a large rubber ball gag filling her mouth that matched the color of her clothing. The first wore a red satin half-bra and matching short skirt, the second was light blue with a white lace trim. The third is in dark green, the fourth is in lavender, and the fifth is in pink. They were all well trained coming to a stop as soon as their mistress had. They stood so still with their feet shoulder-width apart and slightly bent at the waist that it looked like they weren’t even breathing.

“As you were ladies,” Megan said with a smile. In an instant, all of The Amazons went back to their tasks. Megan watched them with a critical eye. She had been an Amazon since she was nineteen, she knew an efficient operation when she saw one, and The Amazons in New L.A. were impressing her.

“Your Highness, may I say again on behalf of all of us how honored we are to have you here.”

“Thank you, Ambassador,” Megan said as she turned to face the raven-haired Amazon “I’m very impressed with your operations, and your security here, my predecessor as you know, was wise enough to have the election held before her passing and was kind enough to keep me informed of the goings on of our operations.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Kaycee said with a nod. “Queen Sophia was a very wise woman.”

“Yes, she was. Did you know I worked in our security sector for several years?”

“You were The Director. Responsible for the security of Queen Sophia.”

“Correct. Queen Sophia and I agreed regarding these Purists, as they call themselves. They have at least one insider in our ranks and W.A.A.M.’s as well.”

“It seems likely.”

“Could you prepare a security room? I’d like to go over all the reports concerning The Purists in case I missed something.”

“Of course, Your Majesty. It shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.”

“Just have it ready for me,” Megan said as she turned to face the line of blondes behind her. She undid the chain connecting the lead blonde’s collar to the second blonde’s collar. “Take those four to my quarters,” she said before she began to trace the lead blonde’s jaw with her index finger. She slowly moved her finger down the blonde **** girl’s jawline, down her neck, along her collarbone, and then to her right breast where she traced her hardened nipple. “I’m going to take my most prized possession, and have a little fun in a private room.”

“Prepare security room one for Her Majesty,” Kaycee said to one of her aids. The aid gave a nod and walked off to make sure the security room was ready when Megan was ready to use it.

Megan slid her hand along the leash until it was close to the blonde’s collar. She gave a slight jerk, pulling her prized **** girl close. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” The **** girl gave a muffled grunt and quickly nodded her head. From where she stood Kaycee could see the blonde’s pretty blue eyes. In them, she saw something she had never seen in any **** girl’s eyes. Even in the many blondes she knew were born to be **** girls, she had never seen a true willing eagerness to be used.

“That’s incredible,” Kaycee thought as she watched Megan lead her prized **** girl way, the blonde walking with fluid ease and grace on her stiletto heels despite not having the use of her arms.

“Come, Madelyn, I’m sure we can find a room here to suit our needs,” Megan said without even looking over her shoulder. Again the blonde, who Kaycee now knew was called ‘Madelyn,’ at least by Megan gave a grunt and an eager nod of her head.

Megan walked the halls of the secret underground area of The Amazonian Embassy for only a few minutes with Madelyn following close behind before she found a room that caught her fancy. It was a relatively brightly lit room with a St. Andrew’s Cross in one corner, a leather padded table set at a toughly forty-five-degree angle with a set of built-in leather cuffs for a **** girl's wrists and ankles in another corner, and hanging down from the center of the room, was a suspension rig, designed to let someone quickly place a **** girl in suspension in any number of positions quickly and easily.

She removed Madelyn’s single glove, then undid the clasp of her half-bra, and then the twin snaps at her right hip to remove her skirt. The now naked **** girl stood perfectly still, with her hands behind her back as if they were still bound.

Megan guided her over to the suspension rig, snapped her fingers, and pointed to the ground. "Down on your stomach."

Silently, the beautiful **** girl knelt and then lowered herself to her stomach. She didn't move as Megan began to gather some roughly hewn ropes. Despite Madelyn’s position on the ground, the Amazonian Queen fashioned a makeshift harness around her breasts, shoulders, and thighs with the central knot position at about the dead center of her back. She then used a second rope and tied one end just above Madelyn’s right knee and then tied the other end just above her right elbow tightly enough that Madelyn was **** to lift her knee to her slender waist. Finally, Megan took the working end of the rope and tied it off to Madelyn’s rope harness before repeating the process on her left side.

With Madelyn bound as she wished, Megan turned a crank on the suspension rig causing a thick rope with a heavy carabiner at the end of it to lower from the rig. She lowered it to Madelyn's back, and clipped the carabiner to the makeshift harness, just above the central knot. She then began turning the crank again, this time, lifting her bound blonde **** into the air. When Madelyn was about chest high to her, Megan stopped and locked the crank in place.

Megan bent down slightly, took hold of Madelyn’s chin, and looked into Madelyn’s blue eyes as they sparkled with excitement. "Suffer for me, pleasure me, and maybe earn some pleasure for yourself. You can do that for me, can't you?"

"Esh Ishess," Madelyn grunted into her gag and nodded her head as best she could.

"Good girl," Megan said before kissing Madelyn’s ball gag. She then went to a cabinet and selected a set of weighted nipple clamps, and then went to a rack of riding crops, selected one made of dark red leather, and returned to Madelyn.

She closed the clamps around the blonde ****'s erect nipples, making her grunt into her gag and shut her eyes tightly. "I know, I know," she said almost soothingly as she tightened the clamps on Madelyn’s nipples. "I just love that you have such sensitive nipples," she whispered into Madelyn’s ear before standing up.

Megan placed the riding crop between Madelyn’s ample breasts and began to flick her wrist back and forth striking Madelyn’s breasts, making the weighted clamps jiggle with each impact, and making the beautiful blonde moan and whimper into her gag. Each muffled sound filled Megan’s ears like a beautiful symphony. Megan stopped, removed Madelyn’s ball gag, and began flicking the riding crop between her breasts again.

“You make such beautiful music, my pet,” Megan said when she stopped and began slowly dragging the crop along Madelyn’s body.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Madelyn said obediently.

“Such a polite little **** aren’t you?”

“I owe it to your training, Mistress.”

Megan smiled as she returned the riding crop to its place before opening a drawer of pattern wheels and selecting one. She slowly **** the sharp pointed wheel over Madelyn’s flesh making the bound blonde whimper. “What’s the matter pet?”

“Nothing, Mistress. I know I must suffer for you.”

“I just love a blonde that knows her place,” Megan said as she began to move the spiked wheel along the sensitive undersides of Madelyn’s feet. When she tired of tormenting the blonde’s feet she began dragging the pattern wheel along Madelyn’s inner thighs.

Satisfied, Megan unlocked the crank and lowered Madelyn slightly before locking the crank in place again. She opened the crotch flap of her red leather bikini, walked over to Madelyn, and pulled her forward until her mouth was right in front of her pussy. “Eat.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Madelyn said before she began to lap at the Amazonian Queen’s wet folds with years worth of experience and training. Despite the awkward position, Megan skillfully fully explored her mistress’ sex with her soft warm tongue.

“Mmm, yeah,” Megan said as she began to grind her pussy against Madelyn’s face. “This my pet is why you are my most cherished ****,” she said with a moan. “Make me cum, Madelyn, and I’ll pick out a strap-on to fuck your brains out with.” Madelyn continued to lap at Megan’s pussy with renewed vigor, within minutes the redhead screamed in pleasure as she soaked Madelyn’s face with her cum.

“Did I please you, Mistress?” Madelyn asked as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of her mistress.

‘Yes you did pet,” Megan said as she pat Madelyn’s head. She walked over to a cabinet and selected a black leather strap-on harness with a long thick dildo made of black rubber attached to it. She stepped into the harness and tightened it around her waist. With an ever-confident stride, Megan went back under the suspension rig, this time standing between Madelyn’s spread legs. “Ready to get fucked, pet?” she asked as she used one hand to rub the head of the dildo along Madelyn’s pussy. With her other hand, she gave Madelyn’s ass a single swat.

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” Megan replied as she slid the dildo inside Madelyn’s wet and willing pussy with a single thrust and began to fuck her **** with long, strong strokes.

“Oh, fuck! Thank you, Mistress! Thank you!” Madelyn moaned as her pussy stretched to accommodate the rubber invader.

“Good girl,” Megan said as she grabbed Madelyn’s shoulders and used them as leverage to make the blonde swing back to meet her increasingly harder thrusts. Both Mistress and **** began to moan loudly, the strap-on’s clit stimulator hitting Megan’s clit perfectly with each thrust of her hips. “That’s it, my little cock hungry pet, enjoy it!” Megan said as she began to thrust as hard as she could, making Madelyn scream in pleasure.

“Thank you, Mistress! Thank you!” Madelyn screamed as the orgasm that had been building, and she had been trying to hold back burst free.

“I just love the way you sound when you cum pet,” Megan said before she gently sucked on Madelyn’s earlobe. She pulled the strap-on out of her ****, removed it, and closed the crotch flap of her bikini. “Take my **** to my quarters, I am going to the security room to review the reports,” she said to one of the guards as she left the room.