Things continue to develop

Megan sighed in frustration. “Nothing,” she muttered under her breath. “There is nothing here we’ve missed about W.A.A.M. or The Purists.” The mixture of disappointment and frustration The Amazonian Queen felt practically radiated off her in almost palpable waves. She had spent the entire night going back over everything they had on The Purists and had found nothing. The guards standing on either side of the door to the security room exchanged quick but nervous glances. Megan stood as she closed the folder containing all of the information The Amazons had on The Purists, slipped a new security band around it, and handed it back to an attendant for refiling. She then left the room, meeting her elite guard just outside of the room.

“Did you find anything, Your Highness?” one of her guards asked.

“Unfortunately, no,” she replied as they began to walk towards her quarters. A few steps down the long clinical hall, a thought popped into Megan’s head, one she was amazed that she hadn’t thought of. “But, maybe that’s a clue in itself?” she asked no one in particular as she rubbed her chin.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?” One of her guards said in confusion.

"I no longer believe that we have a mole in our operations, but I'm certain that W.A.A.M does."

"But these Purists have targeted us just as much as they have W.A.A.M. How can we not have an insider betraying us."

"It's in the pattern, dear," Megan said with a shrug and a small smile of amusement that even she had initially overlooked such a simple detail.

"'The pattern?'" one of her guards repeated.

"As I'm sure you are all aware, we have information on several W.A.A.M operations, both suspected and confirmed, that we have yet to act on. It stands to reason that W.A.A.M. has similar information on our operations. The pattern is almost always the same since The Purists emerged as a player. They hit a W.A.A.M operation; then they hit ours. Hazarding a guess, I'd be willing to bet The Purists are a splinter group within W.A.A.M working against all of us."

Meanwhile, at The Condree Estate, Max lay naked on his back in his bed. He looked down at Danielle, his former classmate turned **** girl. The beautiful brunette wore nothing but a pink leather collar, a black lace garter belt, black silk stockings, and a pair of pink open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. She was slowly bobbing her head up and down, taking his cock deep into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks each time she slowly pulled her head back.

Kneeling next to his bed was Rachel, who was dressed similarly to Danielle, only in red and white, a red ball gag filling her mouth, and Carolina, the blonde **** girl he had borrowed from Cody. His father's friend and hu-cow rancher. She was dressed in a tight-fitting white tank top that left her toned stomach bare and barely contained her ample breast, extremely short denim shorts that offered a teasing glimpse of her lower ass cheeks, and a pair of cowgirl boots. Aside from her simple black leather collar, an all-black ball gag hung from her neck.

Max had been feeling the urge to cum for a few minutes now, but the sensation was still far from painful. He let out a small groan of pleasure as he stroked Danielle's hair. "You've done wonderful work with these two, Caroline," he said through half-gritted teeth. "They both suck cock as well as you now. When you're master arrives this afternoon, I'll give him a glowing review."

"Thank you, Sir. I am glad you are pleased with my service," she replied, keeping a watchful eye on Danielle as she continued her work.

Danielle listened intently, just as Caroline had taught both her and Rachel over the past week, to her master's increasingly labored breathing and feeling the way his cock throbbed, twitched, and spasmed in her now skillful mouth. She knew he was nearing his limit. She bobbed down again, this time applying the tiniest amount more pressure on the sensitive head and underside of his cock, and then began to pull her head back, again adding the slightest bit more suction and softly moaning.

"Ah, good girl!" Max roared as his hips rocketed off of his bed, and he moved his hands from behind his head to the back of Danielle's head. Before they reached her, however, the brunette had lowered her head again, pressing her nose to his pelvis and gagging only slightly as she felt the first thick hot rope of her master's cum hit the back of her throat. She looked up at Max for several long seconds as more and more of his cum filled her mouth, as she eagerly drank it down.

Finally, she began to slowly pull her head back, using her lips and tongue to ensure she had gotten every drop of cum. Her mother came free with a loud pop before she gulped, then held her mouth open with her tongue out to proudly show Max that her mouth was empty.

"Did this cum guzzling slut please you, Master?" she obediently asked.

Max smiled as he sat up, placed the pink ball gag in Danielle's mouth, and cinched it tightly into place. "You did very well," he said as he pressed a button by his bed.

Moments later, Bridget, his family's long-time **** girl, entered dressed in her typical French Maid’s uniform. "Good morning, Master Max," she said with a graceful curtsy. "How may I serve you?"

"Good morning, Bridget. Take Danielle downstairs and personally reward her with your tongue, would you?" Danielle's heart leaped, she had done a good enough job that he was going to have another **** girl eat her pussy.

"It would be my pleasure, Master Max," Bridget said without hesitation and with a prideful smile. She grabbed one of the three leashes that hung on hooks near the door and clipped it to the D-ring at the front of Danielle's collar. "Come on, Danielle, I'll make sure you enjoy every second of your well-earned reward," Bridget said as Danielle carefully got off of Max's bed and followed the blonde maid from the room.

The pair made their way through the mansion, Danielle following eagerly behind her sister slaves down below the pens to the area that was usually reserved for giving disobedient slaves a severe punishment. Danielle briefly panicked but did not dare pull on her leash or try to run.

Bridget led her over to a pair of kneeling and naked serving girls. As always, their bald heads were under black **** hoods. "I have been ordered by Master Max to personally reward his **** with my tongue. Prepare us, please." The two serving girls stood in perfect unison. One took hold of Danielle's leash and led her to a stock that sat alone in the center of the large room on a small platform and secured her head and wrists in the appropriate holes, leaving her bent over and ****.

As this was going on, the other serving girl placed a leash on Bridget's collar and a black leather single glove over her arms and cinched it tight. Pleasuring a fellow **** girl with one's tongue was not a task that required the use of hands. Bridget was led over to Danielle and knelt behind her on the platform before leaning in and beginning to explore the brunette’s soft, wet folds with her experienced tongue.

Bridget moved her tongue slowly around Danielle's labia, allowing the younger **** girl’s pleasure and anticipation to build. Each time she neared the brunette’s clit, she moved her tongue across it with an impossibly light and teasing touch that sent shock waves through her body.

"Oh fuck," Danielle thought as she moaned into her gag and her legs trembled. "How is she doing this?" she wondered as a wave of pleasure went through her body. Her knees buckled,d and she knew that had it not been for the stock, she would have crashed to the floor.

"That's it, sweetie, enjoy it," Bridget thought as she slid her tongue into the brunette's pussy and began to swirl it around, hitting several sensitive spots and giving her a mini orgasm.

Time quickly came to mean nothing to the eighteen-year-old **** girl. Her entire world became only Bridget's soft lips planting feather-light kisses on her labia, softly and almost torturously sucking on her throbbing clit, and her soft, warm tongue wriggling magically in her dripping folds. The room filled with the sounds of Danielle's moans. The way Bridget was able, time and time again, to bring the younger **** girl agonizingly close to the edge, only to be pulled back.

"FFFRRUUGRAAAH!" Danielle's barely muffled cry of pleasure echoed around the room as her eyes rolled back in her head, and her entire body went limp.

Bridget, her assigned task done, leaned back and licked her lips, savoring the taste of the younger woman. One of the serving girls quickly removed the single glove from Bridget's single glove and leash. Once this was done, Bridget helped both serving girls release Danielle from the stock and ease her to her knees to allow her to recover from her intense orgasm.

"See, sweetie, being an obedient **** girl isn't so bad, is it?" Bridget asked in a soft, soothing, almost motherly tone. Breathing heavily, Danielle slowly shook her head. "Who knows, you might even earn a little freedom of your own one day," the blonde added before pressing her lips softly to the rubber ball that filled Danielle's mouth. Danielle watched, almost hating herself for the hope she felt as she watched Bridget slowly stand, turn, and walk from the room with well-practiced grace.