Here's where the story takes a decidedly dark sexual-BDSM turn. If you haven't already, please start with Part 1. Each part links to the next.

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Margo's band was running low on medical supplies. The Alpha leader had always resisted sending a foraging team to nearby Edwards Air Force Base, making one excuse or another. Now she's been outvoted by the other Alphas and women.

The next morning Margo and Camelia climbed into a Jeep with Kerry and Chelsea riding in the back. It took two hours to safely travel the fifty miles to the air base, riding to stay as out of sight as much as possible. Margo was embarrassed when they found the sentry gate on Rosamond Blvd. was deserted. She’d been wrong.

“What’s eating you?” Camelia asked as they approached the base hospital. “You’ve been jumpy since we cleared the gate, even more so that when we left this morning.”

“I guess I just feel embarrassed to be wrong.”

“I can tell the difference between embarrassment and anxiety, Margo. What’s really going on?”

When brushed her off, Camelia decided to keep an eye on her.

Sure enough, soon after Margo ordered everyone to split up and assigned each a different area, she made a beeline for the medical records section. As Camelia watched from the door, their leader went right to the M section and began pulling files. Eventually she seemed to find what she was looking for and leafed through it. Camelia moved silently up behind her and snatched the folder from her hand. “Lucas Margolis, huh?” she read off the folder. “You?”

“None of your business,” Margo glowered.

“You’re wrong, sister. If you’ve been lying to us, hiding something important, it’s all our business.” She pulled the folder back as Margo lunged for it, then pulled her semiauto faster than Margo could pull hers. She aimed at Margo’s head. “Slide it over here or you’re dead. I love you, but you know I mean it.”

Margo grudgingly slid her Colt .45 across the linoleum tiles to her, then sat on the floor. Camelia yelled for Chelsea. The lovely sissy appeared quickly, gasping at the sight of their leader. Under her mistress’ orders, Chelsea took the file from Camelia and read the medical file aloud.

As an Army Ranger, Margo had been a patient at the base hospital. Her records indicated a genetic disease that could cause serious birth defects if she got a woman pregnant. She’d known this years before she had become Margo.

Kerry and Chelsea regarded the redhead with shock.

“You lied to me—to all of us,” Camelia snapped at her. She put the muzzle of her gun to Margo’s head. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t pull the trigger.”

Tears flowed from Margo’s pained eyes. “I… I can’t.”

Camelia’s jaws quivered as much from anger as sorrow. She screamed and fired a 9mm round into the ceiling, then she backed off. “If you’d only been honest with us. You could have stayed. But you had to risk our gene pool. If you wanted sex you could have just fucked our sissies. Was it some stupid ass denial?”

Margo shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I just wanted to be the main leader too much. First in everything. Maybe I hope the plague fixed me up.”

“It was a stupid risk. It was a crime against all of us. If it were up to me alone, you’d be banished.”

Panic and fear twisted Margo’s expression. Her tears flowed more heavily as she shook her head. Camelia sighed and reached into her pouch. She tossed handcuffs at Margo’s feet. “I’ll let the group decide. For now, consider yourself an outsider.”

Margo regarded the cuffs and looked pleadingly at Camelia.  

“If you refuse to do what I say, it will count against you,” the black Alpha said. She looked at Chelsea and Kerry. “Round up all the medical supplies you can and meet us at the emergency entrance where the jeep is parked.”

Ninety minutes later they rolled back into their hideout. The group assembled to greet the returning foragers. The other two Alphas, the sissies and the women gaped in surprise as the strong black Alpha hauled a naked and bound Margo from the back of the jeep. Their surprise became shock, anger and sadness by the time Camelia finished explaining.

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” she concluded. “We discussed such a situation only as a remote possibility in the past. We never thought we’d ever have to make this decision. Do we execute her or do we banish her to the wasteland?”

They all looked at each other, shaking their heads. After a long moment Kate raised her hand. Camelia nodded.

“Look, I know I’m new and all,” the former porn actress said, “but isn’t there another option? After all, there’s so few of us. I’m just thinking she can still contribute.”

“There has to be some consequence,” Angelyne protested. “I’m not sure I could ever trust her again. Not with weapons or doing any leader type of stuff. How did you think she could contribute?”

“As a slave. She’s strong and can work.” A tiny, lewd smile appeared on Kate’s lips. “Besides, it’s mostly boring up here. Too many hours and not enough to do. That way she gets punished, her threat is minimized, and we all get something out of it.”

Shock coursed Margo’s expression. “I’m our leader!”

“Not anymore,” Camelia shot back. She looked at the rest of them. “I don’t think it could work. There will be too much buried resentment. She’d turn on us eventually.”

Kate’s eyes went bright with excitement. “Not if we break her.”

“How do you propose we do that?” Camelia said.

“Being a porn actress isn’t the only thing I did in the adult biz. I was a pro dominatrix. I was into it. I know the psychology of this.” She looked into Margo’s miserable eyes. “This is your last chance to have a say. We banish you, give you enough supplies and a low tech weapon to survive, and you never come back. If you want to stay, there’s no backing out. You disobey and you will to be stripped, bound and dumped at the Hollywood Bowl for someone to find. If you’re lucky they’ll want an Alpha slave instead of a kill.”

Camelia grinned. “Brilliant.” She looked at Margo. “Choose.”

Tears of helpless anger ran down Margo’s beautiful cheeks. “You might as well make a sissy of me.”

“You’ll be lower than a sissy when we’re done today,” Camelia snapped. “No more putting it off: banishment, death or slavery.”

A sharp, heartbreaking sob escaped the weeping transsexual. “Slave,” she muttered.

“Loud and clear. Say it. I am a slave.”

“I am a slave,” the redheaded Alpha repeated a little louder. She began crying harder.

“Sound off, soldier!” Camelia barked. “I’m not saying it again.”

“I am a slave,” Margo cried out, then began blubbering. “I’m a slave, I’m a slave, I’m a slave,” she sobbed.

“Yes, you are,” Camelia said. “Go to the circle.”

While Kate went foraging in several RVs, Camelia, Angelyne, Desiree, June, Meg, Chelsea, Taffy and Kerry followed the deposed transsexual leader to their gathering spot. The circle was a six-foot fire pit ringed with eight feet of grass watered from a nearby deep well. It served as a dining place, a sleep area when the desert got hot, and a place for orgies and ceremonies.

“On your knees, slave,” Camelia commanded.

Still weeping, her lovely face twisted with shame, Margo knelt. Her large, firm breasts jutted out—light brown skin so smooth and taut—over her shapely figure, wide hips and strong, supple legs. Her long, large cock hung down, but it was plumped with blood, not quite hard but not limp, as if some part of her was excited by this, as were her thick, meaty nipples.

After a few minutes, Kate joined the group on the green carrying a big tote bag. Camelia nodded toward Margo as if to say she should proceed. Everyone surrounded the two women in a loose circle. Chelsea and Taffy stroked themselves.

Kate took a knee next to Margo and fondly stroked her head like she would a dog. Then she began laying out items on the grass: clothespins, a wide leather belt, a wooden spatula, a big jar of Vaseline and a cucumber longer and thicker than Kate’s forearm.

“You’re about to learn something that some powerful people find out if they’re lucky. Get on all fours, knees spread wide.”

She started by attaching four clothespins in a circle around each of Margo’s areolae and one of the nipple itself. Margo’s tight jaw and dripping tears bespoke how painful it was. The she attacked Margo’s large, round asscheeks with the belt, leaving painful red stripes and growing welts, until Margo began to cry out in pain.

“Here’s where you learn,” Kate said, tossing the belt aside.

Using the thick, long spoon handle as a cane, she swung hard on Margo’s red and bruised bottom. One blow after another, she hit until the Latina Alpha’s began crying and sobbing like a young child. Hot tears ran freely down her face.

Margo felt as if she were six years old across her mother’s lap. She felt a sudden, dizzying wave of relief, of ecstasy, as endorphins released in greater and greater amounts. The pain was cut tenfold and giddy pleasure took its place. Suddenly she pissed all over the grass and fell flat, unable to hold herself up any longer. She moaned as if she’d had an orgasm.

Kate tossed the wooden spoon aside. She gently stroked Margo’s tortured ass and cooed sweet little sounds of reassurance. That was when Margo’s moans got increasingly louder. As Kate continued the soothing massage, she turned and told the group that many of those with power secretly desire to yield. With the expert use of punishment, they regress to childhood and then surrender.

“Now she’s ready to go all the way,” Kate announced. “Margo, get on the mattress and stick your ass up in the air, knees spread.”

While Margo got into position, Kate popped the cap on the Vaseline jar. She took out a big gob and coated the tranny’s anal pucker. Margo groaned in pleasure as Kate slipped one finger then two up her anal chute, pistoning them in and out. Her huge cock started getting hard. Kate added a third finger. Margo whimpered.

“Oh yeah. She’s ready,” Kate announced. She spread a glob of petroleum jelly on her palm and coated the thick fourteen-inch cucumber its full length. She pressed the tip against Margo’s anal pucker. “Push like you’re trying to shit and it’ll go right up.”

The Alphas, women and sissies looked on in amazement as the cucumber almost the diameter of a baseball bat pushed easily up the Latina Alpha’s asshole. She whimpered and cried as eleven inches of it slid all the way up inside her. Then she moaned deeply.

“Fuck me. Oh, please fuck me,” she whimpered, tears of shame dripping down onto her 38-D breasts.

Kate yanked her hair sharply and Margo cried on. “Mistress,” Kate hissed. “I am ‘Mistress’ to you from now on. So are June, Meg, and any other woman who joins our group. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Margo practically sobbed. “Please, Mistress!”

“Slut,” Kate sneered. Then she began sliding the monstrous vegetable in and out of her lovely ass. “Look everybody!” she chortled. “Look at our proud, bossy leader—a liar. Now she is our slave.” She slapped Margo’s bruised ass hard, eliciting a hurt yelp. “And you like the idea of being our slave, don’t you, Margo?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Margo’s excited moans gave away to cries of ecstasy and she got fucked harder and harder. She slammed her ass back against the raping cucumber, trying to drive it deeper. Something had crossed over in her; she had let go of being the alpha.

“Oh, this is perfect,” Kate declared. “Everybody watch this.”

Kate pulled out the organic dildo and tossed it aside. She coated her entire right arm, fingertips to halfway up the elbow with greasy lube. She brought all of her right hand fingers and thumb together in a point. It slid easily up Margo’s straining anal canal up into her rectal cavity. The Alpha cried out in pleasure.

“Oh, gawd, that‘s the sexiest thing I ever saw,” June said.

“Would you like to learn how to do it?” Kate asked.

“Next time. I just want to watch.”

“Come over here and watch with me,” Meg said, pulling June beside her. She put her fingers into June’s panties to stroke her clit.

Over the next ten minutes, Kate expertly fisted her, slowly working her hand deeper and deeper up into her until Margo’s anus was wrapped around the lower part of Kate’s elbow. The disgraced Alpha alternated between sobbing and moaning and gasps of pure sexual delight. Soon her breath came in deep gasps.

“Gonna… cum,” she managed.

“Perfect,” Camelia said. “Kerry, get under there and jack her off into your palm. Get every drop that you can. Then feed it to her.”

“Oh, my! Oh, my!” Margo gasped. “I’m a slave! A slave!”

Just as sissy Kerry gave the Alpha slave her first stroke, Margo exploded an ounce of cum into the TV star’s hand. Kerry brought it to Margo’s lips. Their former leader hungrily slurped up her own spunk from former sissy slave’s palm.

“The other women next,” Camelia declared.

Everyone looked over at June and Meg but they had peeled off their panties and were lost in a passionate lesbian 69 on the grass. The black Alpha motioned to two the senior sissies, Chelsea and Taffy. She told them that they were still low slaves as sissies, Kerry was lower and Margo was the bottom girl.

With some of her horniness worn off, Margo tearfully asked why she was being so mean to her, who’d brought them together.

“You agreed to be a slave to stay with us. Since I’m now the leader, I get to say who is lower or higher than who. We can always dump you in Hollywood if you don’t agree.”

“I… I agree,” Margo said, blushing in her embarrassment.

“Good, then get back on your hands and knees so our top sissies can have their way with you. Oh, and get used to it.”

Chelsea got behind Margo’s recently fisted asshole and fed her six-inch sissy cock in, while Taffy took a knee in front of Margo’s lovely face and fed her five inches into her mouth. Amazingly, she quickly got excited again, moaning around Taffy’s cock while Chelsea battered her asshole.

Taffy was amazed at how eagerly their former leader sucked on his sissy cock. Her lips and tongue worked up and down his shaft as she took the head of Taffy’s cock into the back of her throat again and again. Taffy was so excited to have power over the gorgeous Alpha, his excitement fast built toward an orgasm.

“I’m going to cum real soon, Mistress Camelia,” he said.

“Margo, open wide. Taffy, shoot it all over her lips.”

Taffy watched in amazement as he briskly stroked his cock into the Latina Alpha’s mouth. Soon his balls swelled and pumped a tablespoon of ropy jizz on her lips, teeth and tongue.

“Swallow, slave,” Camelia commanded.

Margo gulped it all down. She looked at Chelsea, who was still fucking her with great lust. Chelsea’s expression was filled with triumphant glee. She’d often thought Margo had been too high and mighty for a leader. Chelsea gave Margo a wicked smirk. This was not lost on Camelia.

“Chelsea,” the black Alpha said. “Pull your dick out of Margo’s ass and stick it in her mouth so she can properly clean it. Kerry, get over here and get some of this liar’s booty. She’s all ready for a good fucking. Angelyne and Desiree after you. It’s time for some serious ass-to-mouth, slave bitch.”

Margo turned red with shame as she took Chelsea’s fragrant cock in her mouth while her very own sissy slave, Kerry, slipped his cock into her well-fucked asshole. She was dizzy with a strange mixture of horror and lust: horrified at how much part of her loved this degradation but also horny from losing all control.

Stay tuned for Part 4, cumming soon!