The fall of an Amazon

Claire Harding, the Amazon who owned Claire's **** Girl Experience, and of course an Amazon, closed the business door, eager to join her fellow Amazons in breaking and using the day's catch. She was dressed as she had been for the day, in a light pink suit jacket, matching knee-length skirt, and wedge-heeled shoes. She undid the clip that had been keeping her hair up and shook her head, making her long, silky, black hair flicker wildy until it settled in place, falling to her mid-back in soft shimmering waves.

"Which one of those lovely new slaves should I use first?" she thought as she ran her hand through her hair as she walked toward the door to the back area where her fellow Amazons and their newly-captured **** girls waited. Suddenly, shattering glass filled the air, making Jennifer jump. "What the fuck?!" Jennifer yelled as she spun around to face the glass storefront before being struck in the chest by a stun round. Her body went rigid, and she collapsed to the floor. The last thing she saw before her vision blackened and she slipped into unconsciousness was a group of men dressed in tactical gear, balaclavas hiding their faces, and carrying stun rifles.

When Claire began to become aware of herself again, for a brief moment, it sounded as if she were under water, her head felt heavy as if she were hungover and moving it was somehow impossible, and a strange taste filled her mouth, It was faintly bitter and seemed to lingerie in the back of her mouth, and it almost felt as if there were a bland film coating her tongue. Her self awareness grew as she felt her body gently rise, then fall and she became aware of something long and thick penetrating her pussy. When she moved her tongue to remove the film, she realized that a ball gag had been placed in her mouth.

“Mrraaah!” she screamed as she woke fully upon the realization of her situation. In the dim light, she could tell she and several of her fellow Amazons were being transported in the back of a hover semi as it made its way to their unknown destination. She and her fellow Amazons were trapped for their unplanned trip in **** barrels.

**** barrels were one of the first methods devised as a way of transporting a captured beauty. The Barrels themselves were made out of wood, were on average just shy of three feet tall, and round enough to contain a kneeling **** girl, leaving just enough room for her to wriggle about. The **** girl’s head would stick out of the head of the barrel, held in place by a built-in posture collar made of hardened rubber. The posture collar not only held the captive woman’s head perfectly still, but also hid whether or not she wore a **** collar beneath it. Inside the barrel, was often a large and thick dildo that penetrated the captive’s pussy.

Claire, in desperation, began to struggle. First, she tried moving her arms, only to discover that they had been cuffed behind her back. She then began to squirm around inside the barrel, trying to get her feet under her so she could try and break out of the barrel. One by one, her fellow Amazons began to wake, scream, and squirm. Each time Claire moved, she sent a wave of unwanted pleasure through her body. After a few minutes of desperately trying to escape her fate, the fate she had doomed countless women to, she had an orgasm from the dildo within her. As her muffled moan filled the dimly lit trailer, she felt her cheeks grow hot from arousal and embarrassment. Moments later, the trailer filled with a chorus of muffled moans. For the rest of the trip, Claire stayed still, hot tears of shame stinging her eyes and slowly streaming down her face.

After an unknown amount of time, her heart dropped into her stomach when she heard the metallic scrape of the latch keeping the doors of the trailer securely closed. Light filled the trailer as the door swung open.

“Well, would you look at that, Young Blood, a bunch of Amazons About to learn their place. You know what they say about Amazons, don’t ya, Young Blood?” a deep baritone voice said before the same type of laughter filled the air.

“What’s that, Jamal?” she heard a young man say as he fought back a laugh, just before the young man she assumed had just been speaking, and a large African-American man stepped in front of her.

“Well, the old saying goes that, ‘Amazons make the best **** girls,’” the large black man said with a laugh. His deep voice and laughter vibrated deep in Claire’s chest. “This is the one, Young Blood, green sticker on the barrel. See that the rest of the shipment gets unloaded, would you, Young Blood? I’m going to take this little bitch to your uncle, he has something special to get this one to beg for her collar.”

“You got it, Jamal,” Max laughed as he watched Jamal undo the walk Clair’s barrel out from its place and to the end of the trailer before he slowly tipped the barrel on its side, and began rolling it out of the loading dock.

“Where have I seen that kid before?” Clair thought as her heart raced and her stomach churned, and not just from her world quite literally spinning on its side, something about the younger man seemed very familiar to her. After some time, they came to a stop, and she heard the ding of an elevator before being wheeled in. She spent the agonizingly long elevator ride staring at Jamal’s large feet. When the elevator stopped and she was again wheeled down a long hall. When she stopped again, she heard Jamal knock on a door.

“Hey, boss, your package is here!” the man called out. Claire did not doubt that the man’s booming voice was easily heard through the door.

“Come in, Jamal, Come in!”

“That voice, I know that voice!” Claire thought, her mind racing, trying desperately to put a face to the familiar voice. She heard the click of the door latch, and she was wheeled into the room on the other side before her barrel was tipped upright. Her eyes went wide as she saw who the familiar voice belonged to, Alexander Condree.

Alexander sat behind a large, ornate, darkly colored desk. Behind and to either side of him stood two **** girls with long, light brown hair. The two were dressed identically in pink satin half-bra’s with a white lace trim, matching short satin skirts, and pink leather single-gloves.

“Welcome, Claire, so lovely to see you again,” Alexander said as he stood from his seat. “I have a buyer who just loves **** girls who were once Amazons. Your fellow slavers will do quite nicely for him, I am sure, and the free women you turned into **** girls today will fetch a high price, I am sure, given a little time and training,” he added as he walked around the desk and stood in front of her. “You, however, I have a very special plan for,” he said, stroking her cheek. “Jamal, if you please.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Jamal said with a deep chuckle. Jamal released the small lock on the posture collar, then used a small crowbar to carefully remove the head of the barrel, and then lifted her out of it as if she were a small child. Despite her squirming, he carried her easily on one shoulder to a black spanking bench with intricate golden etchings inlaid into its metal frame. Jamal **** Clair to kneel on the narrow leather-topped platform behind the main angled platform of the spanking bench before forcing her over the angled platform and trapping her wrists in leather cuffs attached to the front legs of the bench. He then pinned her in place with one hand he quickly fastened the leather straps that ran behind her thighs and across her lower back in place.

While this was going on, Alexander returned to Tiffany and Anna, untethered their leashes from the rings on the wall, and led the enslaved sisters in front of Claire before giving their leashes a gentle downward tug. Without hesitation, the two brunettes lowered themselves to their knees. “Do you recognize these two, Claire?” he asked.

Even as her heart raced in fear, and her mind raced desperately trying to find a way to escape, the doomed Amazon looked at the two beautiful brunettes. “They look familiar, but why?” she thought as she locked eyes with the two sisters. They looked vaguely familiar, but she had collared hundreds, maybe thousands, of **** girls. At some point, one brunette **** girl looks like another brunette **** girl, unless, of course, the **** girl in question was one of your favorites. She slowly shook her head.

“Oh, come now, surely you remember deciding to turn these two into **** girls just a few days ago?” Alex paused as he began walking back to his desk. “You know, Jamal, for all their faults, I have to hand it to the Amazons, girls, they collar do seem to learn quite quickly,” he said as the slight scraping of wood filled the air as he opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a wooden paddle.

“Well, Boss, if I had to guess, they have such an eye for talent because they make such great **** girls themselves.”

“That has always been my feeling as well,” Alex said with an amused laugh, as he pointed the paddle at Jamal. He then made his way back over to the bound Amazon and removed her ball gag. He was surprised that the woman didn’t begin to scream for her release, or even beg for mercy. “Perhaps there is something to that old saying,” he thought as he stepped in front of Claire, standing between her and the sisters. “I believe you’re familiar?” she asked, showing Claire the paddle. Her eyes went wide, and she let out an audible gasp, but even then she did not scream, pull on her bonds, or beg for mercy. “Enjoy the show, my girls,” Alexander said, looking over his shoulder at the sisters. “When you’re ready for your collar, I have a feeling you’ll know what to do,” he said to Claire as he took position behind her, and tapped the paddle against her ass. Claire clenched her jaw, balled her fists, and closed her eyes tightly, steeling herself for what she knew was coming. It was no secret that paddling a free woman on her bare ass while helplessly bound until she begged to wear a **** collar was a favored method of turning free women into **** girls among Amazons. She had done it herself countless times, though she had not placed collars around the sisters' necks, but she had been the one to give the order to do it.

The first strike of the paddle, even as Claire had braced herself for it, stung more than she ever could have imagined. The paddle kissed her bare, unprotected ass. She gritted her teeth as the pain exploded through her body. Tears formed in her eyes, but she told herself firmly that she wouldn't cry out. She would not give Alexander or Jamal the satisfaction of hearing her scream and beg to be collared. The second and third swats landed in quick succession on either cheek, the pain only intensifying with each hit. Her body tried to arch up off the bench, but the restraints held her firmly in place. Alexander chuckled from behind her as if sensing her inner struggle.

"I see you're a tough one," Alexander purred, "let's see how long you can last, shall we?" With that, he paused for a moment before delivering a barrage of sharp, precise swats all over Claire's ass. She bucked and writhed against her restraints but couldn't escape the relentless rain of spankings that covered her once-pristine globes in an angry red hue. The stinging heat quickly turned into a burning sensation that made every inch of her skin feel like it was on fire.

Tiffany and Anna watched on silently, their eyes glassy with arousal as they witnessed the former Amazon receive a taste of her own medicine. They had been well trained by this point, their bodies yearning for release even as they knelt obediently before their master. It was a surreal sight to see an Amazon at the mercy of a man who showed no signs of relenting anytime soon.

Finally, Alex stepped back, catching his breath from the vigorous spanking he'd just administered. Claire lay panting on the bench, sobbing quietly to herself as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her usually flawless makeup smeared beyond recognition as she fought back any further cries of pain and humiliation.

Alexander pulled the paddle back once more and swung. The sound of the paddle hitting Claire’s swollen and bruised right ass cheek just above the back of the thigh filled the air along with Claire’s pitiful scream of agony. “Stop! Stop! I- I’ll be your ****!” she screamed as Alexander slowly pulled the paddle back once more. It did her no good; the swat came anyway, this time in the same spot on the opposite cheek.

“I’m sorry, who were you talking to?” Alexander asked in an amused tone.

“I’ll be your ****, Master,” she sobbed.

“Jamal, prepare Tiffany and Anna for their reward, would you?”Alexander asked.

“Sure thing,” the large man said as he walked over to the sisters. Neither resisted when he tugged on their leashes and led them over to a pair of stocks set aside by side, and he quickly locked their necks and wrists into the appropriate holes, leaving them trapped and bent over.

Alexander undid Claire’s bondage and pulled her off the spanking bench. She sank to her knees, not out of obedience, but for the simple fact that her legs could barely support her. Alexander kept a firm grip on her hair as he led the Amazon over to Tiffany and Anna, and held her head so she was **** to look at their bare asses, and exposed and **** pussies.

“Before I give you your collar, you thank me for it, I give you your first spanking as my **** girl, and you thank me for it, you have one last task as a ‘free’ woman,” he said coldly. “You are going to eat each of them until they have an orgasm. Without another word, he pulled her over so she was right behind Anna and shoved her head forward. As soon as she was close enough to do so, Claire began to lap at the brunette’s pussy. Now resigned to her fate, Claire silently promised herself she would be the best **** girl ever.