The Purists raid

Cassie and the others strolled right into the W.A.A.M facility without any issue thanks to their forged I.D. badges. Cassie was thankful that their duffle bags weren't checked, due to their Top Secret markings, otherwise the raid would have been a spectacular failure. Each of the women had a role in the raid and the contents of their bags were critical to success.

Janet and Josephine would locate the **** pens. Their bags held one gas mask for each of them, as well as several sets of leather handcuffs and ankle cuffs. Brynn would enter the security office and use her stun pistol to take care of anyone there, then use a portable drive with a virus on it to wipe the security footage. As for Cassie, posing as a maintenance worker would open the facility's air ventilation system and deploy a large canister of a powerful knockout gas.

Once passed the lobby the women went their separate ways and quietly performed one last comms check. Satisfied that their equipment was in working order each went to her target. Cassie was the first to arrive and opened the master ventilation unit. She began going through a false checklist until all was ready.

"Ready to deploy," Cassie said quietly over her comm unit.

"**** pens located," Janet said with a hint of glee in her voice.

"The merchandise looks good, all of the merchandise," Josephine said referring both to the **** girls and the members of W.A.A.M.

The next few minutes seemed to crawl by like hours. Finally, the three women heard what they had been hoping for. "Virus is live, deploy the gas," Bryyn said as the virus began its work.

"Deploying gas, masks on! Masks on!" Cassie said into her comm unit before putting on her mask, sealing up the vent unit, and pressing the switch on a small remote device that would release that gas into the system. Elsewhere in the facility, the other Purists slipped on their masks.

One of the members of W.A.A.M. overseeing the **** pens looked at them with pure confusion. “Hey! What are you doing?” she asked as she began walking toward them, never suspecting that a powerful knockout gas had just been released in the ventilation system.

Josephine and Janet didn't respond, instead, they watched with smiles hidden by their masks as the woman stumbled to her knees and then fell face-first onto the cold concrete floor, out like a light. The other members of W.A.A.M. manning the security office didn't fare any better, Brynn having used a stun pistol to incapacitate them before they could sound the alarm.

With W.A.A.M.'s security and staff incapacitated, the real work began.

“Alright, let’s start bagging them, the trucks will be arriving in twenty minutes,” Janet said looking at the member of W.A.A.M. with a look of contempt. “Remember, black **** sacks and hoods for the **** girls, colored ones for the soon-to-be **** girls,” she added as she placed the **** member of W.A.A.M. in hand and ankle cuffs. She then went to a large storage closet and quickly found a pink leather **** sack and matching **** hood that would only allow the woman’s eyes and mouth to be seen. Before leaving the closet she grabbed a black ball gag. She made her way back to the **** woman, placed the gag in her mouth, making sure to buckle it tight, and then placed the **** hood over her head, again, making sure it was laced tightly into place.

The four Purists worked quickly binding, gagging, and bagging up the members of W.A.A.M. and soon the first of several hover semis backed into the dock. Janet opened the rear doors revealing another ten Purists they expected the truck and it pulled away. Again Janet opened the rear door, this time revealing an empty trailer made for carrying **** girls. Four of the newly arrived Purists worked to load the members of W.A.A.M. and their **** girls into the truck, Cassie, Janet, Josephine, and Brynn focused on getting the members of W.A.A.M. ready for transport before the gas wore off. They knew the free women would put up a fight, the collared **** girls could wait, and they would obey whoever held their leash, or be punished.

It took two hours and several trucks, but finally, their work was done. The last of their captives came back to consciousness as they were secured into their bunks on the final trunk. Those who were still technically free women began to scream into the ball gags that filled their mouths.

As the final truck left the loading bay the ten Purists that had come on the first truck stayed behind to establish the former W.A.A.M. operation as their own and capture any other member of W.A.A.M. that came by. Cassie and the others who had carried out the operation returned to their car and followed the trucks back to The Purists’ main headquarters, ready to turn the captured members of W.A.A.M. into **** girls.

When they arrived Cassie went straight to the holding area where all the captured members of W.A.A.M. were being held, the collard **** girls had been offered freedom and were now providing Intel on other W.A.A.M. sights they knew of with The Purists; leadership. The women were lined up against the wall still in their **** sacks, their hoods removed so they could see. The D-rings lining the sides of their sacks had been attached to short chains that were bolted to the wall, negating any possibility that the captured beauties would harm themselves by falling over.

Cassie couldn’t help but smile as she walked the line of women looking for the one she wanted to keep as a bonus for her work in the operation. Between her normal pay from the rapidly growing Purist treasury, thanks to taking every bit of gold they found during their raids, and the process of selling former slavers at the market as **** girls themselves. Some of the women silently wept, others did so loudly. Still others screamed valiantly, but uselessly into their gags as Cassie continued to appraise them.

“I take it the raid went well?” Miranda asked as she walked up to her former mistress.

“It sure did, has Flower been suitably punished?”

“Yeah, I had some girls edge her for an hour and a half. I just left her in your quarters. I doubt she’ll be having any orgasm without your permission any time soon,” Miranda said with a smile. Cassie gave a nod as she continued to look at the captured slavers.

“It’s a pity those **** sacks hide their bodies, at least I know they; 're all fit with pretty faces,” she thought as she continued to walk the line of women. She stopped when one caught her eye. The woman had long red hair with pale blue eyes. She had been the one to check the team’s I.D. cards when they arrived. Cassie smiled at the redhead before signaling one of the attendants in the room.

“Have you made a selection?” she asked as she came over to Cassie.

“Yeah, this one,” she replied pointing to the redhead.

“Alright,” the attendant said before looking at her electronic pad. “Looks like persuasion rooms five through twelve as well as twenty-five to twenty-seven are currently available.”

The redhead fought back a whimper, of fear before looking at Cassie with hatred in her eyes. She knew whether she liked it or not, she would soon suffer until she agreed to be a **** girl. Then, papers saying she was collared outside of the walls of New L.A. would be forged and filed with the city clerk.

“Room five sounds lovely, could you have her taken there while I change into something more appropriate please?” Cassie asked.

“Of course,” the woman said as she tapped at the table. three women dressed as dominatrices came over, one pushing a dolly with two straps attached to it. “Take this one to persuasion room five, please.”

The three women nodded and the two not controlling the dolly undid the chains holding the redhead’s pink **** sacks to the wall. They then walked the redhead over to the dolly and placed her on it, securing her to it with the straps.

“She’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready,” the woman controlling the dolly said as she leaned it back and began wheeling the redhead to the assigned room.

Cassie smiled to herself as she headed off towards her quarters to check on Flower and get changed into something more appropriate for collaring a new **** girl.

When Cassie entered her quarters she found Flower in the living room area dressed in a yellow satin half-bra with white lace trim, a matching short satin skirt, and white shoes with six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes, and her arms were encased in a white leather single glove behind her back. she had a white ball gag in her mouth and a yellow satin blindfold covering her eyes. She stood in front of a wall, her leash tethered to it through a ring. her feet were shoulder width apart and she was bent over, causing her skirt to rise and give a view of her pussy and her ass as she offered herself for use. Cassie couldn’t help but be pleased with Flower’s obedience as she walked over to her.

“Did you enjoy having those **** girls edge you?'“ Cassie asked as she ran her hand down Flower’s back. Flower quickly shook her head and grunted into her gag. “Then I trust you know better than to cum without my permission from now on?” This time, the former Amazon quickly nodded. “Good, when I come back I’ll have a sister-**** for you, a former member of W.A.A.M. Would you like to serve me with another former female slaver alongside you?” Again, Flower nodded.

Without another word to her ****, Cassie headed into her bedroom and changed into a red leather tank top that left her stomach bare, the lower hem forming a point just over her naval that pointed down towards the blonde Purist’s pussy. She then put on a pair of black leather booty shorts that offered a teasing glimpse of the bottom of her ass cheeks, the upper hem of the shorts had a notch in the center of the front that looked like the point on the lower hem of her shirt would fit right into. Finally, she slid a pair of thigh-high boots made of black leather with red leather accents. She took the time to complete the look with some dark eye shadow and dark red lipstick before heading down to persuasion room five, where her soon-to-be **** girl waited.

Cassie entered the room and smiled. The room itself was decently sized and well-lit. At the center of it was a large tank full of cold water. Sitting in the water, but well away from the bottom of the tank was a rubber-coated wheel, and bound on top of the wheel laying uncomfortably on her back was the redheaded former member of W.A.A.M. Her gag had been removed and her wrists and ankles were held in place by cuffs attached to the wheel. At the side of the tank aimed directly at the redhead’s pussy was a water gun that would shoot a pressurized stream of water directly at the captive’s folds. It was fed by a hose that went down into the tank and a small pump would bring water up when needed. In front of the tank was a control unit that Cassie would use to control the device.

“Are you ready to become my loyal **** girl?” Cassie asked as she caressed the redhead’s breast.

“No!” she yelled defiantly as she tried desperately.

“Too bad,” Cassie said with a shrug. “I guess I’ll just have to convince you.” Cassie moved to the control unit and turned on the water gun. The pump whirled as it pulled water up the hose then a second later a stream of water erupted from the gun hitting the bullseye.

The former member of W.A.A.M. gasped when the water struck her clit. She couldn’t believe how good it felt and was soon moaning and pulling at her bonds. She had used both orgasm ****, forcing a woman to cum over and over until she begged for her collar, and orgasm denial, pushing a woman right to the edge over and over only to stop before she went over to encourage many free women to accept a collar. She had no idea which Cassie planned to use, but as she thrashed on the wheel she vowed to herself the blonde teen would not break her. Just before her orgasm burst free, Cassei shut off the water.

“Guess I have my answer,” the redhead thought as she panted. Unbeknownst to her Cassie set a dial on the control panel to five and pressed a button next to it. A lock on the wheel released and the wheel spun dunking the redhead in the water. It stopped when the redhead was at the bottom and stayed there for a few seconds. Cassie watched through the tank as panic set in and the woman began to thrash against her bonds in fear of drowning. Then, the wheel continued to spin bringing the woman back to the top. However it did not stop, it had four more revolutions to complete.

The wheel completed the process four more times, each time the redhead was pulled above water she gasped for precious air and spat out water. on the fifth time around, when the wheel reached the point where the redhead was at the highest point, the lock re-engaged and Cassie turned the water gun back on.

“Oh, God!” the redhead yelled as pleasure began to spread through her core once more. Just like before, Cassie used the stream of water to push her captive to the point of orgasm, only to deny her release. The redhead turned and looked at Cassie defiantly. Cassie smiled back and released the lock, sending the redhead on another five revolutions on the dunking wheel.

The process repeated itself another two times before the redhead’s defiance started to slip. Cassie could see it in her eyes, she was a broken and defeated woman. However, she didn’t want a broken **** girl, she wanted a willing one. She turned off the water gun and released the lock on the wheel. The wheel came to a stop and the redhead coughed up water onto the rim of the tank.

“One more time,” Cassie said menacingly “Are you ready to be my loyal **** girl?”

The redhead looked at Cassie with tear-filled eyes and weakly nodded her head. “Yes,” she said just above a whisper.

Cassie growled and roughly grabbed the redhead’s chin. “‘Yes,’ who?”

“Yes, M-m-mistress,” she sobbed nearly **** at calling another woman “Mistress.”

“I promise addressing me properly will get easier, but I am going to have to punish you for not doing so,” Cassie said as she moved back to the control unit. The redhead’s heart raced and pounded in her chest as Cassie reached for a button. She was shocked when the water drained from the tank. Cassie then went to a cabinet built into the wall, opened it, and selected a pink leather collar with a soft foam rubber lining on the inside. She then pulled out a thin, but strongly built chain-link leash.

Cassie then went back to the redhead and released her from the wheel before stepping out of the tank. “Crawl over here and put your neck right here,” she said as she held the collar open in both hands in front of her. Tearfully, the redhead crawled to Cassie, placed her neck against the soft lining of the collar, and moved her long, soaking wet, red tresses out of the way allowing her mistress to collar her. Cassie smiled at her newly collared ****. “You know I have another **** girl named Flower. She’s very eager to meet her new sister, she was an Amazon before she became my ****,” she said as she stroked the woman’s cheek. She could tell the woman was trying not to flinch or pull away. “Now before I have you taken to get dressed, you’ll need a new name. Hmmm,” Cassie said rubbing her chin in thought. “Maybe I should use that pretty red hair of yours for inspiration,” she added as she ran her hand through the wet red tresses.

“Please get it over with,” the redhead thought as she waited for Cassie to give her a new name. “I’m freezing,” she thought again as she shivered.

“I know!” Cassie said excitedly. “Your name is now Ruby,” she said as she tapped the redhead’s nose as if christening her. “Do you like your new name, my pretty little Ruby?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the newly named Ruby said meekly. Cassie smiled and pat her on the head before clipping the leash to Ruby’s collar.

She led the naked redhead through the facility, and Ruby flushed with shame each time they passed someone. Cassie took her to a room where two serving girls waited, completely naked save for their black leather posture collars and **** hoods.

“Dress her,” Cassie ordered after securing Ruby spread-eagled between the two posts in the room. “I think I rather like her in pink,” she added as she tapped her collar. The kneeling serving girls stood, curtsied to Cassie, and quickly dressed Ruby in a black satin half-bra with pink lace trim, a matching skirt, pink six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes, and placed a pink ball gag in her mouth. Finally, after releasing her from the posts they placed Ruby’s arms in a pink leather single glove.

With her new **** dressed Cassie took the leash and led Ruby to her quarters. She still had to introduce her to her new sister Flower, then, there was the matter of giving Ruby her first spanking as a **** girl, and of course, punishing her for failing to call her “Mistress” right after agreeing to wear a collar.

Cassie smiled as she led Ruby through the corridors of The Purist’s headquarters. When she reached her quarters she stopped halfway through the living room area and gave a downward jerk on Ruby’s leash. Knowing she had ****, Ruby lowered herself to her knees. She was a little shaky, not yet used to balancing on heels without her arms. She watched as her Mistress walked to the brunette **** girl who was tethered by her leash to the wall, putting herself on display.

“That must be Flower,” she thought as she watched Cassie un-loop Flower’s leash and bring her to the center of the room. Another downward jerk and Flower was left kneeling in front of Ruby.

“Flower, this is your new sister Ruby. Say hello girls,” Cassie said as she removed their ball gags.

“Hello, Flower,” Ruby greeted meekly barely looking at her fellow ****.

“Hi, Ruby,” Flower said as she eyed her new sister up and down. “Nice collar,” she added.

“Th-thank you,” Ruby replied. Cassie quickly replaced their ball gags and commanded them to stay before going over to the corner of the room to get the straight-backed chair. She carried back over to the kneeling slaves, set it down, and took a seat.

“Ruby,” Cassie said as she pat her lap with both hands.

“I guess it’s time for my first spanking,” Ruby thought as she crawled to Cassie’s side and lay across her Mistress’ lap. She flinched when she felt Cassie pull her short skirt up, and then began to gently rub her **** cheeks.

“Alright Ruby, I’m going to give you four first spanking, and then you will get your punishment for not addressing me properly earlier,” Ruby whined into her gag and let her head drop as she tried to prepare herself for what was coming. Cassie began using her hand to pepper Ruby’s ass with stinging swats. Ruby began to whine and squeal into her gag. As her milky flesh began to pinken she began to squirm. “Stay still!” Cassie barked as she landed a series of hard swats to the backs of Ruby’s upper thighs making her scream into her gag and kick her feet. after another and full of swats Cassie stopped spanking Ruby.

“Oh thank God, it’s over,” she thought as her mistress rubbed her sore ass almost soothingly.

“Up,” Cassie commanded. Without hesitation, Ruby got off Cassie’s lap. Cassie snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her. “Kneel.” Knowing she had no other choice, Ruby obeyed and was momentarily confused when Cassie removed her boots, and then her booty shorts revealing her neatly trimmed pussy.

“Oh no!” Ruby thought as a sudden realization hit her. When she sat back down in the chair, Cassie grabbed Ruby’s head and **** her to tilt it forward. She removed the ball gag, then shoved Ruby’s face into her pussy. “Thank me for making you a **** girl and giving you your first spanking.”

Ruby whined slightly before taking her first tentative licks of her mistress’ pussy. She was clumsy and unskilled which didn’t concern Cassie. She knew the former member of W.A.A.M. would be getting lots of practice. After about ten minutes, Cassie’s body shuddered with an orgasm. She pulled Ruby’s head back and shoved the ball gag back in place before buckling it tightly into place.

“Now that that’s out of the way,” Cassie said before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on Ruby’s ball gag. “I’m going to punish you for not calling me ‘Mistress’ earlier.” She took hold of Ruby’s leash and led her into another room in her quarters. Ruby’s heart began to race again as she saw several pieces of bondage furniture and no shortage of supplies to inflict pain and pleasure on her body. She followed her mistress into the room and to a set of leather cuffs that hung down from the ceiling. Beneath them was another set of leather cuffs that were bolted to the floor, and between them was an opening in the floor about half an inch wide. Cassie placed Ruby in the cuffs then walked straight ahead of her to the wall and flipped a switch. When she did a rope with several knots tied in it rose from the opening in the floor and stopped when it hit her slit. Ruby looked at Cassie in confusion, then in horror as the blonde turned a dial and the rope began to move. She figured the rope made a big loop as it seemed to never end and one of the knots felt as if it were slightly bigger than the rest as it passed over her folds.

Ruby moaned into her gag as pleasure washed over her body. Cassie walked back to where Ruby was and began running her fingernails up and down the exposed back of her thighs, sending waves of arousal through Ruby’s body.

“This is your punishment for not calling me Mistress earlier,” she purred in Ruby’s ear. “Feel free to cum for me, Ruby. Flower and I will see you in the morning.”

With that, her Mistress turned off the light and left her in the darkness with only the continual feeling of the rope against her wet pussy for company. She felt her legs begin to tremble, and her stomach tighten as an orgasm built within her. Then without warning, it burst free and she howled into her gag.

The orgasm was by far, the most intense she had ever experienced. Then another came, and another and another until she lost count of how many she had. Sometime later, Ruby slumped and fell asleep, she woke every time a now painful orgasm tore through her body. As tears leaked down her face she promised herself she would be a very obedient **** girl.