Samantha and Hallie return

After leaving the office, Kat returned to her mistress' room. She then stripped herself naked and knelt down in the center of the room. She didn't have to wait long before the door opened, and her mistress walked in carrying several bags. Following close behind her was Hallie, behind her, being led on a leash was a petite brunette.

She was dressed as a schoolgirl with a short, tight-fitting white shirt that was tied off just above her flat stomach. The skirt was extremely short, the kind of skirt Kat now believed all **** girls wore. Her lips were painted a pretty shade of pink and wrapped around the red ball gag in her mouth that assured her silence. Kat couldn't help but feel for the clearly terrified girl.

"Did you have fun with Daddy?" Samantha asked looking at Kat.

"Yes, Mistress," Kat answered keeping her eyes low.

"Did he fuck you?" Hallie asked.

"Yes, Miss Hallie," Kat answered.

"Did he let you cum?" Samantha asked with a smile as she began digging through the bags.

"Yes, Mistress. Daddy let me cum."

"Did you make sure and thank him?"

"Yes, Mistress," Kat's breath hitched when Samantha found what she had been looking for and pulled it out. It was the strangest thing she had ever seen. It looked like a long and wide black sling with what looked like strange athletic braces built in into it. On the sides of the sling were two long leather straps that could be adjusted as needed. At the end of these straps, two clips could be attached to the D-rings at the side of a ****'s collar.

"Hands behind your back," Samantha said, as Kat looked at the device in fear. "Now turn around," she added once her **** had obeyed. Kat fought back a whine when she felt Samantha clip the device to her collar. She then placed her arms inside the sling and locked them in the braces leaving the brunette in a tight and painful reverse prayer. "Okay, now come here and sit on my lap and we'll watch Miss Hallie break in Dominique."

"Yes, Mistress," Kat said with a slight whimper as she reached into a second bag and pulled out a pink ball gag and matching dildo. She quickly placed the gag in Kat's mouth

"Spread your legs," she ordered. Kat quickly opened her legs and took a deep breath as she felt her nanites activate and a few seconds later, her mistress began to slowly and gently pump the dildo in and out of her pussy. All the while, Dominique looked on with a look of shock and horror. Samantha smiled and nodded at Hallie.

Seeing this, Hallie jerked on Dominique's leash getting the pretty brunette's attention. She removed her save's ball gag and gently gripped her chin. "You are my **** now, understand?" Hallie asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Dominique said her voice trembling.

"Look at that little slut Miss Samantha's got. By the time we're done, she'll be a sobbing, whimpering, and **** mess. Do you know why?"

"No, Mistress," Dominique answered nervously.

"Because she was enslaved by The Amazons, and they gave her nanites which constantly edge her and will not let her cum until Miss Samantha resets them," Hallie said, nearly laughing at the look on her ****'s face. "Can you just imagine how terrible it would be to need to cum, and no matter what you do, you just can't?"

"No, Mistress," Dominique answered with a nervous whine. "Her dad, the soon-to-be president, knows The Amazon's well. In fact, he was instrumental in getting the bill that allows you to wear that pretty collar passed," she said, she tightened her grip on Dominique's chin. "Displease me slut, and I'm sure we can get you nanites of your own."

"Oh please no Mistress. I promise I'll be good, and do as you say," Dominique said pleadingly.

"Down on your knees," Hallie ordered. Wordlessly the brunette sank to her knees and looked up at Hallie.

SMACK! Hallie slapped Dominique across the face hard. "Eyes down!" Hallie yelled. "A well-behaved **** never looks her mistress in the eyes unless ordered to, or she's eating her mistress' pussy." Dominique quickly lowered her gaze. "Wait here, she said as she walked over to the pile of bags and began going through them. She set aside several different outfits intended to accentuate a ****'s best qualities. She then pulled out a dildo gag, a blindfold, a riding crop, a flogger, a wooden cheek-to-cheek paddle, a school paddle, a thick, wide black leather strap, and several restraints. While her mistress was doing this, Dominique glanced up to see what the woman that owned her was doing. She quickly averted her gaze, however, when she saw Samantha smirking at her.

"God, how did my life come to this?" she thought as her mind drifted back to the night that had changed her life.

"Happy birthday babe," her boyfriend, Bobby Callahan said as she walked down the steps into Katie Abram's basement with a genuine smile. Bobby was her high school's star quarterback. First-team all-state, three years running, he had shattered the single-season touchdown pass record by ten passes. Threw for eight touchdowns and nearly seven hundred yards in one game, and had offers for full-ride scholarships to every powerhouse collegiate football team he wanted. He was tall, and muscular with long flowing blond locks that bounced as he ran. She knew she was lucky to have him.

"Bobby, could you not fawn over her all night," Taylor Eirhardt said with a catty scoff. Dominique looked at Taylor with a look of pure hatred. A look the stereotypical slender, statuesque, long, blonde-haired, green-eyed head cheerleader happily returned. She wanted the star quarterback and everyone knew it. Instead, though, he only had eyes for Dominique, the drama club's perpetual leading lady.

"Taylor, give it a rest," Bobby said placing his arm around Dominique's shoulders. She looked at him and smiled. He looked at the cheerleader with an annoyance. Bobby smiled at her. What she liked most about him, was he respected her boundaries and when she told him she didn't drink, he didn't either. "Hey I know it's your birthday, but, do you mind if I go play a few hands with the guys?"

She looked over and smiled when she saw a few members of the football team sitting at a poker table waving him over. "Yeah, go ahead, have fun," she said before standing on her tiptoes and giving him a peck on the lips. As she did, she shot a glance at her rival.

Not long after she had gone to the bathroom, leaving her rootbeer at the end of the basement bar near the bathroom door. When she emerged from the bathroom she finished her drink and went up to grab another from the cooler Bobby had left on the deck. Once there, she became very woozy and nearly fell over, she would have if someone had not grabbed her. "Wha...what?" she asked as she was gently set down on the deck. "Taylor? What are you... No stop please," she said groggily as she began removing her clothes. The last thing she could remember, before completely losing consciousness, was a soft pad pressing against her neck.

"She's quite the catch alright," she heard someone say as she began to wake up. She was cold and could feel a draft on every part of her body.

"Young, beautiful, and a virgin!" a second voice said, "We'll get double, maybe even triple what we paid for her. Any reason why that girl sold her so cheap?'

"Petty high school shit, the cheerleader wanted the drama-nerd out of the way."

"I get it, slap a collar around your rival's neck, sell her for way less than she's worth just to humiliate her."

These words seemed to bring the petite brunette back to consciousness. "Collar, what... Oh God!" she thought realizing that her mouth felt oddly full. "NNNNNRRRRRR!!!" she screamed only to have it muffled by the large rubber ball lodged between her teeth.

"Welcome to your new life, drama queen," one of the two men said as they leered at her. She glanced around and realized she was in a large warehouse packed full of women just like she was. Naked, collared, gagged, and bound to a metal pole with a spreader bar at its base, keeping their legs spread wide open.

The feeling of the riding crop being **** along her pussy brought her out of her memories, and she fought the urge to look up at her mistress. It was then that she heard a ****-sounding moan. She glanced over at Miss Samantha and Kat. Her fellow **** was clearly **** for an orgasm. An orgasm both she and Dominique knew would not be coming soon.

"The main event will be fucking you and popping your cherry. Of course, by the time we get to that, you'll be begging for it. How should we start, hmm?"

How will Samantha begin her fun? Answer in comments.

A) Have Dominique beg to eat her pussy.

B) Use a vibrator to tease her ****'s virgin pussy.

C) Put the dildo gag on Dominique and ride her ****'s face.

D) Spank Dominque until she begs to be fucked. What position(s). What implement(s).

E) Have Dominique help torment Kat

F) Have Dominique model some of her new clothing

G) Something else. What?