Synopsis: Civilization has collapsed and slavery became the basis of the society. Women were forced to obey any order they got. Nobody care about their needs. After all, they existed only to please.
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Slave Girls in Bondage
Slave Girls in Bondage
Introduction
Overburdened by its own corruption and inefficiencies, civilization has
collapsed only to be replaced by one with a different set of values, a different
set of morals, a different set of priorities.
The basis of this civilization is slavery - women forced to serve the pleasure
of others.
That comesome wench at the corner tavern, wearing a slave collar, high heels,
and little else? Perhaps last week she was someone's bitch boss. Today she
seeks only to serve and please any master or mistress who wants her. The ropes
and chains keep her helpless. Her
That pretty French Maid that greets you at the door? Perhaps one woman's
boyfriend looked twice in her direction. Now she has her revenge. She exists
only to please her and of course, her demands are impossible. (What better way
to keep a slave girl helpless than to put her in a miniskirt and high heels?
Who would want to help such a creature?)
There are certain laws which must be followed of course. Within the walls
of any city-state, it is illegal to enslave any woman. Lest you think these
laws are for the protection of women, it is not. These laws were promoted by
the slavers. Women continued to be enslaved, only they controlled it.
Even as we speak, there is a a helpless female, feeling the lash on an upturned
bottom. Soon she will willing submit to be a slave girl. She will yearn only
to feel the touch of her master or mistress upon the most intimate parts of her
body. After all, she exists only to please.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 1
Andrea Anderson thought herself the luckiest girl in the whole world. She had
enrolled in the Acme College of Cosmetology only the month before. She expected
to spend two years learning to make other women look half the beautiful woman
she was. What happened was unbelievable. She had struck up a conversation with
a woman who turned out to be the president of the college. She needed an
administrative assistant and offered the job to Andrea. There was even some
talk of making the beautiful blonde the college spokeswoman. She certainly fit
the image of what a beautiful, sexy woman should look like.
The beautiful blonde had no idea what the job entailed. She had no training in
this field. (Her primary experience in her 19 years had been in making herself
appear beautiful.) Debbie Lawson, her boss, still managed to keep her busy.
Sure the tasks were minimal, but Andrea was certain they would be expanded as
soon as she had some experience.
"Today we are going to meet with a woman who might enable this college to
extend some of his ancillary functions."
To be honest, Andrea had no idea what the woman meant. She brushed her long,
blonde hair over her right shoulder as she waited for a better explanation.
None was coming. She felt no concern beyond that of worrying if her makeup was
on right.
"Bring my carriage around in front. I want you to come along. It will be a
useful experience for you."
The beautiful blonde quickly ordered the carriage, and waited at the steps in
front of the college for it to arrive. Though she had a shapely body, Andrea
wore a long, black skirt with a matching jacket. Only slave girls showed off
their bodies. Andrea was dressed as any free woman would. Still, it took
little imagination to realize what a voluptuous body she had, a body much to
soft and round to be wasted on a free woman.
The carriage arrived after only a few minutes. It was less a carriage than it
was a sulky. Instead of horses, it had sixteen ponygirls, four rows and four
columns, hauling it. Each had long, dark hair formed into a ponytail that
dangled down to the middle of their fannies. They wore corsets with straps that
held up their sheer black stockings. Except for high heeled sandals, they were
naked.
Andrea walked around in front of the team. Each ponygirl in the front row wore
a set of blinders so she could not see to either side. The elaborate harnesses
made it impossible for them to turn their heads from side-to-side. All they
could do was stare straight ahead. (The ponygirls in the following rows all
wore black leather blindfolds. They did not have to see where they were going.)
These slave girls stood in the prescribed manner, legs spread far apart to show
that anyone had access to their bodies. Andrea grabbed the tits of the first,
squeezing them tightly while her fingertips played across the nipples. It took
only seconds for her to get the desired result. The slave girl's nipples became
hard and pointed as she became aroused.
Andrea moved on to the second ponygirl to repeat the torment.
The first ponygirl uttered a muffle protest (all the bitgag would allow). She
wanted the woman to continue to play with her body. (What was the use of
standing with her legs spread if no one availed themselves of her pussy?) She
was only a slave girl though. What she wanted did not matter.
Andrea had just started fondling the last ponygirl in the front row when Debbie
emerged from the building followed by a purse slave girl. Though she needed a
purse, it made no sense for her to carry it around when she had a slave girl who
could do it for her. The slave girl who followed at the end of a leash wore a
traditional black satin French maid's outfit, complete with a little white, lace
apron. Two things about the outfit though would garner anyone's immediate
attention. First, it was extremely short, the ruffled hem ending at the top of
the stockings in front, and at the bottom of her fanny in back. It was short
enough in front to tantalize any watcher with hints of what was hidden beneath
it, and short enough in back so her bottom cheeks were always visible. The
noticeable thing was the low neckline, so low in fact that her nipples were
visible in the white, lace ruffles.
Though she wore a traditional French Maid's outfit, her function was anything
but traditional except to a mistress. As a purse slave girl, she wore a special
leather belt to which Debbie had attached her purse in back. With her arms
encased in a black, leather single glove, the young captive could do nothing but
stand there. Debbie had no need to carry a purse, not as long as she had a
slave girl around to do it for her.
Debbie removed the purse from the belt, handed the end of the leash to Andrea,
then removed a blindfold and a dildo from her purse. She gave both to Andrea.
"Tether her over there, and use these on her."
Andrea fairly jumped at the chance. She envied Debbie because Debbie had the
most beautiful slave girls. This one was one of the best of an outstanding lot.
Using the leash, she led her captive to a stone wall near the entrance to the
college. There was a ring about five feet above the ground. She locked the end
of the leash to the ring.
The slave girl knew how to act. As soon as she stopped walking, she stood with
her legs spread as far apart as she could. Andrea licked her lips in
anticipation of the ecstasy she was about to cause. Slowly she inserted the
dildo into the slave girl. The slave girl's nipples, already hard and pointed
at the sight of the toy, seemed ready to explode by the time the blonde stopped
pushing.
The next item was the black leather blindfold. Andrea moved around behind the
captive to buckle it in place. The slave girl would have to stand in darkness,
holding the dildo inside her until someone came for her. If it fell out, she
would be most severely punished.
This slave girl was blue-eyed and blonde. Andrea knew she was beautiful, but
did not realize how closely she resembled the slave. She did not suspect that
this blonde slave had been her predecessor as assistant to Debbie.
The mistress had climbed into the seat of the sulky by the time Andrea
finished, and motioned for the beautiful blonde to sit beside her.
It took only a few minutes for them to reach their destination. The building
was just a couple blocks from the slave market.
"What place is this? It looks like a palace?" Andrea asked.
"It is the home of the official legate from Saphos."
"Oh, Amazons."
The Amazons had their own city, though they had missions in every city
throughout the known world. Only a few people knew that their purpose was to
find new slaves to satisfy the lusts of the Amazons. Everyone knew they were
expert slavers with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of slave girls.
Andrea had often wondered about the Amazons but had never been brave enough to
ask about them. (She certainly did not want to bring attention to herself.
With her long blonde tresses, beautiful face, and well-developed body, she would
be a prime candidate to end up wearing a slave collar. This time was different
though as she was there with Debbie. She was certain the older woman would take
care of her.)
Besides, they were inside the walls of the town. She was protected by the laws
here. No one would dare to do anything to her. She felt safe.
"Why are we . . . here?" she asked as they alighted from the sulky.
"The Amazons have certain distribution, uh, facilities, that, uh, would allow
us to explain the sale of our own cosmetic line."
What she said was such a obvious lie that she could not believe the blonde
actually believed it. Debbie decided this young woman certainly deserved her
fate.
Marlena looked upon Debbie as she would any other woman. She judged her solely
on how much she would bring in the marketplace as a slave. The price would be
considerable. Still, the tall brunette had a business proposition that would
force her to delay things. With bosoms as large as hers, she would be a welcome
addition to the slave stables in Saphos.
As Debbie and the Amazon leader talked in low voices, the blue-eyed Andrea
looked about her in amazement. Never had she seen so many slave girls in one
place, outside the slave market, at one time. There had to be dozens of slave
girls standing about. It was hard to tell the difference between one slave girl
and another, but she thought she recognized one or two of them. She wondered if
they had been enslaved by the Amazons. She quickly discarded that thought.
They were within the walls of the city. They were protected by the laws.
These thoughts ended abruptly when an Amazon slapped a three-inch wide piece of
tape across her mouth. She tried to jerk her arms up to get it off, but other
hands held her arms behind her back. She felt the rope encircle her wrists but
paid no attention to it. Her thoughts were on the white, and satin slave hood
being pulled down over her head. It was double thickness with a pink, satin
drawstring. Once the ribbon was pulled and tied in a bow, no light at all could
get through to her eyes.
Unseen hands pushed her to her knees. She felt them tying her elbows together,
and only realized then that her hands were bound behind her. She twisted and
pulled, but the knots held. She was a helpless prisoner. The ropes about her
upper arms, just above the elbows were pulled, drawing her elbows together.
When the touch of her captoresses' hands disappeared, the position of her arms
remained unchanged. She was incapable of moving her arms much at all.
Still, they continued to apply ropes to her body. She felt one encircle both
her upper arms and her chest. There were several passages about her body,
securing her bound arms against her back. She twisted her body back and forth
in a vain attempt to get free. Nothing she did helped gain her any freedom.
Next, the hands pushed her downwards so she sat on her calves. Only then did
she realized that her legs were bound too, one set of ropes about her ankles
another about her lower thighs. She felt them do something to the ropes about
her chest and the ones about her ankles.
When the hands withdrew, she struggled to get free, but she had been bound by
Amazons. There was no escape. Still, she had to struggle. She twisted,
pulled, and squirmed, all to no avail. Her futile struggles caused her
captoresses to erupt into laughter. She pleaded with them to release her, bu
the tape gag insured she made no sounds anyone would want to listen to.
A foot pressing against her back sent her falling forward on her front. For a
second she stopped struggling. When she started anew, she discovered that her
feet were pulled back behind her. She jerked several times without being able
to get free. She knew she was hogtied with no chance of escape.
"So what is this business proposition you have for us?"
"As you no doubt know, my College of Cosmetology has the most beautiful women
as students."
"That is why there are so many of us in this town. Many of your students never
arrive here."
"That is your problem. I'm sure you enslave a few here in town, but not as
many as you would wish. For a percentage of the profits, I let you pick
whichever you want. The problem is that you cannot have too many students
disappear without drawing attention to your operation. I can fix that."
That aroused the Amazons interest. While there were many ways of getting a
captive out of the city, they had to limit themselves to a choice few to keep
from drawing attention to their operation.
"How?"
"It is simple. When you enslave a woman, she simply disappears. There is no
record, and though people may look, they never find anything. If too many
disappear though, there may be too much interest. My college has the most
beautiful women attending it. They come from all over, and after they graduate,
they take jobs all over. You simply tell me whom you want. When you take her
captive, I have the paper work in place that shows that she took a job in some
other town. This will drive searchers looking in all directions. They will
simply think most are too frivolous to write. It is a perfect setup."
While this discussion was going on, the beautiful blonde was trying her best to
escape. She thrashed back and forth on the floor, hoping to find somewhere to
get loose and to get out of there. Had she been a collared slave girl, they
would have punished her severely for trying to escape. Since she was only on
her way to slavery, they would tolerate her actions. Escape was impossible, all
her captoresses knew that. The blonde would be a most submissive slave girl
once she accepted that thought.
"The coach is here."
"You have to promise not to reveal any of our secrets," Marlena warned Debbie.
This was a backup plan for expedient movement. She did not trust Debbie to tell
her all their secrets. Whatever the tall brunette might write down or tell
anyone else would be worthless.
The coach made a stop at a nearby tavern in case there were any passengers
wanting to board. Sometimes there were, but it did not matter. The coach
blocked the view of anyone not inside the Amazon's headquarters. That was the
plan.
Without a word being said, one Amazon cut the rope that held the beautiful
blonde in a hogtie. As soon as Andrea's feet came down to the floor, two pairs
of hands grabbed her by the bound arms to pull her to her feet. A fourth Amazon
bent down a little before slinging the helpless captive over her shoulder.
Quickly she carried her outside.
Andrea wanted to resist, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was
still helplessly bound. If she could not escape on her own, she knew they would
never let her get free while they were about her.
Two Amazons hurried out ahead of the rest of the party. With special keys they
turned recessed bolts in the sides of a projection on the back of the coach.
The back lowered to form something resembling a table. The Amazon carrying the
helpless bundle tossed her in. The blonde's bound feet tried to kick but it did
no good. Grabbing her feet, she tossed them inside. Quickly she raised the
front of the box. The two worked their keys, securing the board in place. The
coach looked no different than it had before, only this time there was a
sensuous bundle of femininity locked inside.
"So that is how you get women out of town," said Debbie, surprised at the
simplicity of this. She had no need of the Amazons. Something as simple as
this, she should have thought of it herself.
"This is just one of the ways we have. It is simple and does not require
planning. We have other ways. We can use bulk methods if we have a dozen or
two."
"A dozen or two?"
"Remember that 'Miss Glamor Queen Contest' last year? The contestants all left
town suddenly."
"You caused that? We wondered what happened to them. We had several students
who were contestants. Where are they?"
"Various places. Here and there. We shipped some back to Saphos. The others,
while beautiful and sexy, did not meet our standards. Most of them are still
here in town, though I have no idea where they are. We do not keep records
about them once we sell them."
She did not have to add that no one would recognize a slave girl as a former
free woman. The best anonymity of slave girls was to put them in public in
extremely abbreviated, extremely sexy attire. All they noticed were the supple
boobs and long legs. No one noticed a slave girl.
"Shall we go? I am certain lovely Andrea will feel lonely without our
attention."
Lovely Andrea's ride in the back of the coach did not last long as their
destination for her was the Amazon camp outside the city's walls. While it
ostensibly served as a transfer point for slavers, it also was the enslaving
point. Women brought outside the walls, such as Andrea, or lured out, or in
some other means falling into the hands of the Amazons, would arrive there.
Properly collared, they could be brought into the town as slave girls.
The coach stopped at the bottom of the grade where the slavers had their camp.
The Amazons were not the only slavers present outside the walls of the city.
They also were not the largest dealers.
The coach stopped for just a few minutes to see if there were any passengers
wanting to get on there. Hidden from the town's guard posts by the tents, it
was easy for the Amazons to open the hidden compartment. Most times it was
empty, but a few times a week it held a squirming, helpless bundle.
Andrea knelt in the center of the road, the satin hood insuring that she had no
idea where she was or what was going on. Once the coach was gone so no
passengers could see what they did, two Amazons drew the captive blonde to her
feet. One squatted a little to get her over her left shoulder. Carefully she
made her way into one of the tents.
Since she had no idea who had sent this woman to them, she took her to a
special holding area. In a smaller tent to the side there were special "bondage
boxes." The attendant opened one at the Amazon's approach. The two lowered
Andrea's body to the ground, then turned it so she faced the box. She yielded
without much of a struggle as they pushed her to her knees. She knelt on the
floor of the box with her throat against the semicircular groove cut in the top.
The attendant closed the back up, so another groove came against the back of the
blonde's neck, trapping her head in a circle of wood. The latches were closed
and the padlocks applied. (True there was no way for the captive to get out
even without the padlocks, but by adding them, they added to the captive's
abject sense of helplessness.)
"Let's see what this one looks like," one said as she stepped around in front
of the captive. Loosening the drawstring, she pulled the satin hood off. "Oh,
this one is nice!"
"I agree. We are going to have fun playing with her."
Giggling, the two left, leaving Andrea alone. The blonde tried once again to
get free, but now there were additional levels of bondage holding her captive.
Escape was impossible. Not only did the ropes keep her prisoner, but now she
was locked into a wooden box. Even had she not been bound, she could not have
escaped.
She tried to look to one side then the other, but discovered that was
impossible. Raised pieces on the sides of the holes pressed against her jaw
bone. She could not turn her head without having a sharp edge dig into her
flesh. She had to be content to stare at the side of the tent before her.
After an indeterminable period, two women appeared before her. She recognized
one from the Amazon headquarters. She thought she was the one in charge.
"Prepare her for some entertainment."
The beautiful blonde had no way of knowing what she meant by "entertainment."
Little did she realize that the "entertainment" would be her submission.
She had other things to think about at the time. The second Amazon, the one
she did not recognize, slipped a leather blindfold from her belt. Since it was
loosely buckled, all she had to do was slip it over the blonde's head and pull
on the working end to tighten it. This blindfold consisted of a pair of leather
pads with the insides lined with foam rubber. When the Amazon tightened the
strap, it pressed the leather pads against Andrea's beautiful face, forcing the
foam rubber to compress to the contours of her face. She could see nothing, and
bound as she was, she could not remove the blindfold either.
She heard the sounds of the padlock being opened, followed by a cool breeze as
the box was opened. The pressure of the wood about her neck eased so she could
move. She did not though. She intended to remain right where she was as long
as possible. That totaled five seconds. Hands dragged her out and to her feet.
Once again she found herself slung over someone's shoulder and carried to some
unknown destination.
Unceremoniously, she landed on her bottom on the ground. She fell backwards,
but immediately sat upright. That position lasted only a few seconds as a rope
about her ankles provided a method of drawing her feet in the air. Higher and
higher her feet went. Once all her legs were drawn off the floor, her bottom
was pulled up. Her weight rested on her shoulders, but not for long. Less than
a minute after being dumped on the floor, she hung upside down by the feet.
That was when the Amazon went to work with a disrobing knife. The hooked knife
was razor sharp so she could slip it under the material and cut it without
scratching the soft flesh. To get some of the material out from beneath the
ropes required some tugging and cutting, but the Amazon was used to this job.
It took her less than five minutes to have the blonde completely naked.
Being blindfolded, Andrea could not see who was in the room. On the far side,
a pair of pony girls waited. Each wore a leather corset that had special
sleeves so the wearer's arms could be secured to her side. Though each leather
garment came almost to the throat, a pair of large holes allowed the large bosom
to stick through. The pony girls wore blinders so they had no idea what was
happening. There only function was to do what their mistress demanded.
Disobeying meant punishment. They always obeyed.
The two were hitched to a special cart with a vertical pillory on it. The
Amazon first brought the team of pony girls over near Andrea. She easily lifted
the captive blonde in the air and set her down on the cart. Pushing her head
forward and down, she got her throat against the bottom curve of the pillory.
With her left hand on the back of the blonde's head to hold it down, she put the
upper piece in position.
"Giddy up," the Amazon said as she flicked the end of a long-handled whip
against the bare bottom of the nearer pony girl. The naked captive jumped
forward. Her teammate started forward at the same time, but that did not stop
her from receiving a stinging blow to a supple bottom cheek. The Amazon used
the reins to guide them from the tent, across a small open space, and into
another tent.
Pulling back on the reins, she brought the team to a halt. Quickly she freed
Andrea's head, but immediately pulled her to her feet. When she had the captive
positioned under a rope, she put her down. She tied the end of this dangling
rope to the blonde's wrists (so there was no way she could reach the knots.)
Quickly she cut the ropes holding her arms to her body. She could now swing her
bound arms about, but with her legs tied, she could not go any where. With her
job done, she returned to work.
Marlena and Debbie were outside examining a group of slave girls who knelt
submissively at their feet. Though completely bound, they were not gagged.
Each knelt with her tongue sticking out so the two women could inspect them.
Each young woman had her elbows bound behind her back by a leather strap that
ran from one upper arm to the other so they could not pull their hands forward.
A set of manacles between their wrists kept them from pulling their hands back.
Each hand cupped a large boob, pushing them together and up, an offering to
their mistresses.
"You say these are not experienced slave girls?" Debbie said as she studied
the protruding tongue of a cherry blonde.
"This time yesterday they were free women. Now all they care about is pleasing
us."
The two made their choices and watched as all four were silenced with ballgags.
Black leather blindfolds were added. An attendant took the two chosen into the
tent where Andrea waited.
The remaining two were dragged to their feet and repositioned so they knelt
facing each other. The two knew what torment awaited them, so they did not have
to be told to spread their knees as far apart as they could. An Amazon removed
the straps and then opened one end of the manacles. As soon as her hand was
free, each captive put her manacled hand behind her back, and let her other hand
be guided down between her sister's slave's legs. The manacle that was attached
to the wrist behind the back ran down to the hand between her legs. The naked
captives were busy fingering each other even before the gags were removed. When
the Amazon pushed the two heads together, the two began a lengthy, sensuous kiss
with constant tongue action.
"In a couple of days they will be happy to please any woman," Marlena said with
a chuckle. Some would spend months practicing on other women, then be abruptly
sold to men. It was a delightful way to punish an enemy.
The two entered the tent. A slave girl in an abbreviated, black satin French
Maid's outfit waited behind a bar. A couple of Amazons stood at the far
entrance testing leather paddles. The two slave girls they had chosen knelt in
front of their seats. The center of attention was Andrea, standing helplessly
in the room.
"Have a seat while I get the festivities going."
Debbie sat down. In less than a minute she was moaning in pleasure as the
cherry blonde buried her face in her crotch.
Marlena was not idle. Selecting a leather slave collar from the extensive
collection in a box against the tent wall, she turned to Andrea. A nod of the
head told one of the Amazons to remove the blindfold.
"Whether you like it or not, Andrea, you are about to become a slave girl. I
will be most generous about it though. We can easily force you to beg for it,
but I am willing to let you avoid unnecessary punishment. All you have to do is
agree to be a slave girl."
The beautiful blonde angrily shook her head.
"I was hoping you would say that." Another nod. The Amazon picked up a
leather paddle and moved into position behind the blonde. "Wait a minute."
Turning to Debbie she asked, "Would you like to be the one to start the ritual."
"Yes!" The tall brunette bounded to her feet, adjusting her clothing as she
crossed the tent to where the blonde waited. Behind her an Amazon popped a ball
gag into the mouth of the waiting slave girl. The slavers knew that if you gave
a captive no freedom at all, she would quickly decide that escape was
impossible.
The young blonde was unable to resist at all. Bound and tethered as she was,
it was impossible for her to move about. With her legs bound together, she
might have been able to spin about (had she thought of it),. But it would have
done no good at all. She was destined to be spanked by this woman who had
arranged for her to be turned into a slave girl.
"Here, this will make it easier for you."
One of the Amazon's grabbed a ring dangling down from overhead. So occupied
was she with her bondage, helplessness, and total nudity, that Andrea had not
noticed it. The rope to which the ring was attached ran through a mechanism
overhead. This mechanism included a set of pulleys. As the woman pulled down
on the ring, the rope drew Andrea's hands in to the air. She bent her knees a
little, sticking her bottom out.
She was in the perfect position for a spanking.
Debbie stood next to the captive blonde so her left side was pressed against
Andrea's. Her left arm went around her waist to hold the target steady. That
left her right hand free to spank her.
"Could I have a paddle, or something?"
"Do it without. It is much more fun with bare hand to bare bottom."
Debbie glanced down at the white fanny to her left and below her. Grinning she
looked up and nodded.
Slap.
Andrea's body jerked a little. The pain was not too bad, but she knew it would
get worse. Slap. Slap.
She tried to move her feet about, but bound as she was, Debbie had no trouble
choosing the target area.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
The spanking had turned form uncomfortable to slight pain. She was unable to
see what was happening, but her pristine white bottom cheeks were turning a warm
rosy color under the constant blows.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Andrea twisted and tugged at her bondage, but nothing she did allowed her to
stop her punishment.
Finally Debbie tired. (After all, she was not an Amazon. She lacked the
stamina, the heart, the practice.) She backed away, still staring at the
helpless blonde.
"I would have to say that warmed her up a bit."
Marlena approached the captive with a leather slave collar in her right hand.
She held it up for Andrea to see.
"This is your slave collar. We can avoid any further unpleasantness if you
agree to get down on your knees, crawl over to me, and place you neck in this
collar as a symbol of you submission."
The blonde did not want to be a slave girl. Others were supposed to please
her. She was not meant to go around serving the pleasure of others. Violently,
she shook her head. Monica grabbed her chin tightly so she had to stare into
her eyes.
"I was hoping that would be your answer."
She returned to her seat. She leaned forward to removed the gag from the
kneeling slave girl at her feet. This naked captive immediately plunger her
face into the Amazon's crotch. Marlena's hands clutched at her head. So ardent
was this new slave girl's efforts to avoid further punishment, that the Amazon
had trouble concentrating on the task at hand. She nodded in the direction of
one of the Amazons. "Let the games begin."
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter Two
"The rules of your submission are quite simple," the Amazon told the captive
blonde as she grabbed her by the face with her left hand, cupping Andrea's chin
with four fingers on one side and her thumb on the other. She held on tightly
so the beautiful captive could not move her head at all. She was not being
unnecessarily cruel. She knew that it was important to convince a slave girl of
her helplessness from the very beginning. Once she was docile, she would try so
much harder to please.
The Amazon held the black leather paddle up against Andrea's chest with her
right hand. The punishment device was too low and the Amazon's hand was
blocking her view, so the blonde could not see it well, but she felt it as the
woman rubbed the edge of the lather device up and down across her bare nipples.
"We will spank you until you want to be a slave girl. Oh, you will want to be a
slave girl in just a few minutes but it is not that easy to earn a collar.
Before you can do that, you have to willingly stick your butt out for one
hundred swats. If you do not bend over on your own so your bottom sticks out,
the swat does not count. Simple is it not?" The woman raised the paddle to let
it caress the blonde's left cheek. Andrea tried to turn her face away, but
could not. There was nothing she could do, bound as securely as she was. The
Amazon knew her business.
"Do you understand these rules?" The captive blonde shook her head as much as
the Amazon would allow. It was not that she did not understand the Amazon's
threats. (Even an air head such as Andrea understood the rules of her
submission.) She shook her head in protest of what they were about to do to
her. Still, she was in no position to stop them.
"Position," the Amazon announced. "When you want to submit, bend down when you
hear that word. Let those titties of your dangle down while you ass sticks
out." She waited a full second (to give the blonde time to comply, though she
would have been surprised if she had). A ring dangled down from overhead. It
was suspended from one end of a rope. The rope ran through a complicated set of
pulleys before dropping down a meter away, ending up at the blonde's bound
wrists. By pulling down on that ring, she forced the rope to roll through the
pulleys. As the rope grew longer where she stood, it became shorter where it
ran down to Andrea's hands. Slowly the rope drew her bound hands into the air,
forcing her to bend over. In seconds, she stood with her head bowed, the end of
her long blonde tresses on a pool on the floor. Her knees were bent as best she
could. Her bare bottom stuck out, ready for a spanking.
If the Amazon let go of the ring, it would remain locked into place. There were
two ways to unlock it. If she jerked down a second time on the ring, the rope
would become free so it could pass through the system of pulleys, allowing the
blonde to stand upright. A second method was to release the lock on the pulleys
by stepping on a pedal on the floor. Though she used the foot pedal, she did
not let go of the ring. She knew it would take a dozen or more swats on the
fanny to get the captive blonde to acknowledge her submission. No woman ever
passed through this punishment without begging to be a slave girl. The sooner
Andrea submitted, the sooner the fun would begin.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
The first blow landed squarely across both bottomcheeks. As the Amazon drew
the paddle back for the next blow, she saw the white flesh began to turn pink
where the leather had landed. After two or three blows, all the flesh in the
target area showed tinges of pink. The blonde would have found it most
uncomfortable to sit down, but fortunately, slave girls spent their time
kneeling instead of sitting.
Nothing the blonde did, kept the Amazon from beating her with the leather
paddle. She tried to keep from sticking her bottom out so far, but the strain
on her shoulder became too great. She had to bend over, and though it might
have been her imagination, it seemed to her that her bottom was sticking out far
in this position.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
The Amazon knew her job. She made certain that each blow landed on a new spot.
They wanted to spread the sore area around. Later it would be impossible to
find a spot that was not a rosy shade of red.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
Without warning the Amazon quit, handing the paddle to another woman who took
her place. They were professional slavers who knew what they were doing. The
first Amazon would rest up while the other two replaced her. The severity of
the blonde's punishment would never slacken because her tormentor had grown
tired.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
Debbie quickly lost interest in the proceedings before her. The slave girl on
her knees with her face between her legs had a bright red fanny from her
spanking. She did not want another spanking on top that. The slave's tongue
stuck out as far as she could, and moved as quickly as she could. She was
rapidly learning to be a good little slave girl.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
The third Amazon replaced the second. The delay between swats was only a
couple of seconds. Andrea's head hung down limply with her long blonde tresses
streaming down each side of face. She saw nothing but the ground before her.
She was not aware that the woman smacking her behind was not the one who had
started.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
What else could the buxom blonde do but submit?
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
The Amazons would continue spanking Andrea with that terrible leather paddle
until she did what they wanted. Nothing she did would stop them from punishing
her further.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
The first Amazon resumed her place in line, noting with satisfaction that the
blonde's bottom was bright red. She knew from experience that her resistance
would not last much longer. All Amazons had a low opinion of blondes, assuming
that all were fit for nothing but a slave collar. No future slave girl, blonde
or brunette, ever lasted long under this type of punishment.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
Andrea wanted them to stop. She was willing to do anything to get them to
stop. She tried begging through the gag, but that failed. "Mmmmmmmmm." Not
only could no one understand her, no one heard her.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
Her bottom throbbed with each blow. She knew she had no choice. She would
rather be a slave girl than to have them beat her fanny.
"Position." The beautiful blonde bent over without the Amazon having to pull
down on the ring. Her butt stuck out. Whop! "One."
Debbie completely missed the first blow that counted as she was in the throes
of another orgasm (her eighth). By the time she was aware of what was going on
before her, Andrea had already helped several times with her punishment.
"Position." Whop! "Seven. Position." Whop. "Eight. Position."
The Amazons continued to rotate, so the spanker was always fresh. If anything,
the force of the blows increased once the buxom blonde yielded to their demands.
The entire process of turning a woman into a slave girl was based on making it
so she would be willing to do whatever they demanded. She would know she had
helped them beat her into submission. That knowledge would help turn her into a
submissive slave girl.
"Marlena, we have visitors."
The Amazon leader was several orgasms ahead of her partner, but she seemed
unaffected. An Amazon had such experience being "serviced" by slave girls that
there were few that were really memorable.
"Position." Whop! "Thirty-eight. Position."
The three women who came through the opening were all Amazons, which was
clearly evident by the black leather outfits they wore, and the various bondage
accessories attached to their belts. (An Amazon always had to be ready for
"targets of opportunity." Who knows when they might come across a shop clerk or
school teacher who would be much more beautiful wearing a slave collar (and
little else))?
"Nadia. What are you and Lori and Becky doing here?"
Nadia brushed her waist-length black hair over her right shoulder as she
glanced in Debbie's direction. The implication was clear. She doubted this
non-Amazon should hear what she had to say.
"Business."
"You can talk in front of Debbie. We are business partners. I think you are
going to find this proposal quite to your liking."
While Debbie took the words at face value, the Amazons knew that Marlena meant
to turn her into a slave girl. Whatever she said would not go further. As a
slave girl Debbie's mouth would be silenced with a gag.
"Nancy Leigh is heading this way. We are beefing up our defenses to try to
stop her."
"Damn!" The four Amazons erupted into laughter.
"What?"
"There is a group out there called 'Dominant Anti-Amazon Mistresses.' We call
them 'Daam.'"
"Oh." Debbie still had no clue what was going on. She relied on her looks and
forceful personality to succeed. With her beautiful face and voluptuous body,
she was exactly what the Amazons looked for, and it certainly was not as a
business partner.
"Do you remember about a year ago in Nexttown, there was a riot against the
Amazons?" Debbie nodded. She did remember that. "Nancy was the one behind it.
Daam has the theory that Amazons make the best slave girls. They convinced the
townspeople that they were right. Everyone turned on the Amazons."
"I think we lost about half the Amazons in the town," Becky chimed in. "I was
there. I escaped through a secret passage under the town's walls."
"So you think she is coming here."
The three nodded. "Lori and I are going to find jobs as whip mistresses.
Becky is going to open a Bondage Shop without letting on that she is an Amazon.
If Daam is up to anything, we will hear about it. When they make plans to help
her arrive, we will be ready."
"Oh, you were not fast enough on that one. Position." Their attention was
drawn back to the captive blonde who had failed to stick her bottom out fast
enough to suit the Amazon. That blow was as hard as the others, but did not
count.
Whop! "Thirty-eight. Position."
Andrea received the remaining sixty-two swats on her fanny with no mishaps.
Every time she heard the command "position" she bent her knees slightly so her
bottom protruded, making it a ripe and tempting target. The Amazons were quick
to avail themselves of it with the paddle. They believed a blonde served two
functions. One was to have her face between your legs. The other was to stick
her ass out so they could spank it.
The blonde's head hung down at the conclusion. The Amazon who had administered
the last four swats grabbed her long tresses to pull her head back so the
captive could see her. "Do you want to be a slave girl? Or do we start over?"
The blonde nodded weakly. Anything was better than having her fanny beaten like
this.
The Amazon let go of her hair, letting Andrea's head drop back down. Moving
around behind the captive, she cut the ropes binding her thighs and ankles
together. Her hands and arms remained bound behind her back. As a slave girl
she might be able to move about a little, but she would not be allowed any
degree of freedom.
The Amazon then untied the knot at the end of the rope. This rope had served
not only to keep the captive in that one place and to provide a means of forcing
her to bend over, it also kept her upright. Once support from the rope was
gone, Andrea fell to her knees.
"Crawl over here, Blondie. I have a present for you."
Andrea looked up. Marlena held a black leather slave collar in her hands. She
did not want to be a slave girl, but neither did she want another spanking like
the one she had just endured. She knew she had no choice. Slowly she moved
across the floor on her knees. Each knee moved forward only a couple of
centimeters, but with each centimeter she drew closer to her own doom.
"Put your throat right here." Marlena's right hand held one end of the collar.
Her left hand supported the other end with her index finger pointed to the
center.
She lowered her head, placing her throat against the leather band. The Amazon
brought her knees together to pin her head into position. There was no backing
out now. The beautiful blonde was going to be a slave girl. Marlena held the
leather strap in place with one hand, while her other hand pulled Andrea's long,
blonde tresses out of the way. Once the nape of her neck was clear, the Amazon
buckled the ends of the strap together, using a small padlock to insure that it
did not come off unless se wanted it to.
When she was done, Marlena released the grip she had on the blonde's head with
her knees. Andrea had no chance for freedom though as the mistress grabbed her
by her long tresses to pull her head up and closer to her face.
"Now things get interesting. You will make a most beautiful slave girl."
Turning her head toward one of the Amazons she added, "Get her dressed and bound
in a suitable fashion."
The kneeling blonde turned her head to see who came up behind her, but her
movements were too slow. The Amazon slipped a black leather blindfold over her
head. The twin pads covered her eyes so no light at all got through. Once the
woman pulled the strap at the back of her head, the blindfold was tightly
fastened to her head. She could see nothing.
She felt them fumbling with her collar as they attached the end of a leash. No
orders were given to her as none were necessary. She was only a slave girl.
She had only to obey. They dragged her to her feet. Hands turned her about
while another pulled on the leash.
Andrea looked very much like the obedient slave girl she was becoming as she
followed the Amazon at the end of the leash. Resistance was impossible, and
even if she managed to break free, what could she do? She was stark naked,
bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Anyone she chanced upon would not hesitate to
turn her into a slave girl. There was nothing she could do but obey.
"Stop. Spread your legs wide apart. Further. Further! Now bend over keeping
your knees straight."
The buxom blonde was afraid that she was in for another spanking in that
position, but this Amazon had a new torment in mind for her. With the blindfold
covering her eyes, the blonde captive could not see the mistress select a rather
large rubber dildo from a box. She walked around behind the naked captive.
With her left hand she grabbed a fistful of hair to keep the captive under
control. With her right she moved the dildo between the blonde's legs and into
her from behind.
"Mmmmmmmmmfffttt!!!"
Andrea wanted to straighten up to keep the woman from finishing the job of
inserting the shaft in her, but she could not. As her head came up, the woman
twisted her hair, pulling down as she did. Andrea managed to get her head up a
few inches, but she remained bent over as her mistress had demanded.
"Now I want you to remain bent over like that until I tell you otherwise."
The Amazon removed the blindfold. Though the beautiful blonde had worn it for
only a few minutes, it took a whole minute for her eyes to adjust to the light.
Andrea looked about her. It was very evident that she was in some sort of
slave quarters. This part of the tent had a wooden wall running along the long
side. Tethered to ring mounted in it were half a dozen slave girls in various
degrees of undress and bondage. All were turned to look at her. Andrea guessed
she looked very ridiculous in that position. They could not see the dildo
protruding from her (though they had no doubt seen the Amazon insert it). From
where they stood they could see her large boobs dangling down.
There were several objects in the room that the captive beauty was afraid to
look at. Most were wooden with leather straps. She knew they were instruments
of torture for some poor unfortunate slave girl. She was afraid that if she
looked at them, someone might want to try one of them out on her. Her bottom
still burned by her spanking. She would do anything to keep from being spanked
again.
The Amazon returned with several hangers containing the skimpiest (and most
sensuous) clothing the blonde had ever seen. She hung them neatly from a
garment rack not far away where the blonde stood bend over. Approaching her
blonde captive, she reattached the en of the chain leash to the ring on the
front of her collar.
"Okay, Blondie, over here."
The captive beauty straightened up. It was evident that she was to follow,
even if it meant the dildo might fall out. She walked the few meters across the
floor with her legs spread apart. The movement of those most sensitive parts
of her body on the dildo made her aroused. She struggled again with the ropes
binding her arms behind her back, not this time in any thoughts of escaping, but
in frustration at being able to get that dildo deep inside her.
A pair of wood posts were solidly mounted in the ground. The Amazon led her
near one of them so she could grab the end of a chain hanging down from a ring.
At the end of the chain there was a clasp which she brought up to the blonde's
slave collar. She attached it to a ring on the side of the collar. Now that
the captive was tethered again, she removed the leash from the ring in front.
From there she walked to the other post to get the chain hanging down. It
attached to the ring on the left side of the collar.
This left Andrea tethered between the two posts without the ability to move
more than a few centimeters in any direction. The Amazon was far from finished
with her. Grabbing the blonde's right leg just below the knee, she pulled it
out a half meter. Quickly she looped a leather cuff about the captive's ankles.
This cuff had a metal ring that was attached to a short chain that ran to a
similar chain on the post.
Though her legs were being spread far apart, Andrea had other things to think
about. She was worried what the reaction would be if the dildo fell out of her.
She tightened every muscle to try to hold it in. (It dawned on her why slave
girls always had flat stomachs. She guessed them spent a lot of time using
muscles she never thought about having.)
The Amazon grabbed her left leg, pulling it outwards just as she had the right.
She had the cuff almost on when the dildo fell out with a dull thud.
"Oh! I think someone is looking for another hundred swats on the fanny."
The Amazon finished securing the cuff in position, then set about shortening
the chain. As her legs went apart, the blonde's head went lower. The Amazon
continued shortening the chains and drawing the blonde's legs further apart,
until the chains to the slave collar were taut.
"Are you ready for you punishment?" The captive could not see that the woman
had picked up the dildo as she stood up. She held it behind her back so Andrea
could not see it.
The blonde answered with a series of mumbled pleadings. She did not want
another spanking. While her bottom was sore, she was certain that with her legs
spread this far apart, there more inviting targets for the woman to strike.
"Perhaps we can work a deal." The blonde nodded vigorously. She was willing
to do anything to keep from being spanked again. The Amazon ripped the tape
from her mouth. "Kiss me. Hard. With your mouth open, and use lots of tongue."
With the tape removed from her face the captive beauty could have screamed out
for help. (Of course no one would have helped her. And she would have been
punished, but all that did not occur to her.) To keep the blonde silenced, the
Amazon planted her mouth on Andrea's. The young captive had no choice but to
respond as she had been ordered. Her lips parted. Before she could move her
tongue outwards, she felt the woman's between her lips.
The blonde pressed her face forward against the woman's mouth. If she had to
kiss another woman, fi she had to kiss another woman passionately to keep from
being spanked again, she would do it.
"Mmmmmmm." Andrea moaned a cry that was far difficult from those she had while
being spanked and gagged. The Amazon had her right hand up between her legs.
She let her fingers play across the blonde's pussy, then plunged her index
finger inside.
Andrea's body stiffened. She tried to pull her head back, but the Amazon kept
her from doing that. As her head moved back the Amazon's moved forward, her
tongue continually extended, always probing into Andrea's mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmm." The second moan was a little more passionate than the first.
Andrea was becoming aroused by this skillful manipulation of her body. She
wanted to find some sort of release for her passion, but the ropes that held her
captive kept her from doing anything except through her lips. She felt the
Amazon's tongue within her mouth. Hers moved past the mistress's lips, finding
new joy with a woman that she never could have imagined the day before.
Suddenly the Amazon pulled back slightly. The hand that had been between the
blonde's legs grabbed her face, finger tips pushing the cheeks in between her
teeth so she had to keep her mouth open to keep from biting herself. The other
hand thrust the dildo past the open lips. "Suck it clean, or I will give you
another spanking."
Andrea looked down at the end of the dildo protruding from her mouth. A minute
before it had been stuck in her, now it resided in her mouth. The juice on it,
she knew, was her own. She did not want another spanking. She rubbed her
tongue all over it to make it clean. Sucking on the end of the shaft, she drew
it a little further into her mouth. She knew she was well on her way to
becoming a most obedient slave girl.
The Amazon wasted no time in getting the blonde dressed as a slave girl. The
first garment was a garter belt. This was pink satin with white satin ruffles.
She looped it about the slender waist, adjusted it, and reset it so it rested on
her hips. The mistress then turned her attention to the sheer black stockings,
releasing one leg at a time so she could pull the sheer garment up each leg. As
she pulled her hands slid up the blonde's legs, pulling all wrinkles out so each
stocking was on perfectly. The Amazon then adjusted the length of the straps
before attaching the tabs to the tops of the stockings. She repeated the
process a second and then a third time to insure that they were on perfectly.
When she finished with each leg, she reattached the leather cuff so Andrea was
forced to stand with her legs spread.
The panties were black satin bikini briefs. (Okay, so the black did not match
the rest of attire. It would match certain bondage accessories the woman
intended to add. More important, it insured that anyone who saw shiny, black,
knew they saw her panties. Andrea knew that too. She would assume that anyone
looking at her was admiring her panties. Of course, there were other reasons
for putting panties on a slave girl, but the blonde was too concerned about
sucking the dildo clean to think of them.)
The skirt was very abbreviated. It was pink satin and flared to insure that
the wear was showing her panties (or bare bottom) whenever she moved. In front,
the hem came to the top of the stockings. It provided some modesty, but was
still extremely short. In back in was an inch short of the bottom of her
buttocks. Thus anyone could see her panties where they completed the curved of
her bottom and disappeared between her legs.
The halter top was made of the same pink satin as the skirt. It was made in
such a way that it pushed the wearer's titties together and up. Andrea's
already large boobs were made to look even bigger. The Amazon grabbed the
blonde's tits through the material, massaging the nipples with both hands until
both were hard and pointed.
The shoes were pink, patent leather sandals with six-inch heels. One strap
went about the ankle, another across the top of her foot. The special buckles
had locks built in. Once they were on her feet, Andrea would not be able to
take them off.
Next came a black leather belt that was three inches wide. (It, and her slave
collar, matched her panties.) The Amazon tightened it about Andrea's slender
waist. In front there were three small buckles. Each had a built-in lock.
Once the belt was fastened about her waist, it was not coming off without
assistance (and who in their right mind would help a slave girl escape).
Secured to the belt in back was a large D-ring. The Amazon quickly moved behind
her captive. With a short rope she tied the blonde's right arm to the ring.
With another she tied her left. Only then did she cut the ropes binding her
wrists and elbows together. With these two new ropes, the captive was still as
helplessly bound as before.
The Amazon crossed the tent to a large wardrobe containing various items
suitable only for a slave girl to wear. Selecting a pair of shoulder-length,
pink satin gloves that matched the rest of her attire. The woman tossed them
over her shoulder. With a wicked smile on her face, she returned to the blonde
captive.
"Are you doing a good job?" The blonde nodded. The Amazon grabbed the end of
the dildo where it protruded from the blonde's mouth. She twisted back and
forth as she slid it in and out. "I expect this thing to be completely clean.
I am certain you have a lot of experience with the real thing, so this should be
easy for you."
Walking around behind the helpless captive, she cut the rope securing her right
arms to the ring on the belt. The blonde had no freedom at all as the Amazon
twisted her arm so she could put the satin glove on her right arm. She took the
same care in putting it on as she did with the stockings. When she finished,
the Amazon twisted the blonde's arm back into the original position. Quickly
she retied the rope. She then repeated the process for her left arm this time
tying a knot so her wrists crossed.. With both arms encased in pink satin, she
applied another rope to the blonde's wrists. When she was done, Andrea's
crossed wrists were bound together at her waist. What she did not realize was
the rope, D-ring and leather belt conspired to keep her hands at waist-level.
She could not use her hands to protect her bottom.
The Amazon moved around in front of the captive. Without a word she jerked the
dildo from the blonde's mouth. Again she held her face so her mouth was open.
"Pucker up!" She then applied light, frosted pink lipstick to the blonde's
luscious lips. The shade of pink did not exactly match the pink of her attire,
but it was not meant to. The important thing was that it contrasted with the
natural color of her lips.
"Now open real wide!" As she said that the Amazon puled a ball gag from her
belt. The blonde whimpered as the mistress shoved the rubber ball between her
teeth. Putting one hand on top Andrea's head, she pushed it down. After
pulling the working end through the buckle as far as she could, she fastened it.
When Andrea raised her head, the strap pulled the ball gag deeper into her
mouth.
She was going to be saying nothing for a while.
The Amazon attached a chain leash to the ring on the front of her collar.
Holding the end tightly in her hand, she removed the chains that were attached
to the rings on the sides of the collars.
"Come on, Slave Girl. You have a little training to undergo, then you can show
your mistress just how much a good little slave girl you are."
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 3
The beautiful blonde discovered that it did not take her long to adopt the
mannerisms of a slave girl. Wearing those high heels, she easily adopted the
fluid gait expected of a slave girl, one that caused her bottom to sway
gracefully from side to side. The Amazon congratulated her on her ease of
learning, and called others over to watch. All who watched had to admit that
she was extremely sexy and beautiful as she moved. Andrea, who was not very
bright to begin with, did not realize that this was all a show to convince her
that she was meant to be a slave girl. She began to think that maybe what they
said about blondes was true. Perhaps she had been destined to wear a slave
collar, and to bring pleasure to others.
When the woman led her into the tent where Marlena awaited her, she fairly
oozed across the ground with the graceful swaying of her bottom. At her
mistress's feet she knelt with her knees spread far apart. She was a slave girl
offering her body to her mistress.
"You look so much more beautiful this way," the Amazon said, hardly able to
control herself at the thought that this beautiful blonde was her possession.
She smiled. "Why don't you show us your panties?"
The blonde knew that was not a request, but an order from her mistress. Her
bottom still burned from the severe spanking she had suffered through an hour
before. She did not want to go through another spanking. Slowly she raised her
right knee in the air, until she could get that foot planted on the ground. She
pushed upwards, almost falling over. (She had trouble maintaining her balance
because of the high heels and the inability to use her arms.) Staggering about,
she turned about, allowing her mistress to get her first look at the beautiful
blonde's arms securely tied to the ring on the belt. One glance told the Amazon
that there was no way the captive beauty could escape this bondage. Carefully,
Andrea bent over so the hem of the short skirt was raised in the back. The
panties did a totally inadequate job of covering her bottomcheeks.
"Very beautiful. Now I want you to move your body so your head moves to the
left. Let Debbie see what beautiful panties you have."
The blonde was blushing as she turned her body. She was being inspected as
though she was a side of beef in the market. Or more appropriately, as though
she was a slave girl about to be sold. She had no idea how close that was to
the truth.
"Now straighten up, Andrea. Turn around and walk over here. We have a little
ritual to perform."
As she straightened up, the blonde's blue eyes opened wide in fright. She had
forgotten about that. Whenever a slave girl came into possession of a new
master or mistress, he or she was obligated to give that slave girl her first
spanking. It was done across the knee. It was done by the bare hand on bare
flesh. It reminded the slave girl of just how helpless she was.
Once the blonde stood so their knees almost touched, Marlena spread her legs
apart, reaching up under the short skirt to grab the young captive by the hips.
She pulled Andrea a few centimeters closer, then let her hands slide up her
bottom to the waistband. Smiling at the blonde, she slowly peeled the shiny
panties off her bottom.
Andrea had forgotten that there was an old maxim: The only reason a mistress
put panties on a slave girl was to give her the opportunity to take them off.
The blonde stood there passively, acting the part of the good little slave girl
she was rapidly becoming. Marlena pulled the panties down below the blonde's
well-rounded bottom cheeks.
The Amazon then pulled the blonde over her lap so her bare fanny rested on her
leather-clad thighs. Her left arm encircled the blonde's waist to insure that
she did not fall over her lap (and thereby hurt herself). She flexed her right
hand as she smiled at Debbie.
"The stupid bimbo is practically drooling at the sight of this slave girl," she
thought. "I wonder what she would think if she knew that I have this fate in
store for her."
Smack! Andrea's body straightened out, her legs and head coming up. The blow
landed on her right cheek. It was not hard, but since her bottom was already
red from her previous spanking, it hurt. Smack! She had no recovered from the
pain of the first blow, when the Amazon delivered the second on the other check.
Smack! The blonde's legs began to kick. Smack! Smack! Marlena alternated
cheeks. Smack! Smack! The cheeks were already red so she could not use that
as a gauge of when to stop. Smack! Smack! She stopped only when she wanted
to.
The mistress pushed the blonde off her lap so she landed at her knees. She was
certain the young captive had learned her lesson. She was only a slave girl.
She had done nothing wrong, and yet she had been punished. The ritual first
spanking taught the slave girl to obey every order without thinking. To disobey
was to suffer the consequences.
The bound beauty knelt with her head was bowed so her long blonde tresses
covered her knees and formed languid pools of gold on the ground about them.
The spanking had hurt, doubly because it was on top the severe beating she had
just suffered through. Her head was bowed, not from pain, but from the
knowledge that another woman had intimately spanked her, bare hand to bare
flesh. It had pleased the mistress to do that to her. She knew she existed
only to please others.
Her fate as a slave girl was about to get worse though.
Marlena held up a small wooden paddle, a circle of wood about six inches in
diameter mounted on a handle. To insure that the captive saw it, she grabbed a
handful of her hair and jerked up. When Andrea's face came up, the first thing
she saw was that paddle. "I think a couple dozen of these are in order. A
couple of dozen on each cheek," she added.
The blonde shook her head. (If she tried to utter the word "no," the gag
filling her mouth had done a most excellent job of silencing it.) She pleaded
with her big, blue eyes. She was willing to do anything to avoid another
spanking. Total submission was exactly what the Amazon wanted of her.
"Perhaps you would like to find some other way to thank me for turning you into
a slave."
Within seconds, the beautiful blonde knelt with her face pressed into her
mistress's crotch. Her tongue probed deeply into the woman's pussy. She bent
her head back to make eye contact. She did not dare take her gaze away from the
woman who would determine her fate.
Marlena grabbed the blonde's head as she began to achieve another orgasm. She
drew the captive's face tighter against her pussy. The blonde continued to
stare upwards, but the Amazon's pubic hair partially obstructed her line of
sight.
While this was going on, another scene was unfolding within the town. The
slave market had its auction at two every day. Before then, the prospective
customers were allowed to view the merchandise closely before it was put up for
sale.
This day, Gina Gibbons came through to inspect the various slave girls that
would be sold. All were beautiful and sexy, but they did not meet her
expectations.
Gina was one of the most beautiful women in town, and she knew it, and she made
certain that everyone else knew it also. She flicked her long, dark hair over
one shoulder while she complained loudly of the poor quality of the merchandise.
Most people would be happy to own any of these slave girls. But she wanted
everyone to know that her standards were higher.
Accompanying her was Cindi Collier and Jane Juno. Cindi was a tall blonde with
extremely large boobs. Jane was about as beautiful as Gina with a nicely
proportioned body. They followed Gina because they like the way others treated
them. Gina's arrogance and money paid off with increased respect when they
were with her.
"Why don't they have any good slaves for sale?"
Now it happened that at the market that day was Deirdre Young. Deirdre was not
an Amazon, but she worked for them periodically on a commission basis. She knew
the type of woman the Amazons wanted. Gina, Cindi, and Jane all fit the bill.
With a little luck she could persuade them to let her sample Gina's copious
charms before they shipped her off to Saphos.
"You don't know about the special market?"
"What special market?"
"Shhh!" Gina had fairly screamed her reply. "The market the slavers have.
The rich people get the first chance to purchase the best slave girls before
they are brought into town for sale."
Gina considered herself rich. She knew no reason why she should not be
included in this group.
"Where is this market?"
"Go out to the Amazon camp. Just tell them Deirdre told you about the preview
market. That is the key word. Preview market. Do not let them tell you 'no.'"
Now going outside the city walls was a risky proposition for a young woman.
Gina felt safe though. Her sycophants Cindi and Jane would be with her.
Besides, she was both rich and powerful. She had a lot of important friends.
(Little did she realize though that those friends were only interested in
getting a slave collar around that lovely throat of hers.)
"Come on. We are going to find some good merchandise."
Back in the Amazon camp, Marlena shoved the bright red rubber ballgag into the
blonde's mouth. The strap was already loosely buckled so all she had to do was
to slip it over her head. When she pulled on the working end, the strap
shortened, securing the rubber ball firmly in Andrea's mouth. The strap was on
top those long, lovely tresses, but the Amazon did not intend for her to wear it
long.
"Now I want you to crawl over to Debbie and thank her for setting you up to
become a slave."
The kneeling blonde turned to her left. Centimeter by centimeter, she made her
way the meter and a half that separated the two mistresses. In a minute she
knelt before her former employer, staring at her pussy.
"Please, Mistress, let me thank you for turning me into a slave girl," the
blonde captive whimpered as soon as the ball gag was removed. When Debbie
pointed toward her pussy, the blonde crawled forward a few more centimeters,
before lowering her head.
"You know, Debbie."
"What! Ohhhh! What! What!"
"Why don't you keep Andrea? As a present. Think of it as a show of good faith
for our coming business partnership."
The bound blonde heard this conversation, and managed to stifle a tear or two.
They were giving her away as though she was some used piece of clothing. Well,
as she thought about it, there really was little difference between a slave girl
and a piece of clothing, though a mistress was liable to take better care of her
clothing.
"Would you like that?" Debbie grabbed the blonde's head with both hands,
forcing her to raise her face to look into her eyes. "Would you like to be my
own, personal slave girl?"
That was the last thing she wanted. She knew how Debbie treated her slaves.
Okay, she had treated them the same way, but she was certain that anyone else
would be a better mistress than Debbie. Still, she was a slave girl with a
bottom that still burned from her first spanking.
"Yes, Mistress."
When Debbie had come several times, they took Andrea out to dress her again for
her triumphant entry into the city as a slave girl. Debbie walked outside to
get a look at the supply of slave girls they had tethered about. Becky
immediately grabbed Marlena.
"Why did you give that blonde away? She is prime stuff. You should have sent
her to Saphos!"
"All in good time. I want to cultivate Debbie. How you noticed the size of
those titties of hers. She will make a most admirable addition to our stables.
In the meantime, I intend to let her think that she is equal to us."
She motioned another Amazon over.
"I want you to find out all you can about this college of cosmetology. I want
to know everyone connected with it, their positions, and their responsibilities.
This is too good an opportunity to pass up. As soon as she can replace Debbie's
people with ours, we will let her grace one of our slave collars."
The Amazon turned back to Becky. "Then our little blonde will be ours again."
The Amazons returned with the blonde slave girl just a few minutes later. They
had changed her clothing a little. They had removed that travesty of a
minidress she wore, along with the panties. All she wore was the corset,
stockings, and high heels, hardly what one would call "clothing," and yet quite
appropriate for a slave girl. When the woman leading her came to a stop, Andrea
stopped, spreading her feet about a meter apart. The Amazons smiled with
satisfaction. The blonde was rapidly becoming a good little slave girl.
Andrea followed where she was led. There was nothing else she could do. She
made no sign of resistance at all, knowing that such an act would result in
another severe spanking. One of the Amazons held the end of her leash. She
simply walked where she was led.
They led her out a side entrance to the pavilion, and down a walk toward the
road. They had planned a coffle to enter town late in the day, and Andrea would
be part of it. Until it was formed and ready to go, she would wait with the
others.
The other slave girls waiting for the coffle were secured in a series of
pillories at the bottom of the grade. They were positioned in such a way that
their naked fannies were directed toward the road. Everyone who came down would
see them. This was also an offer to sample the wares.
They led their blonde captive around behind the first slave girl. When the
Amazon tugged on the leash, Andrea dropped to her knees. She knew what they
wanted her to do. That slave girl's pussy was immediately in front of her face.
She knew there was nothing lower than a slave girl who had to service another
slave girl's pussy, but her mistress wanted her to do this. When the ball gag
was removed from her mouth, there was no obstacle to her eating her
sister-captive.
"Make her come. That is one of the advantages of being one of the early ones.
You get eaten more often than you have to eat."
Andrea pressed her face against the woman's bare bottom so she could stick her
tongue into the woman's pussy. She pressed her face harder against the red
cheeks as she began to wiggle her tongue.
She made that naked captive come once. They shoved the ball gag into her mouth
as they maneuvered her behind the second. The gag came out and her face moved
forward, tongue out.
At that point the Amazon's attention was diverted by the arrival of three women
from town.
"So where are they? Where are all the good slaves you have been holding out on
us?"
Gina was not one to garner many friends wherever she went.
"What are you talking about?"
It took only a minute for the beautiful brunette to explain the situation that
she could have done in ten seconds. Marlena looked at her friends with a blank
look on her face, stunned by Gina's audacity and general stupidly.
"Who told you that?"
"Deirdre Dearing."
"Diedre, hmmm, Diedre. Carrie, show them where we keep them."
The Amazons ignored Andrea while they watched their comrade lead the three
women around behind their pavilion. They said not a word until the three had
disappeared from sight beyond a slight rise of ground. They all erupted into
laughter.
"Remind me to give Deirdre double her usual finder's fee."
Debbie looked at the Amazons about her with an expression on her face that
clearly indicated that she thought they had lost their collective minds. Then
it dawned on her. "You mean you do not..."
"No." Marlena gestured in the general direction Gina and her friends had gone.
"Some of you go help Carrie."
They turned their attention back to the blonde who finished making the last of
the slave girls come. Now it was her turn. They pulled her to her feet.
Before she was completely upright one of the Amazons was already shoving the
ball gag back into her mouth. Her head was pushed down to make it easier to
fasten the ends of the strap together behind her head so those long tresses were
not trapped underneath. When the Amazon finished, she let go and the captive
beauty raised her head.
While this was going on, they dragged her feet apart, fastening a leather cuff
about each ankle so she could not draw her legs together. Secured so she could
not run off, they untied her hands. She paid no attention to what they did to
her hands though, as her interest was on the pillory in front of her. One
Amazon unlocked it, then raised the upper part high in the air.
"Okay, Blondie, your head goes here." She patted the center groove. "And one
wrist goes here and here."
The naked beauty leaned forward to grab hold of the lower part of the pillory
with both hands. Slowly she lowered her head until her throat was against the
lower groove. As she moved her hands to the outer grooves, an Amazon pulled her
hair forward so it all dangled down from her head. When the two pieces of the
pillory were secured together, her long tresses would not be trapped. Andrea
looked to the left where her left hand rested on the groove in the wood. She
glanced back to the right.
As soon as her hands were through the groove, the Amazon lowered the upper part
of the pillory. Another Amazon grabbed it to hold it as it descended so it
would not slam down. Carefully she brought it down so the two pieces of wood
touched. The woman applied a large padlock, but there really was no reason to.
There was a spring-operated locking device that engaged as soon as the two
pieces touched.
The captive beauty fully expected to be spanked again. She wished the ball gag
was not in her mouth so she could plead with them not to punish her. Since she
had submitted only a couple of hours earlier, she had done everyone they wanted.
She saw no need for them to spank her again.
While they intended to torture her again, it was not physical pain they
intended to inflict this time. The torment this time would be much more subtle.
There were a number of slave girls they intended to take into town that
afternoon. Many of them would end up bent over the pillories alongside the
blonde. Each would act as she had before being locked into one of the
pillories.
The next girl was brought over almost as soon as Andrea was locked into
position. The beautiful blonde had to wait her turn though. She was the fifth
girl in line. It took the slave girl almost half ah hour to reach her. Andrea
felt the young woman's tongue in her. It took only a couple of minutes for her
to come. That slave girl then moved onto the pillory beside the blonde where
she was locked into the same position. Andrea was barely aware of what happened
to her new neighbor as she felt the lips and tongue of the next slave girl
pressing against her pussy. She began gasping as she felt herself coming again.
"So what do you do when you have more than twenty slave girls?" Debbie had
counted the number of pillories set up in the row, and discovered there were
twenty. She knew the coffles of slave girls the Amazons brought into the city
often exceeded twenty.
"The most we can handle here is forty. When the twenty-first slave girl
reaches the end, she replaces the first who makes her way down the line. When
she reaches the end of the line, she crawls back here and takes her position on
the end. The twenty-second slave girl replaces the second and so on."
"What if you have more than forty?"
"We line them up alongside the road, legs spread, panties off. There always
will be some man willing to help in their education as slave girls."
Debbie knew what the Amazon meant. Chemical pollution had so permeated the
bodies of men and women that they were significantly different from what the old
textbooks taught. Men had developed a form of priapism that would give an
erection for hours at a time, several times a day. One philosopher once
remarked that they could arrest the decline of civilization merely making more
war than love. (He was promptly stoned to death.)
For women, the changes were different, but no less important. Breasts now came
in three sizes. A woman with "small" breasts used a bra with a "C" cup. Normal
size (such as Andrea's) was a "D" cup. And the large ones (such as Debbie's)
were "Double-D." Since genetic engineering years
The offshoot of this was that men would take advantage of any slave girl's
pussy offered to them. If the newly collared slave girls of the Amazons were
lined up along the road, every man coming by would avail them of at least one.
As Debbie watched her blonde slave girl moan loudly through the ball gag as she
shook with another orgasm, an interesting scene was developing not far away.
The blonde was held spreadeagle by wire ropes attached to leather cuffs and a
ball gag harness. One rope ran from her left ankle, through the pulley on the
post to her left, up to the top where there was another pulley, down through a
ring on top the ball gag harness, back up to a crosspiece, down the right post a
short distance to a pulley, then to her right wrist.
The effect of this all was that she could not move at all. She was naked and
helpless. When Gina came up, she first noticed the container of switches in
front of the captive. (They were more than two meters in front of her so she
could see them.) Looking up, she saw the red marks on the inner thighs of the
captive. Gina had no idea what she had done to deserve this, but she was
certain that she could not do it again.
Reaching down, she grabbed one of the switches. Flicking it through the air,
she started forward.
As she extended it so it against the blonde's pussy, Jane walked up with a
puzzled look on her face..
"Have you seen Cindi? I saw her talking to some Amazons, then they all
disappeared."
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter Four
Back in town, another scene was developing with consequences little different
from those outside the town walls. The Amazon's name was Clarissa. She reached
over to pat her dining companion on the forearm as she gave her a Cheshire cat
grin. "It will go as we planned," she said as she stood up. "Just do it the
way I told you. She will be putty in your hands."
"When do I get paid?"
"There is an inn out the walls. 'The inn of the Dancing Slave Girl.' Have you
heard of it? Good. Come there after you are done. Shelly will send her money
to us there. We will give you your share then."
The Amazon went before her business partner to the register to pay for her
meal. (They had agreed to minimize the amount of contact between them.)
Everyone knew that anyone meeting with an Amazon was plotting the enslavement of
a woman. (When two Amazons were together, people thought the same.) While there
was little likelihood that Paulette Peters would hear of this meeting, it made
sense to draw attention to themselves. Janice had several other friends with
voluptuous bodies. Arranging for them to become slave girls could prove
profitable. She could not afford to allow her business venture with Clarissa to
become well-known.
Clarissa went to the counter to pay for her meal, but found she had to wait.
And wait. And wait.
The clerk at the cash register stared at the young man standing across the
counter from her with love in her eyes. She was oblivious to everything else
about her (including Clarissa). The Amazon noted the look that the man gave
her. Rather than love, she was certain he was imagining what she would look
like wearing a slave collar and little else. Clarissa hated waiting in line,
particularly when the cause was a young woman just begging to be turned into a
slave girl.
She looked closer at her name tag. Robyn. The Amazon smiled. Robyn's light
brown hair was pinned at the back of her head, indicating she was a free woman.
She was beautiful with a delightfully curvaceous body and big brown eyes. She
would look so much more beautiful on her knees with a slave collar firmly locked
about her throat. Robyn. She would enslave this clerk for making her wait, but
she would do it in such a way that the captive would suffer imaginable
humiliation. Robyn.
Once Clarissa had left the cafe, it was Janice Jason's turn to leave. Okay,
she had to wait also. Her solution was to complain to the manager. Robyn
frowned at her as she took her money. She cast a glance at the young man before
opening the till. Janice drummed her fingertips on top the counter to show her
impatience. She was in a hurry. She had someone to meet.
The object of the discussion between the two was Paulette Peters. Paulette
wanted to marry Ronor, but he had chosen Shelly instead. Paulette knew she
could win him back. What was the point of having huge tits if you could not use
them? The buxom brunette was certain that if she could talk to him she would
have no trouble winning him back. Okay, Shelly was pretty, but her body did not
compare to hers. The problem was her rival had Ronor's servants in her pay so
she could not get in to see him. There was another way though. She would dress
herself up as a slave girl, and have herself delivered to his house as a wedding
present. She was certain that he would take one look at her body and want to
marry her instead. (Okay, she was not too brilliant to begin with. Clarissa
had prompted Janice into subtly suggesting this so Paulette thought it was her
idea.)
Before she met with the Amazon, Janice had accompanied Paulette to a store that
specialized in various items for slave girls. No one paid attention as Paulette
held the various items up against her body to see what they would look like when
she put them on. One marketing expert estimated that sixty percent of all sales
of slave girl and bondage items went to free women who wanted to pretend they
were slave girls.
When the two left the shop, Janice went to see Clarissa while the buxom
brunette went to a room in a nearby tavern that the two had rented earlier in
the day. Paulette gave the key to Janice so she could allow herself into the
room.
Once alone in the room, Paulette had certain the door was locked. She threw
the bolt and tested it by pulling on the handle before she was certain no one
could open it. She certainly did not want anyone else to come barging in on her
while she was helpless. She carefully hung up the minidress they had chosen.
She did not want it to get wrinkled. The various bondage items and slave girl
attire went on the bed where she could get to them easily.
Now that she was ready to begin, she stripped off her clothing. The tee-shirt,
jeans, white cotton bra and matching panties ended up on the bed. They were the
clothing of a free woman. She would go see Ronor as a slave girl. How could he
possibly resist her?
She pulled the pins from her hair, letting her long dark hair fall down. Free
women wore their hair up because they could. Slave girls had no choice. They
wore it down. Many said it made them look more beautiful. Everyone knew
instantly that a woman with her hair down was a slave girl.
She chose the garter belt first from the little pile on the bed. Her fingers
slid across the smooth satin. The garter belt was light green, with black lace
ruffles. She chose a green and black motif for her outfit. The minidress was
light green as where her sandals. The panties and stockings were black. The
garter belt was a combination of each. She knew she would look very sexy in
this outfit.
She wrapped the garter belt about her slender waist and started getting dressed
(so to speak). Once it was on, she pulled on the sheer black stockings,
adjusting the seams in back so they were straight. Several times she had to run
her hands up her legs to make certain that all the wrinkles were out of each.
She glanced at the door again before bending down to slid her hands up her legs
from the ankle to the upper thighs. She enjoyed the feel of the stockings.
The buxom brunette then adjusted the length of the straps and attached the tabs
to the tops of the stockings. She crossed to the full-length mirror on one wall
to examine her clothing. She saw a wrinkle or two in each that displeased her.
Again she smoothed out the material before reattaching the tabs.
She slipped her feet into the shoes. The shoes were sandals with two straps to
hold them on her feet, one across the top of her foot and the other around her
ankle. This insured that she could not slip out of them.
She looked at them before trying them on again. As with all slave girl shoes,
there was little to them. She knew it would be uncomfortable wearing them since
they had a six-inch spike heel. She wondered how she was going to walk all the
way to Ronor's without falling down. She pressed her lips together. "I should
have bought these a couple of days ago, and practiced with them," she said out
loud. She wondered if there was some way she could be delivered to Ronor as a
package, but that would simply draw attention to herself. Slave girls went
around in high heels at the end of leashes so their bodies and helplessness
could be enjoyed by everyone who saw them.
She walked over to the full-length mirror on a wall. She was very sexy. She
wondered how Ronor could ever resist this body. She would have him by the end
of the day.
She went back to getting dressed, though there was not much more to do. The
panties were black satin bikinis ones that tied on each hip. (A simple tug on
either of the bows would cause them to fall off.) It took her several minutes
before she had them on right.
She returned to the mirror to see what she looked like now. A small triangle
in front covered her pubic hair and little else. Turning around and looking
over her shoulder, she saw that the larger triangle in back did a totally
inadequate job of covering her fanny. In other words, it was a perfect fit.
For this little bondage session, she did not want the dress to get mussed so
she had bought a black satin halter top to wear. She did not want to flaunt her
large boobs, even in the privacy of the room. The halter top consisted of a
pair of large triangles, connected together by black satin strings that were
secured by bows. It was just as with the panties. Pull on the bow between her
boobs and they would fall out of the halter top. Do the same to the bow behind
her back, or the one at the back of her neck and those marvelous titties of hers
would flop into sight.
She looked at herself again. The halter top lifted her titties without
presenting any support. She bent forward a little as she moved her shoulders
forward and back. The supple mounds jiggled merrily. She grinned. Ronor would
like that.
The only remaining items to put on were the shoulder-length black satin gloves.
The buxom brunette sat with her back to the bed as she worked. It was difficult
to get the gloves on but she knew the effect would be stunning. The typical
attire for a slave girl were stockings, a garter belt, and gloves, items that
hid nothing and emphasized all the choice parts of her body.
She was now dressed as a slave girl. The only thing missing was the bondage
and the collar. She picked up the collar, looked at it closely for a few
seconds, held it against her throat to see what her reflection looked like with
it on, and dropped it on the floor. That was a step she wanted to delay. Once
she had the collar on, everyone would consider her to be a slave girl.
She chose the ballgag next. Again, she looked at it, but this time she went
ahead and used it. With her right hand, she thrust it into her mouth. It was
larger than what she expected so she had to use the fingertips of both hands to
shove it past her teeth. Reaching up behind her neck, she buckled the ends
together under her long black hair.
She examined herself in the mirror again from several angles. Her gag seemed
to make her look so much more beautiful. "Mmmmmffftt! Mmmmmffftt!" She
grunted through the gag. The muffled sound she knew could not be heard outside
the room. Once she was bound, she could not call anyone to come to free her (as
though she would actually want anyone to see her dressed in this most revealing
attire).
Now it was time for the bondage. She sat on the floor to attach the end of the
chain leash to a ring on the leg of the bed. She used a small padlock to secure
it there, then used another to fasten the other end to the leather collar.
At this point, she took all the keys and attached them to the lower ring on the
front of the collar. The keys to her bondage would be right where she knew they
were. If she was upright, she would feel them dangling against her chest. But
being bound, there would be no way she could reach them to free herself. When
Janice came to free her, she would know where the keys were.
The bondage device she had chosen consisted of a pair of handcuffs, a chain and
a leather strap called a hogtie harness. The clerk had shown them several
different varieties, and offered to demonstrate on one of the slave girls the
store kept to model the items. They had been in a hurry though, much to the
regret of both young women.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Paulette wrapped the strap about her ankles.
Once she had drawn all the slack from it, she buckled the ends together. She
secured it there with another padlock.
The buxom brunette then twisted around on the floor so her head was near the
leg of the bed. It was now time to use the slave collar. She wrapped it about
her head, using another padlock to secure it in place. She grabbed it at her
throat to pull with both hands. It would not come off. It was permanent unless
the key was used.
She felt her nipples growing hard and pointed against the carpeting. She began
to understand why so many women risked being enslaved to allow themselves to be
dressed and bound as a slave girl. There was something sensuous about being
helpless.
All that remained now were the handcuffs. She lay on her front, and raised her
feet back toward her head. That brought the handcuffs within reach. She paused
for thirty or forty seconds as she contemplated what she was about to do.
"Ronor will not be able to resist me," she thought to herself as she fastened a
steel cuff about one wrist, then the other.
What the buxom brunette had done was to secure herself in a rather right
hogtie. The chain connecting her wrists to her ankles was only a few
centimeters long, forcing her to keep her legs bent back. The shortness of the
chain made it so she could hit the bottoms of the high heeled sandals with the
back of her head if she pulled her head back a few centimeters. Because her
ankles were crossed, her knees were spread far apart. She would not be able to
roll onto her side in this bondage position.
Paulette had planned on resting her head on the floor while she waited for
Janice to free her, but she had miscalculated the severity of the position. To
get into this position, she had to draw her shoulders up off the carpeting. The
only part of her head she could get to the carpet was her forehead, and that was
uncomfortable. She could do nothing but keep her face raised in the air.
The buxom brunette had intended to lie there until Janice came to free her, but
it was inevitable that she had to test her bondage just to see if she was
helpless. She twisted her hands about without being able to gain any freedom at
all. Every time she moved, she felt a tug on the strap about her ankles. She
tried to straighten her legs out, but there was no slack in the chain at all.
She wondered if she could move about. It took only a few seconds for her to
realize that she could not roll onto her side because of the way her knees were
spread.
Turning her head to the left, she looked at the leg of the bed. The chain
appeared in sight about ten centimeters from the bed leg. She saw how it was
fastened to the ring on the piece of wood. She could not see where the other
end was locked to her collar, but she knew it would not come off. Perhaps, if
she wiggled really hard, she might be able to move away from the bed a little.
The total distance she moved though would not be longer than the length of the
chain.
The only thing left to try was the gag. She certainly did not want anyone to
find her bound as she was. She grunted several times through the rubber ball
filling her mouth with confidence that no one could hear her.
Eventually she became convinced that escape was impossible without assistance.
She would remain bound where she was until Janice came for her. She could only
lay there and wait.
Janice in the meanwhile was enjoying her second cappuccino as Clarissa gave her
some final tips.
From the cafe, Janice made her way leisurely to the inn. She did not want to
seem to anxious to get the buxom young woman bound. Clarissa had told her to
try to talk Paulette out of continuing. She believed that would only impel the
woman to continue.
At the front desk, Janice asked several questions and smiled at the answers.
Half an hour after she arrived, she finally went to the room to see what
condition her friend was in.
Just as she had hoped, Paulette lay on the floor in a tight hogtie. The captive
tried to turn her head around to look at her, but because of the tightness of
her bondage, she could not. Janice walked around in front of her so the young
woman could see her. To make it easier on her, she squatted down.
"So how is it going? Ready to give up?" Paulette's reply was a pair of
grunts. Janice took them to mean 'no.' "I have a little surprise for you."
Without explaining, she unfastened the end of the chain leash from her collar.
Paulette began to grunt in protest as her friend flipped her over on her back.
Paulette did not like this position at all. Sure, it was painful because her
handcuffed hands were under her back. That was not the reason though. In this
position her knees were spread far apart. Janice appeared at her feet grinning
broadly. Slowly she reached forward to probe the captive's belly button with
her index finger. There was no pain, but it did tickle. Paulette squirmed
around with being able to get free.
"I do not think we need these," the woman said with a giggle as she extended
both hands toward the captive beauty's hips. "Mmmmmffftt! Mmmmmffftt!
Mmmmmffftt!" Paulette thrashed about as much as she could in her bound
condition, but as she had already learned, that was not much. She felt the
panties go limp about her waist. She felt the smooth material slid away from
her body. She knew her pussy was visible even before Janice held up her panties
for her to see.
"I do not think you need these. I have a surprise for you, and these will just
get in the way."
Janice came to her feet and turned toward the door. "Mmmmmffftt! Mmmmmffftt!"
Paulette realized that she lay in such a manner that anyone standing outside the
door would have a clear view of her pussy. Still, there was not a thing she
could do to stop her friend from opening the door. Janice left the room, and to
Paulette's horror, left the door ajar. "Mmmmmffftt! Mmmmmffftt!" It dawned on
the helpless captive that she really did not want anyone to hear her. Janice
knew what position she had left her in. She resolved to be quiet. Maybe no one
would notice her.
Janice was gone only a few seconds. Paulette's blue eyes opened wide with fear
as she realized that there were two sets of footsteps entering the room.
Someone had come in behind Janice. Paulette had no way of seeing whom it was
because in that position, her head was pulled back so she could only stare at
the wall opposite the door. Had the buxom brunette been able to see, she would
have realized that Janice had not brought a person, but rather an animal. She
led a slave girl, a real one. This one was obviously owned by the tavern as she
wore a little black satin, French Maid's outfit. Her arms were behind her back
in a leather single glove. Her mouth was filled with a bright red rubber ball
gag. Similar to the one Paulette wore.
Janice jerked down on the leash. The slave girl showed how well-trained she
was by immediately dropping to her knees. Directly ahead of her was the
captive's vulnerable pussy. This slave girl knew why she was there. She
lowered her head toward the brunette's crotch.
Janice threaded the end of the leash under Paulette's body so she could fasten
her end to the ring on the front of the collar. The slave girl's face was about
four centimeters in front of Paulette's pussy. She could not move it further
away. She would have no trouble bringing it closer.
Janice quickly removed the slave girl's ball gag. Grabbing a handful of hair
with her left hand, she bent the captive's head back. "Tell Paulette what you
think of her pussy."
The slave girl had been through this routine several times before. She knew
there was no correct answer. If the mistress did not like her response, she
would be spanked. She knew what she had to say though, and hoped it was the
right thing. "Paulette has the most beautiful pussy in the world." Janice
heard Paulette giggling through her gag. It was immense fun to make a slave
girl grovel.
"What would you like to do with it?"
"I would like to eat Paulette's pussy."
"Go to it," she said as she pushed the slave girl's face into it.
Janice moved around so she could see her friend's face. The beautiful
brunette's eyes were wide open, her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she
gasped for breadth. "Mmmmmfffffftttttttt!!!!" She saw Paulette's body relax a
little after the orgasm. If the buxom woman thought one orgasm was all she had
to endure, she was sorely wrong. "Mmmmm." Her protest was weak and not
believable. Janice saw her try to draw her legs together without success. The
second orgasm came in less time than the first.
"I am going to go out and get a drink. I will be back for you in an hour or
two."
"Mmmmmmfffmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmffffffffffttttttt!!!!" Paulette's grunt of protest
turned into a long moan of ecstasy as she came again.
At the door Janice paused to look back. She could tell that the helpless
captive was about to undergo another orgasm. She chuckled as she closed the
door behind her.
Despite what she told Paulette, Janice did not go to the bar, at least not at
first. Paulette was under the impression that she was going to deliver her to
Ronor. She did not want to be caught with an unlicenced slave girl. She crossed
the street to the offices of "Speedy Delivery Service" to make arrangement for
Paulette's delivery. Pickup would be in five minutes. Janice asked for three
hours. That would be plenty of time to finish what she had in mind.
Her next stop was the slave girl kennels in the back of the inn. Guests
staying there could have their slave girls penned up and protected while they
transacted their business in town. A small bribe insured that the whipmistress
would arrange for a suitable place for the buxom brunette to wait.
Her last step was the bar. She bought herself a glass of white wine. As she
sipped it, she looked around the bar. In one corner there were three young men
eyeing the slave girl serving them. She smiled as she took another drink. They
were exactly what she wanted. Quickly she crossed the room to them.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter Five
Paulette was so exhausted from the multiple orgasms that she offered no
resistance when Janice dressed her. "You would not make a very good Amazon,"
the light-haired beauty thought as she fastened the snaps on the dress. The
clothing slave girls wore always had bows or snaps or a combination of each.
These allowed a mistress to redress her captive without having to untie her.
Paulette was untied, but this was all part of Janice's plan. The buxom brunette
thought everything was going according to plan because Janice had released her
from her bondage.
"Here, have a drink." While it looked like regular white wine, it was
fortified with extra alcohol. While it would not make the buxom brunette
falling down drunk, it was enough to dull her senses.
"Hands behind you back."
Paulette sat on the edge of the bed in the room she and Janice had rented. She
put her hands behind her back as ordered, and leaned forward to make it easier
for her friend to fasten the steel cuffs in place. Janice knew there were
better ways of securing a woman, but Paulette would not be wearing these too
long. Once they were on, her big-chested friend would not be able to get free
no matter how hard she tried. She still wore the slave collar she had put on
herself, so anyone would treat her as a slave girl. If anyone came across her,
they would assume she was a slave girl because of that collar.
"Open up." Paulette could still call out for help, but that was something
Janice intended to deny her. As soon as the lovely captive opened her mouth,
Janice pushed the bright, red rubber ball into her mouth. Her right hand on the
back of the captive's head, forced her face down toward her thighs. Janice
pulled her shoulder-length dark tresses out of the way behind buckling the ends
of the strap together.
When Paulette looked up, the backward movement of her head caused the strap to
pull the rubber ball deeper into her mouth. She could make no sounds about a
grunt. Anyone outside the room would never hear her crying out. She certainly
could say nothing that anyone would want to listen to.
"Are you ready to go?" The buxom brunette nodded and came to her feet. Janice
had to grab her to keep her from falling over. The helpless captive was not
used to moving about without the use of her arms to help maintain her balance.
"Just how stupid are you?" Janice wondered as she attached a chain leash to the
ring on the front of the collar. She had gone to a lot of trouble putting the
dress on the curvaceous captive, but Paulette had not noticed that she no longer
wore panties. Janice had kicked them under the bed so the captive would not see
them. With her friend bound and gagged as she was, there was nothing she could
do about it now. Still, had she known, she would not have been so willing to go
out in public undressed as she was.
The outfit Paulette wore was designed specially for slave girls to show off
their charms. (Or perhaps, more appropriately, for their masters and mistresses
to show off their charms. The bodice of the light-green satin dress was little
more than a pair of straps that covered her titties. Anyone looking at her from
in front would see a lot of cleavage. At the same time, a view from the side
showed the full roundness of her breasts. (With Paulette's hands cuffed behind
her back, her arms did not obstruct the view.) With Paulette's extremely large
boobs, more flesh was showing than was covered. With the cuffs holding her
hands behind her back, she could not stop anyone from founding those supple
mounds.
The key feature of the outfit was its length, or rather, its lack of length.
In front, the hem barely covered the tops of her stockings so most of her lovely
legs were visible. The hem in back was much shorter, just fifteen centimeters
long. The slave girl would always know that anyone standing behind her could
see her panties. In Paulette's case, when she bent over, anyone standing behind
her could see her pussy. She did not realize that, at least not yet.
"Let us go." Bound, gagged, and dressed as a slave girl, there was nothing the
buxom captive could do but follow when Janice gently tugged on the chain.
Paulette paused at the door. Once she stepped through it, everyone would be
able to see a lot more of her body than any free woman allowed. She had to
remember though, she was not a free woman, she was a slave girl. She was no
different from any of the other tens of thousands of slave girls out there.
Okay, maybe her boobs were a lot larger, but other than that, she was no
different from them. She only had to act as though she was a slave girl, and it
would all be okay.
The plan they agreed upon had Janice taking Paulette to Ronor's to insure that
she got there. Of course Janice had changed the plan. She planned to be
elsewhere when the captive brunette arrived at her destination. Once out the
door she turned left toward the rear of the tavern where the slave kennels were.
(Of course, a slave girl could not use the front door.)
"Rats! I left the stuff in there. Let me get it. You wait here." As she
said that, a leather-clad mistress leading a pair of hooded slave girls went
past. "You had better look the part. Spread your legs apart and bend forward."
Janice attached her end of the leash to a ring on the wall at eye level. Now
Paulette did not like that one little bit, but she did it anyway. If a free man
or woman complained about her position, Janice would have no choice but to spank
her. She spread her legs further apart than her shoulders, then bent forward.
"Have fun," Janice said as she patted the captive on her bare bottom. With
that touch, Paulette realized she had no panties on. "Mmmmfffffttt!!" She
straightened up and turned to protest to Janice, but all she saw was her back as
she disappeared through the door to the lobby.
As Janice left, a man came through. Paulette did not want to attract attention
to herself, so she bent forward, showing her pussy to the man. She stared
intently at the wall a few centimeters in front of her face. She wondered what
the man thought of her pussy without realizing that to him, it was just another
slave girl's love nest.
Janice hurried from the inn to the city gate that led outside to the Amazon's
camp. On the road leading up to the gate, a long coffle of slave girls knelt to
await their turn to be processed. She saw a number of slave girls in pillories
(including Andrea), but they meant nothing to her. Her destination was "The Inn
of the Dancing Slave."
The inn was there to cater to the slavers, nothing more, nothing less. In town
the rumor was that if your wife, sister, or girl friend was missing, the first
place to look was in the kennels of the Inn of the Dancing Slave. Actually
there were very few slave girls there, and they were the property of the owner.
The slavers kept their stock in their camps. And the best way to hide a slave
girl kidnaped from the town was to slap a collar on her and take her back to
town. Once she was properly enrolled, she was legally a slave girl. Her
fingerprints were taken and kept on file. If her fingerprints were already on
file (as a free woman) that file was discarded so there was no trace of who she
was.
Janice climbed the four steps to the porch slowly. She had heard stories about
this place so she was leery about entering. On the front porch a dozen slave
girls wearing collars and little else knelt facing the gate to the town. She
wondered if they were women kidnaped from there, and being taunted with the
entrance, or if they were captives from another town, brought here to add to the
already large population of slave girls.
She stuck her head through the door to see what was going on. It looked rather
normal inside. Ahead of her was a clerk at a desk if she wanted a room.
Kneeling to the side were a pair of slave girls in red satin dresses and little
red pillbox hats. Their hands were cuffed in front of them. A short chain
connected the cuffs to the ring on the front of the collar. It gave the viewer
the impression that they were begging to serve him. They were there to carry
the guests' luggage up to the room. The beautiful young woman smiled as she
wondered what sort of tips they got.
To her left, a bored Amazon was tormenting a pair of slave girls positioned for
the pleasure of any man who came by. Each had several red streaks across her
bottom, indicating the mistress had used the switch she carried. When Janice
looked, the Amazon had thrust it between one of the captive's legs to rub it in
her pussy. The implication was the next blow might come there.
Janice made her way to the desk.
"I am here to see an Amazon named Clarissa."
"I have been waiting for you." The voice came from behind her. When Janice
turned her head, she saw the Amazon approaching as she thrust the switch into
her belt. "I am Danielle. Clarissa told me to wait for you."
As all the other Amazons, this one wore a black leather catsuit that showed off
her curves. She had a large chest, narrow waist, and perfectly shaped hips.
Her auburn hair was pulled away from her face and held in place with hair pins
behind her ears to show that she was a free woman. She was very beautiful.
"Where is Clarissa?"
"There is a private club upstairs. Clarissa is waiting for you there." The
young woman followed the mistress up the flight of stairs. She knew these
private rooms were used to conduct business in private. Clarissa's face
brightened up when she saw her.
"So tell me. How did it go?"
Someone gave Janice a tankard of white wine as she sat down. She took a drink
as thought about where to begin. The wine tasted normal. She was afraid that
the Amazons might try to put a collar on her. She felt confident that the
Amazons were not trying to trap her. Little did she realize that it contained a
vegetable tranquilizer. After two or three tankards of wine she would be
willing to do exactly what they suggested.
"After I left you . . . " she began.
An hour later, her story had progressed to the point where she dressed Paulette
(without her panties). The Amazons were having trouble keeping their eyes open,
but they knew this would not continue much longer.
Suddenly the door burst open. The Amazon who entered hung to the door as
though exhausted. She had run up only one flight of stairs, but since she
appeared to be exhausted, it added more emphasis to what she had to say.
"There are city guards downstairs. They are looking for her." She pointed at
Janice as she said that. The beautiful brunette sat there with her mouth
half-open. She really did not understand what the woman had said. She was
outside the city walls. Why would a guardsman come looking for her?
"Janice, did you do as I said?" .
"What?"
"Did you take some indirect route to get here so they would not be able to
trace you here?" Clarissa lied. She had not mentioned this to the woman at all.
It did not matter as the city guards had no authority outside the walls. Her
plan counted on them convincing the young woman that they did.
"What? No. I came right here."
"I am out of here," one of the Amazons said as she came to her feet. Without
another word she exited the room, though she stopped on the stairs where the two
guards waited for the word to go.
"You should not have come straight here. There must be something wrong. You
are in trouble and if they catch us with you, we will be in trouble too."
"But we are outside the walls!"
"It does not matter. If they drag you back inside, they will receive small
fines, but you will be sold in the slave market."
"What can I do?"
"Run."
"She cannot. They have the building surrounded."
"What do I do?"
"Hide. I am getting out of here. I do not want to be found with you."
Another Amazon left the room.
"Tell me. How can I hide?"
"I do not know. Wait a minute. In my room upstairs. Second room on the
right. I have some stuff. Disguise yourself as a slave girl. There is a
leather hood in the bottom of the trunk. If you put the hood on, they will not
know you are not wearing a slave collar."
"Okay," the beautiful woman said slowly, trying to think of some other option.
At least the Amazon had not suggested she put on a slave collar. That meant she
was not going to try to turn her into a slave girl.
"We will try to stall them. After they leave, I will come back to free you."
Janice did not like the idea, but could think of nothing else. It seemed
reasonable. After all, they did not want her to put on a slave collar. She
would only have to put on a leather hood. And slave clothing. And maybe
handcuffs.
She wanted to smile. This might be fun.
"Okay, I will do it. As soon as they go, you be sure to come get me."
"Promise."
Janice herd men talking on the stairs as she entered the hall. The stairs up
were right next to the ones leading down to the ground floor. She ran to them,
trying to be as quiet as she could. She found the Amazon's room where Clarissa
had said. To her disgust she saw there was no lock. She made certain the door
was closed all the way so no one could see in.
Janice was disappointed to find few pieces of slave girl clothing about. She
had hoped there would be something that would give her some degree of modesty,
but that was impossible for a slave girl. She had to admit that the Amazons
certainly knew how to dress a slave girl to show off her charms. Quickly she
stripped off all her clothing to see what she had to work with.
She had never seen a slave girl without wearing stockings, so she knew she had
to wear them if she was going to convince them that she was a slave girl. To
hold them up, she needed a garter belt. She found one that was red satin with
black, lace ruffles. Quickly she slid it about her slender waist, snapped the
ends together, and adjusted it. The stockings came next. She was in so much of
a hurry that she did not take the time to insure that they were on perfectly.
She merely pulled them up (or actually she pulled them down as she lay on her
back on the bed with each leg raised in the air as she worked on it) before
adjusting them once. She adjusted the length of the straps before attaching the
tabs to the tops of the stockings.
What she found was a pair of red satin panty briefs. They at least ways would
cover her bottom and pussy. She wanted disparately to wear a bra but there was
none. She settled for a low-cut minidress of pink satin. In retrospect, it was
not that different from the one Paulette wore, however the other captive's boobs
were much larger.
Janice selected a pair of slave sandals to wear. One size fit most women.
Since there were straps to hold it securely to her foot, you could adjust the
width and the length. She sat on the bed to slip her feet into them. She
buckled the two straps, one across the top of her foot and the other around her
ankle. These buckles and straps insured the shoes did not come off accidently.
Janice raised her right foot to shake it. The buckles had a self-locking
mechanism, and she did not have the key. The buckles also insured that the
wearer could not take them off herself. Any woman going around in stiletto
heels had to be a slave girl. Janice shrugged. "I guess Clarissa will just
have to get these off me."
She picked up the hood the Amazon had mentioned. It was enough to cover her
features, but the bottom part was open. She would have to wear a gag or they
would know something was wrong.
It was now time to start her self-bondage. She decided to start with a gag.
The Amazon had an extensive collection. Janice decided to go with anything
fancy. She selected a ball gag, the bright red collar complementing the color
of her attire.
Using her right hand, she lifted it toward her mouth. When she discovered the
ball was too big to get past her teeth, she pressed against it with the
fingertips of both hands. The rubber ball popped into place. Janice then bent
over so her upper body was parallel to the floor. Some of the long, light-brown
strands had already fallen down. Others kept coming. To insure she did not
trap any of her lovely tresses beneath the strap, she used both hands to pull it
down. She had two more passes at the nape of her neck before deciding that none
of her hair was in the way. She drew the ends of the strap together with both
hands, thrusting the working end through the buckle on the other end. She
continued to pull it tight until she felt the leather strap press tightly
against her cheeks and nape. She then finished buckling it. There was no lock
to the gag. With her hands secured she would be totally incapable of removing
it on her own.
She put the hood back on and crossed the room to the full-length mirror. She
certainly looked like a slave girl and with that hood on no one would recognize
her.
There was her hair though. She had to take care of it. If she was a slave
girl, she had to let her hair hang down freely. She removed the hood, pulled
the pins to loosen her hair, shook her head, and put the hood back on. She had
to admit it. She looked every bit the slave girl.
For her bondage she chose a handcuff belt. She had examined the length of the
chain between the cuffs, and concluded that there was more room with this over a
regular pair of handcuffs. While that was true, it also made it impossible for
her to get her hands low enough to protect her fanny. She wrapped the
three-inch wide leather belt about her slender waist. It locked in front at her
navel. The cuffs were attached to the belt in back.
She looked around the room to see where she should stand. Then it dawned on
her that slave girls were never allowed to move about. She would either have to
bind her legs together, or tether herself to something. A quick examination in
the mirror revealed the presence of a ring on the front of the slave hood. She
could use it.
Selecting a chain leash from the pile in the trunk, she walked to the foot of
the bed as she looked for one end of it. She attached it to a ring on the
bedpost at the foot of the bed. There was no lock, as it was so far above the
floor that she would never be able to reach it bound. The other end she
attached to the ring on the front of the slave hood.
That left only the act of making herself a helpless prisoner. She had come
this far without hesitation. She did not pause now. Putting both hands behind
her back, she used her right hand to slip the steel cuff about her left wrists.
She heard the series of "clicks" as it drew snug against her flesh. She
repeated the process with the other cuff.
She was now a helpless captive. She could still struggle about, but she could
not get free at all. After a few minutes standing there tethered to the
bedpost, she thought she would break the rules for slave girls. She would hear
them coming. She could afford to sit down.
That was when she discovered that the chain leash was too short for her to sit
on the side of the bed. She could only get her bottom halfway down to it. She
moved around to the foot of the bed only to discover that she had no more
movement. She tried to squat down. The chain was so short that she could only
descend to a half-crouch.
She had learned what it was like to be bound. She would remain as she ways
until Clarissa came to free her.
The Amazons used the room next door. Through a peephole one of them watched
Janice's progress. When the young beauty was totally helpless, she emerged from
the room to signal the guards to go in.
Janice had paid little thought to the fact that a couple of guards might come
in looking for her. She had mainly thought about binding herself, and Clarissa
freeing her. She began to panic when she heard the door open.
"Let us check this one, Gregor."
It was the guards. Janice turned away from them. If they wanted to look at
her, they could study those bright red satin, panties.
"Nope. She is not here."
The long-haired beauty relaxed. Clarissa's plan had worked well.
"What do we have here, Toth? A slave girl with her legs together? We will
have to correct that."
Unhooking the end of the leash from the ring on the bedpost, he signaled her to
follow by tugging gently on chain. Janice knew she had no choice but to follow.
They did not take her far, just a few meters across the room where there was a
spreader bar attached to the floor. Janice offered no resistance when they
wanted to fasten it between her ankles. When the man squatted, she even helped
as best she could by spreading her legs far apart to fit the length of the bar.
The man buckled the leather cuff on one end to her right ankle. The beautiful
captive had already spread her leg as far apart as she could. The man had no
trouble fastening a leather cuff attached to the other end to her left ankle.
This left Janice standing with her legs spread about a meter apart. She could
not move far in any direction. She was unused to wearing a spreader bar so she
could not have moved without falling over. An experienced slave girl would have
no trouble moving a centimeter at a time, but she could not have gone far. A
ring protruded from the bottom of the bar near the center of the bar. A short
chain connected it to a ring on the floor. She could not move more than a few
centimeters in any direction because of that short chain.
When the man straightened up, he removed the end of the chain from the slave
hood. Janice hoped they would go away.
That was not to be though.
"These are nice," he said as the index finger of his right hand traced a
pattern across the smooth material of the bodice. To her horror, Janice found
her body reacting to his touch. The nipple became hard and pointed as it
pressed against the confines of the material.
Janice twisted her body to try to get away from the man's touch.
"I guess a little extra bondage is necessary," he said. "She is moving around
too much." Toth already held the end of a chain that dangled down from the
ceiling. He extended it toward the captive's head with the intent of securing
it to the ring on the side of her collar.
"We see to be missing something." Grabbing the leather hood in one hand, he
pulled it off her head. "That is it. This slave girl seems to be missing a
collar."
"We will have to take care of that."
Janice wanted to resist as the man produced a slave collar. The second man
already had hold of her hair so she could not move her head much. The man
wrapped the leather collar about her neck. The man gripping her hair pulled the
strains free so none were trapped beneath it. Handcuffed as she was, there was
nothing she could do to stop them. When they finished, they attached the ends
of chains to the rings on the sides. She could not move her upper body much at
all.
"Much better. Well, I would like to play with these boys," Gregor said, gently
pinching Janice's nipples through the material, "But we have a few debts owed
us. Boy! I just hope we are up to it."
The men were laughing as they left.
Once the door closed, the beautiful captive tried once again to get free. That
was totally impossible, she knew that, but she had to try anyway. She squirmed
about but could not get free.
She looked up sharply when the door to the room opened. Clarissa and the other
Amazons entered.
"There you are. They went away so the plan must have worked."
"Oh, what do you have on? Is that a slave collar?"
"Maybe we should take it off." Clarissa reached for the band of leather about
Janice's neck.
"Isn't it against the law to do that?"
"What?"
"I mean, she might be somebody's property."
"I do not want to be accused of stealing. Sorry, Janice, but I guess the
collar stays on. If no one claims you, well, I guess we can find a good home
for you."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Janice struggled as she grunted her protests. The Amazons
did not hear as they were laughing too loud.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter Six
Janice tried to struggle but there was little she could do, bound as she was.
They pulled the leather hood off her head, but immediately replaced it with a
leather blindfold. She twisted her head about to try to stop them but nothing
she did worked. The leather pads covered her eyes. The strap about her head
was pulled tight so the pads were pressed against her eyes. No light came in at
all.
In total darkness she let them guide her across the floor. Sure, she tried to
stand still, but they had no trouble dragging her where they wanted her. She
had no idea what was in store for her, but she was certain she would not like
it. At first she made little grunting sounds to try to persuade the to free
her, but they ignored them. She gave up, hoping this was just some sort of
joke.
They pushed her to her knees before binding her legs. In this position it was
almost impossible for her to resist. They bound her ankles together first
despite her efforts to kick her feet up and down. Half a dozen loops of cord
went around her ankles before being cinched. Once this was done, they tied
another rope about her lower thighs just above the knees, cinching this one
also. With her ankles bound together, there was nothing she could do to stop
them. They tied the ends of the cord together after cinching , then removed the
one binding her ankles.
The beautiful young woman had no idea what they intended to do to her with her
knees bound together and her feet free, but she was pretty certain she would not
like it. She tugged on the cuffs but could not gain any freedom all. She could
not test the cord binding her legs together as long as she knelt. She could
only wait them until they were ready for her.
She heard them rearranging the furniture in the room. She turned her face in
the direction of the sounds, but learned nothing because of the blindfold.
Someone pulled a chair over in front of her. When the blindfold was pulled off,
she found herself staring up at Clarissa.
"Since you already wear the collar of a slave girl, we want you to put yourself
over my lap so I can give you a good, solid spanking. Do you agree to this.?"
She patted her lap where she wanted the captive to be.
Janice looked at the Amazon's legs for only a few seconds, then looked up
angirly at the mistress. With a loud grunt she shook her head. She would not
agree to be spanked. If they wanted to spank her they could, she knew that, but
she would not be a willing participant, regardless of what they did to her.
"I was hoping you would say that. It is some much more fun to persuade a young
woman that she deserved to be a slave girl. This is much more fun than having
her willingly submit."
Clarissa smiled at the kneeling captive. She so enjoyed newly-collared slave
girls. They would squirm and protest, but in the end they submitted.
"What I am going to do is turn you over my lap. I will pull your skirt up to
reveal those sexy, slave girl panties you have on. And then I will give you
twenty-five swats with my bare hand."
Janice's blue eyes opened wide with fright as the woman held up the hand she
intended to use to spank her. She shook her head "no" again. She did not want
to be spanked. She did not want another woman's hand on her bottom.
"Then I guess we have to go with this." As she said that, the Amazon picked up
a wooden paddle. She knew what the captive's reaction would be to the threat of
a spanking. All slave girls reacted that way. They would learn quickly to do
whatever pleased their master or mistress. Janice grunted and squealed through
her gag as two women pulled her to her feet and laid her across Clarissa's lap.
The Amazon pulled the short skirt up so she had access to the waistband of the
panties. "Oh! What lovely panties you have!" Grabbing the panties at the
waist in back, she pulled them down to reveal the young woman's bare bottom
cheeks. "Oh! These are cute!" She squeezed one, then the other.
Clarissa wrapped her left arm about the captive's body to hold it in place on
her lap. With her arms bound behind her back as they were, Janice could not
reach it. The beautiful captive's fanny was just to the right of the Amazon's
legs.
SMACK! Janice's head and feet went up as the paddle landed across both bare
bottom cheeks. SMACK! She had not finished reacting from the first blow when
the second fell. SMACK! The young woman kicked and struggled but there was
nothing she could do to stop the woman from punishing her again and again.
SMACK! SMACK!
Janice was in no position to see the delightfulness of the position the Amazons
had secured her in. She could kicked her feet as much as she wanted to, but
with her legs tied together at the knees, she could only wave them up and down.
She could not struggle enough to make her possible for her to get off the
Amazon's lap. SMACK! SMACK!
Janice make little whimpering sounds through the gag as she tried to beg them
to stop spanking her, but all they were interested in was her total submission.
SMACK! SMACK! Both cheeks turned bright read from the blows. She tried to
slide herself off the Amazon's lap, but bound as she was, she could not resist.
The woman kept a firm grip on her with one arm while the other welded the paddle
against her sore fanny.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Finally the twenty-five swats to her bottom were done. Clarissa used her left
hand to shove her off her lap. The captive landed on her side on the floor at
her feet. Hands pulled her around into a kneeling position on the floor at the
Amazon's feet. Janice's face was near the floor as she sobbed through the gag.
Clarissa brought the woman's face up by grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling
up.
"Now, are you ready to do what I want, or do you want another twenty-five swats
with this paddle?"
The look of terror in Janice's blue eyes told her the answer. Very few women
could endure one session with the wood paddle without submitting. No one had
ever continued on beyond two sessions.
Clarissa gave Janice her instructions while they pulled her to her feet. The
rope binding her lower thighs together was cut off. Clarissa went over the
instructions a second time. Janice understood that if she made any mistakes,
she would be punished with the paddle.
"Now kneel."
The lovely young woman slowly lowered her left knee to the floor. Once it
touched, she brought her right down to join it. She bowed her head so the ends
of her long, light brown hair formed swirls before her knees.
"Prepare yourself for a spanking. Rise, Slave Girl."
The young woman struggled to her feet. She discovered it was difficult to do
with her hands cuffed behind her back. She stood half a meter beyond the
Amazon's knees, staring intently at her crotch as she had been told.
"Advance, Slave Girl."
Before coming forward though, she had to curtsey. Left leg behind the right, a
clumsy curtsey. She then stepped forward.
She continued to stare at the Amazon's crotch as the woman leaned forward.
From the corners of her eyes, Janice saw the woman reach under her short dress.
She felt the woman's fingertips play across her bottom as she woman sought the
waistband of her panties. She felt the woman draw them down, allowing her
finger to fondle the captive's sore bottom.
"Now, present you fanny for inspection, Slave Girl."
Janice took one step backwards. Again she curtseyed. She turned, spread her
feet about a meter apart and bent over.
Clarissa leaned forward to study Janice's bottom. She already knew what it
looked like from spanking her. The nylon panties had provided no protection at
all. The Amazon grabbed the outside of the cheeks with the fingertips. Her
thumbs rubbed gently across her bottom.
"You have a very nice looking ass, Slave Girl Janice, but I guess you are used
to hearing that. Now lay yourself across my lap."
The humiliation of presenting her bottom for a woman to examine was bad enough,
but now she had to undergo another spanking. At least this one would not be
with the paddle. The Amazon would use her bare palm against her bottom. The
lovely captive hoped it would not hurt as much as the paddle.
Straightening up, she drew her legs together. Then she turned. Before
presenting herself for a spanking though, she had to curtsey again. Then she
stepped forward and laid herself across the Amazon's lap.
Janice was correct in thinking that this spanking would not hurt as much as the
one she had just suffered through with the paddle. It hurt though, Clarissa's
palm coming into contact with her already sore bottom.
She could not just lay there though. Clarissa ordered her to kick her legs
continually. With each swat she was to grunt through her gag, and make grunting
sounds as though she was begging for mercy. The intent was to humiliate the new
collared slave girl so she would be willing to do anything they wanted.
"Now, Slave Girl, rise and let me inspect you bottom again."
Janice slid off the woman's lap. Her bottom burned from the two spankings.
She had trouble moving around. She stood facing the Amazon, curtseyed, then
turned with her legs spread and bent over. She felt Clarissa's hands on her
bottom as the mistress inspected it again. The amazon took her time. Though
she had seen the bottom of many slave girls in her life, this was the brunette's
first time to have hers inspected. She allowed her fingertips to play across
the bottom.
"Let me put the panties back on you."
The beautiful captive straightened up and turned around. She started to step
forward so the Amazon could reach the panties again, but remembered her
instructions. She curtseyed again before stepping forward. Clarissa reached up
under the short skirt to pull the panties back into proper position. She slid
her hands over the smooth material to insure there were no wrinkles in it.
"Now back into your natural position."
The captive stepped back and curtseyed again. She slowly lowered her left knee
to the floor, then brought the right down to join it. Her head was almost
against her exposed knees.
"Next!" The Amazon announced loudly as she bounded to her feet. Danielle
quickly took her place before the helpless captive.
"Rise, Slave Girl."
The young captive looked up, not believing that they intended to spank her
again. She had been spanked twice already. That was more than enough. The
auburn-haired mistress simply stared at her. Janice realized she had no choice.
She had to do what they wanted. Once again she struggled to her feet. She
stood half a meter beyond the Amazon's knees, staring intently at her crotch,
wondering if Danielle's pubic hair was the same shade as the hair on her head.
"Advance, Slave Girl."
Another curtsey, then a step forward. She felt the woman's fingertips on her
bottom as she woman sought the waistband of her panties. Danielle drew them
down.
"Now, present you fanny for inspection, Slave Girl."
Janice curtseyed before she turned, spread her feet and bent over. She no
longer carried that a woman was examining her bare bottom. She just did not
want to be spanked again.
She felt fingertips on her bottom as the Amazon made several degrading comments
that sounded as though they were compliments.
"Lay yourself across my lap."
She curtseyed before stepping forward to lay herself across the Amazon's lap.
This spanking hurt more than the last. She continued to kick her legs. She
grunted through the gag with each swat on her fanny. She realized she was
turning into a slave girl very quickly.
"Now, Slave Girl, rise and let me inspect you bottom again."
She felt Danielle's hands on her bottom as it was inspected again.
"Let me put the panties back on you."
In seconds the Amazon had both hands under Janice short skirt as she pulled the
small satin garment up .into place.
"Now back into your natural position."
In seconds, the captive knelt on the floor again.
"Next!"
Danielle came to her feet. Another Amazon replaced her and another after her.
They continued until all had a chance to spank Janice's bottom. Some took a
second and third time since there were few chances to spank a woman on the first
day of her slavery.
When they finished, Janice knelt at the floor, willing to do anything to keep
from being spanked again. They resolved to give her the opportunity to prove
she did not want a spanking.
While she remained kneeling in this most submissive position, her face almost to
the floor, they rebound her. While one Amazon held her hands together, another
looped a double strain of cord about the captive's wrists. After three passes
(so there was a total of six loops of cord about Janice's wrists), she changed
the direction. The end of one cord passed between her hands while the other
passed between her arms. This served to cinch the first six loops so the cord
did deeply into Janice's flesh. When the knots were tied, there was no chance
she could get free.
The Amazons were not finished with her bondage though. While one woman had
tied her wrists together, another tied one end of another cord to her left upper
arm just above the elbow. She looped it about Janice's right arm and then back
to the left. When the Amazon stepped away after tying the knots securing her
hands, her sister Amazon pressed her knee against Janice's upper back to give
her leverage. As she pulled on the working end of the cord, the lovely
captive's elbows were drawn together.
"Come, Slave Girl, you can do better than that." An Amazon straddled her body,
her crotch on the captive's hands. "Ohhh. That feels good." The mistress
placed one hand on each of Janice's elbows and pressed together. "Come on,
Slave, ;you act as though you never have been tied up before."
Once Janice's elbows were tightly pressed together, the woman tied a secure
knot. Janice would not escape from this bondage.
They pulled the lovely captive to her feet without saying anything o her. She
was only a slave girl so there was no need to say anything. Her sole reason for
being now was to please them. She had to do nothing but let them have their
way.
They pulled the abbreviated slave girl outfit from her. Janice glanced down.
She knew she had good-sized titties but she thought this was ridiculous. Her
bound arms drew her shoulders back and the same time thrusting her chest
forward. The supple mounds look twice as large as they had been before.
So intent was Janice on admiring her boobs, that she did not realize that they
had removed the panties. Except for the garter belt, stockings and heels, she
was completely naked.
Two woman grabbed her arms to lift the upper part of her body, while two more
grabbed her legs. Janice looked down, and as a result did not see them slide
the bench over before her. As quickly as the four lifted their captive in the
air, they set her down on this special bench.
It was a foot wide and well padded so the captive would not herself. (It was
up to a master or mistress to hurt her.) They set her down so she straddled the
bench with her crotch near the end. They held her down while two more Amazons
secured her in place. One leather strap went about her upper arms and upper
back while another went around her lower back just beyond her hands. Once these
straps were in place, an Amazon pulled the captive's head forward and into a
brace so they could place another strap across the back of her neck. All Janice
could do was stare down, or slightly ahead of her.
As soon as they had her strapped to the bench, the two who had been holding her
down grabbed her feet to pull them up until her knees were against the sides of
her chest. The two Amazon's fastening the straps looped another set over her
lower thigh and buckled it. They then pulled her feet back to her hips.
Another strap secured them in place.
The effect of all these bondage was to have the captive's bottom protrude from
the end of the bench. They were not done though. Turning a crank on the front
of the bench, they lowered Janice's head while at the same time raising her
fanny in the air. The result was that the newly-collared slave girl's bare
bottom not only protruded backwards, it was the highest part of her body.
She was in the perfect position for another spanking. Bound as she was, there
was nothing she could do about it.
An Amazon stuck a large wooden paddle in Janice's face. She rubbed it against
the side of her head so she could know it was real.
"Are you ready for another spanking? This one will be worse than all the
others combined." She moved it from Janice's face to her upper back. As she
walked back to the rear of the bench, she slid it across her captive's back.
She then lifted it to rub it against one cheek and then the other.
"I bet about now you would be will to do anything to keep from being spanked."
Janice responded with a grunt. There was nothing else she could do. Two
quickly steps brought the Amazon back to the captive's head. Grabbing Janice's
long hair, she pulled up. The captive beauty raised her head as much as she
could. "Are you willing to do anything?" From the slight movement she knew the
slave girl was agreeing.
Clarissa was in position by then. She had removed the crotch strap of her
leather catsuit so her pubic hair and pussy were available. She sat in a
special chair that allowed her to lean back. They rolled the bench over so
Janice's face was at her crotch.
"Be a good little slave girl," one Amazon cooed in her ear, "And I will use
this on you." She held up an instrument that resembled a dildo. Well, it was a
dildo of sorts on one end. On the other there was a shaft and a handle. The
dildo was misshapened so there were threads. The Amazon had to literally
screwed the dildo into the recipient. "I never met a slave girl who did not
enjoy a good screw," she added with a laugh. "The question is: where does it
go, in your pussy or up your ass. If you make one sound or fail to please us,
it goes where the sun don't shine."
When the ball gag was removed from her mouth, Janice was all too eager to
please her mistresses. She planted her mouth on the Amazon's pussy and began to
lick.
The Amazon with the dildo plunger stepped around behind the captive. She
touched Janice's pussy to get a better idea of where to stick the dildo.
Placing the end against the opening to her love next, she pushed and turned at
the same time.
Janice realized she was moving quickly toward an orgasm. She did not see how
she could get buy without moaning in pleasure. They had warned her though about
making noise. She pressed her face harder against Clarissa's crotch, using her
pussy as a gag.
The Amazon continued to press and turn until the dildo was in all the way. A
flange on the shaft stopped in from going any further. The Amazon continued to
turn the handle though so the rubber knobs on the flange rubbed the slave's
pussy.
Clarissa smiled. She knew Janice had come twice while eating her. She waited
until the captive had come a third time before leaning forward. Grabbing a
fistful of hair, she pulled her head up.
"Do you enjoy this, Slave Girl?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, because there are a lot of anxious pussies in this room waiting to see
how good you are."
It took seconds for Clarissa to come to her feet. Another Amazon was ready to
take her place. Janice pressed her mouth on this woman's pussy and licked. She
did not know what this woman looked like, but it did not matter.
She was, after all, just a slave girl.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 7
Finally time came to release Janice from the elevator. The straps were
loosened and she was pulled forward. She knelt at their feet before they removed
the blindfold. An Amazon attached ano When they wanted to change Janice's
attire, they did what they wanted to and there was nothing the beautiful
brunette could do about it. First they dragged her to her feet. She stumbled
along after them as they dragged her to part of the room where slave girls'
could be secured as they wanted. She tried to keep on her feet, but found
herself falling over as they kept her off-balance to keep her under control.
At the correct spot in the room another Amazon waited holding the end of a
chain that was attached to the ceiling a few meters away. The two pulled the
beautiful captive upright so the woman could attach the hook on the end of the
chain to the ring on the right side of her collar. She then walked beyond the
three of them to another chain that hung down from the ceiling. Janice tried
to look to see what the woman was doing, but an Amazon grabbed her by her hair
at the nape of her neck. By pulling back as far as she could, she made the
captive stare straight up at the ceiling. The Amazon pulled the chain over
until she could attach it to the ring on the left side of the slave collar.
Janice could offer no resistance.
Now that they had her secured, the Amazons let go of their captive. Janice
was bound and gagged. She wore the leather collar of a slave girl. There was
nothing she could do but obey their every command.
"Spread your legs apart, Slave Girl." Janice moved her feet until they
were almost a meter apart. Her pubic hair and pussy were visible from in front,
but they did not want her to show off her charms (at least not yet). "Further.
Further! Get a switch someone. She needs a lesson in obeying."
Janice spread her legs as far apart as the chains to her collar would
allow. As she moved her feet apart, her upper body descended. They had her
spread her legs until her head had descended so far that the chains were taut.
The Amazons quickly attached leather cuffs to her legs at the ankles, and
attached short chains between rings on the cuffs and rings on the floor. Janice
could not bring her legs together. She could not raise her body.
"We have a new gag for you," Danielle cooed in her face. "I think you will
really enjoy this one."
Janice's blue eyes opened in horror as the Amazon held up the new gag for
her to see. This gag was a hard rubber dildo, a full five centimeters long.
The base was attached to a black leather strap so it could be secured in her
mouth.
Once the strap was buckled (and perhaps locked) in place, there was no way
she could get that shaft out of her mouth.
"I bet you would just love to make love to this." As she said this in a
sensuous whisper, she rubbed the tip of the dildo across the captive's upper
lip, then across one cheek to her nose. She brought it around to the other
cheek, then down to the lower lip. "Would you like to make love to this?"
Janice knew they would punish her if she did not give them the answer they
wanted. (Okay, she knew they would probably punish her regardless of what she
said.) She nodded.
With a nod of her head, the Amazon signaled one of her sisters to unbuckle
the leather strap holding the ballgag in the slave girl's mouth. She knew the
strap was free when the Amazon stepped to the side, and the strap went slack on
both sides of Janice's face. With her left hand she pulled the rubber ball
free.
As soon as the ball came free, the Amazon raised the dildo toward the
captive's mouth. "Come on. Show me what a good little, slave girl you are.
Make love to it."
Janice had no chance to close her mouth as her captoress immediately had
the tip of the dildo against her lower lip. She waited for the Amazon to shove
it into her mouth, but that was not to be. Danielle kept it right there.
Janice had to move her head forward and down to take it in her mouth.
"Come on, now make love to it! Make love to it!" Janice's head began
bobbing up and down on the shaft. "Faster! Faster! See if you can make it
grow!"
Janice's cheeks blushed as the Amazons erupted into the laughter. She
guessed it was funny. There she was, a beautiful and sexy woman going down on a
rubber dick.
She knew she was done when the Amazon shoved it all the way into her mouth.
The second Amazon was ready to buckle the ends of the strap together to hold it
in place.
The shaft went deep into her mouth. Janice's beautiful blue eyes opened
wide in anxiety as she rubbed her tongue over the shaft. It was so long!
Dildos came in many sizes, one centimeter to ten. The lower numbers
generally were for free women who wondered what it would be like to be the slave
girl to some man. They could feel the dildo in their mouth without being
oppressed by it.
Four or five centimeters were the normal length. Those lengths were enough
for the wearer to know it was in her mouth without being oppressive. Shorter
ones were used mainly by young women who wondered what it was like to be the
plaything of some man. They could feel with their tongues every nuance of the
dildo.
The longer dildos, those more than five centimeters were punishment gags.
Ram, one of those in a woman's mouth, and she would be capable of saying nothing
else. The longer it was, the more she would contemplate it in her bondage. For
extra punishment most stores also offer a 15-centimeter dildo. With the crown
deep in the wearer's mouth it not only kept her silence, it made her docile
also. Slap a blindfold on her and give her a few minutes to contemplate the
length of the dildo, and she will be most willing to make use of the real thing.
On the leather strap, in the middle of the eight brads that held the dildo
to it, was a number corresponding to the length of the shaft on the other side.
For the "toy" dildo-gags, those less than four centimeters, there was nothing.
All the others had a number. This way anyone seeing the slave girl's face would
know how long the shaft was in her mouth. The higher the number, the
more she was being punished. The longer one of these punishment gags remained
in a slave girl's mouth, the more willing she was to please.
Janice closed her eyes as she felt the rubber shaft with her tongue. She
imagined it was pressed against the back of her throat. She wondered if the
real thing would be this long, or would it be longer.
With her eyes closed, she missed the next step of her bondage until it
occurred. She felt something on her face about her eyes. Her eyelids jerked
open, but there was nothing to see. They had put a blindfold over her eyes.
Until they wanted her to see again, she would remain in darkness.
While there were a great many different blindfolds for the Amazons to
choose from, the one they used on the beautiful captive was white satin. The
accent the utter femininity, the blindfold itself was lined with small, white,
satin ruffles. An elastic band held it in place. It would not come off.
This was just another step in making the captive totally helpless. They
wanted to resistance from here as they dressed her to make her debut in public
as a slave girl.
They removed the garterbelt from about her hips. They replaced it with a
lace corselet. The undergarment was semitransparent. It rose to her upper
chest, but did not cover her tits. The top contoured the bottom of them so it
looked as though her tits were dangling over top the corselet. The bottom of
the garment outlined her crotch. The item hid nothing, and accented what was
visible.
The corselet zippered up the front and laced up the back. This resulted in
it clinging very tightly to the curves of her body. Amid the laces in back was
a metal ring. This ring was only a centimeter or two above the level of her
navel. Once they had her dressed as they wished,
the Amazons untied her arms and wrists. She had no chance of freedom at all
though as they immediately attached a pair of handcuffs to her wrists.
Once again she was a helpless prisoner. They used a very small padlock to
secure the link connecting the cuffs to the ring. With this done, she could not
lower her hands to protect her bare bottom. They used the cuffs instead of the
ropes because they wanted the ability to free her hands quickly, and secure them
just as quickly.
They removed the chains that kept her a prisoner in that position. Even
though the leather cuffs were gone from her ankles, she stood with her legs
spread. She was afraid what they might do to her if she brought them together
without their permission.
She had accepted totally her new status as a slave girl. Such an
acceptance would no doubt result in fewer punishments for her, but it destroyed
the Amazons' fun. They enjoyed watching a woman squirm as she tried to escape
the inevitable.
They dragged Janice across the room to a wall where there was a full-length
mirror. "Spread them!" was the order given when they stopped. As soon as the
newly-collared slave girl had her feet further apart than her shoulders, they
pulled off the blindfold.
The image that greeted Janice was that of a beautiful and sexy slave girl.
She blinked a few times, unable to accept the fact that the erotically-dressed
woman before her was her own image.
"I suppose you find it embarrassing having these exposed." To insure that
there was no doubt what she spoke of, the Amazon squeezed the captive's boobs
from behind her. "How about if I cover these girls up for you?" She pulled
Janice's long tresses around so each large supple mound was partially obscured.
The Amazon arranged them so each nipple protruded into sight.
The Amazons laughed.
Clarissa stepped in front of the beautiful captive. She used the back of
her right hand to stroke Janice's face. "You have been a good little girl this
afternoon, so good as a matter of fact, that we have a little treat for you."
Janice heard some of the Amazon's snickering but it did not register. She was
afraid she was going to be punished again. "We have a while before the coffle
leaves to go into town. Until it is time, we are going to let you enjoy
yourself."
With a slight nod her head, she signaled an Amazon to attach one end of a
chain leash to the ring on the front of Janice's collar. She pulled on the
leash, indicating the slave girl was to follow. To insure that she did not
hesitate, another Amazon poked her in the fanny with a switch. Janice knew they
would use the switch on her if she did not obey quickly.
She trotted across the room after the Amazon. She stared at the Amazon's
feet, too embarrassed to look around her. Suddenly she felt her knees grow weak
as she realized where they were taking her.
A couple of meters ahead of her by the length of the leash, the Amazon had
almost reached the door to the hall.
They were going to take her out into public! The Amazon behind her must
have noticed some reaction from the captive as she poked her in the back to keep
her moving.
Janice trotted through the doorway and into the hall.
"Face the wall. Spread them. Now bend over."
It was worse than the beautiful captive had ever thought. In this position,
anyone passing down the hallway could not help but see her pussy. To make
matters worse, the Amazon attached the working end of the leash to a ring a
meter above the floor. Janice could not straighten up. She was forced to stand
there showing off her pussy.
The Amazons returned to the room to clean it up. Though it was unlikely that
anyone would care what had happened to Janice, they wanted to insure that there
was no trace of her demise. Her clothing was tossed in the trash. Anything else
that could indicate that a free woman had been enslaved was removed. There would
be no trace of Janice's fate once they left the room. For the beautiful captive,
she discovered there was little she could do bound as she was.
She tried to straighten up, but the short chain leash kept her from raising
her head more than a few centimeters. She looked to the right but her long
tresses were in the way. A glance to the left convinced her that she would have
no better luck on that side either. She thought about bringing her legs
together. Well, she thought about it for about half a second. She knew the
Amazons would not hesitate in punishing her if she did. With the end of her
leash attached to the wall so close to the floor, bringing her legs together
would only raise her bottom in the air. She could not raise her head any further
than the chain would allow. Janice froze as she heard the sounds of men's voices
at the far end of the hall. She listened intently. They were coming down the
hall toward her. With her legs spread, her body bent over, they could not help
but see her pussy.
She tried to draw her knees as close together as she could without moving
her feet. The men saw her pussy, but it would have been hard for them to miss
it. But Janice showed off something they had seen many times before on other
slave girls. It was hard to go anywhere without seeing the tits and pussy of one
or more slave girls on display. All they gave Janice was a glance. She was only
a slave girl. She deserved no more. There were others coming and going while the
beautiful captive displayed her wares. Some came up the stairs to the floor,
other emerged from rooms to go down. Most paid her no attention. Only one paused
for a second, just long enough to reach down between her spread legs to grab a
handful of pubic hair. Janice grunted when she jerked on it, and then blushed in
embarrassment as he laughed at her reaction. Though Janice thought she was on
display in the hall for an hour or two, the amount of time she spent alone was
only fifteen minutes.
The Amazons had cleaned out the room. If they needed a room, the innkeeper
would rent them another.
"Let's go, Slave Girl."
As one Amazon grabbed a fistful of hair, another removed the chain leash
from the ring on the front of her collar. It was still slapping against the wall
when she attached the end of a longer chain leash to that ring. With a nod, she
signaled the other Amazon to pull the captive upright. "Come along, Slave
Girl."
The Amazon walked down the hallway toward the back of the inn. The slave
girl thought there were steps at the end of the hall, but they did not go that
far. They stopped at the slave elevators. Put high heels on a slave girl and she
will have trouble moving up and down stairs. Add a blindfold and she will not
move anywhere. Steps are out of the question. To enable masters and mistresses
to move slave girls from one floor of the inn to another, they had special
elevators. Operated by ropes and counterweights, there was little to the device.
An Amazon turned a crank to bring one of the cars to that floor. When it
arrived, she locked it into position. Now it was time to take care of Janice.
The Amazon with the leash used it to pull her toward the opening in the wall.
When the captive was less than a meter from it, an Amazon grabbed her by both
shoulders so she could turn her about. She maneuvered the beautiful captive
about so her back was to the opening, then pushed her backwards so Janice had to
step back. The first thing they did was to fasten a leather strap across her
flat tummy. Once this was buckled, it was impossible for her to leave the
elevator. They pulled a shelf up that had padding on each end. The shelf forced
her to keep her legs apart so her pussy was instantly available. One strap went
about each lower thigh immediately above the knee. Another strap went over each
ankle. The lower half of her body was now secured to the elevator so she could
not move it.
The Amazons then fastened a heavy collar about the captive's throat. It was
similar to a posture collar as it forced the wearer to keep her chin in the air.
She could not move her head to either side. With the strap across her throat,
she could not bend the upper part of her body forward.
Another Amazon began fastening a strap across the slave girl's upper chest
immediately above her large titties while an Amazon fastened a leather blindfold
over her eyes. Light to her eyes was cut off by a pair of leather pads. A
leather strap about her head pressed these pads against her eyes. Janice moved
her eyes around to try to see out beyond the pads, but this blindfold was too
efficient to let that happen. She would see nothing until they removed it. While
she was doing that, she did not realize that they were position padded supports
on either side of her head so she could not move it from one side or the other.
By then, the final strap was in position. An Amazon ran it across her chest
below her large boobs.
This all left the captive incapable of moving at all. She could squirm
about a little, but that was it.
"By Janice. Have fun."
The slave girl recognized Clarissa's voice. She felt fingertips between her
legs playing with her pussy. The fingers withdrew as she heard a giggle. The
others did the same to her. Janice could do nothing but stand there. They got
her close to an orgasm before stopping. Nothing was said to her. (There was
nothing to say to her since she was only a slave girl.)
Suddenly she felt the elevator car begin to drop. She had no idea how far
down it went. All she knew was that it stopped. She expected them to free her
for some new torment, but they did not come. Janice stood there and waited.
And waited. And waited.
The Amazons were in no hurry. The Amazons had plans to make. The foremost
thing in their schedule was the timing of the coffle into town. They had several
hours to go so they could play with their newly-collared captive. They knew what
was in store for Janice once Shelley had her hands on the beautiful brunette.
They would play with her. It would go far to make her servitude even worse. ther
leash.
"You have been a real good, little slave girl, Janice, so I think you
deserve a reward. Would you like to be rewarded for your behavior?"
While Janice was certain that what they had in store for her would not be
pleasant, she knew better than to offer any resistance. She nodded. She just
hoped it was not another spanking. Anything would be better than that.
"Let us go, Slave Girl."
The handcuffed captive staggered to her feet as the Amazon pulled up on the
leash. They gave her no chance to realize where she was. They made her run down
the hall.
"Kneel on here."
All Janice saw was the platform before her. She raised her left knee in the
air to rest it on it, then brought the right up to join it. An Amazon on each
side of her pulled her up the rest of the way.
"Spread your knees. Further. Further!"
As Janice moved her knees apart, she moved them off the platform. Beyond it
on each side was a padded post. Janice put her knee on the post on that side. An
Amazon pulled a pair of straps up. Quickly she thrust the working end through
the buckle on the end of the other. As soon as her right knee was perched atop
that post, another Amazon strapped it down.
The reason the Amazons had replaced her rope bondage was made evident. It
took only second to free her hands. One Amazon held each wrist which they pulled
forward. By then Janice realized they were about to put her into a pillory.
The upper board had been raised into the air to reveal the three grooves
in the lower board. She let them guide her hands down to the outer grooves.
Rather than pull her hands through, they simply placed her hands on the wood.
"Put your head here."
She had to support her weight with her hands as she lowered her head toward
the larger, center groove. As soon as her throat was against it, they pulled her
hands forward. The beautiful captive looked to her right. She saw that hand
hanging through the groove. Almost immediately it became encircled with wood as
the upper board came down. She looked to the left. The situation of her left
hand was the same as her right. She watched as an Amazon attached a large
padlock to a pair of rings. Once it was in place, she could not get out.
"Do you know what these stocks are?"
Janice shook her head as best you could.
"These are availability stocks. Do you know what they are used for?"
Janice answered by opening her eyes wide. She did not have to see to know
what she looked like. She was bent over with legs spread and her pussy exposed.
She was available. The Amazons laughed as they went to a table in front of the
captive. From here they could watch Janice's face. She would enjoy what was
about to happen to her. Her face would reflect the agony she felt as she
realized she was rapidly turning into a most obedient slave girl.
There were several slave girls in positions such as this throughout the
inn. (The innkeeper knew how to take care of his customers.) There was no need
for them to pick out a slave girl to use. They were there ready to be used. The
Amazons knew that the likelihood of someone picking Janice would be quite
remote. Therefore, they paid several men to avail themselves of her position,
Janice looked around at her bondage in hopes of finding some way to
escape. There was none, of course. Even if she had escaped, the first free
person who found her would tie her up. She wore a collar. She was a slave
girl. She heard the men's voices behind her. She blushed at the thought of them
being able to see her pussy. When they remained standing behind her, she
realized what they intended to do. She tried to pull her wrists through the
wooden circles, but could not. It took only a few seconds for her to come the
first time. The men continued talking as she came a second and a third.
"I hope he never comes,"
Janice thought to herself as she felt another orgasm on its way. She
grunted her disapproval when he was done. He ignored her. After all, she was
merely another slave girl. The other man replaced him. Had she been listening,
Janice could have learned quite a lot about playing the stock market. Her
thoughts were elsewhere.
She was totally exhausted by the time he was finished. She hung her head
low in shame as they walked away. Shame, because she wished they would stay. Her
wishes were immediately answered as another man took their place, and their was
another behind him.
"I think she is starting to like it too much," Danielle said as she sipped
her glass of white wine. "I know," Clarissa said with a smile. From the
look on the captive's face it was evident that she was undergoing another
orgasm. "But we know what is in store for her. She is going to look back upon
this afternoon as the good old days."
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 8
So you may be wondering: What happened to Paulette during this time? As it
was, her fate was not dissimilar to Janice's.
When last we left her, she was in the hallway, tethered to a ring on the
wall so she had to remain bent over. Her legs were spread far apart, the normal
position for any slave girl. With an extremely short miniskirt and no panties,
her pussy was visible to all. She was positive that every man who came by would
take advance of her helplessness. She tensed as she heard someone coming down
the hall toward her. The person drew nearer and nearer, and then passed by.
Paulette turned her head to the left to look to try to see if it was a man or a
woman, but her long tresses were in the way. She concluded it was a woman. She
could think of no other reason why a free person would not take advantage of her
condition.
She thought the same about the second person. Then the third.
The next two came down the hall together. As they conversed in low tones,
she knew they were men. She tensed her body again, knowing they would stop.
They would use their fingers first to explore her pussy. Then, no doubt, they
would move onto her large bosom. Then they would---
Walk right by without paying her any attention at all.
She gave a muffled grunt of protest. She knew she was beautiful. She
knew she was sexy. What she could not understand was why no one paid her the
slightest bit of attention.
The problem was of course that she was just another slave girl on display. In
the position, she looked no different from the other 20 or 30 slave girls out on
display in that tavern. Because of her position, her most endearing asset,
those pair of tremendously large boobs, was obscured by her body.
After a few more occurrences like that, Paulette's ego had taken a severe
beating. She wondered why no one wanted to use her. She began to wish that
someone would stop. She did not care even if it was a mistress. She just
wanted someone to acknowledge that she was beautiful and sexy.
Finally someone did stop for the buxom brunette. Her name was Peggy
Phrack and she was a whipmistress employed by the tavern. Her interest in the
beautiful brunette was not carnal, but rather monetary. Janice had paid her to
take care of Paulette while she was out of the town. The tall woman had other
things to do. One slave girl standing in a hallway meant nothing to her.
Janice's instructions had been to keep her some place in public, and then to put
her out for a delivery service.
Peggy finally got around to Paulette after the beautiful captive had been
standing in the hall for an hour.
The whipmistress pulled the leather blindfold from her belt. It consisted
of a pair of leather pads, lined on the inside with foam rubber, and a leather
strap. She loosely buckled the ends together, then slipped it over Paulette's
head. Using her left hand, she adjusted the position of the pads so both eyes
were covered. She then pulled the working end of the strap with her right hand.
As the strap grew tighter about her head, it pressed the leather pads against
her eyes. These pads in turn caused the foam rubber to conform to the contours
of her face. When the whipmistress stuck the pin through the hold and tucked
the end of the strap through a leather loop, no light at all could get through
to the eyes of the captive.
The woman then unsnapped the end of the tether leash from the ring on the
front of Paulette's collar. She pulled the captive upright while her right hand
removed a chain leash from her belt. She attached the end of it to the ring in
front.
"Come on, Slave Girl."
Nothing else needed to be said as Paulette was nothing more than another
slave girl. Maybe she did not think she was one, but she wore the leather slave
collar of a slave girl. In the eyes of everyone she was a slave girl. (Had
Janice been caught and convicted of collaring a free woman within the walls of
the city, she would have been convicted and sentenced to be sold. As for
Paulette, since she wore a slave collar, she obviously deserved to be a slave
girl. She, also, would be sold.)
The whipmistress led the beautiful captive down various halls toward the
back of the tavern where the slave kennels were located. Unused to walking
blindfolded and bound and in high heels, her progress was necessarily slow. The
mistress had to jerk several times on the leash as an unspoken message for the
captive to hurry up.
Now Peggy was no fool. Every slave girl knew that if she did not obey
each command without hesitation, she could expect to be punished. She suspected
that this brunette had not worn a collar very long. (She did not, however,
suspect the truth. No woman could possibly be so naive as to allow herself to
be collared.)
The kennels of the tavern consisted of a large communal room where slave
girls could be kept for the night. With them all in once place it was easier
for the guards to keep an eye on them. No, there was no chance at all for them
to escape, but there was the very real possibility that they could be rustled.
(Free women could be kidnaped. Slave girls, lacking the status of free women,
could only be rustled.)
There were alcoves to the sides where slave girls could be prepared
according to their masters' and mistresses' instructions. At the same time the
captives were in a semi-public area where everyone could enjoy their charms.
There were also a number of private rooms. If a slave girl deserved some
special punishment (or pleasure), the whipmistresses could use the room.
Whipmistresses were always women. (Duh.) The guards were usually men.
Both masters and mistresses knew a man might feel some sympathy toward a slave
girl when it came time to punish her bottom. A woman had no such reserve. They
could be counted on to deliver as many blows to a slave's bottom as was
required. (And, of course, since they were not as strong, the risk of doing
real damage to a slave girl was less.)
Peggy led Paulette to one of the alcoves. She stopped, and had to grab
the captive by the shoulders to keep her from walking from her. Yes, it was
plainly evident that this slave had little experience. Her instructions had not
included any punishment, but she felt something was in order. A slave girl
staggering around while under her control was embarrassing.
While she had hold of the brunette's shoulders, she turned her in the
proper position. She kept hold of the leash as she stepped a few meters to her
right to get the end of a chain running to a post. She stepped back to attach
it to the ring on the left side of Paulette's slave collar. In seconds she had
a change attached to the ring on the other side.
Now that she knew the slave girl could not run off, she removed the leash
from the ring in front.
"Spread you legs apart."
The tall mistress ran a chain to the captive's right ankle. At the end
was a leather cuff which she wrapped around her lower leg just above the ankle.
There was no need to lock it. There was no way the captive could get it off.
In seconds she had the other legs similarly secured so Paulette had to stand
with her legs spread wide apart.
She paced about the captive once. She had not realized how voluptuous a
figure this slave had. She paused in front of her, staring at the brunette's
large titties. Slowly her tongue rubbed across her lower lip. Yes, very
voluptuous. Stepping forward, she removed the clothing so she could study her
captive in all her natural beauty.
She stepped back to get a look at Paulette's boobs in relation to the rest
of her body. While her own tits were big, they did not compare at all to the
slave girl's. The idea for a fitting punishment began to take shape in her
mind.
The general toxic pollution of the environment had resulted in
near-priapism for men. On women, the result had been the presence of seemingly
oversized bosom. Even "small" ones were quite large. Huge ones the size of
Paulette's were not rare, but neither were they common place. They had a name
for slave girls with boobs that large.
Cows.
The first thing she needed was a different gag. The one the brunette wore
was a regular ballgag. She needed a harness of some sort to carry out her plan.
Going to the one of the cabinets on the wall she went through the collection of
gags until she found a ballgag harness. That would work fine.
Stepping around behind the naked captive, she parted Paulette's hair,
throwing one half over each shoulder so it hung down in front partially hiding
her boobs. The exposed the nape of her neck, and the buckle of the strap
holding the rubber ball in the captive's mouth. Once it was free, she reached
over both of Paulette's shoulders. "Open wide." As soon as she felt the slave
girl's lower jaw move, she jerked the rubber ball out with her left hand.
Before Paulette could close her mouth, the whipmistress was pressing the bright
red rubber ball of the ballgag harness against her mouth. Quickly it slid in,
silencing the captive once again.
Using both hands, she pulled both ends of the black leather neck strap
behind Paulette's head. It took only seconds to get the working end thrust
through the buckle on the other end. With her left hand braced against the
slave girl's head to hold it steady, she pulled with her right so the rubber
ball was drawn deep within the captive's mouth.
Paulette could make no sounds above a muffled grunt. Everything was as it
should be. Slave were not meant to speak. They had only to please.
The whipmiestrees then drew the blindfold up over Paulette's head,
discarding it on a nearby chair. Even as she turned her head back to the
captive, her left hand was seeking the harness where it hung down from her
mouth. She drew it up the brunette's face so the black leather cheek straps
came together at the bridge of her nose. From them a single strap continued up
over her head and down in back where it fastened to the neck strap.
Peggy stepped around in front of the captive to get at the remaining
straps. The cheek straps were attached to the neck strap barely a centimeter
from each side of Paulette's mouth. Half a centimeter beyond that, chin straps
dangled down. Quickly she threaded the working end through the buckle on the
other end.
"Bite down on the ball."
Paulette's eyes grew wide as the woman pushed her head back.
"Bite harder! Bite harder!"
Finally Peggy was able to use her thumb to stick the pin through the hole
in the strap. Paulette tried to loosen her grip on the rubber ball
between her teeth, but found the chin strap prohibited her from doing that. She
could not believe that anything could force her to be more silent than that
ballgag, but she had to admit that this new gag certainly did a much more
thorough job.
The mistress stepped back to get the blindfold from the chair. She did
not want the slave girl to know what was about to happen to her. While it would
be fun punishing her if she struggled, she wanted to get this started and then
move on.
So many slave girls, so little time.
She loosened the strap a little so she could fit it down over the
beautiful brunette's head. When she pulled the working end of the strap as far
as it would not, Paulette could see nothing.
She reached for the leash, but paused. Maybe a change of bondage would be in
order. Paulette's legs would be spread. Perhaps something that kept her arms
spread would finish the position.
The spreader bar was a meter and a half long. One end she strapped to the
brunette's left wrist. Once she had the handcuffs off, she used her left hand
on the bar to push Paulette's left arm to the left while her right dragged the
right over to the cuff attached to the end.
Before proceeding she slowly walked about the captive. She smiled in
pride at her craftsmanship. Paulette looked every bit as beautiful, sexy, and
helpless as she wanted.
She removed the leather cuffs from about her ankles. This allow Paulette to
straighten up a little. (She started to bring her feet together, then
remembered she was supposed to be a slave girl. She had to keep them apart if
she did not want to be punished.)
The whipmistress attached the end of the leash to the ring on the front of
the brunette's collar again before removing one, then the other chains attached
to the rings on the right and left sides.
Paulette had no idea where she was going. All she knew was she was bare-ass
naked, bound and gagged.
The route they took led back to the main part of the tavern. That was
where there was the greater chance of men finding Paulette. Peggy knew exactly
where to go. Where the hall widened between the cafe and the great room, she
knew many men would pass by. It was here that she had Paulette stop. At her
urging the buxom captive spread her legs far apart so the mistressd could secure
them with chains and leather cuffs. The chains held her legs far apart. She
could not bring them together to protect her pussy.
Peggy attached one end of a chain through a hole in the center of the
spreader bar. The chain ran up through a pulley attached to the ceiling. When
she pulled on it, the captive had no choice but to raise her arms in the air, at
the same time bending out.
Her naked butt stuck out. She ran her hands over Paulette's round bottom,
tasting each sensuous curve with her fingertips.
There was more though. Peggy's plan included more than merely having
Paulette available for men to use. The buxom slave girl had to actively solicit
use of her body. That would be her punishment for having such large titties.
The whipmistress went down the hall a short distance to a supply room
where she selected the item she needed. She held it tightly to keep from giving
away her plan as she approached the naked captive. She felt confident that with
boobs as large as hers, this brunette had suffered through this often before,
but this would be an added treat. She would not expect this from a stranger at
a tavern. She paused in front of the captive. With boobs that big, there was
no reason for Paulette not to expect this treatment, Peggy thought to herself.
Women might laugh at women with bigger bosom, but actually they were jealous.
With Peggy' s long, lean frame, her tits were the perfect size for her build.
But she could not help but know that Paulette's were bigger, much bigger. She
deserved to be punished for that..
The blindfolded captive felt someone doing something to the chin strap of
her ballgag harness. She hoped they were loosening it, but it was as tight as
ever when the person let go. More than that, though, she felt something hanging
from it.
The mistress who removed the blindfold had moved around behind her. Her
hand went from Paulette's face to her left tit. Two fingers gently gripped
nipple. She applied a little pressure as she rolled cone back and forth,
gradually making it hard and pointed.
The msitress tossed the blindfold over her right shoulder to free that
hand. With it she grabbed the other tit. In seconds she had Paulette very
aroused. During this process, Paulette had remained motionless, not want to
give her mistress the satisfaction of knowing just how close she was to an
orgasm.
"Do you like this, Slave Girl?" Paulette knew better than to shake her
head "no." Besides, it did feel good. She wished the mistress would put her
hand between her legs. She nodded enthusiastically.
As she nodded, the cow bell attached to the chin strap jangled. Paulette
froze.
"Keep it up. The ringing of that bell makes me almost as hot as you are."
To add emphasis to the statement, she pinched the brunette's nipple.
Reluctantly, Paulette nodded again. The sounds of the cow bell echoed through
the halls of the tavern. She glanced in one direction, than the other to see if
anyone was coming. She did not want anyone to see her like this. What if some
man should come by and see her!
What a perfect punishment, Peggy thought as she continued to knead the
brunette's giant mounds, Any women with boobs that big not only deserved to be
a slave girl, she deserved to have to flaunt her charms. Everyone who heard
that ringing would know that it signaled the presence of an extreme big-chested
slave girl. Free women and slave girls alike would laugh (or in the case of
slave girls snicker through their gags),
While women would take pleasure in the humiliation of a buxom slave girl,
the pleasure men would take would be more physical. By ringing that bell the
brunette was calling anyone and everyone to use her.
The mistress moved her left hand from that tit across her flat belly to her
pubic hair. The mistress rubbed her fingertips back and forth.
"I bet you are really get hot."
The cow bell continued to clang loudly as the brunette nodded. She knew
she did not dare stop. When this was over, she would get her revenge on Janice.
She would convince her to allow herself to be bound as a slave girl. Then she
would have her revenge. Well, not completely, perhaps. Janice's boobs were a
pair of handfuls, but they were no way as large as hers. She would not justify
wearing a cowbell.
"I am going to keep listening. You keep ringing that bell or else."
Peggy's hand went from the captive's crotch to her tit again. "If I no longer
hear the bell ringing, I am going to come back here and give you twenty hard
swats here," she pinched Paulette's bottom on the left, "And here," a pinch on
the other cheek, "And here," She squeezed the left tit. "And here." She
squeezed the right one. "And since twenty more will make it an even hundred,
the last twenty will go here." Her hand went down between the captive's legs,
Paulette's long, dark hair kept her from seeing to the left. She did not
know if the mistress had left or not. The cow bell jangling under her chin made
so much noise she could hear nothing. She knew the woman would be able to hear
it many meters away.
Her head went up and down, up and down. The cow bell clanged loudly
through the tavern.
It did not take long for a couple of men to come see her. They knew what the
sound indicated. They wanted to see how big this slave girl's titties actually
were.
Paulette froze when she saw them coming. She pleaded with them with her
eyes but they ignored her. One man elbowed the other aside to stand directly in
front of her. She felt his hands fondling her dangling titties. She jerked her
body up to try to get free from his grasp, but of course that was impossible.
He merely squeezed tighter.
"Do you think they are the same size?"
"There is only one way to find out."
The first man removed his hand from Paulette's left tit. He formed his
thumbs and index fingers into a circle and slid them over the tit. When his
hand was against the brunette's chest, he squeezed tighter.
"I'm having trouble getting my hand around it!" Both men erupted in
laughter as the man moved his hands from one tit to the other. Bound as she
was, Paulette could see nothing, but she certainly could feel it.
"Let me check to make sure."
His hands went back to the right tit, then the left.
"I would say they are the same size. What about you?"
Now it was time for the second man to fondle her titties.
Against her will, Paulette found herself becoming aroused. The bell was
humiliating, but these men playing with her tits was.....nice. She wished they
would play with them some more, but they walked around behind her. She was sure
Ronor would enjoy doing that.
Her head jerked back, causing the cow bell attached to the gag to ring.
She had been so absorbed with them playing with her dangling boobs that she
forgotten about her exposed pussy. They knew what was there. She felt their
fingers exploring it. Bound as she was, she could do nothing to stop them.
She knew what was going to happen. She made little grunting noises to show
her display, but since she wore the leather collar of a slave girl, no one really
cared. The men had moved behind her where her exposed pussy was completely
available.
Her head jerked back again, causing the cow bell to ring. The man wanted
to hold those marvelous titties, but could not. He had to be content to hold
her hips as he thrust forward.
As his hips struck her bare bottom, Paulette's head jerked back. The bell rang
once, twice, again and again.
She felt herself coming. Her hands struggled with the leather straps
holding them against the ends of the bar, but nothing she did would allow her
any freedom. Through her gag she uttered a cry of pleasure as she came for the
first time. The men did not hear it as the movement of her head was ringing the
cow bell almost continuously.
She wanted release, but none was coming. She felt another orgasm
approaching, and the man displayed no signs of wanting to quite. Once again her
cry of pleasure was muffled by the gag and masked by the sounds of the cow bells
ringing. She felt herself coming a third time, and then a fourth. The fifth
occurred just before the man was done.
She hung limply in her bondage. It was the greatest sexual experience she
had ever had.
And the other man had not taken his turn yet.
Primed as she was by the first man's use of her body, she came rapidly.
The orgasms came quickly and as loudly as the rubber ball filling her mouth
would allow.
She wanted more but she was too tired to beg for it when he was done.
She heard them walk away discussing the price of horses. She had played
her part her their daily pleasure. Now their discussion had turned to something
important.
She realized the mistress would know she was not ringing the cow bell. She
jerked her head up-and-down, up-and-down. She did not want to be punished.
And if she was lucky, maybe she would attract more men by signaling to all
that her titties were delightfully large.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 9
Gina tried to resist when they grabbed her, really she did. She tried to
bring her arms up so she could hit them, but their hands drew hers behind her
back. There was little she could do as they had their plan all worked out. Not
that they had to discuss it among themselves, of course, they all knew what to
do. They had done this often before.
When one Amazon grabbed each arm, Gina turned her head to look back. A
third Amazon grabbed her tits and squeezed tightly. When the beautiful brunette
opened her mouth to complain, a fourth Amazon shoved the gag into her mouth.
This was a padded bit gag, foam rubber wrapped about a wooden dowel with a
covering of black leather. Once it was in her mouth, she was doomed. She
pushed against it with her tongue but could not get it out.
The Amazons pushed her down to her knees. Though this was a submissive
position, they did it to keep their captive from fighting back. She could not
kick them, and neither could she resist as they bound and undressed her. She
was now totally at their mercy. Of course they had none.
And her bondage had not yet begun.
They pushed her head down so she could only look toward the ground in front
of her knees. The fourth Amazon quickly thrust the working end of one strap
through the buckle on the other. She jerked, drawing the gag as deeply into the
future captive's mouth. Gina was totally gagged by now. She could make
grunting sounds, but none that could be heard more than a few meters away. No
one who heard these muffled cries would come to help her. (Okay, anyone who
came across her would not help her, but that is another story.)
At the same time they were applying the gag to their beautiful captive, the
Amazon's were binding her arms. One Amazon held both of the beautiful young
woman's hands together as though they intended to tie them. Another Amazon
though looped a rope about Gina's upper arms just above the elbow. She had a
loop tied in one end of the rope. After half a dozen passes about the upper
arms, she thrust the working end through the loop. Placing her left knee
against the kneeling woman's side, she pulled, drawing the elbows together. A
series of knots insured that she could not get her arms apart.
With her upper arms bound securely, there was little the beautiful captive
could do to keep them from tying her wrists together. She tried to move her
hands apart, but of course her bondage prohibited her from moving them more than
a few centimeters. Quickly they slipped a loop about one wrist. From there it
was easy for them to pass the rope about both. The Amazons pulled the ropes as
tight as they could before tying a knot.
Gina felt the loose rope about her wrists. She thought she could escape if
they gave her a chance. What she did not realize was that with her upper arms
bound as they were, she could not move her arms enough to allow her to slip her
hands out of the loop.
The Amazons had no intention of allowing their captive the slightest
opportunity to escape. As soon as the knots were tied, one end of the rope was
passed between her bound hands and the other between her lower arms. When
pulled tight and knotted, the ropes about her wrists were so tight that she had
no chance at all of escaping.
Even as they were binding her arms securely behind her, other Amazons were
at work. Their shape disrobing knives sliced through the material of her
clothing without cutting the soft flesh underneath. When they had her clothing
slashed to her knees, they pulled her forward to allow one Amazon to raise the
captive's feet off the ground. With this advantage, they had no trouble
removing the remainder of her clothing, and her shoes.
She was totally naked as they began adding ropes to her body, ropes that
would not only serve to further immobilize her, but would provide unfathomable
humiliation for a free woman. The Amazons reasoned that a free woman forced to
act as a slave girl, would prefer to wear a slave collar than to suffer through
the jeers and taunts of others.
One set of ropes went about each lower thigh immediately above the knee.
There were four loops altogether before they tied a simple loop in the rope that
was on the inside. To do this, they had the captive on her knees with her
bottom raised in the air. Once both ropes were tied, they pushed her down so
her bottom rested on her ankles.
Another rope went about her chest just below those deliciously large tits.
Again they tied a loop on each side.
A meter-long bar was slid under her elbows and tied to the ropes there.
Another was placed against her back and ropes run about her slender waist.
There was a slight delay as an Amazon attached a belled strap to the
brunette's right leg immediately above the ankle. She pulled it tight before
buckling it. There was no need to use a lock. Gina would not be able to get to
the buckles to undo them. When the strap was about her left leg, they were
ready to proceed to the next step.
The Amazons looked at one another to coordinate what they wanted to do.
With a nod, they pushed the captive backwards so she lay on her bound arms. An
Amazon grabbed each foot to drag it out from under the naked captive.
Gina was in no position to do anything as they pulled her feet back toward
her head. When her feet were over halfway, they pushed down, forcing her knees
down to the sides of her chest. Quickly an Amazon threaded one end of a leather
thong through the loop on the side of her chest. She tied the end of one to the
loop on the captive's thigh.
While she did this, another Amazon lifted the captive's head in the air so
Gina had to look down her body. The mistress had both hands on the back of the
brunette's head so the nape of her neck was free. The Amazon threaded the thong
under the captive's head. Another Amazon took the working end and started
threading the end through the loop on the ropes on that side. The first Amazon
adjusted the placement of a padded pad so it was against the captive's neck.
The other Amazon finished tying a knot in the rope so Gina was locked in
this position.
The Amazons stepped back to admire the work they had done. Gina lay on her
back with her legs spread so both her pussy and ass were clearly visible to
anyone standing before her. The twin bars across her back prohibited her from
rolling onto either side. What she could do was rock and forth, and kicked her
feet up and down. Either action caused the bells on her ankles to ring.
People had to be drawn to the source of the sound. The more she struggled, the
more attention she drew to herself.
As an added humiliation, the strap about the back of her neck forced her to
hold her head up so she stared down her body. She could see her large, naked
boobs, as well as her bush. More importantly from the Amazons point of view was
that it enabled her to see anyone watching her.
The Amazons stood around her laughing. One prodded her pussy with the toe
of her boot.
"Maybe we should take her down by the road. Maybe someone will come along
and take pity on her and let her go."
The Amazons laughed at that. Gina made her own muffled protests. She did
not want anyone seeing her bound as she was. She knew no one would help her.
If they could, anyone would merely slip a leather slave collar about her neck
and claim her as their own.
In that position, any man could have her if he wished. (Gina had snubbed
many men so she knew at least one of them would come by if the Amazons moved her
into a public place.)
"We will come back for you. You just keep on struggling, and who knows?
Maybe someone will come rescue you."
That elicited more laughter from the Amazons. Only a fool would free a
bound woman. Gina was still a free woman, but there were few things in life
more satisfying that forcing a beautiful captive to beg for a slave collar.
They found Cindi where they had left her. She thrashed about on the ground
but could not get free. The Amazons had bound her in a hogtie that insured her
presence when they returned.
"Let us see what kind of goods we have to work with."
They cut the rope connecting the blonde's feet to a rope about her chest.
Her wrists were still bound and her arms were bound securely against her body.
Her legs were still tied at the ankle and the lower thigh. Cindi was going
nowhere.
They dragged the blue-eyed captive to her feet. A disrobing knife slashed
the ropes encircling her chest and upper arms above and below her large tits.
The Amazon then went to work on her top. A slash here, a slash there, and the
tattered garment fell away. The white cotton bra offered no more resistance
than the top had.
"Nice pair."
That summed it up admirably according to Amazon standards. They already
knew she was a beautiful blonde, but she had been hiding those oversized titties
of hers. She would make a most suitable slave girl.
The disrobing knife next cut away the rope about her lower thighs. Her
slacks and panties were next.
"Hey! She is a natural blonde," an Amazon giggled as she grabbed a fistful
of hair. The young blonde struggled, but there was nothing she could do. She
was destined to become a slave girl no matter what she did.
An Amazon slipped a leather blindfold over the captive's beautiful eyes.
Foam rubber lined each pad so when the strap was pulled tight, the leather pad
forced the foam rubber to foam to the contours of her face. No light got
through to the captive's eyes. She was more helpless than before.
"I am going to guide you. Just come to you feet and follow me."
The Amazon grabbed both of Cindi's nipples and pulled up. The blonde tried
to come to her feet to relieve the pressure, but the mistress was more mobile.
When the captive was on her feet, she pulled forward on them, indicating she was
to follow.
Cindi tried to back away, to get away from that woman's grip on her
titties.
A pair of Amazons standing behind her (in case such an emergency arose)
shoved her to her knees.
"I see a little persuasion is in order."
The Amazon pulled a pair of pliers from her belt. They were needle-nosed,
but blunt so the tips would not hurt the captive. The Amazon reached down with
the pliers to grab a small amount of Cindi's public hair. She twisted her hand
as she pulled up.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Cindi tried to come to her feet to take the strain off her pubic hair but
could not. She had not yet mastered the ability to kneel and then rise with her
hands bound behind her.
"Do you promise to behave?"
The beautiful blonde nodded. Nothing they did to her could be any worse
than that.
The Amazon opened the pliers to fit them over Cindi's right nipple. She
allowed the handles to come together so the young captive would know they were
there without feeling any pain.
"If you misbehave again, I use this on these girls. Understand?"
The blonde nodded. She was learning the obedience expected of a slave
girl. Not that any woman could not be trained given enough time, but Cindi was
proving to be particularly susceptible to her new position in life. The Amazons
were quick to attribute that to the fact that Cindi was a blonde.
To the Amazons, a blonde was fit to be nothing more than a slave girl.
Though publicly made no statements regarding blondes, a careful observer would
realize that there were no blonde Amazons. While it was true that blondes were
recruited, they always found themselves wearing slave collars instead of the
black leather of an Amazon.
"Get up."
Cindi struggled to her feet. Again the Amazon grabbed her by the nipples
to guide her across their compound. She made no effort to resist. The Amazon's
touch was not painful, and actually a little pleasant (though Cindi would never
admit that).
Their destination was not far from where Andrea had begged to become a
slave girl earlier in the day. This pavilion was larger, it had to be since
they were going to force two free women to beg to be made into slave girls at
the same time instead of just one.
The Amazons had prepared the area for the submission of the two by dragging
a pair of wooden punishment benches to one side.
These punishment benches were padded to insure that the captive did not
accidently hurt herself. At the front there was a pillory. The Amazons already
had the upper pieces raised and locked open to make it easier to accommodate the
captives. The forty centimeter-wide benches were inclined so the captives'
heads would be lower than her bottom. Near the pillory the benches narrowed to
barely ten centimeters in width.
Several sturdy timbers held the bench in position. Attached to them were
the necessary leather straps needed to secure the captive in position so she
could not squirm about. Once secured to this bench, she would not be able to
get free until they allowed her to do so.
Two Amazons lifted the naked blonde in the air. They pull her forward so
she straddled the raised end of the bench. The Amazons then drew her feet up to
hold them in place with leather cuffs.
At this point they removed the blindfold. It not longer whether the
beautiful blonde saw what they were going to do to her. She was helplessly
bound. She could do nothing to resist.
One Amazon pushed her upper body forward, while another held it up so she did
not fall forward and hurt herself. Once she lay on the padded bench, they
passed straps across her lower back near her bottom, and at her upper back.
The next step was to secure the pillory in place. Two Amazons gradually
lowered the upper piece down until it was against the nape of the blonde's neck.
A block of wood attached to that piece forced her to keep her head bowed toward
the floor. She could see nothing but the base of the punishment bench.
The upper piece locked as soon as the two pieces of wood made contact.
Still, the Amazons attached a large padlock to the left of her head. Cindi
would know that there was no hope of escape.
Most of the Amazons went to get Jane. A couple stayed behind to guard
Cindi and to acquaint her with her position.
Cindi's round bottom was raised in the air, her legs were spread so
everyone could see her pussy. Though the captive blonde could not see it, her
bottom was raised as a pair of globes, ready to be spanked.
One of the Amazons reached in between her legs to grab some of the pubic
hair. "Mmmmmfffffttttt" Cindi grunted through her gag. She squirmed
back and forth in her bondage, but was quite incapable of gaining any freedom at
all. She could wiggle her ass only a centimeter in any direction. When the
Amazons were ready to play with her, she would be available.
If the blonde Cindi put up resistance, they expected nothing less from the
brunette Jane. She surprised them all by following peacefully when the Amazon
pulled her by her nipples. The beautiful brunette followed. With a couple of
minutes, she was bound as securely as Cindi was.
Gina jerked her legs once. The ringing of the bells was so loud. She struggled
again, only longer. It seemed to her that the longer she struggled, the louder
the bells seemed to ring.
It was inevitable that people were attracted to the sounds of the bells.
The beautiful brunette tried to see who approached, but with her head raised in
the air, she could not turn her head.
"My, isn't this a sight."
It was a couple of men. Frozen with embarrassment, she stared up at them.
The second man prodded her bottom cheeks with the toe of his right shoe.
"Wouldn't this look good mounted over the fireplace in your den?"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The men laughed, first at Gina's predicament, then at her protests, and
finally at her feeble attempts to get free. The Amazons had tied her she would
remain bound until someone chose to free her.
She could not know, of course, that these two were slavers, checking out
the competition's merchandise. While each would have gladly purchased Gina
(with or without a collar), they knew from her bondage without a collar that the
Amazons intended to keep her as their own.
Still laughing, they wandered off.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Gina tried to scream after them to get them to free her but they ignored
her. She was a beautiful woman destined to be a slave girl. No one in their
right mind would help her.
Gina continued to struggle, hoping they would hear the ringing of the bells and
come back to free her. Instead, she attracted another group.
"Hey, I wonder if this one is for sale?"
Her right knee was in the way so at first she could not see who the woman
was. Gradually she emerged into sight. She was no more than twenty or
twenty-one. There were four of them, each young and beautiful. Gina was only a
couple of years older than they. She was certain they would take pity on her
and free her.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
"Patsy, maybe, if we pooled our money together, we could buy her."
Gina stopped struggling. They were talking about buying her. She could
not believe that they would not going to help her either.
"She is not wearing a collar," the one called Patsy observed. "I think we
would get into trouble if we tried to take her back into town."
"Oh, there you are."
The four young women looked up. Gina could not see who the speaker was.
The woman stood near her head. The naked captive tried to rock her body back so
she could see, but all she accomplished doing was to cause the bells on her
ankles to ring again.
"Oh. Hi! We were just looking for you."
"I saw you admiring our latest acquisition."
Gina knew the woman was talking about her head. She had moved forward a
meter. The beautiful captive could not see her face, but recognized the black
leather she wore. This was one of the Amazons.
"Yeah. You know, she isn't wearing a collar."
The Amazon chuckled.
"She is undergoing some tenderizing."
"Tenderizing -- you mean like meat?!
"You could say that. She tried to sell us a couple of slave girls. The
asking price was about right, but when we haggled, she came down in price very
quickly. That made us suspicious. We did a little checking, and discovered she
had rustled the two."
She poked Gina in the side with the toe of her right boot.
"Isn't that right?!
Gina tried to deny it, but all she succeeded in doing was to get the bells
on her ankles to ring loud and long. They all laughed at her feeble struggles.
"What are you going to do to her?" one of the other girls asked, her blue
eyes wide in amazement at the sight of a free woman bound in this position.
"We will keep her like this for a while. Tonight we will send her clothes
over to one of the other camps. Then we will handcuff her hands behind her
back, and send her in search of her clothing, dressed just the way she is now."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The bells jingled again. All five women laughed at Gina.
"We thought maybe she might be for sale."
"Oh, no, not her. Did you bring your money?" The four lovelies nodded.
"Come along. I will show you where we keep the special slave girls were do not
let the public bid on. I am certain we can arrange something."
The four followed the Amazon away. Gina continued to struggle once they
were out of sight. Nothing she did though gained her any freedom at all.
Gina was alone for only a few minutes before she had two more visitors.
"I see you know now to treat your visitors well," said Debbie with a laugh
as she studied Gina's predicament. The captive brunette jerked her body twice
trying to break the ropes, but could not. All that occurred was that the bells
at her ankles rang.
"We have had her on our 'want' list for quite a while. We believe that the
more arrogant and self-centered a woman is, the better slave girl she is."
Gina responded by struggling furiously with her bondage, accompanied by the
ever ringing of the bells.
"Are you going to give her the same treatment you gave Andrea?"
"Well, it is all similar. You take a proud young woman, strip her naked
and beat her ass until she begs to wear a slave collar. Some, like Andrea, were
born for a collar. Others, like Gina here, have to be persuaded."
"Can't you just spank her until she submits?"
"Where would the fun be in that? We will have her wanting to beg to be a
slave girl before we even spank her for the first time."
"You are not going to spank her?"
Marlena looked surprised.
"Yes, of course we are going to spank her. She will beg to be a slave
girl. That will not stop her from getting any number of spankings before she
receives her own slave collar. The destination is the same. The route is
different. But first we have her two friends to take care of. Come along."
Gina saw them move to her left out of sight. She jerked her knees again
and again, but could gain no freedom. All she accomplished was the continual
ringing of those bells. She paused to catch her breath and wondered who else
would stop by to take a look at her pussy and bottom.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 10
Debbie slowly ran her hand over Jane's lower back and round bottom. She
had caught only a glimpse of the two beautiful young women earlier when they
passed through with Gina. She probably would not recognize them if she saw them
dressed as slave girls. She knew each was beautiful, and she knew each had a
beautiful ass. The tall brunette let her fingers dawdle over the curve of the
brunette's bottom. Yes, she had such a lovely ass.
She turned her attention from the brunette to the blonde. Cindi's bottom
was more round. The blonde's bottom had even a more severe curve at her bottom
cheeks and hips. The brunette knew she would enjoy either one.
She allowed her hand to run along Cindi's side. Near the pillory, a large
tit dangled down where the bench narrowed. They designed the bench so they
could punish the captive's bottom, but large dangling titties were not ignored
either. Debbie fondled a soft, supple boob for a few seconds, allowing her
thumb and index finger to roll the nipple between them. She felt it getting
hard. They were about to punish Cindi so badly that she would beg to be a slave
girl just to get them to stop, and still she was easily aroused.
Debbie allowed herself a little smile. Maybe what they said was true.
Maybe blondes were natural slave girls.
"They look so cute, tied up like this, side-by-side. What are you going to
do to them?"
"We are going to have a little contest. You both get spanked, spanked
rather severely, I may add. You both will end up as slave girls before very
long."
As she spoke, she stroked the back of Jane's head. Marlena stood before
her but because the block of wood on the pillory forced her to keep her head
down, the beautiful brunette could see nothing of the Amazon above her thighs.
"The contest is easy. The woman who submits first wins. She will plant
her face between my legs and after I am satisfied, she will beg for me to put a
collar on her. Maybe I will. Maybe I will not. The Amazons around here would
enjoy the winner's pleasure. I always enjoy a fresh tongue in the morning to
get the blood flowing."
The Amazon leader moved over to Cindi. Again, she stroked the back of the
captive's head.
"The loser gets spanked, time and again, time and again. She will struggle
to get free so she came beg us to free her, but of course we will not, not until
we are finished with her fanny."
She looked up at Debbie.
"Do you know what the lowest thing is?"
The tall brunette smiled.
"A slave girl who eats another slave girl."
"That is what most people think, but it is wrong. Even lower than a slave
girl who eats another slave girl is a beast of burden. Think of it beautiful
women who cannot use their bodies to please. All they can do is labor to please
their masters and mistresses, their firm bodies begging to be used."
She leaned over to fondle Cindi's titties.
"Even lower than a beast of burden is a boytoy a woman who serves no other
function than to lie on her back with her knees against her shoulders with a
male grunting on top her."
She took a couple of steps so she could reach Jane's tits. They were
somewhat smaller than Cindi's but very pleasant to fondle.
"The lowest form of life? The lowest form of life is a free woman who eats
a slave girl. Yes, the loser of our little contest will be able to congratulate
the winner by eating her out as a free woman. Imagine if you will the supreme
humiliation as the slave girl comes time and again with the tongue of a free
woman. Only after she had satisfied the winner will she be allowed to beg for a
collar."
Debbie had to laugh with Marlena. She was amazed at the Amazon's ability
to come up with increasingly humiliating ways to get young women to submit to
being slave girls. Little did she realize that behind the smile the Amazon
leader was plotting her demise.
"Shall we begin?"
"What is first?"
"Tenderizing. We must properly tenderize the women's bottoms. We begin
with the bare hand. Do you want to start with Jane while I do Cindi? One
hundred swats. That is, one hundred swats on each cheek. Ready?"
SmackSmack! SmackSmack! SmackSmack! SmackSmack! SmackSmack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
The two beautiful captives began struggling as soon as the spankings
began. Hands landed on soft flesh with a satisfying sound that echoed through
the pavilion. The blonde and brunette wiggled about but could not alter their
positions at all. The blows continued to fall.
The two mistresses had different ways of doing it. Oh, the basic premise
was the same, they just had different ways to achieve the desired ends. Each
drew her hand in the air and brought it down against the round bottom of her
victim. The difference was that Debbie methodically did it five times on one
cheek, then five times on the other, back and forth, back and forth. Marlena
altered the target with each blow so Cindi would not know what her hand was
going to land. One blow would land on the right cheek, the next on the left.
Back to the right, then as the naked blonde anticipated a blow to the left, the
Amazon would deliver another to the right. Maybe the next would land there
also, or perhaps it would land on the other cheek. Cindi had no idea where it
would land.
As this tenderizing routine went on, Clarissa and Danielle arrived from
their recent triumph over Janice. That captive beauty was still locked in the
pillory in a nearby tavern with a couple of Amazons to watch over her. No, they
had no fear that she would escape. They were afraid that someone might rustle
her if she was left unguarded. There was little honor among slavers. If the
Amazons found another slaver attractive, they would not hesitate in enslaving
her. The same could be said of other slavers. More than one Amazon wore a
slave collar.
"What are they doing?" Danielle asked as she loosen the crotch strap of
her leather outfit. The slave girl knelt at her feet ready to please.
Once it was free, she sat down. The slave girl leaned forward to make it easy
for the mistress to reach the buckle on the back of her ballgag. Once the
bright red rubber ball was out of her mouth, she planned her lips on the
beautiful Amazon's pussy, and began to lick furiously. She knew what would
happen to her if she did not please her mistress.
"Contest between the blonde and the brunette."
"No much of a contest."
"Do you still think blondes are that inferior?"
"Of course. A silver talen says the blonde gives in first."
"It is a bet."
Marlena and Debbie continued to pound away at the naked captives' bottom
until they were bright red. The Amazon knew that this spanking alone would not
get the two to submit. This was the first step. Women were placing bare hands
on their bottoms and they could do nothing about it. Totally humiliated by
this, they would not be able to resist when the Amazons started using paddles.
The number of prescribed swats was done. Because of Debbie's methodical
approach, she was done a minute ahead of the Amazon leader. When Marlena
stopped, the rounded bottoms of both women were bright.
Cindi and Jane squirmed as much as their bondage would allow. That of
course was no much. Their bottoms burned from the spankings. They could not
imagine pain any worse than this. Nevertheless, they were about to
discover why the Amazons were so successful in enslaving women.
"Come on. Let us let the pros take over."
Debbie followed Marlena to the chairs next to Clarissa and Danielle. As
they moved in that direction, an Amazon came forward with a pair of slave girls
for their pleasure.
"So, how did it go?" Marlena asked, directing her question to Clarissa.
"Like we planned. The stupid little bitch is in a pillory at the tavern
showing off her wares to the men. We bribed a couple with drinks to insure that
she was not ignored. I would say she will be quite docile by the time she is
inside the gates."
While all this went on, a pair of Amazons advanced on the two naked
captives. They had an ongoing bet between themselves over who could get a
captive to submit first. Their blows would be the hardest they could deliver.
"I want to remind the two of you that the winner is the woman who submits
first. You cannot move your head much. However, you can lower your head and
then bring it up. Do that a few times and we will interpret that as a 'yes'
answer. Unfortunately, you get twenty-five swats with a wooden paddle
regardless. Just remember, the one of you who submits first gets only
twenty-five. The loser gets a lot more."
With a slight nod, she signaled the two Amazons to begin.
Smack!
The paddles landed almost simultaneously on two bottoms, giving off one
sound.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The naked captives tried to scream through their gags but could do no more
than make muffled grunts. Heads rose as high as their bondage would allow.
They pleaded with their captoresses to stop, but the two Amazons wielding the
paddles had volunteered because they were good at this job. Nothing could stop
them from raising the paddles in the air and then slamming the broad area down
against the captives' bare fanny.
"Damn."
Danielle dug a silver talen from her purse and gave it to Clarissa.
Though she had almost ten swats to go, Jane was already bobbing her head up and
down. She was agreeing to be a slave girl, but that did not stop the punishment
from continuing. She was destined to all twenty-five of those richly deserved
swats to her fanny.
"I think we have a winner here," Marlena said. "Cindi, your resolution is
admirable, but I think you will find it painful. Think of this as your first
lesson as a slave girl. You will learn always to submit."
They pulled the pillory up to release Jane's head. They removed the straps
holding her body against the bench. The beautiful brunette's bottom burned too
much for her to do much more than hang limply while they lifted her off the
bench and set her on her knees on the ground.
"Crawl over here, Jane. Show me what a good little girl you are."
The naked beauty raised her head a little so she could see in which
direction she had to go. Her head dropped down so she could see only the ground
before her knees. The Amazon who had been spanking her prodded her with a
switch. She had to say nothing. Jane knew that if she did not crawl over to
the Amazon leader, she would be beaten with that switch.
Slowly, a couple of centimeters at a time, she made her way to Marlena.
The slave girl who had been licking her was gone though the woman's crotch strap
was still off. Jane knew why. The Amazon's pussy was reserved for her tongue,
and she could do nothing about it.
"Show me what a good little girl you are by putting your nose right here."
Jane crawled forward a few more centimeters so her head was between the
Amazon's knees. She bent forward, slowly lowering her face until her nose was
in the woman's pussy. Slowly she moved her head up and down, dragging her nose
through the cleft.
Marlena was busy unbuckling the straps holding the gag in the brunette's
mouth. She pushed Jane's head back so she could remove the gag.
"Now I want you to thank me for having you spanked. If you make me come a
lot, I will not have you spanked again."
Jane's tongue replaced her nose. She had no experience at this, but it did
not take long for the Amazon to have another orgasm. Jane continued to lick
until they ordered her to stop.
The Amazon pushed her head back. Jane opened her mouth wide so the Amazon could
shove the gag back in her mouth.
"I think you have earned this."
She held a leather slave collar down near her pussy. Jane lowered her head
toward the ground so it passed between the Amazon's knees. When her throat
touched the leather of the slave collar, she felt the mistress bring it up about
her neck. When they buckled it in back, Jane was legally a slave girl. She
could do nothing about it, and certainly, no one would help her.
She felt the Amazon pulling the pins from her hair. In seconds it fell
freely down to the floor.
She wore the collar of a slave girl, and now her hair hung down in the manner of
a slave girl.
Marlena used her right hand to raise the slave girl's face so she could look
into her eyes.
"You really are quite beautiful. You will make a wonderful slave girl.
Are you glad that I made you into a slave?"
The beautiful brunette knew better than to shake her head. She nodded.
She was only a slave girl. Her mistress had the right to do anything to her she
wished. She knew she had to obey if she did not want them to punish her more.
Marlena reached behind Jane's head with both hands to get at the buckle
holding the gag in her mouth.
"Now I want you to thank me for turning you into a slave girl."
Jane knew what her mistress wanted. As soon as the gag was out of her
mouth, she planted her lips on the Amazon's pussy. It did not take her long to
make Marlena come. Jane had shown her submission. That was all that they
required now. She shoved the gag back in the brunette's mouth, but did not
buckle the ends together.
"Not bad for a first time. I am certain you will do better with practice.
Why don't you thank all the women here?"
Jane had no choice but to crawl to Debbie. This mistress removed the gag.
Jane found her tongue in a second woman's pussy. Soon there were a third and a
fourth. By the time she had served everyone, she had lost track of the number.
Her lips and tongue were tired, but she was certain there were many more pussies
she would have to explore before her day was over.
She found herself on her knees before Marlena. The Amazon motioned her
forward so she could buckle the ends of the leather strap behind her head. Jane
thought they were finished with her, but she was wrong.
"So Jane, I am your mistress. And do you know what that means?"
The beautiful brunette nodded slowly. She had to be spanked to remind her
of her submissiveness. Marlena patted both thighs. "I want that flat little
tummy of your right here."
Slowly Jane came to her feet. It took her only one step to reach her mistress.
In seconds she found herself stretched out over Marlena's lap.
Jane kicked and struggled as the Amazon's palm landed on her fanny time and
again. She made muffled grunts of protest but it was futile. Marlena spanked
her as long as she wanted to (which was not as much as Jane thought it was).
When she was finished, she pushed the naked brunette to the ground. Her hands
freed the ends of the leather strap from the back of her head.
"Now I want you to thank me for spanking you."
Jane suffered through more humiliation as she planted her mouth on the
Amazon's pussy again. Marlena came three times before she pushed Jane's head
back so she could shove the gag back into her mouth. She drew the ends of the
strap behind her head so she could buckle them together loosely. They did not
need a more substantial gag for their beautiful slave girl. Jane would not have
it between her teeth very long. They had more important plans for her mouth.
She was a slave girl. Her job was to please others.
Jane let them pull her to her feet. Someone attached a chain leash to her
collar. For the first time as a slave girl she was led away by an Amazon.
Marlena stayed behind to see to Cindi's submission.
Just outside they were waiting for Jane. An Amazon fitted the corset
about her slender waist. It was shiny silver with black lace trim. Though it
covered her belly, it hid little else. Her large boobs hung down over the top.
Straps at the bottom dangled down, waiting to hold up stockings, but all they
did was frame her pubic hair. Jane could not see it, but she would soon feel as
every other slave girl did she felt more naked with it on than with nothing on.
A pair of slave girls dressed in French Maid outfits tackled the brunette's
legs. The stockings were sheer black. Once they had a foot in one, they slid
the silver-colored leather sandals on her feet. Small straps across the top of
the foot and about the ankle insured that she could not kick it off.
The French Maids then pulled the stockings up, adjusted the length of the
straps. Jane now looked like any other slave girl.
When this was done the French Maids knelt, their faces against their knees,
their hands together behind their backs. An Amazon quickly applied a set of
handcuffs to each. The slave girls then sat up so their mistress could attach
one end of a leash to the front ring on each slave collar. When the mistress
jerked the leashes, the two beautiful captives came to their fee yo follow her
away.
In a nearby cubicle there was a wooden bench that was unlike the one Jane
had just suffered through. Though it was sloping, the angle was not as severe
as before. They removed Jane's bondage, but did not use the bench quite yet.
She stood there passively while they pulled shoulder-length, metallic silver
gloves up her arms.
Once they had her dressed as a slave girl, they pushed her toward a
full-length mirror attached to a pole. With it Jane could see how she looked.
"Look at yourself. You are quite a beautiful slave girl."
Jane looked at the reflection of herself in the mirror and had to admit
that what they said was correct. She was beautiful, but then she had known that
before. Now she was a beautiful slave girl.
She realized immediately that she was also a very sexy slave girl. Her titties
seemed very proud as they protruded forward from the top of the silver corset.
At the bottom the sliver corset and black satin straps outlined her fur. She
knew she was a beautiful and sexy slave girl.
They then led their captive the low end of the bench. She lay on it, then
put her hands under it so they could secure them there with leather cuffs and
short chains. A pair of broad leather straps, one above her titties and the
other below, secured her to the bench. They attached more leather cuffs to her
lower thighs just above the knees. Chains from them ran down to the bench near
her head.
With this, Jane's pussy was available. It was the highest part of her body.
She did not care though as she had other things to worry about. The
Amazons secured a wood shelf over her chest. While they did that, the lucky
Amazon removed her crotch strap. As soon as the shelf was in place, she
straddled Jane's head in anticipation of sitting on the shelf. She scooted back
to give herself room to pull the gag from the beautiful brunette's mouth once
she had the strap unbuckled.
Jane kept her mouth open as she knew what was going to happen. The Amazon
slid forward so her pussy was pressed against Jane's mouth. The beautiful slave
girl extended her tongue as she stared at the Amazon to see if she pleased her
mistress.
The Amazons turned their attention back to the blonde. Her hand spanking
was at an end. Now her resolve to refuse to submit would cause her more pain.
An Amazon produced a wood paddle. Printed across the business end were the
words "The Persuader." She handed it to the Amazon who had been spanking the
blonde's ass. She pressed it against the bottom cheeks and rubbed in a circular
motion.
"Well, Cindi, now it is time for you to learn what happens to bad little
girls."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"I know you are sorry for not begging for a slave collar immediately, but
we must teach you a lesson. Let us see. You have had twenty-five swats
already. I guess twenty-five more would be in order." She paused to glance at
Debbie and smile. "That is, twenty-five on each cheek, plus a final twenty-five
on both cheeks. Go ahead."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Cindi protested, but it did no good.
Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Cindi struggled with her bondage as much as she could. Smack! She wiggled
her ass and strained against the straps holding her to the bench top. Smack!
Her hands twisted back and forth in their bondage. Smack! She tried to draw
her legs together. Smack! She tried to raise her body in the air. Smack!
She tried to pull the pillory apart with her head. Smack!
None of it did any good. Smack! The spankings continued until she had
suffered through all seventy-five.
They released the buxom blonde from her bondage and set her on the ground.
Marlena held a slave collar down so she could see it.
"Do you want this?"
The Amazons had to laugh as their captive nodded before trying to put her
throat against the leather. Her torment was not over though. With a nod,
Marlena ordered them to pull Cindi to her feet. The bound blonde was in no
condition to walk so they dragged her to the same area where Jane was hard at
work. At their approach the Amazon straddling her face climbed off.
"Next!"
Another Amazon took her place. When she felt the pussy against her mouth,
the beautiful brunette extended her tongue. In seconds she made that Amazon
come.
The Amazons pulled Cindi over in front of Jane. They pushed her to her
knees so her face was immediately above Jane's.
"You recognized Jane, don't you? She has become a good little slave girl.
I know you would like to be one also, but Jane needs to be rewarded for her
submissiveness. She is nothing but a slave girl. You are still a free woman.
You will reward her by licking her pussy until she comes again and again."
Another nod from the Amazon leader brought the blonde to her feet. In a
matter of seconds she found herself kneeling at Jane's ass. As soon as the gag
was removed, they pushed her face forward so her mouth was on the brunette's
pussy.
"Come on, Cindi, lick! Lick faster! Faster!"
The buxom blonde moved her tongue as quickly as she could. She felt Jane's
bottom shift from side to side as she started to come. The brunette wore a
rather effective gag of another woman's pussy, but even with that, Cindi heard
her cry out in ecstasy.
Jane had come once, but it was evident that the Amazons wanted more. She
continued to lick, trying to move her tongue as fast as she could. She felt
Jane squirm as she was about to come a second time.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 11
Cindi lowered her head toward the ground, placing her throat against the
leather slave collar held by the Amazon. Marlena quickly drew both ends up so
the strip of black leather formed a ring about the beautiful blonde's neck.
With practiced hands she slipped the working end through the buckle on the other
end. In seconds she had it secured in place. Sure, it would be easy to
unbuckle, but with her hands bound behind her back, Cindi could not do that.
And no one in their right mind would free a slave girl.
The Amazon pulled the pins from Cindi's hair, allowing the long, blonde
tresses to hang down all the way to the ground. The Amazon had to smile. Cindi
looked so beautiful with her hair down.
Marlena placed the index finger of her right hand under Cindi's chin so the
blonde had to raise her head to look her in the eye.
"You are a very beautiful slave girl. Now I think it is time for you to
thank me for letting you become a slave."
Marlena slid forward a few centimeters to get a better hold of the buckle
holding the ballgag in the blonde's mouth. They had not ordered Cindi to bow
her head again, so she kept it up, but bent her head forward to make it easier
on the Amazon. She did not want that Amazon mad at her. Her ass still burned
from the previous spankings she had received.
With the buckle undone, the Amazon pulled the ends of the strap forward.
She let go so she could grab it again on either side of the rubber ball. With a
jerk toward her, she pulled the rubber ball from the blonde's mouth.
When the gag was out of her way, Cindi moved her face forward until she
could press her lips against the Amazon's pussy. Marlena grabbed two handfuls
of hair as she felt herself coming. An entire day of sexual arousal had
resulted in a hair-trigger pussy. By holding the blonde's long hair tightly,
she insured that she could not pull her face away until she was satisfied.
For Cindi, it seemed to be hours before that occurred. In a minute though,
the blonde thought the time had passed too quickly.
She knelt before her mistress, the ballgag insuring her silence. She was
only a slave girl.
"Since you more-or-less just came into my possession. I think a little
ritual is in order. Drape yourself across my lap."
Cindi wanted to protest. The Amazon intended to spank her again. Okay, it
was normal for a slave girl to get spanked to reaffirm that she knew who her
mistress or master was, but she had been very obedient.
Since she was only a slave girl, her wishes and desires were unimportant.
She came to her feet and moved closer. Marlena pulled her across her lap so the
highest part of her body was her bare bottom.
Marlena rubbed her hand over the red cheeks. Cindi had taken a severe
beating that day already. She would have to learn to take them.
Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Cindi's bare legs kicked wildly but bound as she was, she could do nothing
to stop the punishment. The blows landed on one cheek, then the other. The
naked blonde knew where the next blow would fall, and she could do nothing about
it.
When Marlena had given her new slave girl a good thirty or forty whacks
with her bare hand, she pushed her off her lap so Cindi landed on the floor at
her feet. Slowly the blonde moved herself into a kneeling position. She was a
good little slave girl. In that position, she did not see another Amazon seated
to her right.
"There is someone over there who wants you. Go over to her, curtsey, then
lay yourself across her lap."
Cindi did not want to be spanked again, but what could she do about it?
Her arms were still securely bound behind her back. She could do nothing to
resist.
Slowly she staggered to her feet. Being unused to moving without using her
arms to maintain her balance, she almost fell over. All the Amazons smiled.
That happened to all slave girls for their first few days wearing a slave
collar. Soon she would be able to leap to her feet to rush to please a mistress
with graceful ease.
The naked blonde moved directly in front of the Amazon. Slowly she drew
her left foot back so she could curtsey. It was clumsy, but they expected
little of her. She would quickly learn the proper movements of a slave girl.
She would either learn the proper movements, or she would be punished
repeatedly. They had no doubts that she would soon be able to execute a
graceful curtsey as she begged for more punishment.
The buxom blond then stepped forward. The Amazon guided her across her
lap. Once again, the highest part of Cindi's body was her bare bottom. The
mistress began pounding away on the red cheeks. Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
On it went. The blonde's legs kicked wildly, but she could do nothing to
stop the punishment. It would last as long as the Amazon wanted.
Almost as soon as the mistress stopped, Cindi found herself on her knees
before the woman. The Amazon pulled her head forward so she could unbuckle the
strap from behind her head.
"Now I want you to thank me for punishing you."
As soon as the rubber ball was free of her mouth, the blonde moved her
upper body forward so she could press her mouth against her mistress's pussy.
When the Amazon was satisfied, the ballgag went back in. They were far
from finished playing with their new acquisition.
"There is someone over there who wants you. Go over to her, curtsey, then
lay yourself across her lap." She pointed where Marlena had sat when she
punished her. She had moved, and another Amazon sat awaiting her bottom.
The blonde moved slowly to the left. Again she executed a clumsy curtsey.
In seconds she lay across the mistress's lap with a bare hand striking the soft
flesh of her fanny.
Marlena motioned Debbie toward the entrance.
"It is time to check on Gina. The first step in breaking her was simple
humiliation. The next will be more pleasurable."
As the two mistresses made their way across the compound toward the spot
where they had left the captive brunette, Debbie saw several slave girls,
escorted by a couple of Amazons, emerge from a wooden structure she took to be
their slave kennel. The Amazons carried light switches that they played against
the soft flesh of the slave girls in front. Debbie counted and saw there were
five slave girls. There were four in front, two pairs of two. A fifth slave
girl followed, secured to the second pair by a chain leash.
"Remember what I was telling you about beasts of burden? There is an
example."
She gestured toward the slave girls.
"How are they different from the others?"
Marlena smiled.
"Look at the heads of the first four."
Each wore a black leather discipline helmet. Since they could see no trace
of their hair, she reasoned that it was still pinned up in the style of free
women. The flaps of soft, black leather had been secured behind their heads by
padlocks. There was no way any could get that helmet off.
Each also wore a black leather single glove that matched the coloring of the
discipline helmet. Their arms were hidden within the cylinder of black
leathers. Debbie could tell by the way each was laced up, they could not move
their arms at all. Another padlock across the top insured that the single glove
did not come off unless a mistress wanted it to.
The only item of clothing (if you could consider it that) was the black,
patent leather sandals with the six inch spike heels. Debbie was amazed that
the four captives could move without seeing. She suspected they had received a
lot of training running about in those hoods.
"Those are your 'beasts of burden?'"
"Some of them. They are the special ones. Those discipline helmets are
padded so they can hear nothing. Obviously they cannot see anything either.
The same for touching. With the exception for the frequent swat with a switch.
We only use them as beasts of burden though. They receive no sexual stimulation
at all. Of course they cannot give it either."
The two mistresses paused to allow the slave girls to go ahead of them.
Their switches constantly played against the flesh of the captives, urging them
forward.
"What do you do when it is time to feed them?"
Debbie found it difficult to imagine being kept bound such as that. There
had to be some relief for them.
"The gag we used on each of them is an oversized dildo, ten centimeters
long, five wide, and three high. Secured in those discipline helmets that is
the only thing they can think of. Of course, they assume that when they are
enslaved, that will be what they do, go around sucking cocks.. It is another
blow to them when we let them lick away at women only."
"Eating," Debbie reminded her.
"Eating. Each dildo has a hole through the center of it. Because of the
length of the shaft, the tip is near the back of the mouth. When it comes time
to feed them, we removed the plug on the outside of the dildo. Then we attach
the end of a tube. By working a pump we can build up pressure so the liquid
food squirts into the back of the mouth and slides down the throat. Like I told
you, no sexual stimulation at all."
"So who are these beasts of burden."
"I do not know. Some of them are members of DAAM we captured. If we find
a truly beautiful woman who is arrogant, maybe. Sometimes we do it as
punishment. Say, that little shop clerk was snotty to you. Instead of turning
her immediately in a slave girl, we let her be a beast of burden for a few days.
Believe me, she will love being a slave girl after that."
The Amazons guided the group of slave girls toward Gina. As they passed,
Debbie noticed the fifth slave girl in back. Unlike the others she did not wear
a discipline helmet. She did wear a slave collar. Her attire was extremely
sexy, even for a slave girl. She wore a pea green half-bra that lifted her
large boobs without covering the nipples. Black lace trimmed the edges, adding
a decidedly feminine touch without hiding the nipples at all.
The garter belt matched the half-bra. The basic garment was pink satin,
with the same black, lace ruffles. Her stockings were sheer black and her
high-heeled sandals pink patent leather.
Debbie had been soon interested in the hooded slave girls that she had not
noticed this fifth slave girl. Now she wondered how she had missed her. She
had long, red hair. The mistress stepped forward to look at the golden disk
dangling from the collar that gave her name. All it said was "34DD." Debbie
grinned as she glanced over at the Amazon leader. Marlena paid her no attention
at all. Debbie thought it strange that they should identify a slave girl by her
bra size.
The redhead wore a black satin blindfold, but she moved with even greater
facility than the four hooded slaves did. Debbie could tell that she was quite
experienced.
The Amazons brought the five to a halt by plying their switches over the
lower thighs of the hooded slave girls. "Stop!" was the order they gave to the
redhead. They freed her from the others, and led her up a slight grade toward a
couple of posts. When the Amazon jerked down on the leash, the redheaded slave
girl dropped to her knees. Blindfolded and bound, she was going no where.
The four hooded slave girls, Marlena's beasts of burden, were led forward
to Gina who still lay on her back. Though the four moved easily despite being
hooded, Marlena and Debbie had no trouble reaching the captive first.
"Isn't this a pretty sight?" the Amazon leader asked as she nudged the
captive's bottom with the toe of her boot. There was no doubt that she was
talking about the beautiful woman's pussy. "She has been so good about this, I
think she deserves a special treat."
Gina was exhausted from all her futile struggling. She lay there
helplessly staring up at the two. With this announcement, she started
struggling again. Her feet kicked up and down and she tried to break the rope.
The bells rang loudly.
The two Amazons brought the four slave girls to a halt near Gina's head.
There they separated them, the right pair advancing on the brunette's right, the
left pair on her left. The Amazon led the hooded slave girls around so the one
in front was even with Gina's chest. A blow to the back of the knees with the
switch brought both to the knees. The Amazon grinned as she looked at Marlena.
Gina now struggled more than she ever had before.
"It looks to me as though she could use a couple of months in a hood."
Gina stopped struggling. The bells at her ankles stopped ringing. She
had no idea what they were talking about, other than it was about her. She
wanted to hear what they intended to do to her.
"No, I have something special for her. She is so beautiful she deserves a
different fate."
Gina went back to her futile struggling, but she could do nothing to stop
them.
By that time, there were two hooded slave girls and an Amazon on either
side of the captive. To keep the beautiful brunette from rolling over, they had
bound rods to her arms that extended more than forty centimeters from her body
on each side. The Amazons attached an extension to each end so it protruded in
front of the hooded slave girl. About the waist of the hooded captives in front
they buckled broad leather straps. Attached to the front was a large ring.
With both hands they raised the rod, the upper part of Gina's body off the
ground. By maneuvering her to the right, and then the left, they slid the end
of the extensions through the rings. Padlocks insured that they did not come
off.
Debbie watched as the Amazons leaned forward to attach extension to the
other rod. The two then came to their feet to move around behind Gina. To
raise the second rod in the air, they simply grabbed her feet and lifted.
"We could use some help here."
Debbie squatted down to the left of the slave girl. When the end of the
rod came in her direction, she slid it through the ring and held it there until
an Amazon applied a padlock.
"An awkward way of doing things, but it certainly is amusing. For us, that
is, not for Gina," Marlena announced when they finished.
The Amazons grabbed the leash of the lead slave girl on each side and
jerked upwards. At the same time she brought the switch against her bare
bottom. Swack! Swack !Swack! Swack! Swack! Swack! As soon as she saw the naked
captive trying to get to her feet, she moved to the other captive in her
control. The four hooded slave girls staggered to their feet, lifting Gina with
them.
Using the switches, and pulling the leashes of the front two, the Amazons
started the four forward with their cargo. A few meters down the path they
turned to the right. They ascended the slight slope past the kneeling redhead.
Their destination was the twin posts Debbie had seen earlier.
The route to the posts actually ran several meters to the right of it.
Once beyond it, the Amazons maneuvered the slave girls to the left. Gradually
they had a half circle until they were between the posts facing Marlena and
Debbie.
Debbie watched as the Amazons mercilessly flailed away at the bare titties
of their captives. Every time a switch struck a nipple, the captive's body
would writhe in pain. Debbie could see that few of the blows missed their
targets. The hooded beasts came to a halt between the poles.
The two Amazons in charge of them immediately set to work stinging Gina up
between the poles. They began by threading leather straps under her arms and up
about her shoulders. On top each shoulder was a ring. Chains ran up each pole
to a pulley at the top. They pulled the ends of the chains down to the rings on
the shoulder straps. Once secured, they returned to the poles to pull all slack
from the chain. A pin through a link locked each in place.
They returned to the hooded slave girls to release them from the rods that
held Gina up. They removed the padlocks from the two in front. When the
extensions were pulled free of the rings, Gina's body shifted around so her
bottom was toward the ground. When they released the other sets of rods from
the second pair, Gina hung by the shoulder straps.
Before continuing with Gina, the Amazons moved the hooded slave girls out
of the way. One led a pair to each pole facing away from Marlena and Debbie.
They then attached the ends of the chains to the belt of the captive in back.
When finished, they brought the pairs to their feet by pulling up on the leashes
and by using the switches. They drew the captive a little farther in the air.
Once again, blows to the tits caused them to stop moving. The Amazons secured
the chains in place with more pins.
The two turned their attention to Gina again. The beautiful brunette
struggled as much as she could, but bound as she was, she could do nothing to
stop them. They attached a leather cuff to each ankle. They attached the end
of another set of chains to a ring on the leather cuffs, these attached to the
poles about a meter above the ground. Only then did they cut the ropes causing
the brunette to have her legs apart.
Gina tried to stand up, but discovered the chains were too short to allow
that. At least she no longer had her knees up against her shoulders, and her
legs were fairly close together. She decided this was an improvement over her
previous position.
While she thought that, the Amazons attached the ends of the leg chains to
the belts of the slave girls. The switches fell on bare bottoms again. As the
hooded slave girls moved forward, they pulled Gina's legs apart. The beautiful
captive tried to fight it. She tried to keep her knees together, but could not.
In a matter of moments, the Amazons had her feet secured so each foot almost
touched one of the poles.
Gina's pussy was exposed and vulnerable once again. This time was
different though. This time the Amazons were going to do something about it.
Marlena brought the redhead forward. She knelt immediately before Gina,
her face at her crotch. The Amazon removed the blindfold so she could see what
she did.
"Gina, this is 36 Double-D. You are in for a real treat. She is one of
the very best pussy-eaters we have. Consider her to be your reward for
providing us with such delightful entertainment while you were bound there on
your back."
The Amazon bent down to unbuckle the strap holding the ballgag in the slave
girl's mouth. When it was out, the redheaded slave made no movement toward
Gina's pussy. All she did was stare at it. Debbie could tell that she was
well-trained.
"Tell her she has a beautiful pussy."
"You have a beautiful pussy."
"Show her how much you love it."
The redhead extended her head forward to plant a kiss on it.
Marlena watched Gina. She tried to struggle but could not gain a bit of
freedom. She knew they were going to make her suffer through orgasm after
orgasm while bound and gagged. Once she had come a few times, her efforts to
resist would diminish noticeably. She could do nothing.
"Why did you name her '36 Double-D?" Debbie asked gesturing toward the
kneeling redhead.
"It better defines her purpose in life."
"To be named for her bra size?"
"Sure. Her purpose in life is to use her body to please others. Fitting
isn't it? How many pretty French Maids do you know named 'Pussy Eater?'"
"Oh."
Debbie began to understand. It was common for a mistress to take revenge
on a rival. Enslave her and turn her into her own, personal French Maid,
complete with abbreviated black satin outfit, and rename her pussy eater.
Often, when a jilted lover gained possession of his former love, a master would
rename his slave girl "Cocksucker," or "Titty," "or "Pretty Pussy." The purpose
was to parade the slave girl in front of those who despised her when she was a
free woman. Now that she was a slave girl, she had to obey. Her name described
most accurately what they expected of her.
"While we may have a number of 36 Double-D's, it does not matter. The only
time she has to respond is when an order is directed to her. Of course, by the
time she had accepted her new name, she is most anxious to please. She gets
special treatment. Well, sort of special. At least we do not spank her as
often."
Their attention was drawn from the back of 36 Double-D's head, to Gina's
face as the beautiful captive threw her head back as she uttered a most
pleasurable "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!!!"
"I think she is having fun," Debbie remarked.
Marlena chuckled.
"We will let her come a few more times. We do not want her too exhausted
as she still has not submitted yet. The degradation of being tied up and forced
to come repeatedly will tear down her resolution."
Movement on the other side of the Amazons' camp distracted both. A number
of women moved from one of the huts toward a series of posts. They paid no
attention to Gina's almost continuous orgasms as they watched the others at
work. Seconds after their arrival, the two saw the Amazons drag a body between
two posts. They squatted down for a few seconds. When the arose, they moved to
opposite poles. From the movements of their bodies, Debbie knew they were
pulling on ropes or chains. She saw a pair of legs appear in sight near the
ground. They continue to rise until the captive was suspended upside down, her
legs spread far apart.
There were many possibilities with that position but the Amazons ignored
her to secure a second captive in that position. And then a third. They
stopped only when there were four suspended in that most vulnerable position.
Debbie could see their heads. Their hair had not been let down. These
four were free women. "Not for long," she thought to herself. She imagined
that it would take little persuasion in that position to get a young woman
begging for a slave collar.
The Amazons chose long, willowy switches to use on the four. The two
circled their captives. On one side the switch played against a bare bottom.
On the other the target was the titties. When they reached the end of the line,
each Amazon circled around to start down the other side.
Debbie smiled. There would be four more slave girls before evening.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 12
Cindi pulled her hands apart with as little effort as she could to keep
from drawing attention to the act. She felt a steel band of the handcuffs about
each wrist. The steel was hard and cold and she knew it would not break no
matter how much she struggled. She wore the leather collar of a slave girl.
That was the symbol of her place in society. Since she wore that, no one would
help her. She was only a slave girl who existed only to use her body to please
others. With her hands cuffed behind her back she could not defend herself.
One Amazon on either side, holding on to an upper arm, guided her forward.
The buxom blonde made no effort to resist, knowing she would accomplish nothing
if she tried. The only thing guaranteed was that they would punish her again.
Her ass still burned from the last spanking.
She jerked her hair to the side to get the long, blonde tresses out of the way.
She saw ahead of her Jane kneeling on the ground. Well, she thought it was
Jane. It certainly looked like her, but she could not be sure. The supplicant
slave girl's face was hidden by her long hair, and she totally naked. The
kneeling slave girl could have been anyone, but she was sure it was Jane. She
had been linked to the beautiful brunette from the moment of their slavery.
They pushed her to the ground to the right of Jane. She knelt and bent her
head forward in a submissive position. "Cross your ankles." Recognizing that
she would have trouble doing it on her own (since she was a new slave girl), one
Amazon lifted her right ankle to place it over the left. Quickly she looped a
rope about them, securing the captive in this kneeling position. "Move you
knees apart. Come on, further than that." Cindi moved them outwards millimeter
by millimeter until her knees were almost a meter apart.
"Now, lean forward, face toward the ground. Keep your head up so the tips
of your hair touch the ground."
Anyone standing in front of her could see her pussy where it not for her
long hair. She was only a slave girl. She was not allowed to hide any part of
her body from the prying eyes of a master or mistress.
The buxom blonde knew she was in the kneeling position they called the
"submissive position." She could see nothing, but was in the position to obey
if they wanted her. A well-trained slave girl could be expected to maintain
that position for hours. When the order came, she had to be ready to please her
master or mistress.
She maintained that position for several minutes while her mistresses made
plans for the next step of her servitude. With her long blonde tresses hanging
down on each side, she could not see what was going on. She could see the
ground below her face, and her tits and pussy. Other than that, she saw
nothing.
When they were ready for her, one Amazon cut the rope about her ankles.
Two others dragged her to her feet and across the area where three slave girls
waited dressed in black satin French Maids outfits. Each knelt, head bowed,
awaiting the orders from their mistresses. She saw they had their arms behind
their backs. She knew they were bound though she did not know how.
The Amazons secured Cindi in front of the three submissive women. They ran
a chain down from an overhead bar to a ring on each side of her leather slave
collar. When they let go she could not run off. They then had her spread her
legs far apart. As she did that, the upper part of her body settled down,
causing the chains to the collar to become taut. One Amazon fastened a leather
cuff to each ankle. A short chain from a ring on the cuff to a ring in the
ground forced her to maintain that position. An Amazon reached down between her
legs to fondle her pussy to remind her of just how vulnerable she was.
"Dress her."
One Amazon passed behind the French Maids. Cindi was so concerned by her
nudity that she did not see the mistress removing handcuffs. Neither did she
notice them bring Jane in. Two other Amazons bound her in the exact same
condition behind her facing in the opposite direction.
Each of three French Maids bounded to her feet when she was freed. The
beautiful blonde stood there helplessly as they dressed her, adjusting her
bondage as need be. With the chains to her collar, and the number of Amazons
about her, escape was impossible.
When they were finished, the three French Maids returned to their kneeling
position with their hands behind their backs. An Amazon passed along behind
them, reattaching the handcuffs.
When she was done, the two removed the chains from Cindi's collar and legs. The
Amazons then guided her over in front of a full-length mirror.
"Well, what do you think, Blondie? Not too bad, huh?"
They had dressed her in a black and red motif. The garter belt was red
satin with black lace ruffles. The straps running down to the tops of her
stocking were black satin ribbons. The stockings were sheer black, and the
shoes red patent leather with fifteen-centimeter spike heels.
The gag consisted of a bright red rubber ball. A black strap about her
head and through the center of the ball kept it in her mouth.
She knew that the garter belt, stocking tops, and straps framed her pubic
hair, instantly drawing attention to it.
She had known before that she was beautiful, but she had never imagined how
beautiful she could be wearing the finery of a slave girl. She wished some man
would come buy to admire her body.
"Come on we have a treat for the two of you."
When they turned the blonde slave girl around, she saw that they had
dressed Jane in the same attire. As the blonde watched, an Amazon attached one
end of a meter-long chain to the ring on the front of Jane's collar. Cindi felt
hands on her upper arms propelling her forward. She felt them pulling her hair
away from her neck so a mistress could attach the other end to the ring on the
back of her collar. An Amazon attached a leash to the ring on the front of her
collar. She kept the other end in her fist.
"Come on. Let us go!"
Switches flailed lightly against the bare bottoms and thighs of the two
slave girls. The blows were not heavy, but were enough to remind the captives
of what their mistresses could do if they did not obey. The switches continued
to land on soft flesh. The two picked up the pace. From the pavilion, they
started down a trail that led to another large tent. More blows. Faster.
Faster.
The Amazons changed the direction of the blows so they landed on the right
hips of the captives. Instead of going up the hill toward the other pavilion,
they turned left. Ahead of them they could see the towering walls of the city.
They thought the Amazons were going to take them into the town to have them
properly registered, but the fun and games were not over. More blows to the
right hips caused them to turn off onto a side trail. Not until they were
within a few meters of her, did they realize that was Gina bound in front of
them.
The beautiful brunette knew someone was coming. Or going. Her head was
back and her eyes closed as she underwent another orgasm. She had lost track
after only several minutes of this sort of stimulation. She was so exhausted
from coming so often that she knew she could not resist even if they untied her.
The multiple orgasms had come faster and more frequently than what she had ever
imagined possible. She knew why free women allowed themselves to be tied up.
Unable to resist, it was much easier to come. And come. And come.
She uttered a long, muffled cry as she came again. There were fewer things
more funny than a free woman coming again and again as though she was a slave
girl. Soon she would be what they wanted.
Marlena stepped on front of the two slave girls as their mistresses brought
them to a halt.
"We want the two of you to thank Gina for leading you into this
predicament. Oh, her pussy seems to be occupied right now."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The Amazon leader stopped the laugh.
"Where was I? Oh, yeah. Her pussy may be filled, but she has a nice pair
of titties with real big and pointed nipples just waiting for someone to suck on
them."
With a nod she signaled the others to remove the gags from the two naked
slave girls. The Amazons pushed the long hair out of the way to get at the
buckles at the napes. With practiced hands they quickly completed the job, then
pulled the rubber balls from the captives' mouth. Once both were ungagged,
their mistresses pushed them forward. Each beautiful slave girl bent forward a
little so a nipple of one of Gina's large titties would enter their mouth.
Cindi licked the brown cylinder. She was amazed it was so long and hard.
She wondered if hers would be that pointed if she were strung up the same way.
As that thought passed through her mind, Gina uttered another muffled scream as
her body thrashed about in another uncontrolled orgasm.
Gina needed no further encouragement to come again and again. Her young body
was not used to this type of treatment. Once she started coming, she lost
control of it. Her body totally accepted the presence of the redhead's tongue
in her pussy.
Debbie twisted her mouth to one side. This was rather boring. She would
find it more interesting if Cindi or Jane was eating her, or if they were
spanking Gina, but just standing there watching her come-- that was boring.
"What is going on down there?" she asked Marlena, pointing where the four
women hung upside down. The captive on the left had her hair hanging down to
the ground. No doubt she now wore the leather collar of a slave girl. As she
spoke, the Amazons were busy lowering another captive to the ground.
"I know it seems hard to believe, but occasionally women come into this
camp thinking they can buy anything. Gina and her friends here are an example.
Those four down there are another. It does not happen very often but sometimes
it does. To have two groups come through the same day, now that is a truly rare
occurrence."
Debbie watched the scene in the distance without realizing what danger she
was in. Her position was no different than that of these new slave girls. The
only thing that saved her was that the Amazons had designs on her beauty
college. Why settle for one slave girl, when you could have any unlimited
supply?
She saw the second captive kneel at the feet of the Amazon. Debbie
imagined what it would be like. She would have to place her throat against the
leather collar as Andrea, Jane, and Cindi had done before them, and what Gina
would shortly do. Once the collar was in place, the Amazon would free her long
hair. Debbie smiled as the woman came to her feet, her long hair cascading over
her shoulders, boobs, and back. She shook herself to remind herself. She was
no a slave girl.
This latest acquisition to the Amazons' kennels was maneuvered around in
front of the first captive, still hanging by her feet with her legs spread far
apart. She knew the slave girl was licking her pussy, but there was no reaction
for several minutes. Suddenly she saw movement in the woman's long hair. She
had come at last. Her whole body was shaking. She wondered how many times they
would have her come before moving on to the next captive.
The Amazons pushed her along to the captive on the other side. This young
woman had her hair pinned up. As the slave girl started to eat her, her body
jerked furiously as she tired to escape. Nothing she did helped though. Her
body jerked when she came.
They dragged the newly-collared slave girl to the final woman. Like the
one next to her, her hair was still pinned up. She found vigorously against an
orgasm, but it all did no good. In a matter of minutes she came also.
When she was finished eating the others, they dragged her back to her place
in the line. Debbie saw them doing something to her head, but the distance was
too great to see the detail..She was certain they were reapplying some form of
gag, probably a ballgag. They then set the captive on the ground so they could
pull her feet into the air. Chains attached to leather cuffs were tightened,
drawing her up into the air.
It was now time for the third captive to submit. Debbie watched
fascinated, knowing there was nothing she could do to escape her fate.
"Let us move on. Gina is just dying to be able to beg for a slave collar."
Debbie turned to watch as they lowered the beautiful brunette to the
ground. She saw the way Gina's knees buckled that she was going no way without
assistance.
They secured the naked woman between the two slave girls, Cindi on the
right, Jane on the left. Amazons attached chain leashes to the two beautiful
slave girls. They attached the other end to the other leash, one passing in
front of Gina's throat, and the other behind her head. The circle made by the
chain was so small the captive could not draw her head from it. She was secured
as well as if she wore a slave collar.
Gina had to stand when they lowered her body to the ground. Her knees
buckled from her weight. Two Amazons held her up so she would not fall and hurt
herself.
"Take her back where you came from," Marlena said to the two naked slave
girls as she nodded toward the Amazons. Switches flicked against bare bottoms
as the two started forward at a trot. No blows landed on Gina's body, but the
beautiful brunette had to run nevertheless. She staggered along between Cindi
and Jane, down the grade, across the path, and up the grade at another spot
where the tent was.
"Come on," the Amazon leader said to Debbie. "We have treated her as a
slave girl so far. Now we will persuaded her to be one. In just a few minutes
she will be whimpering through that gag that she wants a collar more than
anything else in the world. If she begs enough, we just might accommodate her.
Marlena laughed at the joke she had just made. As though they would not keep
the brunette as a slave girl regardless of what she did.
"I will be along. There is something I want to see first."
While the Amazons, the slave girls and Gina moved toward the pavilion,
Debbie walked in a different direction. She headed toward the spot where the
Amazons were turning the four young women into slave girls. By the time she
arrived where they hung by their spread legs, all four wore slave collars, and
had welcomed each other into slavery with their tongues.
Debbie moved close to the naked body hanging nearest to her. The young
woman hung upside down with her feet spread far apart. She wore a gag that kept
most of her pleading muffled, but she continued to utter little moans. The tall
brunette decided this one, and probably the other three as well, deserved some
serious punishment.
She stepped about in front of the captive. The slave girl stared at her.
The gag kept her from saying anything coherent. She pleaded with her blue eyes
for Debbie to help her.
There were several red stripes on her bottom where they had used switches
on her. There were more markings on the thighs and hips. She discovered the
punishment had continued in front as there were marks on the young woman's chest
and titties. Her flat stomach bore several marks above and below the
bellybutton where the switches had fallen.
Debbie decided this woman had been punished quite a bit already.
She moved on to the second woman. She more the same markings as the first.
She said nothing, but just hung there with her eyes closed tightly as though she
was afraid they would punish her if she looked.
The other two looked at her as she passed in front of them. Neither made
any effort to struggle. They knew they were slave girls, the leather slave
collar about their slender necks confirmed that. They no longer had to think
about what to do. Their mistresses would do all the decision-making for them.
All they had to do was use their bodies to please.
The tall brunette was distracted by movement from the kennel beyond them.
Four slave girls emerged, escorted by one Amazon who carried a whip, but did not
use it.
Each of the four slave girls was dressed as a French Maid. The minidresses
were black satin. Debbie thought at first glance that they wore single gloves,
but as they neared she saw each had black satin, shoulder-length gloves with
their arms secured behind their backs. The aprons and trim were white lace.
Each had a little lace cap pinned to the top of her head.
The dresses were cut so low in front that bare titties stuck through. Each
wore black stockings, sheer except for the black seam up the back. Each wore
black patent leather high heels, spike heels that were fully fifteen centimeters
long.
Despite the lack of whipping, the slave girls moved quickly. They had to
remain close together as they were connected by chain leashes. One chain leash
linked the first pair together and another the rear pair. Another set of
leashes connected the front slave girl with the one behind her. Not one of them
to move in any direction other than what the other three were going without
being pulled off her feet.
"Stop! Kneel!"
No other orders had to be given. No threats had to be issued. No
punishments meted out. At the first command the four came to a halt. At the
second they fell to their knees, their head bowed forward so the ends of their
long hair touched the ground. Debbie knew she watched four well-trained,
extremely submissive slave girls at work.
The Amazon walked around behind them. Debbie saw that each carried in her
bound hands a wrapped package. Though somewhat large, they were not heavy. The
Amazon took all four from the slave girls, then dropped one behind each of the
hanging captives.
The other Amazons had not been idle during this time. They lowered the
captive on the end, the first Debbie had studied, to the ground. As her head
neared the ground, they grabbed her by the shoulders pull back so as her body
moved downwards, her bottom was below her head. Eventually her feet touched the
ground. They pulled her upright.
The next step was to secure the captive with her arms extended over her
head. The same leather cuffs that had held her ankles, not held her wrists.
They shortened the chain until the slave girl's extended toes were off the
ground.
By then the four French Maids had been freed of their bondage. Though they
were no longer bound, they were not free. Each wore the leather collar of a
slave girl, and had a bright red, rubber ballgag secured into her mouth. Lastly
she wore that outfit that would tell anyone at a distance what her role in life
was. If she tried to flee, she would be captured, punished, returned to her
owners, and no doubt punished again.
Two French Maids opened the package on the ground behind the captive.
Debbie saw that it contained things for her to wear, things that any slave girl
would be proud to have covering parts of her body.
They started with the sheer black stockings. One slave girl worked on each
leg, drawing the stockings up and smoothing them out.
The other two secured a pale blue, satin corset around her slender waist.
The two groups finished about the same time. The two slave girls working on the
legs adjusted the length of the straps so the tabs could hold the stockings up.
The other two laced the corset up the back.
Debbie smiled her approval at the corset. It certainly was sexy, and would
make any woman's body look better. It was curved in front so the light blue and
white lace trim framed her dark pubic hair and pussy. It was low-cut so her
large titties appeared to hang over it.
The Amazons handed a spreader bar to the French Maids. In seconds they had
the slave girl's legs spread far apart. The Amazons then lowered her to the
ground so she could stand, but only with her feet spread far apart.
Debbie started to turn to follow after Marlena, when she realized that they
were not done with that slave girl. One slave girl picked up a wooden device
from the ground behind her. As she moved around in front of the captive, the
tall brunette saw that the last six inches of it were a rather large dildo. In
the middle there was a large ring with metal threads that separated the device
into two sections.
The slave girl knelt before the captive to insert the didlo into the
newly-collar slave girl's pussy. Debbie moved back in that direction as she saw
the slave girl's eyes open wide. She made little moaning sounds as the French
Maid twisted the dildo back and forth to get it all the way up into her. The
kneeling slave loosened the ring, allowing the two pieces to move further apart.
She secured the lower end on a small pin rising from the spreader bar. When she
tightened the ring, the dildo was in the woman to stay.
Debbie smiled when she saw that the young slave's nipples had grown hard
and pointed at this action. She wondered if she enjoyed it. She hoped she did,
for knowing the Amazons, this slave girl would have much opportunity to have the
real thing in her.
With this done, the Amazon removed the chains attached to the slave girl's
collar. She was going nowhere with that spreader bar and dildo in place.
The other Amazons had not been idle while this went on. They lowered the
second slave girl and turned her around so she hung by her wrists by the time
the first two French Maids were ready for her.
The remaining two finished working on the first slave girl. An Amazon
freed her hands. Knowing she could not flee, she stood there passively while
they pulled shoulder length pale blue satin gloves up her arms. When they were
done, the Amazon stepped forward, pushing them aside with her body. She drew
the slave girl's right arm behind her back so she could fastened one end of a
set of handcuffs to it. The captive already had her left hand back so it was
easy to finish the job.
A master or mistress designed this type of corset to be worn by slave
girls. In the back, above waist level, there was a metal ring sewed into the
material. The Amazon pulled the handcuffs up so she could lock them to the
ring.
The slave girl was helpless again. She could struggle if she wanted to,
but she could not get free. She could not flee. Neither could she do anything
to protect herself. Her bare ass and titties were unprotected.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 13
Debbie glanced back one last time at the four slave girls. The second had
been turned right-side up so she stood on the ground on their high heels. An
Amazon squatted before her to insert the dildo. They had just lowered the third
slave girl to the ground. The fourth still hung by her ankles upside-down. Her
turn would come soon.
The tall brunette turned to go follow the path she had taken to get there,
but decided she could reach the pavilion faster is she just cut across the
ground. (The trails were there for the benefit of the slave girls. The Amazons
knew it was hard for a woman to move across an uneven surface with spike high
heels on.)
The Amazons had not waited for their new partner to arrive. They had the
two naked slave girls take their captive to a corner where they had a special
punishment device they used on occasion to force women to beg to be turned into
slave girls, or just to enjoy themselves they tormenting a woman who already was
a slave girl..
The device was only half a meter high and so a woman had no trouble
kneeling on it. The Amazons pushed Cindi and Jane forward so they dragged the
beautiful brunette along. Jane moved on the left side of the device while Cindi
was on the right. Gina had to get up on the device.
The device had four wood boards about twenty-five centimeters wide and
overall about three meters long. The four pieces came together to form a large
letter "X." When the beautiful brunette knelt near the point where the four
pieces came together, they pulled one foot out several centimeters so they could
fasten it to the device. One strap went across the ankle of each leg, another
across the upper calf immediately behind the knee.
The Amazons removed the chain leashes connecting the two slave girls with
the brunette. An Amazon snapped her fingers and then pointed toward the ground.
Each slave girl knew what to do. Each fell to her knees with her head bowed.
Now they had the naked captive secured so she could not escape. While one
Amazon cut the ropes holding her hands behind her back, two others held onto her
arms. As the ropes fell off, they pulled her forward so she was on all fours.
Her elbows rested on the part close to her knees. One leather strap went across
each forearm near the elbow, and another across each wrist.
This left Gina on all fours with her bare bottom raised in the air. Her
large tits dangled down as far as they could.
Debbie arrived as they were bringing Cindi and Jane to their feet using
chain leashes attached to the rings on the front of their collars.
"Oh, you are here. We thought you might miss the festivities. These two
have been such good little slave girls that we thought they deserved a treat."
Neither of the beautiful slave girls knew what the Amazon leader was
talking about, but each was certain she was not like it. They were beyond the
point of caring. All that concerned them was that they not be punished again.
They move through a rear entrance. After walking a few meters, they
entered a small building. Three doors down the hallway they moved into a small
room.
"Jane, kneel."
The beautiful brunette slowly lowered her right knee to the floor, then
brought her left down to join it. She bowed her head so the end of her long
hair touched the floor. She was rapidly becoming a most obedient slave girl.
One Amazon removed the blonde's bonds. She and another Amazon then pulled
her over to the device so she had to lay on it on her back. The first thing
they did was pulled her hands down toward the floor so they could secure here
there. A small ring was screwed into the base near the floor. At the end of a
short chain there was a steel cuff. They secured each wrist in a cuff. When
they let go, the blue-eyed blonde was once again a helpless prisoner.
They proceeded to strap her down to the device. One black leather strap
went across her upper chest near her neck. Another went across just below her
large boobs. A third went across her flat stomach, but the Amazon's purposely
left it loose. These straps left her secured to the device so she could not
move from that position.
A couple of steps to the side brought the Amazons down to her knees where
they wrapped a leather cuff about each thigh just above the knee. A metal ring
adorned each cuff. To each they attached a chain that they ran back toward
Cindi's head. As they pulled on the chains, the blonde's knees came back toward
her head and spread apart. The loose strap about her tummy became taut as her
lower body was raised in the air so her exposed pussy was the most noticeable
thing about her. When they secured the ends of the chains to the device under
her head, the captive's pussy was exposed and unprotected.
"Since you have been the good little slave girl, Jane, I am going to let
you get on top."
Using the leash, Marlena brought the beautiful brunette to her feet. They
lifted the naked slave girl in the air and set her down so she straddled Cindi's
face with her pussy pressed against the blonde's face. They loosely wrapped two
leather straps across her body, one at the upper back and the other at the
lower, insuring that her arms were on top the straps. This gave them the
ability to adjust the slave's position on the blonde. By pulling and pushing,
they had her pussy immediately above Cindi's nose.
They checked the other end before proceeding. By lowering her head, Jane's
nose would be in the blonde's pussy. The positioning was perfect. They pulled
those last two strap taut, securing the two naked women with their bodies
pressed tightly together.
Jane knew what they expected her to do even before they removed the ball
gag from her mouth. No commands were given. Instead, a hand on the back of her
head pushed her face into Cindi's pussy. Almost instantly, the blonde began to
thrash about as she approached an orgasm. Jane could not believe her friend
could come so quickly.
At the same time, they had removed the gag from Cindi's mouth. A wedge
slid under her head raised her face so her mouth was against the brunette's
pussy. She extended her tongue and soon had Jane squirming about on top her.
"You are going to like this," Marlena mumbled to Debbie as one Amazon freed
Jane's wrist. They brought her arms around the blonde's body before securing
them in place with ropes about the wrists. The Amazon then move toward Cindi's
head so they could free her hands and secure her in a similar position so she
clutched Jane's lower back.
Marlena motioned Debbie toward the entrance.
"Clever, is it not? They are clinging to each other bodies as though they
were lovers on a first date. We call this 'The Lovers' Embrace.' If we kept
this going on long enough, the mere sight of the other's body will be enough to
get the little slave girl aroused."
Marlena fairly laughed as she whispered this. Debbie knew she did not want
the slave girls to hear this. However degrading they thought this, soon they
would come to love it. If they overheard what they were being trained to do,
they might resist.
"Sometimes we will keep slave girls together like that for weeks. Let them
walk around a little, eat, go to the bathroom, then back into the 'Embrace.'
Then we tie them tightly so they cannot move and force them to watch their lover
making love to several other women, slave girls and freedom. You should hear
the howls of protest through their gags."
Debbie looked back at the two naked slave girls as she heard a collective
moan come from them.
"Come on. I think I can hear Gina's body screaming for a slave collar."
Gina remained where they had left her. In this most undignified position,
her bare bottom was the highest part of her body unless she raised her head far
into the air. Her bare bottom though was the least of her worries. The bondage
forced her to kneel with her legs spread, and the Amazons were quick to remind
her of that. One stood behind her with a long switch that she kept between the
brunette's legs, letting it rub through her pussy. The expectation of a blow on
her pussy lips was there, but the Amazon did not do more than prod them.
Gina stared at the straps across her wrists and lower arms as she wondered
how she could escape. Certainly there were several Amazons in that area who
would try to stop her, but she was certain that if she could resist, she could
overcome them. First she had to get her arms free.
She pulled against the straps. The ends disappeared out of sight under the
boards. She pulled again and again, hoping that some bolt or nail or something
would be loose and would come out. All she accomplished though was to have the
leather straps dig into her flesh. The strap across her wrist kept her from
pulling her had out while that one and the one across her lower arm kept her
from pulling up.
"Having fun, Gina?"
She had not heard them coming. Marlena and somebody else stood by her
head. She twisted her head to the right and raised it as far as she could, but
could only see to Marlena's waist.
"Jack her up so we can watch the show."
An Amazon stepped on a foot pedal next to the device. With each push down,
the platform upon which Gina kenlt rose half a centimeter in the air. Each
centimeter brought her pussy and tits closer to a level a mistress could easily
reach.
The Amazon stopped when the device was a meter above the ground. Marlena
extended her right hand to fondle the brunette's left tittie. It was at the
perfect height for what she wanted.
The Amazon leader stepped aside as another woman approached. With her left
hand she pushed the captive's head back so she could not move it about. This
enabled her to thread a thin metal rod through the hole in the rubber ball in
her mouth. A long wire was attached to the end of the rod. When she had it
through so she could pull the wire, she let go of Gina's head. With both hands
free, she had no trouble snapping the wire into pieces near the rod. She
continued to pull the wire until the section on Gina's left was equal to the one
on her right. She then stepped around beside the naked captive so she could
pull the ends toward her bottom. When she was ready she signaled Marlena with a
slight nod. The Amazon grabbed Gina's head with both hands to have a good grip.
She jerked it up so the beautiful brunette had to stare straight ahead. The
other Amazon quickly crossed the ends behind Gina's head. Each end then passed
around her throat and back up to the nape. With a pair of pliers she twisted
the wires together.
As soon as Marlena let go, Gina tried to lower her head but discovered she
could not without choking herself. With every tug downwards, the wire dug into
her throat. She could do nothing but stare ahead of her. The Amazons had
deprived her of the ability to move her head.
"Do you see, Debbie, how we had take away every little bit of freedom she
has. She is a free woman, at least for the moment, but there are slave girls
around here with more freedom than she has." She reached under the brunette's
body to get at her right tit. "We can enjoy her body, and there is nothing she
can do about it."
Debbie wondered what the delay was. She could not understand why the
Amazons simply did not start flogging her bare bottom until she begged to be
turned into a slave girl.
Slowly Marlena circled the naked, kneeling captive, letting her right hand
run across the flesh. Down the right side and then across the raised bottom.
Moving to Gina's left, she reached back between the woman's legs to grab a
handful of pubic hair. "Mmmfff!" Gina cried through the gag when she jerked it
suddenly.
Marlena then brought her hand out, letting it slide across the soft flesh
of Gina's upper thighs. She turned her hand so the palm was up. She explored
the brunette's navel with her index finger before moving on to the dangling
mound on that side.
"Gina, Gina, Gina. You have such a wonderful body. And to think you have
been wasting it all these years as a free woman. You are much better suited to
be a slave girl. Don't you agree?!
The captive's reply was a muffled grunt of displease. The switch played
against her bottom without warning. The captive had been so interested in what
Marlena did to her that she did not notice another Amazon had taken a position
near her feet where she would have instant access to her bottom.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" The naked beauty jerked her body, discovering that she
could not move her head.
"Now, I am going to ask you again. Grunt twice if you think you should be
a slave girl."
The seconds passed slowly. Debbie stepped back so she would have a better
view of Gina's punishment. It was obvious that she was not going to agree, at
least no yet.
Crack! "Mmmmmffffftttt!!"
The first blow had left a red mark across her left bottomcheek near the
hip. The second landed right in the middle of the right cheek.
"I am going to ask you again. Do you think you should be a slave girl?"
Crack! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Gina thrashed around in her bondage as best she could. She could not alter
her position to make it impossible for her tormenters to pick any spot they
wanted to punish. She grunted and moaned, but it was to no avail.
"Do you think you should be a slave girl?"
Crack!
"Not even a refusal. Go ahead and give her ten more."
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Gina's bottom was a mass of red marks from teh blows, but Debbie could see
a lot of white space yet to be touched. She wondered how many swats to the
fanny the brunette would have to have before she succumbed.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Marlena reached beneath the captive to get at her right tit again. Gently
she massaged the nipple until it became hard and pointed in her hand.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The Amazon smiled as she stopped. Debbie thought at first she had
miscounted, but then realized she was merely delaying the final blow. Gina
would know she had one more swat coming. The suspense would be worse than the
actual punishment.
Crack!
Marlena let go of the supple mound to move around in front of the captive
again.
"Well, Gina, what do you say? Do you want to be a slave girl?"
The naked woman stared back.
"Oh, good. I was afraid you would give in too quickly." She straightened
and looked at Debbie. "Would you like to give her the next ten?"
When Debbie was finished, an Amazon stepped up to take her place. The tall
brunette had administered ten swats straight across both cheeks. The Amazon
stood behind Gina so she could stick the switch between her legs. Quickly she
flicked it back and forth so it struck the captive's inner thighs midway between
her knees and her pussy. She continued until her wrist grew tired, then she
stepped back.
Another Amazon stepped forward. She was on the brunette's right. Her
target was the captive's stomach. She delivered ten quick blows upward with a
switch against the soft flesh between the rib cage and her pelvic bone.
Debbie realized almost immediately, that though Gina's titties were a
tempting target, the Amazons ignored them She wondered what new torment they had
in store for those supple mounds.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmgggggghhhhhh!"
The Amazons ignored their captive's plaintive pleas. Debbie was certain
she wanted to beg to be a slave girl, but they were in no hurry to finish her
subjugation. Watching a beauty, haughty woman like Gina beg to be a slave girl
was always so much fun.
They always returned to her round bottom, but used the switches frequently
on the other parts of her body. Perhaps one Amazon would deliver ten strokes to
the back of the right knee. The next might do the same to the bottom of the
left upper arm. Ten blows across the bottomcheeks, then ten more on her lower
back.
In an amazingly short period of time, they had Gina's body covered with red
marks from the blows, all her body that is, except her titties.
With a nod from Marlena, the Amazons started using paddles. The first
were small, a small wooden circle about fifteen centimeters in diameter with a
small wooden paddle. One Amazon stood by each hip. Watching each other to
judge the timing, one brought the paddle down hard on the brunette's left
bottomcheek. As she drew the paddle back, the other delivered a similar blow to
Gina's right check. As she drew the paddle back, the first struck again.
After about twenty-five blows from each woman, Marlena stepped forward with
a leather paddle. She struck the naked beauty across the bottom with it a dozen
times. As she stepped back, the two started to work again with their small,
wooden paddle. When they finished, the Amazon leader was ready with a large
wood paddle. She delivered ten deliberate blows across both cheeks.
"Well, Gina, how would you like to have one hundred whacks to each tittie?"
To add emphasis to the statement, Marlena grabbed the right dangling mound and
squeezed it tightly.
"Mmfft! Mffftt! Mmmffftt! Mmmmmffffttt!"
"What is she trying to say?"
"I think she is begging to be turned into a slave girl. Is that right,
Gina? Grunt twice if that is what you want."
Afraid that the Amazons would change their minds if she hesitated, she gave
a quick reply.
"Mfft! Mfft!"
"I do not know. Maybe you need those extra swats."
"Mfft! Mfft!"
Marlena smiled. Gina's fate was sealed.
They removed the straps that held the beautiful brunette's arms against the
device. She was given no chance at freedom as an Amazon immediately pulled each
arm behind her. She made no effort to struggle. A third added a pair of
handcuffs to her wrists. In seconds, the beautiful brunette knelt at Marlena's
feet.
The Amazon leader held a leather slave collar down between her knees. Gina
stared at it, her eyes wide with fright.
"You can either put your throat right here and become a slave girl, or we
can tie you on your back so we can start whipping those nice, big titties of
yours."
There was not much room for a decision since Marlena phrased it that way.
The naked woman crawled forward, bending her upper body down as she did. When
her throat touched the leather strap, Marlena brought both ends up behind her
head to buckle them together. She pulled the pins out, so Gina's long dark hair
hung down freely as was befitting a slave.
Gina was now a slave girl. She was totally at their mercy, and they would
have none. She would have to use her body to please them, or they would punish
her most severely.
Marlena removed her crotch strap.
"Thank me for tuning you into a slave girl. Use your nose."
Gina had to crawl forward a few more centimeters to do that. Slowly she
lowered her head again until her face was in the Amazon's crotch. She moved
forward to place her nose in the woman's pussy, then started moving her head up
and down.
While she did that, the Amazon fumbled around behind her head to unbuckle
the strap holding the rubber ball in her mouth. Once it was undone, she pushed
Gina's head back with one hand while her other pulled the rubber ball free. The
kneeling captive needed no orders. When the Amazon placed her hands on the back
of her head to press her mouth against her pussy, she began to probe it with her
tongue.
Marlena came once before she pushed the captive's head back so she could
reinsert the ballgag. She pushed her head down to make it easier to get the
ends buckled together. Since Gina would not be wearing the gag very long, she
fastened it over her long hair.
The Amazon patted her thighs. "I want your body right here. Come to your
feet, curtsey, and stepped over here."
"Mfft. Mfft." Gina shook her head excitedly. She knew the Amazon wanted
to spank her. Marlena ended all resistance simply by bending forward to grab
the beautiful brunette's tit with her left hand. Gina bounded to her feet. She
did not want her titties beaten by the Amazons as they had the rest of her body.
When she took one step forward, Marlena grabbed her by the left arm to pull
her across her lap. In a matter of seconds the beautiful brunette found herself
spread over the mistress's thighs so the highest part of her body was her
bottom.
The Amazon leader was still in no hurry to renew Gina's punishment. She
grabbed the brunette's right bottomcheek and squeezed it tightly between her
fingers.
"Mmmmmfffftttt!!"
Gina's long wail indicated that her bottom was still sore from the beating
they had given her. The Amazon changed her grip from one cheek to the
other. This time the naked captive remained silent though she flinched at the
pain.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Gina tired to take spanking stoically but after a couple dozen slaps, she
issued a mournful cry through her gag and began kicking wildly. Marlena laughed
as she continued to swing her hand down against the soft flesh. Gina responded
by struggling even more.
The Amazons howled in laughter at the sight of this beautiful woman
thrashing about in her bondage. She had the makings of a good little slave
girl.
When Marlena was done, she pushed the captive to the floor at her feet.
"Come here and thank me for punishing you."
The naked brunette lay on her side. Slowly she came to her knees with her
head between the Amazon's knees. She knew what the woman wanted her to do. The
dominant woman had spanked her. Now she was expected to thank her for the
punishment by licking her pussy. There was nothing she could do. She had to
obey. If she refused, they would merely hoist her into the air so they could
spank her again. She was a slave girl. She existed solely to please others.
She crawled to her knees so her head was between the Amazon's knees.
Marlena leaned forward to unbuckle the strap about her head. Once the rubber
ball was free, the beautiful brunette leaned forward to press her mouth against
the other woman's pussy. It did not take her long to make the Amazon leader
come.
Grabbing Gina by her long hair with her right hand, Marlena pulled the
slave girl's head back. Her left shoved the rubber ball into her mouth. Her
right then pushed the captive's head down to make it easier to buckle the ends
of the strap together. While she did that, she gripped the beauty's head
between her calves.
"Now, this is what I want you to do....."
The beautiful brunette came to her feet, curtseyed, and walked the few
steps where another Amazon sat. She curtseyed before laying herself across the
woman's lap for another spanking.
Debbie realized that this might take some time. Apparently the Amazons did not
like this new slave girl, so they were determined to make her introduction in
slavery as hard on her as possible. Each one of them might want to have to
pleasure of spanking her, and in turn be eaten by her.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 14
Debbie returned to the area where Jane and Cindi were locked in the lovers'
embrace. As she grew near, she heard a rather loud moan from one of the two as
one of the naked slave girls achieved a rather massive orgasm. The tall
brunette could not tell who it was as neither moved her face out of the others's
pussy when she came. If anything, each pressed her face in tighter into the
other woman's crotch. The only outlet for an orgasm was to lick harder, faster,
and deeper.
The single guard glanced at Debbie, then back at the two slave girls.
Debbie could tell that she was wishing she could trade places with one of them.
"I wonder if she prefers blondes or brunettes?" she said to herself.
The thought of an Amazon tied up naked on one of those devices caused her
to smile. She wondered what it would be like to force an Amazon to beg for a
slave collar, then lick away on any slave girl you paraded in front of her.
"I will keep an eye on them if you want to have a go at Gina."
"You will? As long as they are doing this, leave them alone. If they
stop, well, you know what switches are for. It is getting late. It will not be
long before Marlena wants them dressed to take them into town."
Debbie waited until the Amazon had left before selecting a switch from the
extensive collection the Amazons had on display. Slowly she rubbed it across
Jane's bare back, and then the back of Cindi's thighs. The two responded by
licking even harder. Neither wanted to be punished again. Debbie had to admit
that the Amazons' way of forcing women to submit was most effective.
As the Amazon guard had said, it was not long before the Amazons came for
the two. As the tall beauty watched, they removed the ropes forcing Jane to
hold rightly to the blonde's body. Immediately two mistresses pulled her arms
behind her back so they could secure them there with handcuffs.
While that occurred, another pair of Amazons went to work on Cindi's hands.
They pulled them down to secure them to the cuff on the sides of the device
below her body. They left her legs spread with her knees back to her chest.
One of the Amazon's who had freed Jane's hands, pulled the brunette's head
up with her right hand while her left shoved a bright red, rubber ballgag into
her mouth. The beautiful brunette knelt on the floor with her head bowed while
an Amazon standing behind her buckled the ends of the strap together beneath her
long hair. Having the strap tightened while her head was in that direction
caused the strap to pull the rubber ball deeper into her mouth when she raised
her head.
They dragged her a short distance to the left of the door way where a set
of chains hung down from pulleys attached to beams overhead.
The cuffs came off. They raised the beautiful brunette's arms over her
head where they attached a leather cuff to each wrist. There was no need to
lock them as they knew their captive would not be able to get free. A large
metal ring dangled down from each cuff at the back of Jane's hand. They put the
rings over hooks at the end of the chains. Two Amazons were ready to turn the
cranks to raise the chain. Slowly Jane was dragged off her feet.
They turned their attention to Cindi. While Debbie watched them pull Jane
upright, another Amazon was busy shoving a rubber ball into the blonde's mouth.
She remained strapped down to the device until they were ready for her. They
removed the straps holding her knees spread. Next they removed the straps
holding her body to the device. Once free, they dragged her over so she faced
the brunette, then she too was hoisted in the air.
Debbie had been so intent on watching what they did to Cindi that she did
not see the bevy of French Maids arrive. They knelt on the floor before the
naked slave girl with their heads on the ground and their bottoms in the air.
This raised their arms so a mistress could easily reach the handcuffs keeping
them prisoner. An Amazon passed along behind them to free their hands. Once
the cuffs were removed from their wrists, they began dressing the helpless slave
girl.
More slave girls dressed as French Maids arrived. Debbie admired their
legs as the paraded past her on their way to Cindi.
The two slave girls were dressed in similar fashion, though the color
scheme was different. Each wore a corset. Jane's was bright red with black
lace trim while Cindi's was shiny black with red lace trim. Each wore sheer
black stockings and high heeled sandals that matched the corsets they wore.
When they were finished with Jane, the French Maids who had been dressing her
knelt on the ground before her, heads forward so the ends of their long hair
touched the ground. They held their hands behind their backs so their
mistresses could secure them again when they wanted to.
Right now the Amazons were interested in Jane. They lowered her toward the
ground so she could stand upright. One Amazon removed each cuff. Up each arm
they drew a black satin shoulder-length glove. When finished they then drew her
arms behind her back. When they stepped back, the brunette's arms remained
behind her.
While this was going on, another Amazon was occupied attaching a chain
leash to her slave collar.
The other two went to work on the French Maids, imprisoning each pair of wrists
in bands of steel so escape was impossible.
When Debbie looked in the other direction, she saw the Amazon attaching a
chain leash to the blonde's collar. With a simple tug, the blonde started
forward.
As she passed, Debbie saw how they had secured Cindi. It looked like a
regular pair of handcuffs, but there was a difference. She saw that the captive
had to hold her hands in back at waist-level. She soon saw why. The center of
the three links connecting the two cuffs was locked to a metal ring sewn in the
back of the corset.
Debbie had to laugh. The blonde was a prisoner of her own attire.
Though it was common to chain slave girls in single file, the leash of one
attached to the ring of the back of the collar of the other, in this case one
Amazon held each leash. The slave girls trotted along behind their mistresses.
Debbie had to smile as she watched their feet. They were so unused to
walking in spike high heels, much less run in them. She suspected that in a few
days they would be quite used to them. There were few things more graceful than
the elegant sway of a slave girl's bottom as she hobbled about on spike high
heels.
By the time the small party arrived at the place where the tall brunette
had left Gina, they had the beautiful slave girl dressed and were busy putting
the handcuffs on her. Like the others, she wore a corset. Hers was silver
metallic as were her gloves and high heels.
They led the two slave girls over beside Gina, one on her right, the other
on her left. Amazons removed the leashes only to replace them with short tether
chains. One end was attached to a ring on the side of the collar. The other
was attached to a ring on the side of Gina's collar.
Debbie smiled. The Amazons would used them to led her around.
"You have a thing for corsets," she said, indicating by the lack of
reflection in her voice that she did not expect a reply.
"Yes. The slave girl appears to be dressed, but all the best parts are
still exposed."
Debbie saw that what Marlena said was true. The corset surrounded the
waist but left the tits and pussy exposed. If anything, they drew attention to
them.
"Kneel."
All three slave girls dropped to their knees about the same time. One
Amazon standing behind them unbuckled the strap holding the rubber ball in
Gina's mouth. Once it was loose, she grabbed a handful of the woman's hair to
pull her head back. The Amazon who had ordered them to kneel pulled the rubber
ball from her mouth. With her head in that position, she could not close her
mouth. Dropping the ballgag on the ground, the Amazon produced a pair of
rubber chocks. One went between the brunette's teeth on the right and left in
back. She could not close her mouth.
The Amazon used a rubber drain stopper to seal the slave girl's mouth.
They had cut a spiral in the outer side so it looked like a rubber screw. The
Amazon inserted it between the brunette's
front teeth. Holding it by the little metal ring, she twisted it to the right,
screwing it in between the captive's teeth so it would not come out without
being unscrewed. The wearer could push against it with her tongue as long as
she could, and it would not come out.
It also suggested that the slave's mouth was nothing more than a drain.
This was another thing to remind the captive that she existed only to please
others.
"That will begin to hurt you in a while, Gina, so I suggest you hurry.
Everyone, on your feet."
The three slave girls staggered back to their feet. The two on the outside
were happy they were not the recipients of that plug. Each resolved to be a
good little slave girl to keep the Amazons from punishing her further.
Using switches, the Amazons guided the three naked captives down the hill
toward the road to town. Debbie followed, wondering if they intended on taking
them into town as they were. (She suspected that was not the case because of
Gina's special gag. She thought Marlena had some new torment in mind for the
beautiful brunette.)
The three slave girls crossed the road leading to the town. On the other
side there were a number of tents and buildings that housed other slavers. They
Amazons guided their captives to a central area where several paths intersected.
This was a staging area of sorts. A slaver could prepare his or her slave
girls there either for movement into the town, and movement to another town. A
gravel road led up to the area where the wagons could be brought.
The area also allowed slavers to show off their merchandise. All slavers
were rivals when it came to deciding who had the most attractive slave girls. A
slaver who had a girl he thought particularly beautiful or sexy could be placed
there, either tied to a pole, spreadeagled or secured in stocks.
This area could also be used to display merchandise a slaver might want to
sell. Perhaps he or she had an overabundance of blondes. Too many blondes at
one time could drive the market value down. Rather than take a loose, a slaver
could display the merchandise. Perhaps someone had a private buyer, or had room
for another slave girl or two in a wagon for transport to another town.
"Stop."
As soon as the three halted, Marlena removed the chains that connected
Jane and Cindi to Gina.
"Kneel over there," she said as she attached a leash to Gina's collar. The
other was meant for the other two. They rushed over there to kneel facing a
pillory.
Unlike most pillories that forced the slave girl to bend over, this one
forced her to kneel with her head in the air. It would allow prospective buyers
to check out the merchandise. It was to this device that Marlena led the
brunette captive.
"Kneel."
Gina fell to her knees before the device on the wood platform upon which it
rested. She glanced to one side, then the other as two Amazons unlocked the
ends of the cross piece. They lifted it in the air, revealing the three grooves
in the board attached to the vertical supports.
First though, they secured her ankles in a set of stocks attached to the
platform. The Amazons gave their beautiful captive no orders. They simply
pulled her legs apart until an ankle fell into the grooves. When they attached
the upper part, they had Gina's feet imprisoned in circles of wood.
The glanced back as the Amazon leader removed her handcuffs.
"Put your head in the center groove, and your wrists in the other two."
Gina leaned forward a few centimeters until she could place her throat
against the large center groove. She looked to the left. That wrist was very
close to the groove on that side. She moved it a couple of centimeters towards
her head to allow it to slide into the groove. A look to the right. That wrist
was too close. She had to move it several centimeters away from her.
As soon as the second wrist was in position, the two Amazons brought the
board down on the back of her neck and wrists. There were three grooves cut
into this board also, causing the two boards to form a circle. While they
locked both ends, the beautiful brunette tugged dwon slightly on her left hand.
The circle of wood was far too small to allow her hand to go through. She was a
helpless prisoner again.
"Move your knees as far apart as you can."
Gina tried to, but could not. The Amazon grabbed her right nipple and
squeezed hard. "I said move."
"Mmmmfffff."
She could not move at all. Her chin rested on a slight groove cut in the
front board. She could not move her head at all in any direction. Gina could
move no part of her body except her hands.
The Amazons were not finished with her. Marlena stepped in front of her to
show her the dildo.
"In case you want to struggle, I think you will find this position very
stimulating."
The dildo was on the end of a rod attached to a jack. The Amazon
maneuvered it into position directly under the beautiful brunette before pushing
down on the handle a few times. The end of the dildo rose half a centimeter a
time until it touched Gina's pussy.
Gina responded as the Amazon knew she would. Her nipples became hard and
pointed. She was enjoying herself despite her wishes. The Amazon stepped back.
Realizing that the woman did not intend on inserting it in her, the slave girl
uttered a mournful grunt through the gag.
"Mmmmmfffffftt!
"Do you want me to jack it into you all the way? If you did, blink twice."
Gina closed her eyes once, then a second time.
The Amazon approached again. The captive beauty tried to look down to see
what her mistress was going to do, but her bondage was too secure. She could
see nothing two or three meters in front of the pillory.
She heard the sound of metal on metal as Marlena stepped down on the lever.
The dildo rose half a centimeter into her.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
"I think she likes it," Marlena said to the others. Gina heard them laugh
but did not care.
The Amazon stepped down again, driving the tip of the dildo further into
her slave girl. She continued to push until the device had completely
disappeared into the brunette's pussy.
Gina tried to pull her hands out of the pillory, but discovered she could
not. She heard people moving but did not see them. By the sounds she knew they
were taking Jane and Cindi away. Turning her eyes to the left, then the right,
she wondered if Marlena intended to simply leave her there, or if she had
something new.
"So what is this surprise you mention?"
It was a man's voice, one she did not recognize. She tried to turn her head
to see, but could not. He placed his right hand on her forward as though he was
going to push her head back so she had to look up at him. Since she could not
move her head at all, he did it merely to get and keep her attention.
"Remember a couple of months ago at the Spring Bazaar Reception, there was
one particularly beautiful young woman who called you an amoral, spineless
slaver? Here she is."
Ginae did not recognize him. That did not surprise her, there were always
so many young men after her. She could not remember them all.
"How much for her?"
"Oh, she is not for sale. Before we take her into town, I thought I would
give you the chance to sample her charms. Her pussy is filled as you can see,
but that gag is easily removed. We are going into town in about forty-five
minutes. Until then, you can enjoy her. If you lose interest, have your
friends have a go at her. If she does not do a good job, just this switch on
her titties. You probably noticed that we ignored them. We want her to be very
enthusiastic when it come to pleasing you. Forty-five minutes."
His name was Canjac and his story was much darker than what Marlena
suspected. She only knew he was a minor slaver in town. His operation never
compared with that of the Amazons. She know it did not harm to generate
goodwill. She never knew when she might need a favor.
The slaver grabbed the nipple of the brunette's left tit. He found it hard
already. Gently he rolled it back and forward between two fingers.
"Though I am tempted to whip these titties of yours, I guess I should give
you the chance to persuade me not to."
Canjac quickly had his cock out. He grabbed the ring on the gag. With a
quick twist to the left it popped out of her mouth.
"Enjoy," he said as he thrust his cock into her mouth. "Knowing what the
Amazons are looking for, I do not think you will get any more of this."
In his right hand, he held the switch. He did not have to see to direct it
down against her titties.
He did not struck them, but let the end of the switch rub across them as an
unspoken warning to the slave girl.
With her mouth held open, there was no way Gina could resist. She knew the
man could beat her tits for whatever reason he wanted. She had to do the most
she could to keep him happy. Her lips were of no use, but her tongue could
still move. As he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, she rubbed her
tongue against the bottom of it to try to make him come. The more she used her
tongue, the harder and faster he thrust his hips against her face.
She became aware that there were two cocks in her, one in her mouth, and an
artificial one in her pussy. She tried to moved her body to generate pleasure
from the dildo, but she was bound too tightly. All she could do was kneel there
and try to please.
As Marlena and Debbie walked back toward the Amazon camp, an Amazon passed
through the gates of the town. When she saw the Amazon leader, she picked up
the pace so she caught up with them before they went far. She said nothing but
handed her a piece of paper.
Marlena glanced down at it as she walked along.
"So far all you have proven is that you can select a single female and
deliver her to us. I want to see how much you have this planned out."
"What do you mean?"
"This is Mia .Mendelsohn I had her do some checking this to see if it would
be worthwhile cooperating with you."
Debbie glanced at the Amazon, thinking she might be some sort of enemy.
She was a little bit less than average height so the top of her head came only
to Debbie's chin. She wondered what it would be like to tie this dark-haired
beauty across a spanking bar and paddle her bottom.
"It would be."
"We know, but we had to check. Mia went through our files of women of
interest and came up with a few we are interested in."
She passed the paper to the tall brunette.
"This is the name of one of the co-eds in your college. Let us see if you
can cover the disappearance when we are the ones who choose the girl."
Debbie glanced at the name. She did not recognize it, but that meant
nothing. Her beauty college was the largest and best-known for several hundred
kilometers in any direction. She had hundreds of students.
"Okay. I will send her over tomorrow. What excuse?"
Marlena smiled a little.
"Tell her you have chosen her to model a new line of clothing."
"And that would be?"
"Slave girl outfits."
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 15
"My plan is working perfectly," Paulette Peters thought. Okay, she had
spent several hours bent over so any man who happened by could use her body.
She lost track of the number of orgasms she had, and had gained a new
appreciation for making Ronor happy. Once she was able to use her feminine
wiles on him, he would surely want to marry her instead of that slut Shelley.
The beautiful brunette moaned through the gag filling her mouth. Though
her legs and back ached from the bent-over position she had been in for hours,
the moan came from the disappointment of being freed from that position. The
effect of being bound naked, so any man could use her body who wanted to, was
something she had never before imagined. She wanted more of the attention that
position generated. She could not believe any man could pass her by.
Shelley's attempt to keep her from seeing Ronor would fail. She would be
delivered to him as a slave girl, right under the guards' noses. He would take
one look at her and decide he wanted to marry her instead of Shelley.
The buxom brunette smiled through the gag wedged between her teeth.
Perhaps, after they were married, she might even pretend to be a slave girl so
he could use her any way he wished. She felt her nipples grow hard as she
thought of herself bent over, legs spread, strategically placed ropes keeping
her immobile. Ronor would enjoy it. So would she.
The same the mistress who had kept her a prisoner since Janice left took
Paulette back to an alcove. There she bound the young woman spreadeagle to clean
her up. The mistress turned a crank that lengthened a chain. A wooden bar
attached to the end of that chain descended from the ceiling. A leather cuff
was attached to each end by a single link of chain. The woman freed Paulette's
hands, but immediately pulled the right over to one end of the bar. The leather
cuff went about the wrist. The left hand went into the other leather cuff.
As the mistress moved across the room, Paulette turned her head a little to
the right to watch. When the woman turned the crank in the opposite direction,
the chain shortened. The bar rose toward the ceiling, drawing her arms into the
air. The woman stopped turning when the lovely captive's hands were above her
head where she could not use them to protect her body.
She returned to fasten a spreader bar between Paulette's legs. The captive
already stood with her feet apart, so it took the woman only a minute to fasten
one leather cuff about each ankle.
The bar was now between her legs so she could not pull them together.
The mistress smiled at her before returning to the crank. She shortened
the chain again by turning the crank around in a circle four more times. The bar
rose toward the ceiling, drawing the buxom captive with it. The woman stopped
when Paulette's feet were several centimeters off the floor.
With her legs bound far apart, Paulette was helpless with every intimate
part of her body available to anyone who happened by. The beautiful brunette
felt the mistresses hands on her body, and wanted desperately to make love to
the woman. The leather collar locked about her neck proclaimed to all that she
was only a slave girl. To whom she made love would not be her choice. The
brunette's mouth became dry was she thought of herself helpless in Ronor's arms.
Paulette did not realize it, but she began to think of herself as a slave
girl. What she wanted did not matter. Men and free women would decide what she
did.
Tears ran down her cheeks as she realized just how vulnerable she was.
Then she remembered Ronor. They would take her out in public bound as a slave
girl, but they would deliver her to Ronor. One look at her and his heart would
be hers.
Paulette saw movement from the corner of her eye. The mistress crossed to
a table where she picked up a piece of paper. After studying it for a few
seconds, she disappeared off to the left. The captive beauty put her head back
to relax as she wondered what would happen next. She felt certain Janice had
passed along her instructions, but now this mistress controlled her fate.
She hoped Ronor would appreciate what she was doing to get him to marry
her.
The dark-haired mistress returned with clothing for her. Paulette had said
only that she wanted to wear the clothing of a slave girl. She suggested Janice
pick out the items for her to wear. Not being able to choose her own clothing
would make her feel even more as though she was a slave girl. Besides, she
could not choose the correct outfit. She needed someone objective to pick
attire that was sexy enough for her to overcome any inhibitions she might have.
With the proper lingerie and dress, she was certain Ronor would want to keep her
as his own.
The mistress crossed the alcove to a cabinet where she deposited the
clothing and selected an item from a drawer. Since the item chosen was small
and made of leather, Paulette wondered if it was a new gag. She rubbed her dry
tongue over the curve of the rubber ball filling her mouth. The novelty of
having it in her mouth had worn off hours before.
The mistress moved to her right until she disappeared from sight. Paulette
stared straight ahead, knowing if she turned her head, she might be punished.
To this woman, to all free women, she was nothing more than a slave girl. She
showed how obedient she could be by staring straight ahead, pretending to ignore
what the mistress was about to do to her.
Paulette flinched when saw something close to her face. The mistress had
chosen a leather blindfold for her. As soon as the woman had it against the
captive's eyes, Paulette could see nothing but the dark leather. As the
mistress tightened the strap to hold it in place against her face, no light
could get through to her eyes.
Paulette was in total darkness, even more helpless than she had been.
Since she could not see what went on about her, the buxom brunette
concentrated on listening. The mistress moved to her left. After a few seconds
the sounds of her footsteps disappeared.
Paulette twisted her hands back and forth in a futile attempt to get free.
"What if something has gone wrong?" she wondered as she used her tongue to
explore the gag in her mouth again. Trying to draw her legs together failed
also. She could do nothing more than dangle silently in the air.
Footsteps sounded to the left, footsteps that could only come from slave girls.
The distinctive "clickety, clickety," of their high heels on the floor told the
buxom captive that her mistress had brought at least two of them with her.
Unable to resist, or help, or do anything, Paulette remained spreadeagled
until they finished dressing her. Unseen hands removed all her clothing before
cleaning her. (The attire worn by slave girls was designed so it could be put
on, or removed, while the captive was helplessly bound.) The entire operation
only took a few minutes as slave girls wore little. Paulette felt them
fastening a garterbelt about her slender waist before pulling the stockings up.
Fingers touched her thighs as they adjusted the length of the straps to keep the
stockings pulled up. High heeled sandals went on her feet, sandals with a strap
across the top of her foot and around her ankle so she could not kick them off.
A cloth brushed across her body. This was the dress she was to wear.
Often slave girls went out in public bare-assed naked, but usually masters and
mistresses liked to have the slaves dressed in the most demeaning and erotic
attire imaginable. Paulette wondered what they had in store for her.
Hands grabbed her titties to push them through the cloth. The garment
enveloped her body as they pulled it behind her back to snap the ends together.
She felt the material about her hips. At least her pussy would be covered.
The sounds of the high heels moved away from her before stopping. A few
seconds later she heard the "clicking" as a mistress secured handcuffs on a
slave girl. After a few more seconds, the sounds suggested a second slave girl
had been secured in bondage. Almost immediately the sounds of the high heels on
the floor began again and quickly moved away from her.
Paulette stood there helplessly, awaiting her mistress's return, which
occurred a couple of minutes later. Footsteps moved from her left to her right
in the direction of that cabinet. A door opened and closed. The footsteps came
over in front of her.
She tried to look down when the mistress put the belt about her waist, but
of course she saw nothing with the blindfold on. She listened as her mistress
moved around behind her. Hands freed her right hand from the cuff that held it
above her head, but immediately drew it behind her back where a steel cuff
awaited. The cold steel tightened about her wrist. When the hands let go, the
tug on the leather belt told her the cuff was attached to the belt in back.
Not only would her hands be secured to the belt, but she would have to hold them
at waist-level.
The hands brought her left hand down in back where another steel cuff
awaited.
The footsteps moved about the area, returning to where she stood. In
seconds the cuff about her right ankle fell away, followed seconds later they
the cuff on her left.
Paulette could have brought her legs together but she did not. Everyone
thought she was a slave girl. As a slave girl who acted improperly they would
be punish her as they would any other slave girl.
The footsteps moved around behind her. She kept her head straight forward
as though what happened behind her was of no consequence.
Hands gripped her upper arms and a shove propelled her forward. The
beautiful captive took a few steps in the direction indicated until the hands
twisted her body to the left.
When the blindfold came off, Paulette found herself staring at her
reflection in a mirror.
The colors the mistress chose for her were lime green and black, well,
mainly shiny lime green. The stockings were sheer black, but both the satin
dress and the high heeled sandals were green. The dress was short as any slave
girl's outfit would be, but it was just long enough to cover the top of the sto
ckings.
No one though would notice her legs. All eyes would be drawn to her
massive titties protruding through the pair of "tit holes" in the bodice of the
dress. The mistress' hands came around her body to grab the supple mounds and
lift them a little.
"This outfit really makes these girls seem all the bigger."
Paulette had to admit that it was true. She could not imagine any woman
having tits as big as those.
"Turn around and look at you back."
The buxom brunette did as the mistress ordered. She changed her position
so her back was to the mirror with her legs spread apart. The hem of the
minidress was much shorter in back. It came only to the bottom of her
bottomcheeks when she stood erect.
"Now bend over."
In that position, she saw the reflection of her pussy was visible in the
mirror. The mistress had not dressed her in panties. Her bottom and pussy were
uncovered. As a slave girl she could expect to spend a lot of time bent over.
Everyone could see and enjoy the sights.
Paulette wanted to smile.
Ronor would be helpless in her hands.
The mistress attached a leather leash to the ring on the front of her
collar. Before ordering her forward though, the woman reattached the cowbell.
"Let us go."
As she followed the mistress, Paulette bobbed her head up and down so the
cowbell clanged. Everyone--masters, mistresses, even slave girls -- turned to
look at her.
Though her head moved in one direction, her eyes shifted back and forth.
She felt proud that none of the slave girls had bosoms as large as hers.
"Oh, stop that infernal noise."
The speaker was a man seated in a chair against the wall. As they
approached he to his feet and moved past her mistress to stand immediately in
front of Paulette. His hands moved up to cup her titties. As he lifted the
supple mounds, his thumbs brushed across the nipples. They were still as hard
as they had been all day. Paulette did not want him to let go.
"They really are large, but I do not want that noise following me
everywhere."
He removed the cowbell and handed it to the mistress.
"Kneel."
Paulette slowly lowered her left knee to the floor, then brought her right
down to join it. Only then did he remove the leash from her collar. He handed
it to the mistress also.
"I am sorry if I am late. Time got away from me."
"It is okay. There are a couple more slave girls who have not arrived
yet."
As he spoke, he pulled a leather device from his belt. Paulette wanted to
look to see what it was but was afraid that he would punish her if she did. She
stared at his chest as he fastened something about her head. "I wonder if he
was one of the men back there who used me," she thought.
It took almost a minute for the beautiful brunette to realize that he
strapped slave girls' blinders on her head.
The slave girls' blinders were a bondage device used to keep the captive
women from knowing where they were. A harness went about the wearer's head. On
each side of the head, a stiff leather pad ten centimeters high by eight wide
extended forward so the wearer could not see on either side of her.
With one hand he pushed her head forward so she had to look at the floor.
He attached chains from the harness to the rings on the sides of her
collar. When he let go, she tried to raise her head but discovered the chains
kept her from doing that.
He stepped around behind her. One hand against her forehead held her head
up as far as the chains would allow. He attached another chain to the ring in
back.
"Looks good."
Paulette discovered she could only see a short distance in front of her.
She could not move her head up or down, left or right because of the chain. The
only way to see anything was to turn her whole body. A slave girl who did
something foolish like that could expect to be punished most severely.
He squatted immediately to her right to attach a small leather strap about
her right ankle. A dozen small circular bells dangled down, ringing at the
slightest movement. Shifting position slightly, he attached another to her
other ankle.
He attached a chain leash to the ring on the front of the collar. A jerk
up was the signal for her to rise.
She followed him at the end of the leash outside. With every step the
bells on the ankle straps jingled, drawing attention to her. Though no longer
adorned with that cowbell, she could go no where without people knowing.
She thought it funny that he objected to the sound of the cowbell, but
still used the ankle bells.
Suddenly a kneeling slave girl appeared in sight. Paulette caught a glimpse of
her head and knew she also wore the slave blinders.
"Kneel."
Paulette dropped to her knees behind the slave girl and watched as the man
attached the end of the leash to a ring on the back of the other slave girl's
collar, a ring hidden by her long brown hair.
He walked away when he was done. Of course, Paulette could not see him do that,
but knew by the sound of the footsteps that he had left.
The buxom captive stared at the hair of the slave girl in front of her.
She had often wondered what it would be like, not only to be bound, gagged, and
helpless, but to be linked front and back to other slave girls so she was
nothing more than another body in a crowd. Now she knew.
Without thinking of it, she played with her bondage, feeling the cold
steel on her flesh. By pulling on the cuffs, she caused the belt to press
against her tummy. Escape was impossible no matter how hard she tried.
"What is taking those other two so long to get here? I want to get this
over with," she thought as she tried to move her head. She knelt so close to
the slave girl before her that all she could see was her hair.
"On your feet, Slave Girls." Crack! Crack!
Paulette started to rise as soon as the order was given but she was no
used to getting up and down without the use of her arms to maintain her balance.
Crack!
"Mmmffftt!"
The switch caught her on the right thigh. She straightened up immediately
and almost lost her balance. Someone grabbed her arm to steady her so she did
not fall over.
The buxom brunette thought they would start off immediately, but there was
still the matter of the two other slave girls to attend to. She felt the man
pulling her long, dark hair aside in back. The tug on her slave collar told her
someone was attaching the end of a leash to the ring on the back of her collar.
The coffle was now complete. Paulette was nothing more than another sexy
and beautiful slave girl chained into a line for movement from one place to
another.
"Walk." Crack! Crack! Crack!
Though the leash connecting her to the slave girl in front was two meters
long, her head was less than a meter away. This allowed the captives to advance
at their own pace at the beginning without stopping and starting.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Paulette stared at the street in front of her. The sides of the street
were paved with smooth stones so there were no obstructions to cause slave girls
in spike high heels to trip. Paulette took one step forward after another.
Crack!
She saw a switch land on the right bottomcheek of the slave girl ahead of
her. The hand holding the switch quickly pulled it back. Paulette stared at
the red line where it had landed.
Crack!
"Mmmfffttt!"
Pain shot through her bottom when the switch landed. She picked the pace
up a little to get closer to the slave girl ahead of her. She did not want to
give him reason to use it on her again. She was rapidly learning how to be a
good, little slave girl.
The slave girl ahead of her turned to the right, and she followed.
"We are now going...."
She knew the street on the other side of the inn. Perhaps they had turned
down it, or maybe they traveled further than that. Then of course there were
the alleys. Slavers used them often to transfer coffles of slave girls to keep
the slow-moving lines from tying up traffic.
Then of course there was the problem that only free women could use the
front door of a place. Slave girls were delivered to the back door, just as any
package would be.
Paulette had lived her entire life in this town, but after only a few
minutes in the coffle, she had no idea where she was.
Her eyes moved to the right and then the left. The street and the curb
looked pretty much the same everywhere. The roadway to her left and the curb to
her right might be a different shade of gray, but they revealed nothing. The
slave blinders did their job well. She saw nothing that would tell her where
she was.
Fifteen minutes after the coffle started, it came to a halt. The pace was
necessarily slow so they had not gone far from the inn. Paulette tried to raise
her head again to see what was going on, but could not. All she could do was
stare at the legs of the slave girl before her. She heard voices but could not
make out the words. Suddenly the slave girl in front of her took a couple steps
forward. Paulette did the same, feeling the leash from the back of her collar
to that of the slave girl behind her grow taut. When that slave girl stepped
forward, the tension on the leash eased.
Paulette knew a slave girl had been removed from the coffle ahead of her.
One captive no longer had to think about being paraded around in public, bound,
gagged, half-naked. She had arrived at her destination.
Paulette wondered how much longer it would be until she arrived at hers.
The coffle stopped a second time, then a third as more slave girls were
removed from the coffle. At the fourth stop, she realized they were adding one
to the end of the coffle behind her.
The line started forward for a few minutes before stopping again. The two
slave girls behind her were removed from the coffle. The slave girl on the end
was brought forward so she was still connected front and back.
Paulette began walking forward again when the slave girl ahead of her did.
They turned left, they turned right. They could have gone in a complete circle
and Paulette would not have realized it.
The coffle stopped. They had arrived at her destination.
Hands removed the end of the leash from the collar of the slave girl ahead
of her. Those hands then turned her to the left and pushed her forward.
"Spread them." To add emphasis to the command, he grabbed a handful of
pubic hair and pulled. She moved her feet about a meter apart.
He removed the slave blinders, then with one hand on the back of her head,
he pushed her upper body down so her head was a waist-level. Paulette
remembered back in the in when she had been in that position. Anyone standing
behind her would be able to see her pussy. She wanted desperately to pull her
legs together but knew she could not without being severely punished.
He attached the end of the leash to a ring on the wall about two meters
above the ground.
Paulette stared at it, realizing that it was so high that she could not reach it
with her cuff hands.
When he had finished removing the slave blinders, he removed the belled straps.
As he rose he grabbed her dangling right tit to give it a playful squeeze.
"I do wish I had time to play with these girls."
Then she was alone.
There was no one there to watch her so she could have straightened up if
she wanted to but she knew if they caught her, she would be punished. Where
that switch had landed on her bottom still burned.
The wait was not long. Someone came out of the house. With her long hair
hanging down, she could not see who it was.
Suddenly she could see nothing as hands applied a blindfold over her eyes.
With the ends buckled together the blindfold was in place.
She could see nothing.
The leash swung from one side to the other. She knew the hands were
freeing the end of the leash. Soon she would be inside. She would see Ronor.
She would win him back.
She started forward, then turned left. A few more steps forward, then
another turn to the left.
Hands pushed her to her knees. Without thinking she kept her knees spread as a
slave girl.
She heard another set of footsteps come and the original set disappear from
the room.
Ronor had her. Soon he would be hers.
A hand slid the blindfold off.
"I knew that eventually you would find your truly calling, Paulette.
Hahahahaha,"
The buxom brunette raised her head in horror. It was not Ronor who held
the end of her leash.
Shelley Baker reached forward to pinch both nipples.
Paulette was now her slave girl.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 16
The co-ed was beautiful, but then, they all were. Her eyes were light
brown, as was her hair. Though she wore her hair up as any free woman would,
one strain had worked its way loose. Continually she used her right had to pull
it back into place, only to have it fall down again. The spectacle of watching
her was most annoying, but she was certain men enjoyed it..
Julie Jackson stared down at the form before her as this particular co-ed
babbled on with an endless series of complaints. She had written her name
across the top of the complaint form. "Carin Carlson." If it was not the noise
her roommates made, it was the food in the cafeteria. Julie dutifully noted
every complaint on the form. When she ran out of space, she turned it over to
write on the back. It did not matter what she did with it. Once the co-ed
left, she intended to throw it out. She was tired of all their tiresome
complaining.
Julie looked up at Carin. The frosted pink lipstick was on a set of lips
that were in a perpetual pout. Her makeup was perfect. Everything about her
was perfect. One day she would get a job selling cosmetics, and she would do
quite well at it.
"I will pass these complaints on to the department chiefs. I am certain
you will get action right away."
The young woman thanked her and left.
Julie waited until the door closed before tossing the form in the trash
can.
"You would not believe what type of complaints I am hearing today," she
said in the outer office as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Three teaspoons
of sugars, two of creamer.
"Anything unusual?" one of the secretaries asked, trying to make polite
conversation.
"Of course none of it was unusual. It was the usual garbage from a bunch
of spoiled young women.:"
Julie turned, placing the index finger of her right hand against her right
cheek just below the eye.
"Oh, my roommate made so much noise shaving her legs this morning, I had trouble
getting my makeup on. Does it look right to you?"
They all laughed.
"They are nothing but a bunch of stupid bimbos."
The coffee was hot so she had to sip it as she crossed the room. From a
"Completed" box she selected a report. She read it as she walked and sipped.
The coffee spilled, leaving brown spots on the paper.
"Here, you have to type this whole thing over again."
"I spent hours on that!"
"Well, you obviously need the practice if that took you hours."
The secretary wanted to say something, but the look on Julie's face told
her to remain quiet.
Julie was not done though. She enjoyed being an administrative assistant.
Okay, she had to do little in this job, but that was fine with her. Her job was
to tell other people what to do.
She went to the office manager's little alcove at the other end of the
room. Okay, she little real power but they did not know that. She could
terrorize them with her threats alone.
"I will not have your secretaries being rude to me. Just because I made a
little error I will not have them being rude to me. If this happens again, I
will see that they are fired, and you along with them."
With an exaggerated sigh, the brunette made her way back to her office.
"That stupid bimbo," she said aloud, thinking of Carin Carlson again. "She
is just so cute, and so adorable..."
She envisioned Karen wearing only a garterbelt, stockings, and high heels,
kneeling on the floor before her. Her constant complaining had been replaced by
whimpering through the ballgag filling her mouth. She twisted and squirmed,
trying to get free, but the multitude of ropes about her arms and chest were too
tight. Escape was impossible.
As the beautiful brunette sat back in her chair, she thought more of Carin
in bondage. Carin and the co-ed before her, and the one before her, and the
one....
Leaning forward suddenly, she opened a drawer in her desk. Hidden under
some pads of paper was a small business card. She stared at it as the image in
her mind changed again.
No longer was that Carin bound and gagged on her knees. Now Julie was the
one wearing the slave collar. All those snotty co-eds were gathered around her,
complaining about everything she did. Ridiculing the size of her breasts....
The beautiful brunette looked down at her chest. They had every reason to
be jealous of the size of her bosom. "Stupid bimbos," she repeated out loud.
She stared at the card again.
"Why not?"
Since she was the administrative assistant, she could make her own hours.
None of the bitching from the stupid little co-eds was important. Their
complaints could wait until tomorrow.
In a few minutes she found herself outside the "Heath and Beauty Spa, Inc."
She looked down at the card in her hand. "One free visit," was what it read.
"What could it hurt?" she said aloud. Looking back and forth, she was glad
to discover no one had heard her.
The building was rather nondescript. Looking at the outside of it, no one
would suspect what activities went on inside. Julie looked down at the card,
then up at the sign over the door. This was the correct place.
A receptionist was seated behind a large desk just inside the door.
"May I help you?"
"I was given this."
She handed the card to the woman who glanced at it briefly, then looked up
at the beautiful brunette.
"No problem. Since this is your first visit, we need you to fill out a
questionnaire, you know, just the basic information. Then one of our customer
service specialists will give you a little test."
"Test?"
Nobody had said anything about any tests.
"Do not worry about it. This test is an easy one. You decide whether you
pass it or not."
With a puzzled look on her face, Julie took a clipboard with the
questionnaire to one of the chairs lined up along the wall. There was one other
woman there, seated in the center chair along one wall. She chose a chair on
another wall.
"This must be your first time."
Julie looked up. She wondered if she knew the woman. In some ways she
resembled her, that is, she had black hair and big brown eyes. One glance was
enough to tell her that the other woman's breasts were not nearly as large as
hers.
"Uh, yeah."
"You will like it here. I have been coming for about three months. I
swear it gets better every time."
"Oh."
The buxom brunette had no idea how to respond to that statement. She was
not certain she wanted to make friends with this woman. She did not want anyone
to know she was there.
"Let me let you in on a secret. When they ask you what, just tell them the
deluxe treatment."
"What does that mean?" Julie was truly puzzled.
"With the deluxe treatment, you have no rights at all. Well, except for
those laws here in town. Once you are bound and gagged, they treat you just as
though you were a slave girl. They decide what will happen to you. Believe me,
it will keep you coming back for more."
"Miss Thomas?"
Both women looked at the woman in the doorway. She was free, that was
obvious, but she wore the clothing of a slave girl. The minidress was white
satin. This contrasted nicely with the sheer black stockings. The shoes were
white patent-leather with four inch spike high heels. A strap across the top of
the foot and around the ankle keep them on the wear.
"Oh, hi, Miranda," said the woman. She immediately came to her feet.
"Nice meeting you," she said over her shoulder as she followed the woman
toward a door.
Julie sat back with the questionnaire still incomplete.
Once the door swung shut behind the two, Julie turned her attention back to
the paper before her. She had it completed in just a few minutes. There was
just some basic information. A note said they collected it to get a
cross-section of the new clients to help marketing. It made sense. But then
again, Julie's tits were bigger than her IQ.
"As soon as one of the customer service women is free, I will have her
administer your test."
At the mention of the word "test," Julie began to worry. "What could they
possibly test me on." Okay, so their client list might be very special, but
with her looks and the size of her boobs, she could not believe they would not
want her as a client.
She looked up when the door opened again. Miranda, the one who had led
that brunette away, appeared in the doorway. She went to the desk to get the
clipboard. She spent only a few seconds reading before glancing up with smile
firmly plastered on her face.
"Miss Jackson?"
"Yes, that is me."
Of course, except for the receptionist, there was no one else in the room.
"I am Miranda Come on in back."
Julie followed the woman. The skirt was so short that she could see the
woman black, satin panties.
Julie wore the clothing of a free woman. That mean that she kept most of
her body covered as much as possible. Her skirt was ankle-length so all her
legs were covered. Only a slave girl went about displaying her legs. If she
was lucky, her master or mistress would give her little more than a garterbelt.
If she was unlucky, she would have a very short skirt to wear. It proclaimed to
the world that she could not hide her legs.
Many women with large breasts wore vests, or if they were professional
women, jackets. Julie's certainly were quite large but she shunned an outer
garment. The long-sleeved, white cotton dress she wore did button at the neck.
(Slave girls, of course, were expected to show off their tits.)
"What happened to..."she had to stop to think of the woman's name. "Miss
Thomas."
"Oh, you mean, Teresa. Are you friends with her?"
"I just met her."
"If you continue to come, you will run into her a lot. She is a regular."
Julie bit down on her lower lip for a second. "She said I should ask for
the deluxe treatment."
"The deluxe treatment? Okay, but first you have to pass the test."
Julie frowned as she followed the woman down the hall past several doors
that were closed. A little sign indicated each was occupied. The buxom
brunette looked about her. She saw no one. That meant that no one would see
her, no one who knew her. The woman stopped at an open door.
"We can conduct your test in here."
The buxom brunette entered the room warily, then looked around once she
was inside. There was little to the room. On one wall several coils of light
rope hung from pegs. The only other thing in the room was a solid wooden post.
Julie knew its only function was to serve as a support to tie women to.
"What is...this...test?"
"It is simple. I tie you up. Let you feel the ropes for a while, then I
untie you. If you want to continue, you pass. If you do not like being bound,
we shake hands and you leave."
That sounded so reasonable to Julie that big-chested brunette saw no reason
to object. Okay, she was going to be helpless, but what the woman had said to
her eased her fears somewhat.
"What do I do?"
"Stand against that post with your arms behind it."
That was how it began. The woman selected one coil of rope to begin with.
Once behind the beautiful young woman, she doubled the rope in half so she could
stick the working ends through the loop formed in the middle. She slipped the
rope over Julie's hands and pulled it snug against her wrists. She made three
more passes with the rope, the ends moving in opposite directions, before
passing one end between Julie's hands and the other between her forearms. She
made three more passes, a total of six loops that cinched the ropes tight. When
she tied a simple square knot, there was no way the beautiful brunette could get
free.
The mistress then passed the ends of the rope about the post and the young
woman's waist. She made two passes before tying the ends together in front.
As she crossed the room to get the next coil, Julie looked down at the knot
at her belly. It was clever the way the woman had tied the ends together in
front of her. This rope bound her hands, but they were behind her back. With
the knot in front, there was no way she could reach it to free herself.
The woman moved around behind her again. This time the rope encircled her upper
chest above her large bosom. The woman passed the ends of the rope about her
body twice before pulling the slack from it and tying a knot in front. The
woman pulled one end around the brunette's body. She tucked it in between the
captive's body and the post. Stepping around to the other side she did the
same. She then reached between Julie's back and the post to pull the end
through. When she had both ends stuck through, she looped them around. Pulling
the two ends behind the brunette's head, cinched the loops about her chest. She
pulled them so there was no slack. The rope dug deeper into the captive's
flesh.
The next rope also went about her body, but it passed under her large
boobs. The mistress tied the ends together right there between the mounds.
Once again she ran the ends behind Julie's back to cinch the ropes.
Julie could tell this woman was experienced. She wondered how many women
she had tied up at this place, how many in this very room.
Another rope went about her slender waist. Again the woman cinched the
loops to insure there was no slack.
When the woman returned to the wall to get the next rope, Julie tried to
take a deep breath. She found the rope constricting her movement. Just by
breathing, the ropes made their presence known. She watched as the mistress
pulled a coil from a peg. While she was not looking, she squirmed a little bit
to see how much freedom the woman had left her.
There was none. She was totally helpless. She began to feel as helpless
as a slave girl.
The mistress knelt at the captive's feet to tie the next rope about her lower
thighs just about the knees. The tightening coils pulled the material of her
long skirt tightly against her shapely legs. Much the same as she had done
before, the woman tied a knot in front of Julie's legs, then passed the ends of
the rope around the post. After three passes from both ends she pulled all the
slack from them that she could. She tied a knot in front, then brought both
ends around so she could cinch the loops between her legs and the post.
The final rope went about her ankles. In seconds they were bound as
tightly as the rest of her body was. She stood against the post without being
able to move anything other then her head or her heads. Escape was impossible,
and she certainly could not move from that spot.
"A couple more items, and then I will leave you here to enjoy yourself."
The woman pulled something from her leather belt. She had not noticed it
before. Julie could not see what it was until it was right in front of her
face.
The woman held a gag. It was not much of a gag, but it definitely was a
gag. There was a flexible rubber piece that was oval-shaped that would fit in
her mouth. On each end there was a leather strap.
The mistress said nothing to her, but simply held the gag before her mouth.
Julie ran her tongue over her bottom lip nervously before opening wide to accept
it. The flexible rubber piece slipped between her lips and in between her
teeth. The woman stepped to the side to get around behind her. Julie bit down
on the gag. Being flexible, it gave way. It would not be too unportable to
wear, but she was certain it would keep her from saying anything.
The woman pulled the ends behind her head to buckle them together. The gag
was in Julie's mouth to stay until someone unbuckled the ends of the strap, and
bound as she was, Julie certainly was not going to be the one to do it.
The final item was a black leather blindfold about ten or twelve
centimeters high. The mistress held it up against the brunette's beautiful face
so she could fit her nose through the nose hole. She then pulled the ends
behind Julie's head to buckle them together.
Now, not only could she not struggle or cry out for help, she could not see
what was going on.
"The nature of the test is this: You remain tied up for a period of time.
How long? Well, that is not for you to decide. I will decide how long you have
to remain here. When I come back, I will let you go. That is when we decide if
you passed the test or not. Some women do not like to be tied up. Others want
more. Just think about how helpless you are. I you decide to continue, we will
see about the deluxe treatment for you. Who knows? Perhaps Teresa would like
to help since she suggested it."
Julie heard the woman cross the room to the door. She listened to the
sounds the door made as the woman opened and closed it. She tilted her head
slightly to the left to listen more closely. She heard no sounds to indicate
that she had locked the door when she left. The door was unlocked! Anyone
could walk in and see her helplessly bound, gagged, and blindfolded.
As soon as she was alone, the buxom captive attacked her bondage. She
pulled and twisted on every rope but could not get free. With each attempt she
felt the ropes on her soft flesh. If she pulled in one place, another part of
her body, the rope would dig in. She struggled a little, just enough to realize
she was helpless but not enough to hurt herself.
She had wondered what it was like to be one of those slave girls out on
display in the town square. There were few reasons to bind a woman in public
like that. Usually when they were bound naked to a post, or bound spreadeagled
between two posts, it was because they were new to their collar. Their owner,
man or woman, would put them out in public where everyone could examine their
bodies. Julie had not been able to pass through the square without stopping to
play with the titties of one or two of the captives. Unused to being fondled,
they would twist and squirm. It did no good though. They were only slave
girls. They existed only to bring pleasure to others. Their titties were there
for people to play with.
Julie imagined she was bound to a post on the side facing the city hall.
That was in line for all the men going to work. She knew some of them and
imagined what it would be like to be bound naked before them. Perhaps they
would dress her on in a garterbelt and stockings. The choice parts of her body
would be exposed and available. She imagined what it would be like to be
helpless as they reached out....
"Well, how are you doing?"
The mistress had returned. The buxom brunette wondered how long she had
remained bound there. It seemed as though it was only a minute or two. If it
was that little, it certainly had not been much of a test. Perhaps it had been
longer. Perhaps it had been ten minutes, fifteen minutes, or more.
She took a deep breath and pushed against the post so she could feel every rope
against her body.
The mistress pulled the blindfold off first. The gag followed. She stuck them
in her belt.
"Well, did you pass?"
"I think so."
"Do you want to continue?"
"Yes."
The mistress went to work untying her in the opposite order she had bound
her. She began with the ankles then the thighs. Five minutes later the
beautiful brunette was untied, but wanted to be.
"Just a second while I get an outfit for you."
The woman stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. She
returned in just a few seconds.
"Put the clothing on. Since we do not want anyone to think you are a slave
girl, we do not use collars. Kneel on the floor right here and attach this to
you ankles." She squatted where she had pointed and attached one end of a short
chain to a ring on the floor. The other end was attached to a pair of shackles.
She held up a ballgag as she stood up. "You know where this goes." Next, she
produced a pair of steel handcuffs. "And you know what to do with these."
"I will give you about ten minutes to get ready. Then I will take you back
to the playrooms."
As soon as the woman left, Julie examined the garments left behind. The dress
was white satin, and extremely short (as befitted any slave girl). There was
little else, but she knew it would make her extremely sexy-looking.
She dropped the items on the floor when she could not find anything to put
them on. No sooner had they touched the floor than she was reaching behind her
back to get at the buttons on the back of her long-sleeved, white blouse. She
undid those as quickly as her fingers could work. When she was done, she pulled
the blouse off and dropped it on the floor beside her new clothing.
The long skirt was next. She had to unfasten it at the waist and pulled
down on the zipper before she could get it off her hips, but once she had done
that, it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, then used her right foot to
lift it on top the blouse.
The white cotton bra was next. No sooner did it land on the small pile of
clothing than she was pulling the white cotton panties down from about her hips.
She let them fall on the pile of clothing.
All that remained was her shoes. She kicked them off so they landed on the
floor next to her clothing.
The first item she put on were the stockings. They were sheer black with a seam
up the back. She sat on the floor to put them on, drawing one up her left leg,
then her right. When she had them up all the way, she started at her ankles to
smooth them out. Cupping her leg at the ankle, she pulled her hands up her
legs, gradually drawing all the wrinkles out. Once she finished with her left
leg, she switched over to repeat the process with her right.
To keep them up, the woman had given her a white satin garterbelt to wear.
A single strap went around her waist, but in front it looked like an upside "U"
with white satin extending down toward her legs. The "U" outlined her pubic
area, drawing attention to it. All the edges of the satin were lined with
dainty white lace ruffles that added an extra degree of femininity to the
already sexy outfit. Julie slid the garterbelt about her slender waist and
hooked the ends together. She saw by her reflection in the full-length mirror
on one wall that it hung nicely on her hips. Bending forward slightly, she
adjusted the length of the straps, then attached the tabs to the top of the
stockings. Again she looked at herself in the mirror. The stockings and
garterbelt looked perfect.
The white satin panties were next. She picked them up and thought at first
they were damaged. There seemed to be a lot of loose strings to them. Then she
found the ends of the strings and held the little garment up. "No wonder it
looked damaged," she said aloud.
The panties were crotchless. She would have to secure them in place by
tying a pair of strings on each hip.
Giggling at the thought of wearing such a naughty item, she stuck it
between her legs. One set of strings she tied together on her left hip, then
other on her right. She looked at herself again in the mirror. Not liking what
she saw, she changed the length of the strings on the left, and then the right.
Each set of strings she tied together with a bow - a simple little bow that
could be undone with nothing more than a tug on a loose end.
Spreading her legs apart, she looked at herself in the mirror. While the
panties covered her pubic hair, she could see part of her pussy. Turning about,
she looked at her bottom in the mirror. The little triangle of satin back there
did a thoroughly inadequate job of covering her bottom. Spreading her legs
apart again, she bent over. Over her left shoulder, she could see the
reflection of her pussy in the mirror.
She giggled again. This was fun. She knew already that she could be back.
She was beginning to enjoy this. It would be fun pretending to be a slave girl
even if she did nothing more than wear the clothing.
The only other garment was the white satin minidress. As with all other
slave girl attire, it was designed so it could be put on or taken off a slave
girl while she was bound. Working quickly, Julie fastened the snaps together.
One more she moved back to the mirror. The hem of the dress was just long
enough in front to cover the tops of the stockings. Still, it showed a lot of
her legs, far more than any free woman would flaunt in public. Turning around,
she looked at her bottom in the mirror. Even when she stood straight up, anyone
could see her bottomcheeks peeking out from under the hem. When she bent over,
all of her bottom could be seen.
She liked it.
She turned to look at her bosom. She wore no bra, but the dress was
essentially a halter-dress. Each large, supple mound had it own satin cup.
They hung outwards since they were unsupported bu a bra. She knew they would
wiggle and jiggle when she walked. The neckline was cut low to show off her
cleavage. She had deliciously large titties, and would finally be able to show
them off, even if few people saw them. She knew she was going to have fun
coming here.
Her large bosom were more than enough to to make other women jealous.
The dark-haired beauty smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She wished
there was some guy around who could fondle them. She knew any man would find
them to be more than a handful.
The only thing that could be considered clothing that was left were the sandals.
Lifting them by the straps to eye level, she peered closely at them. They were
little more than straps and high heels. They hardly qualified as clothing.
The buxom brunette moved toward the chain where she sat on the floor to get
them on. Clothing? There was little to them as they almost did not qualify as
shoes. A narrow strap passed across her foot near her toes. Another went about
the ankle. Once she had sandal on her right foot, she raised that leg in the
air to shake the foot. The shoe was secured tightly to her foot by these
straps. It would not off without the straps being undone, and if she was bound,
she would have no way of unstrapping them.
When she had both of them on, it was time to turn to the bondage.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 17
The gag was first. Julie Jackson lifted it toward her mouth but thought
the rubber ball was too big to fit in. Placing two fingertips of both hands on
the ball she shoved. Still, it would not enter her mouth. Pulling it away from
her face so she could get a better look at it, she frowned. It was not a normal
frown. It was that frown she used when she wanted some guy to make a fool of
himself doing what she wanted. Only this time there was no guy there to help
her.
She tried again, pushing as hard as she could. The rubber compressed a
little, allowing the ball to pass between her teeth. The rubber ball was now in
her mouth, filling it and forcing her jaws apart.
"Mmmmffftt!"
She had to try it to see how effective it was and she had to admit that it
was quite effective. Okay, she could grunt a little, but no one outside that
little room would ever be able to hear it. She could say nothing anyone could
possibly understand.
As she crossed the room to the mirror, she grabbed the ends of the leather
strap with both hands. She had never done this before so it took time to get
them buckled together. She pulled them behind her head. Carefully she slipped
the working end through the buckle. Once she had that done, she pulled it. As
the circle of leather grew smaller, she felt it all about her head, on her
cheeks and the nape of her neck.
Getting the ends buckled was another problem. She fumbled around with them
for a couple of minutes before she get them fastened together. As she finished,
she kept an eye on the door. She did that want that woman to come back while
she was still securing herself. She did not want to appear as some kind of
naive girl who had never done this before.
With the strap fastened, she could now free her hair. Quickly she pulled
the pins free, allowing her long, dark tresses to fall down. Bending over, she
shook her head to insure the strains were not tangled, then she jerked her head
as she flipped her hair backwards with both hands.
The buxom brunette admired her image in the mirror, moving to one pose
after another. She would make such a beautiful and sexy slave girl. She knew
all her friends would be jealous.
Quickly she made her way to the spot where the chain was on the floor.
Between the ring and the door there was a velvet-covered pad half a meter long.
She knelt on that. They were taking care of her knees. She liked that. She
thought that meant they really cared about her.
She knelt on that pad facing the door. This put her feet near the ring.
Fastening the manacles about her ankles provided to be almost as difficult
as buckling the gag in her mouth. Glancing at the steel device, she realized it
was nothing more than a handcuff. Well, that would make it an ankle cuff. She
fumbled around for almost a minute before she managed to get the manacle to lock
on her right ankle. It took less time to do the other manacle as she had a
better idea what to do.
After she finished, she realized she did not have a key to those shackles.
Though her hands were still free, she could not move far from that ring in the
floor. At least she was glad that her ankles were fairly close together.
That left the handcuffs. They were connected to the shackles by a very
short chain. Again she had to fumble with the steel device, but in a minute she
had her hands cuffed behind her back.
Once this was done, she could do little more than kneel there to await the
woman's return. She did not know it, but she could had rolled onto her front,
but that would have gained her nothing. She would have merely been chained into
a hogtie position.
She hoped Miranda would not be long in returning. She really did not like
being helpless like this. Anyone could walk in and take advantage of her
helpless state. Okay, there were a couple of guys whom she would like to please
like this, but they were the exception. This was not like the test. That had
purpose to it. This was just something to keep her helpless.
She rubbed her tongue across the inside curve of the rubber ball filling
her mouth. She could not call out for help. She doubted anyone would help her
anyway. She was dressed and bound and as slave girl....
The door opened. The beautiful brunette was relieved to see it was Miranda.
Julie paused in her thinking, then thought that statement again. It was
Mistress Miranda. She was nothing more than a slave girl, and this woman was
her mistress.
"So, tell me, how is it going?"
With that ballgag filling her mouth, there was no way the buxom brunette
could answer that question. Rather than make some stupid grunt, she merely
stared at the woman. She was on control there. Julie could do nothing.
"I have a treat for you. You remember Teresa, the woman you met in the
waiting area?" Julie could answer that question. She nodded. "We have very
strict rules about privacy here. No one is allowed to see what is happening to
someone else without their permission. Teresa said it was okay for you to see
what is happening to her. She has been a regular here for several months.
Would you like to see what happens to her?"
Once again, the buxom brunette nodded.
The woman in the short white dress removed the chains holding her captive.
The captive brunette did not feel threatened by her own helplessness because the
woman was dressed almost exactly as she was.
The chains clinked as they landed on the floor. Julie was free, but that
freedom was to be extremely short though.
"Keep your hands behind your back. Lean forward and put your face against
your knees."
Once in that position, Julie could not see what happened to her, but she
certainly could feel it. The woman moved her hands about so they were
palm-to-palm. The rope followed immediately. The woman looped it about her
wrists several times before cinching it. She tied a knot, then ran the ends up
to the brunette's elbows where she repeated the process of passing the rope
about both upper arms. This time she did not cinch these loops, but merely
pulled them tight, drawing all slack from the loops. In doing so, she drew
Julie's elbows together. Another knot insured that she could not escape.
Julie tried to alter the position of her arms, but discovered she could
not. The ropes were far too tight for her to do much of anything. She
wondered, at first, why the woman had applied so many ropes to her body. All
she had to do was to tie her hands behind her back to make her helpless. She
saw no need for all these ropes.
At first.
Looking down, she saw the effect of the body on her body. By binding her
elbows together, the woman had forced her shoulders back. The result was
Julie's already large tits thrust forward into new prominence.
The beautiful brunette watched as the woman crossed the room to the wall
where the ropes had been. She selected something before returning to her
captive.
"We do not use collars. They could be misunderstood. If you really want
to wear one, we have a special release. There are a few women, Teresa is one,
that like to wear a collar so they can really pretend they are slave girls.
Most do not. It is up to you. We use this instead."
She held up a chain leash. One end went about the brunette's neck. The
woman attached the clasp on the end to a link.
"It works like a collar, but it is not a collar. Come on."
Julie started after the woman thinking they were going to see Teresa, but
the woman halted at the door. Without a word to the captive beauty, she
attached her end of the leash to a ring on the wall.
Julie turned around to watch as the woman walked past her. She wondered
what was going on. The woman squatted to pick up the chain with the
manacles and the handcuffs. She left them hanging from pegs on the wall. The
ropes were next. Julie had to wait patiently while she neatly coiled them into
small circles before hanging each from its own peg.
By then, Julie began to understand the logic behind so many ropes. She
could feel them on her arms everywhere. She did not even have to struggle. The
tightness of her bondage was a constant remainder of how helpless she really
was.
"Like I told you, we respect everybody's privacy. That is why you have to
wear this when you are in the hall."
She held up a black leather blindfold. She gave no more orders to the
captive, but merely turned her around by grabbing her by the shoulders. Once
the brunette stared at the far wall, the woman raised the bondage device in the
air and lowered it until it was in front of her face. Miranda leaned forward to
see that it fitted in place perfectly.
A leather pad covered each eye.As soon as they were in front of her face,
Julie could see nothing. When the woman fastened the ends together, the strap
pressed the pads against her eyes. No light at all could get through to her
eyes.
Julie was more helpless now than she had ever been in her life.
And she was totally enjoying it.
She felt a gentle tug on the leash.
"Just follow where I lead you. I will not let you run into anything."
Julie put her left foot forward. She hesitated a second or two before
shifting her weight to it so she could move her right foot forward. Slowly she
moved forward before turning to the right. She knew she was in the hallway.
"Wait here while I see if Teresa is ready for you."
She heard the sounds the woman's high heels made as she walked away. She
could still feel the downward drag of the chain on the back of her neck. She
knew she was tethered to something there in the hall.
They were treating her as they would any slave girl. She had to remind
herself that she was not one. She was simply a free woman who enjoyed being
bound and gagged in rather revealing attire.
Miranda returned to her a couple of minutes later.
"Come along. They are waiting for us."
Julie slowly advanced down the hall, then turned left, walked forward a
short distance, then turned left again.
"Kneel."
Slowly she brought her left knew down to the ground. Once it touched, she
brought the right down to join it. In that submissive position she awaited her
mistress's pleasure.
Almost immediately she felt hands at the back of her head removing the
blindfold. When it was off, she blinked several times as her eyes became used
to the light.
She looked around for Teresa. A slave girl knelt to her right. The hair
coloring was not right, this slave girl's hair was lighter, and she appeared
bigger.
A woman turning a handle on a wall drew her attention in that direction.
Julie realized her new friend lay on the floor beyond the slave girl with her
head toward the door. The rotation of the crank shortened a chain attached to a
bar suspended from the ceiling. A pair of short chains dangled down from the
ends with leather cuffs attached. Teresa's feet were secured in these cuffs.
As the woman pulled the bar into the air, she pulled the brunette's feet in the
air.
Slowly Teresa's feet appeared in sight, followed by the rest of her legs.
Julie saw she wore sheer black stockings. She certainly gave the appearance of
being one very sexy slave girl.
Soon the shortening of the chain pulled the beautiful captive's rear end
off the floor. Julie noticed immediately that her new friend wore even less
clothing than she did. She had on a black satin garterbelt to hold up the
stockings. That was all she wore, stockings and a garterbelt. (Of course she
wore high heeled sandals, but they could hardly be considered clothing.)
In a matter of seconds the women had the beautiful brunette spreadeagled
upside down. Her wrists were secured in leather cuffs attached to short chains,
so when her head was a meter above the floor, her hands were drawn tautly toward
the floor.
The woman turning the crank continued to work it, around and around, until
Tersea's body was pulled so taut that she could move nothing other than her
hands, feet and head. Doing that would accomplish nothing. She was naked and
vulnerable.
Julie knelt there wondering what it would be like.
"You can tell from this position that we can do anything to Teresa that we
want. Maybe we might want to spank her ass, or perhaps her titties. There is
no part of her body that she can protect."
While the woman in white spoke, the second woman with Teresa's was pulling the
slave girl to her feet. She dragged the luscious captive over until her body
pressed against the brunette's. The mistress stepped around behind the captive
to get at the handcuffs holding her hands behind her back. Once they were off,
the slave girl kept her arms in the position they had been. Julie marveled at
the discipline she had.
A slap on the fanny was the signal the naked slave girl awaited. As she
put her arms around Teresa's waist, the woman walked around the suspended
captive. There she refastened the handcuffs so the slave girl could do nothing
but hold on to Teresa's naked body. She then started back around Teresa so that
once again she was behind the slave girl.
"Though we could spank her as much as we wanted, there are far worse
torments. Just watch."
The woman removed the slave girl's gag. The slave girl stared straight
ahead until she received another slap on the fanny. Julie had to admit that she
was one, well-trained animal.
The slave girl buried her face in Teresa's pussy.
"Mmmmmm!!"
Julie saw Teresa thrashing about almost immediately. She thought at first
that they were being cruel to her and that she did not like this, but then she
realized the young woman had just had an orgasm. All the slave girl had to do
was rub her tongue.....
"Mmmmmmmm!!!"
Julie had never come that quickly before. She saw from the way her new
friend was flexing her hands that the next orgasm was coming.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!!!!"
"Teresa, of course, has been coming here so several months. This really is
one of her favorite positions. The rules of the game are that we decide what
happens to her. There are other positions she finds equally exciting. And
there are ones that just leave her helplessly tied up. The choice is ours."
"Speaking of tied up, it is time to get started with your bondage. Let me
leave you somewhere safe for a while, and then if you are a good little girl,
maybe we will let you and Teresa play together for a while."
Julie wondered what the woman meant by that, but with the rubber ball
filling her mouth, there was no way she could ask.
"Come on. On your feet."
The buxom brunette staggered to her feet, unused to moving about with her
arms secured behind her back.
The woman pulled the blindfold down over Julie's eyes. "Come along," she
said as she tugged gently on the leash.
The beautiful captive took a tentative step forward, then another and
another. When they reached the hallway, the woman grabbed her by the shoulders
to turn her to the left.
"Just walk naturally. I will not let you run into anything."
Julie tried to do that, but found it most difficult. She imagined with
every step that she was going to run into something, or maybe trip over
something. While she did walk slowly, she increased her speed gradually.
"Stop. Turn left. This is your room."
The leash pulled her forward again. After she took a few steps, hands
grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Sit on the floor with your legs out in front of you."
The only way to get into that position (without falling down) was to kneel.
Slowly she brought her right knee down almost all the way to the floor. She let
it drop the last few centimeters. Her left came down quickly to join it. She
swung her bottom to the side as she sat down. This left her legs tucked under
her, but she had no trouble swinging them out in front.
As she moved her legs, the woman removed the blindfold. Julie blinked her
eyes as she looked around her. This room was similar to the other (as near as
she could tell). Perhaps it was a little smaller, and there was a mat she sat
on.
The woman wasted no time. Once the blindfold was off, she dropped it on the
floor. With her hands free, she picked up the first rope. She passed it
several times about Julie lower thighs immediately above the knees. After half
a dozen passes, she changed the directions so one end passed between her thighs
and the other between her calves. As she pulled on both ends, these second
group of loops grew smaller, cinching the first six loops so they dug into her
soft flesh.
As the woman shifted down toward her feet, she picked up another rope which
she used to bind the buxom brunette's ankles together. She tied a knot only
after she had cinched the first half dozen loops.
The woman selected another rope which she knotted so there was a loop in
the center. She passed it around the brunette's upper chest immediately above
her large titties. One loop was not enough, of course. She made four passes
before tucking the ends between the captive's upper arms and body. She brought
the end together in front where she fastened them with a knot.
"Now roll over on your front."
That was not as easy as it sounded. Julie looked on one side, then the
other. She saw no way to move gracefully. She wondered how she could do it
without hurting herself. She finally pulled her legs up under her on the right.
Twisting her body to the left, she fell on her left arm. Because of the mat,
there was little pain.
Julie discovered she was now staring at a wall. The woman had given her no
instructions regarding which direction to lay, so she assumed this was
acceptable. The matter was clarified when the woman grabbed her by the ankles
to spin her about so her head was toward the door.
Julie tried to look behind her to see what the woman did to her, but with
her long hair, she could see nothing. While she could not see what happened,
she certainly could feel it. The woman looped another rope about her ankles and
tied it tightly.
"I wonder why she is doing that?" the beautiful brunette wondered. Her legs
were already securely bound. She knew she could not get them apart no matter
how hard she tried.
The answer to that question became apparent when the woman bent her legs
back toward her head.
"A hogtie?"
Julie had never been hogtied before. Okay, she had never been tied up
before. This was something special. She had heard rumors from others about the
sensation of total helplessness one got from behind bound in this position.
The rope about her upper arms and chest grew taut as the woman threaded both
ends of the rope through the loop on Julie's back. She ran them back to the
captive's ankles where she looped them around several times.
While she could tie a knot at this time that would leave Julie helpless, she
wanted to do more than that. She placed her left upper arm on the brunette's
lower shins at her ankles. By leaning down, her weight pushed Julie's feet down
against her back. As the high heels touched the captive's arms, she used her
right hand to pull the ends of the ropes, drawing all the slack from them. By
moving her body just a little, she could use her left hand to help tie a knot.
When she was finished, she let go.
Julie remained in the position in which she had been tied. Maybe her feet moved
a centimeter or two up from her lower back, but essentially she could not move.
"One more little thing," the woman said as she scooted toward the door.
She stopped at Julie's head. Without another word to the buxom captive, she
slipped the blindfold back over her eyes. "I will be back for you when they are
finished with Theresa. It may be a while. She can take quite a licking and
still keep kicking."
Giggling at her own humor, the woman left, closing the door behind her.
The rapid succession of events left the captive beauty stunned for almost a
minute. Seconds before she had been seated on the floor, now she was trussed up
in a hogtie. She was gagged. She was blindfolded.
"Mmmmfftt."
Yeah, she was gagged real well.
Once the surprise wore off, she decided to see if she had been securely
bound. She began by jerking her feet away from her head. With each jerk the
loops of rope dug into her shoulders and the lower shins. After just two or
three tries, she quit. She knew she was not going to get free that way.
She then went to work on the rope binding her hands behind her back. She tried
to pull on it, but discovered the rope looped about her chest and upper arms
kept her from doing much. She certainly could not pull down any further, and
all the ropes insured that she could not draw her arms up toward her shoulders.
Frustrated at her inability to gain any freedom at all, she began to rock
from side to side. She ended up on her left side, she ended up on her right.
It made no difference, she was still as securely bound at the end as she had
been at the beginning.
She lay on her front when she heard the door open. Instantly she stopped
struggling.
"That was quick!" She thought. She expected Teresa's bondage to take a
long time. She expected to remain there helpless for some long period.
Then a thought occurred to her. Maybe she had been there a long time.
Maybe she had enjoyed her struggling that she had completely forgotten about the
time.
"We have to take you across the hall to a room where there is a device we
want to use with you."
Julie wondered what it was. She thought it might be something painful. She
wanted to resist, but did not try as they removed the rope that held her in that
hogtie position. They did not roll her over, but simply removed the ropes from
her lower thighs and ankles as she lay there.
"Come on! On your feet!"
There was little the buxom brunette could do on her own. Hands pulled her
to her feet. About all she could do was not to resist. (Bound as she was, she
could hardly have resisted if she wanted to.) She felt a tugging on the rope
about her lower thigh. Abruptly, the loops became lose and fell away. Someone
had cut the rope. The same thing happened to the rope about her ankles.
"Come along," a woman's voice sounded in her ears. Hands held her securely
as they pushed her forward. She sensed they had taken her out of the room. She
was in the hallway where anyone could see her. Of course, with the blindfold
on, no one would recognize her. They thought of everything.
No commands were given to her. The hands just turned her around. They pushed
her backwards a meter until she was against something solid. A projection dug
into the backs of her legs.
The hands changed positions. (Actually there was only one pair by now.)
One had on each shoulder forced her to sit down on that projection.
"Having fun?" The woman whipped off the blindfold, tucking it in her belt
for further use.
Julie blinked a few times as her eyes became accustomed to the dim light in
the room.
There were three women working on her. They were all she could see at
first. They forced her to bend forward so the could free her arms. Her freedom
lasted only seconds as one woman pulled each arms behind the wood board where
they tied them together at the wrist. More ropes went about her upper chest,
lower chest, and flat stomach.
When the women moved, Julie saw that there was one other person in the
room. A fifth person knelt next tot he door facing the wall. With her long
black hair it could onl be Theresa. They had bound her hands behind her back,
and tied another rope between her elbows so they were drawn together. More
ropes encircled her body, pinning her arms to her sides. It was obvious she
wore a blindfold.
"Move your knees apart."
The projection she sat on was only a few centimeters deep, but there were
two extension flaring out like the letter "V." More ropes went about her
thighs, one about each lower thigh just behind the knees, and the other at the
top, almost to her crotch.
"Okay. Move her."
Two of the women moved around behind the board. Julie tried to look behind
her to see what they were going to do to her, but she saw nothing. Suddenly she
felt the board move. The part at the top fell toward the floor, while the end
toward her feet rose. When it stoped moving, her fanny was a little lower than
her head.
"Here, we want you to be able to watch."
A woman lifted her head to slid a pillow underneath. This kept Julie's
head raised so she had to stare between her spread legs.
The third woman had been busy with Theresa. She brought the beautiful
brunette over so she kenlt between Julie's legs. The blindfold came off first.
The ballgag was next.
"Tell her she has a beautiful pussy."
"You have a beautiful pusy."
"Tell her it is more beautiful than yours."
"You pussy is much more beautiful than mine."
"Tell her you would like to reward her for having such a beautiful pussy."
"I want to reward you for having such a beautiful pussy."
"Now eat it."
As she gave that command, the woman pushed Theresa's head forward. The
naked captive planted her mouth on Julie's pussy and began to explore it with
slow movements of her tongue.
Julie struggled to try to get free. She felt every rope on her body as she
exploded with one orgasm after another.
Since she was gagged, she could say nothing, but she pleaded with Theresa
to stop using her eyes. The captive sensed Julie's sensual submission was near.
She began to lick faster and faster.
Julie's legs kicked wildly as she came, one orgasm after another.
She pleaded with the mistresses with her eyes for them to make Teresa stop,
but they only smiled at her. She saw one whisper in the ear of another. She
could not hear what was said as she was in the midst of another orgasm.
Julie pulled violently on the ropes binding her in a futile attempt to get
free. As she strained against her bondage, she felt another orgasm begin.
All the mistresses smiled at her. Though Julie did not know it, she had
passed through the first phase of training a free woman to be a slave girl. She
would enjoy being bound and gagged.
Julie threw her head back as far as she could as she emitted another
muffled moan as she came again.
When they finally released her and allowed her to put on her own clothes,
she found Teresa waiting for her in the waiting room.
"Did you have fun?"
A couple of dozen orgasms? What woman would not have fun?
"Yeah."
The two started toward the door.
"Are you coming back tomorrow?"
"I...was...thinking about it."
"Would you like to do something with some guys?"
"Like what?"
"Sort of what happened to you today. Only with guys. Lots of guys."
The buxom brunette had to think about it for only a few seconds.
"Okay."
"I will tell them. Can you come about two?"
She giggled at what she had said.
"Sure."
Teresa noticed the hesitation in the woman's answer.
"What is it?"
"Why did you eat me back there?"
The lovely brunette had a look of total surprise written on her face.
"Why...I had to. They told me to."
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 18
Andrea Anderson knelt on the ground with her legs spread far apart so
anyone standing in front of her could not help but see her pussy. Though her
head was bowed to show her mistresses how submissive she was, her gaze did not
extend down to her pussy. She concentrated on her large titties.
"I wonder how long they can stay like that?" she thought as she stared at
the pointed nipples. She had lost track long before of the number of times she
climaxed as a result of another slave girl licking her pussy. That delicious
torment had ended several minutes before, and yet her nipples were still hard
and pointed. The slave girl suspected it would not take much effort for her to
come again.
She raised her head to see if any of the Amazons showed interest in her.
She suspected that with more training, her face buried in another woman's pussy
would be sufficient to cause her to come. Then she would know she was
completely a slave girl.
She certainly wore the clothing of a slave girl. The corset, straps and
stockings outline her pussy and drew attention toward her uncovered pussy.
Andrea could not provide herself with any modesty as they had bound her wrists
behind her back.
She could hardly wait for that training to begin.
An Amazon appeared suddenly in sight on her right. With her left hand the
mistress pushed the blonde's head back so her nose was in the air. This made it
easy for the woman to attach the end of the leash to the ring on the front of
her collar.
"On your feet, Pussy."
The buxom blonde staggered to her feet. She was incapable of any
resistance. Her entire body was exhausted from the pleasure of having to endure
one orgasm after another. She hated to see the session in the pillories end.
Well, she was not excited about having her tongue in another slave girl's pussy,
but it did give her some degree of satisfaction to have her come again
and again because of Andrea's actions with her tongue. She enjoyed it when her
head was secured in the pillory and one slave girl after another took advantage
of her helplessness.
She staggered forward at the end of the leash, acting as a most obedient
slave girl.
Near the gates of the city, customs officials insured that all slave girls
would enter the town were properly processed. Most of them were from other
towns, perhaps villages, or isolated houses. A few, such as Andrea, were from
the town itself. They would be fingerprinted to establish their identities in
case a conflict arose over who owned whom. If there was data in the files about
the slave girl, they would discard it. Andrea knew that by morning no trace of
her would exist. She would be nothing more than another beautiful slave girl at
the end of her mistress's leash.
Walking with her head bowed, she did not see another beautiful slave girl
being lead toward the same destination. Even if she had seen her, she would not
have recognized her. It was Janice, being readied to be taken into town. It
was getting late in the day, and the Amazons were about to move their most
recent acquisitions into town.
The Amazon led the beautiful blonde to a processing post. This was little
more than a wood post four or five centimeters in diameter. The top, a little
less than a meter above the ground, was padded. Near the ground heavy steel
rings protruded from the sides of the post. Laying on the ground beyond the
post was a pair of adjustable steel rods. Andrea was too interested in the
post to pay them any attention.
Janice was already in position when they arrived at the post. The mistress
who secured her handed a small stool to Andrea's mistress. The woman placed it
on the ground before the post.
"Step up on the stool," she said as she removed the end of the chain leash from
the upper ring on the front of the blonde's slave collar. "I want your belly
on top so you will not fall off."
The beautiful blonde was not completely certain what the woman wanted, but
she stepped forward any way. She leaned forward, discovering that she could
balance her body on that padded top with her head and upper body hanging down on
one side, and her feet on the other
The Amazon kicked the stool to her right where another Amazon was going
with Cindi in tow.
Quickly she moved around Andrea. It was not a good idea to allow slave
girls any freedom at all, particularly if they were new to the collar. Bound
and dressed as she was, She could do nothing to regain her freedom. The Amazon
knew that if they kept a slave girl tethered so she could not run off, she would
be much more submissive. The mistress ran a chain from a ring on the post at
the ground to the blonde's collar. After threading the end through the upper
ring, she ran it as far as it would go. With her left hand she pushed down on
the back of Andrea's shoulders. When she had the chain hooked to a link, Andrea
could not raise her head and upper body.
The Amazon picked up the rods, tossing one on the ground behind the
luscious captive before she walked around the post. On one end of the rod there
was a broad leather cuff. The mistress looped it about Andrea's right ankle.
She had no need to lock it. Andrea certainly was in no position to get it off
on her own.
The Amazon attached the bracket on the other end to the ring on the post.
A few adjustments, and she had it locked securely in place. Quickly she moved
over to the other side to repeat the work with the other rod and the blonde's
left ankle.
She then stepped back to admire her work. The buxom blonde's legs were
spread far apart. In that position her pussy was totally exposed and
vulnerable. Anyone who wanted to could use her pussy
Exhausted by one orgasm after another, Andrea quickly fell asleep. She did
not awake when they took her fingerprints. She did not hear them admiring the
size of her titties. She did not hear the merchant taking off his pants. She
came awake only as she was about to explode in another orgasm.
"Mmmmmfffffftttt!!"
She tried to raise her head in the air, but the short chain between her
slave collar and the post kept her from doing that. Neither could she bring her
legs together (though that would have been impossible since the man stood
between them). She came a second and a third time. The fourth and fifth came
almost at the same time and the sixth was not far behind.
"Mfffftttt!!"
The man pulled his pants up prior to moving down to Cindi to give her a
"test drive."
Andrea struggled with her bondage without any hope of getting free. The
more often she came, the more she wanted to come.
She stopped struggling and felt relieved when another man stepped up behind
her. Primed by the machinations of the first, she came quickly. Again she
uttered a disgruntled, muffled complaint when he was done before she wanted.
The processing of the slave girls' paperwork was done quickly. A nominal
fee was paid. It was time to move them into the city itself.
Andrea felt them free her legs. She let them hang down while they removed
chain to her collar. She felt several pairs on hands on her body as they pulled
it back. She landed on her feet, but was forced to her knees.
"Put your head down."
Staring at her bare thighs, she saw her long, blonde tresses come into
sight as they pulled them in front of her body. This left the buckle on the
strap of her ballgag free. Once the strap was loose, they pushed her head back
so she looked up at them. A pair of hands jerked the rubber ball from her
mouth.
"Are you thirsty?"
The blonde nodded, uncertain if she was allowed to speak or not.
Her blue eyes opened wide as they produced the bottle. It was something of
a baby bottle, but instead of a rubber nipple, it had a rubber cock.
"Beg to suck it."
"Please let me suck it."
"Show us you are worthy of it. Kiss it and then lick it."
Andrea puckered her lips as they demanded and kissed the end of the dildo
She proceeded to lick it as well. After she had totally humiliated herself,
they finally shoved it into her mouth.
Andrea felt the water passing down her throat. The shaft was so far into her
mouth that she had trouble getting it to her lips. The dildo was very large.
She wondered if the real thing would be as large. She wondered if Debbie would
ever let her find out. When they decided she had enough, they replaced the
ballgag. There was more to her bondage now.
They fastened a harness went about her head. On each side, a stiff leather
pad
ten centimeters high by eight wide extended forward so the blonde could not see
on either side of her.
Someone pushed her head forward so she had to look at the ground. More
hands attached chains from the harness to the rings on the sides of her collar.
When they let go, she tried to raise her head but discovered the chains kept her
from doing that One hand against her forehead held her head up as far as the
chains would allow. An Amazon attached another chain to the ring
in back.
They pushed her to her knees behind a kneeling slave girl. All Andrea
could tell was that this slave girl had long, light brown hair. If she had
known Janice before, she would not have recognized her now. No one would
recognize her either.
There was constant movement on both sides of her. Instinctively she tried
to look to the right, but found that the check chains kept her from doing that.
She tried to turn her head in the other direction but discovered she could not
do that either. She could only stare at the ground or the high heels and lower
back of the slave girl ahead of her.
The time arrived for the coffle to start out.
"On your feet, Pussies," the cry went up and down the line. To add
emphasis to the command, the Amazons applied a willowy switch to any captive who
did not respond quickly. Andrea was almost to her feet when she felt the switch
land on her right upper thigh in back. She straightened up quickly. If she had
to be a most obedient slave girl to avoid being punished, then that
was what she would be.
"Move!"
The switch landed again, this time across her already red bottom. She took
a step forward expecting to run into the slave girl before her, but that captive
had stepped forward also.
The coffle was on the move.
In the lead, far ahead of Andrea where she could not see, an Amazon on
horseback led the coffle on its route. The end of the leash of the first slave
girl in the ring was attached to a ring on her saddle. (At least Andrea could
see Janice's back. The first slave girl in the coffle could see nothing but the
horse's behind.)
The customs outpost was several hundred meters from the city's gates. Even
walking slowly because of their bondage and blinders, it took the line of
helpless captives just a few minutes to reach the entrance. The line of
captives passed through the gate and proceeded forward a dozen meters or so.
As the coffle turned right, the direction of the shadows changed. Andrea
realized they were now in town.
She was within the city walls wearing the collar of a slave girl. No one
would help her. She knew further that it was even against the law to free a
slave girl in the city. She knew of no instance where a slave girl was taken
outside and freed. She would remain a slave girl.
The route chosen by the Amazons was one they often took from the gate to their
headquarters. The horse leading the coffle could just about find its way
on its own. If this was a well-traveled route to the Amazons, it was unknown to
the captives. Two minutes after the coffle entered the town, every slave girl
had no idea where she was. Andrea trudged along behind Janice, going where she
was led. The idea of resisting never occurred to her. She was only a slave
girl.
Something that did both her was the absence of comment by free men and
women. Okay, they could not see her face too well, but they certainly could see
her long, blonde tresses and her large exposed boobs. Still, no body made any
comment.
Of course, what the beautiful blonde had forgotten was that she was nothing
more than another slave girl. No one would congratulate her on her body. All
slave girls were beautiful and sexy.
She was nothing more than another animal to be enjoyed.
The coffle stopped in the alley immediately behind the headquarters of the
Amazons. None of the slave girls had ever been there so there was no way any of
them could know that, even without the blinders.
The first two slave girls were removed and taken inside. Janice was next
in line. An Amazon attached the end of a chain leash to her collar and led her
to the left toward the back of the building beside the entrance.
Now it was Andrea's turn. The chain that had connected her to the back of
Janice's collar now dangled down between her large, naked titties. She could
not see it, but she certainly could feel it. A hand came into sight as an
Amazon seized the end of the chain to unfasten it from the ring on the front of
her collar. She could not tell what the woman did with it, but almost
immediately she attached the end of a chain leash to the ring in its place.
That leash hung down as its predecessor had while the woman removed the chain
attached to the back of her collar.
Once all that was done, the mistress led the beautiful blonde over beside
Janice.
"Spread your legs, and bend over."
Once the luscious captive had done that, the Amazon attached the end of the
leash to a ring on the wall a little less than two meters above the street.
There was no need to lock it was no matter how hard she tried, Andrea would
not be able to reach it.
As she stepped past, the mistress patted the captive on her bare fanny.
"Have fun, Blondie."
Andrea knew that in this position, anyone standing behind her would be able
to see her pussy. Her only wish was that some guy would see her in this
position and would available himself of the opportunity.
Standing next to the entrance to oversee the processing of the
newly-collared captives, Marlena motioned one of the Amazons over to her.
"Get a couple of couriers over here to deliver this two. I do not want to
have to post a guard to watch them."
By then the Amazons were leading Gina forward. Just inside the opening
they pushed her to her knees.
The beautiful brunette tried to look around her as they methodically
removed the slave blinders.
One Amazon grabbed a fistful of hair to pull her head back. Another pulled
a white satin slave hood down over her head. It was double-thickness so no
light at all could get through to the captive's eyes. The word "pussy" was
spelled out in red sequins down the front so everyone would know the status of
the wearer even if they could not see her face.
The same Amazon who had buckled the gag strap, now pulled the end of a
satin ribbon together to tie them in a large bow. This secured the cloth about
the beautiful brunette's head so no light could get through. The bow insured
that it would not come off.
The Amazons then pulled their captive to her feet so they could loop a
leather strap about her upper chest above her boobs and under her arms. At one
end there was a large metal ring. On the other was a chain. One Amazon
threaded the chain through the ring. She held the end of the chain above the
slave girl's head to keep the leather strap from becoming loose.
One Amazon on each side of Gina holding on to an arm pushed her
forward."There is a set of stairs in front of you. Put your left foot on the
first one. Good. Then put your right foot up beside it. Do not worry, we will
hold you so you do not fall over. Good. Left foot. Good, good. Now the
right.
One more step to go. First the left. Now the right."
As soon as the captive was on the top step, the Amazon holding the chain
attached the working end of it to a hook hanging down from a track overhead. As
the Amazons stepped back, another of their company who had been working inside
came to take charge of the captive. She needed something to hold onto, and
Gina's pubic hair was easily within reach. Grabbing a handful of hair, she
pulled.
"Mmmmmfffffttt!!"
Gina protested to no avail as her body moved forward. She tried to keep
her feet on the top step, but the Amazons who had guided her to the top now
grabbed her ankles to pull her feet far apart. The Amazon who had held the
chain for the captive, now had a spreader bar. Standing behind Gina, she
slipped it between her thighs just above the knees. The Amazons let go of her
feet to buckle the strap about the captive's lower thigh. In second they were
done.
"Do not dawdle, " the Amazon taunted the captive as she began to pull
again.
The hook was attached to the track by a bracket with rollers. The captive
moved effortlessly inside the Amazon's headquarters.
Marlena stood at the doorway until Jane was brought forward. Gagged and
hooded, she mounted the stairs as each slave girl had before her. Before they
added the spreader bar, the Amazon leader attached a nipple clamp to her right
tit. Jane issued a little moan through her gag, but it was nothing compared to
the sound she made when an Amazon dragged her forward by her pubic hair.
Dangling down from the clamp with a small card with special instructions.
Marlena smiled as she saw the beautiful brunette disappear down the hall to
the front of the building. She had plans for this one. Jane had all the
earmarking of a born slave. If she was correct, she would be the first to
acknowledge her new status.
Gina was thankful they let her go to the bathroom. They then stripped her
down until she wore nothing but high heeled pumps (and of course the satin slave
hood).
Unseen hands held hers together, palm-to-palm, while another set of hands
looped a rope about the wrists. She felt several loops before they were
cinched. When the final knots were tied, she could not escape at all.
The Amazons were not content with making her helpless though. One Amazon
folded a rope in half to create a loop. Passing it under Gina's left arm, she
thrust the working ends through the loop. By pulling on it, she secured it to
the captive's upper arm immediately above her elbow. Running it over to the
right arm, she looped it around once, then ran it back to the left.
Bracing her body by placing a knee against Gina's side, she pulled, slowly
drawing the beautiful captive's elbows together. One Amazon on each side began
to push on her arms to help them move nearer to one another. When they touched,
the Amazon knotted the ends of the rope, then cinched the loops.
The Amazons pulled their naked captive to her knees.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 19
Janice stumbled forward after the horse. She could see little more than its
tail, rump and legs as this courier had fasted slave girl blinders about her
head, prohibiting her from seeing to either side. Periodically she tried to
raise her head but the short check chains that ran from the blinders to her
collar kept her from doing that. The leash ran from her collar to a matching
ring on the side of the courier's saddle. The horse walked quickly, forcing the
naked captive to trot along behind.
Her feet hurt from the high heeled sandals. Since only slave girls wore
high heels, she had no experience in wearing them before today. She wished they
would remove them from her feet but she knew that was impossible. She was
merely a slave girl. The little shoes with the high, narrow heel and the little
straps made her legs look even sexier. No master or mistress would change them
for something more sensible to wear while trotting through the streets at the
end of a leash. (Of course, there was no way the luscious beauty could remove
them on her own. A pair of straps secured them to each foot. Simple buckles
held them secure, but she could not even undo them. Her hands were locked
behind her back. After all, she was only a slave girl.)
Finally they arrived at their destination. Janice knew that only because
the horse and rider leading her had stopped. She had no idea where she was.
She saw movement off to her left. She wanted to look in that direction,
but the leather blinders kept her from seeing in either direction, and the check
chains kept her from turning her head. The only way she could see would be to
turn her whole body, an act she knew would cause her to be punished. If she had
to know where she was, a master or mistress would tell her. If she did not have
to know, no one would say a word to her. She did not know where she was, but it
was much preferable to being punished.
Janice was quickly learning to be a good little slave girl.
Since her bottom still burned from the spankings she received earlier in
the day when the Amazons enslaved her, she would not do anything to warrant
another spanking.
The leash attaching her to the saddle was removed, but immediately replaced
by another leash. Hands spun her to the left and forward. She found the wall
of a building a few centimeters in front of her face.
Hands removed the blinders but she did not dare turn her head to see who
was there.
A copper pfennig appeared in sight against the wall.
"Hold it here with your nose." The voice belonged to a woman, but she did
not recognize it.
The beautiful brunette leaned forward to pin the copper coin against the
wall with her nose. Now, if she turned her head, the coin would fall, and she
would be punished. With her face that close to the building, she could see
nothing.
She knew she was in the hands of someone who knew how to control slave
girls.
She did not hear the courier ride off as all her attention was on the hands
fastening a leather slave hood over her head. The leather bondage device had a
gap in front where the slave girl's her nose was. The woman pulled the bottom
flaps under her chin to fasten them with straps. More straps secured the
leather bondage device to her head.
She felt fingers pulling the coin out from under her nose..
"Come on, Slave Girl. Your mistress is anxious to play with you."
Janice followed where she was led. She moved slowly since she could not
see where she was going. The mistress who controlled her walked behind her with
her hands on Janice's upper arms. Once inside, she undressed, the slave girl
and dressed again as her mistress wanted.
Janice's hands were secured in leather mittens that would not allow her the
use of her hands. She felt someone attach the ends of the leather mittens to a
ring on the back of a leather belt that encircled her slender waist. Not only
was she helplessly bound, she could not use her hands to protect her bottom.
She felt the hands push her forward, and then to the side. One hand on
each shoulder brought her to a stop. Those hands removed the slave hood.
"What do you think, Slave Girl? Are you ready to please?"
The woman laughed. Janice had no choice but to please if she did not want
to be punished.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she realized she would never have
recognized herself as the same woman, then free, who had gone to meet with the
Amazons.
They had her dressed as a French Maid. The uniform was black satin and
extremely short so her legs, encased in sheer black stockings, were instantly
noticeable. She wore a half bra that lifted her titties without covering the
nipples. The low neckline of the minidress allowed most of her titties to her
seen and, more importantly, both nipples.
While she studied her reflection in the mirror, the mistress formed her
long dark hair into pigtails and attached a little white, lace cap to the top of
her head.
"Now show you how well you can curtsey."
Janice's efforts were clumsy and took some work before the woman was
satisfied. Her training began immediately. When the first effort lacked grace,
the woman took action.
"Bend over. Head up. Stare straight ahead."
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The switch landed on Janice's sore bottom. She wore no panties, but satin
provided little protection anyway.
"Now, curtsey again. That still is not good. Bend over."
The mistress's name was Gretchen. She was neither beautiful nor thin.
There were few pleasures in life she enjoyed more than taking a beautiful, young
slave girl, one fresh to the collar, and forcing her to mind. No matter how
well Janice performed, she was still destined for a few whacks on the fanny.
On the fourth try, the slave girl finally curtseyed correctly. The
mistress rewarded her by rubbing both nipples between an index finger and a
thumb. It took only a few seconds for them to become hard. Knowing what
Shelley had in store for this slave girl, she had to smile. Every slave girl
loved having her body played with. This one though would find it to be a
constant source of frustration.
The mistress walked over in front of the slave girl, standing almost two
meters away.
"Do you see this?"
The woman pointed to her crotch. Janice nodded.
"This is where you look on every free woman or man who happens by.
Remember that you exist only to bring pleasure down here. When no one is about,
you stare straight ahead, ignoring everything."
The mistress still had hold of the leash, but she walked around behind the
captive. Janice stared straight ahead at the wall several meters away.
"Come along." She jerked on the leash.
Janice had to trot after the woman to keep up with her. They passed
through several corridors before turning into a room.
The first thing she saw was the pussy and ass of a slave girl. The other
captive lay on her back on a bench with her knees drawn up to her shoulders.
Though there could be no doubt that she was securely bound, she did have some
movement. Attached to each ankle was a belled strap that jingled periodically
as the slave girl struggled with her bondage. Though she could move her legs
some, her pussy remained where her mistress wanted it.
The mistress shoved her to her knees. Without being told, Janice lowered
her face to the floor. The toes of a pair of shoes appeared before her.
"All I wanted was Paulette, but when the Amazons offered to throw you in
for free, how could I refuse?"
The captive beauty recognized the voice. It was Shelley, her new
mistress.
"Come here and say hello to Paulette."
Shelley grabbed her by the pigtails and pulled up. Janice let her head go
where her mistress wanted it to go. Her mistress moved her to the right. She
then felt her nose being pressed into Paulette's pussy.
"They tell me you are rather accomplished already, but I wonder just how
good you are. Go ahead and make her come with your nose."
The captive brunette moved her head up and down. Paulette responded by
jerking her body so the belled straps jingled almost continuously. Janice
discovered that the faster she moved her face up and down, the more Paulette
squirmed. The ringing stopped as she heard a muffled groan from Paulette.
The slave girl had come.
"You are very good. Maybe you were just born to be a slave girl. Let me
see what you can do with you tongue."
The woman removed the gag. With a hand against the back of Janice's head,
she rammed her slave girl's face into the other slave girl's pussy. The
jingling of the bells became almost deafening as the brunette's body was wracked
by one orgasm after another.
"So much for the fun," Shelley said as she pulled Janice's head away from
Paulette's bottom back with her right hand holding a pigtail. "She still has
not officially submitted to be a slave girl." Shelley pulled the slave girl's
head back so her mouth opened. Janice could make no response to that statement
as the mistress was already ramming the rubber ball into her mouth. She pushed
the slave girl's head down so she could easily buckle the ends of the strap
together. The slave girl would not wear this gag long, so she did not bother
putting it under her long tresses.
"Up on your feet, Janice. There. Now step up on this stool so you can
straddle Paulette's legs."
In this position, Paulette's body kept Janice's legs spread apart. At the
same time, Janice's kept Paulette's spread. The two bare asses were near each
other.
"Come on, lean forward. Put your face down near Paulette's."
For the first time Janice got a look at the other slave girl's face. While
she wore a simple ball gag, Paulette wore some sort of double penis-gag. While
there was one dildo in her mouth already, another protruded ten centimeters from
the leather strap. As Janice lowered her face toward the end of the shaft, she
felt her mistress unbuckling the strap of her gag. She stared at the dildo,
knowing where it was destined to go.
Shelley jerked the rubber ball from the slave girl's mouth with her left
hand. Her right forced her face down so she had to take the shaft into her
mouth. She dropped the ball gag to take the end of a short chain that was
fastened to the ring on the front of Paulette's collar. Driving Janice's mouth
further down on the shaft, she attached the other end of the chain to the ring
on the front of her collar.
Janice could not take her mouth off the dildo.
Shelley next secured Janice's legs to the bench upon which Paulette was
fastened. One strap over each ankle insured that the captive could not leave
that position.
"As I said a moment ago, you wear the collar of a slave girl, Paulette, but
you have not submitted. That is an oversight I intend on correcting
immediately. But first...your friend Janice here betrayed you. And while
slavery is certainly just punishment for such a deed, I think a little personal
punishment. In this position, I am certain you will enjoy every blow."
Janice began to struggle with her bondage as her mistress moved to the
bottom of the bench. Bound as she was, there was nothing she could do to stop
the punishment.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Janice's fanny was already sore for her earlier spankings. She did not
need another.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Unfortunately, Janice was not in the position to decide whether she needed
another spanking.
"Whack!!"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
After half a dozen blows to Janice's red bottomcheeks, Shelley adjusted her
target a little. The seventh blow landed on Paulette's pristine, white ass.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
"I did not want you to think I had forgotten you, Paulette."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Four blows were all she needed to turn the buxom brunette's bottom quite
red. The next blow landed on Janice's bottom.
"Isn't this a fun game now? Every time I swing the paddle, you will not
know if I am aiming at your bottom or not."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Paulette was willing to be begged to be used as a slave girl long before
Shelley finished with her. She struggled and thrashed about in her bondage but
it did not good.
The beautiful slave girls knelt at their mistress's feet to await her
pleasure. Paulette was first. She used her tongue to thank her mistress for
turning her into a slave girl.
When she was done (for the moment), Shelley grabbed the buxom woman by the
hair to pull her head back. She pushed the rubber ball back into her mouth.
With both hands she pushed her head down so she could buckle the ends of the
strap together behind her head. She left the strap on top the slave girl's long
hair. She would not be wearing it long. Shelley had better uses for her mouth
than something with which to hold a rubber ball.
"Since I am your new mistress, you know what that means." She slapped both
thighs. "I want you right here."
Slowly Paulette came to her feet. She stared at her mistress's legs,
afraid of what was about to happen to her there. She took a couple of small
steps to the side before bending over. Shelley helped her the rest of the way
so her bare bottom rested on top her thighs.
Whop! Whop! Whop!
The blows were with an open hand, so they were not painful. Well, at least
they were not as painful as that wooden paddle had been.
"Show me what a good time you are having. Cry and moan and kick your
legs."
Paulette knew better than to refuse. The more she struggled, the harder
and more rapidly Shelley delivered the blows.
Suddenly she found herself back on her knees at her mistress's feet with
the gag out.
"Now thank me for spanking you."
Janice knelt a couple meters before Shelley during this exhibition. She
was quite glad this had not happened to her. She had already undergone this
ritual once today.
For a different mistress.
She now had a new mistress, one who would want to show her who was
mistress.
She kicked her legs violently as Shelley slapped her bare bottom with her
hand. The blows continued to fall as long as her mistress wanted to swing her
hand downwards. Janice pressed her mouth against Shelley's pussy to thank her
for spanking her when she was done.
The two little slave girls knelt submissively in their bondage as their
mistress disrobed. Beneath the clothing of a free woman, she wore a lavender
garter belt and sheer black stockings, items more suited for someone wearing a
slave collar. She wore panties and a bra that matched the garter belt, but she
discarded them on her outer clothing. They would only be in the way for what
she had in mind.
"On your feet, Paulette. I want you standing right here in front of me."
The buxom brunette was too much afraid to refuse. She staggered to her
feet. Three small steps brought her before her mistress.
"Turn around."
Shelley removed the handcuffs, but both knew Paulette's freedom would only
be short. The mistress pushed her to her knees, then maneuvered her about so
she lay on a special bench. Paulette knew without being told what her function
would be. Her mistress first fastened a leather strap across her upper chest to
secure her to the device.
Next she secured the buxom brunette's hands to the device. This she did by
wrapping a leather cuff about each wrist. She buckled the cuff closed.
There was no need for a lock as there was no way for the wearer to get the
buckle loose. A twenty-centimeter long chain connected each cuff to the wooden
base of the bench.
Paulette could jerk and pull to her little heart's content without hurting
her wrists.
Next the mistress attached a leather cuff to each lower thigh immediately
above the knee. She then pulled each knee back until it was level with her
body. Another short chain ran from a ring on the cuff to another ring on the
base below her chest.
In this position, the beautiful brunette's pussy was available. Her legs
were spread wide, beckoning the onlooker to available themselves of her
love-nest.
Shelley had other plans though.
Janice was next. She turned the slave girl so she faced a wood box on the
floor. It was on wheels, and one end was higher than the other, but to Janice
it looked just like a box.
Shelley flipped it open with one hand.
"Get in."
On the left side there was a groove cut in the side that matched a groove
that was on part of the side still attached to the lid. Janice stepped forward
and knelt down. Shelley quickly pushed her into position so her neck was at the
side, her head hanging over the edge. The box was quite narrow so it was a tight
fit. Shelley secured her inside by fastening leather straps over her ankles,
knees, waist, back and neck. When she stood up, the beautiful slave girl could
move no part of her body.
Shelley walked around the box to get at the lid. She lower it, then
secured it into position by attaching a series of small locks on latches where
the lid and side came together.
There was no way for the captive to move at all. This was exactly what
Shelley wanted.
She slid the box forward so the slave girl's face was directly over
Paulette's pussy. After removing the gag she turned a knob under the box that
lowered it.
"Kiss Paulette's pussy. Good. Now tell her how beautiful it is."
"You have a beautiful pussy."
"Tell her it is much more beautiful than yours."
"Your pussy is much more beautiful than mine."
"Now, keep that thought in your mind as you eat her. You will not stop for
a second before I tell you to."
Shelley proceeded to fasten a leather strap across the back of Janice's
head to keep her face pressed down against Paulette's pussy.
By the time she rose and went to Paulette's head, the buxom slave girl was
already on her third orgasm. She grunted and moaned through the rubber ball
filling her mouth as she came again, and proceeded to start on a fourth orgasm.
The mistress quickly placed a platform over Paulette's chest that would
enable her to sit on it without restricting the slave's breathing. Her crotch
was already naked so no time was lost. Quickly she pulled the ball gag from the
slave girl's mouth. As soon as she sat on the platform with her pussy pressed
against Paulette's mouth, the slave girl started probing it with her tongue.
Shelley uttered a little moan as she grabbed Paulette's long dark tresses
with both hands. Soon she was undergoing her first orgasm. Paulette was
already working toward her fifth. Shelley made a mental note (which she
immediately forgot) to punish her buxom slave girl if she came more times than
her mistress.
The mistress's pussy served as a gag for Paulette to muffle her screams of
pleasure. Shelley had no such restriction.
"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, yesohyesohyesooooohhhh!!"
The mistress put her head back as she gasped for air. Paulette gave her no
respite though. Before the beautiful mistress had fully recovered, Paulette had
her well on her way to her second orgasm.
Shelley's bed was a four-poster, and from the kicks on each post, it was
used often. When she was so exhausted she could hardly move, she released her
slave girls and had them kneel at the foot of the bed, handcuffs holding their
hands prisoner behind their backs, ballgags insuring their silence.
"On your feet, Paulette. Stand against the bedpost right in front of you.
This will be your bedpost."
Slowly the exhausted beauty staggered to her feet. A half meter from the
bedpost she turned so she faced Shelley. Carefully she stepped back until her
handcuffed arms were against the bedpost.
"On your feet, Janice. I want you to tie her to the bedpost exactly as I
want."
Janice followed the instructions as her mistress told her how to tie the
buxom brunette to the bedpost. Ropes encircled Paulette's chest, waist and legs
so she could not move.
Then it was Janice's turn. Shelley bound her to the post in the exact
position as Paulette.
"Now I want to two of you to get a good night's sleep because we have a lot
of work to do tomorrow to get ready for my wedding. You two will make
beautiful, bondage bridesmaids!"
The two beautiful captives wondered how they could ever fall asleep standing
upright, but, exhausted from the day's travails, each was soon sound asleep.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 20
The motif chosen by Debbie for Andrea to wear was black, or to be more
precise, shiny black satin. That was the color and fabric of her bra. The
beautiful blonde slave girl stared at her reflection in the mirror as the
whipmistress dressed her. She had to admit that the color of the bra contrasted
nicely with her titties. The bra was in reality a half-bra that lifted the
large, supple mounds without covering the pink nipples. Her titties were ready
to be played with.
The garter belt matched the bra - at least it did in front where she could
see it. It was black satin, with black satin ruffles lining the edges. The
black satin framed the blonde curls of her pubic area, instantly drawing
attention to it. The black satin panties went on top. Andrea wondered why
Debbie would want her pussy covered. She then remembered that a mistress
dressed a slave girl in panties only so she could remove them.
The stockings were sheer black, and the high heeled sandals, shiny, black
patent leather.
Andrea's feet were almost able to reach the floor. The whipmistress had
secured leather cuffs to her wrists, then used chains to suspend her from the
ceiling. The blonde hung there limply while the woman dressed her.
The whipmistress made a stunning contrast to the slave girl. Both were
dressed in black, the slave girl in black satin, the mistress in black leather.
Where Andrea was a classic blue-eyed blonde, the whipmistress had dark, almost
black hair with big brown eyes.
The mistress's name was Paula Plankton (though Andrea did not know that).
She was a loyal and trusted employee of Debbie. She was responsible for
Debbie's vast stable of slave girls.
And to be honest, she was more beautiful than some. Perhaps that leather
collar that she kept tucked in her belt for emergencies would one day grace her
neck.
(And everyone knew, that if there was anything brunettes hated, it was a
blue-eyed blonde.)
The whipmistress pulled the black satin gown about the captive's body.
Like all attire for slave girls, it was designed so it could be put on, or
removed, while the slave girl was bound. Once she had it pulled together at
Andrea's waist, the woman snapped it together. This held the flimsy garment in
place while so she could use both hands to pull the material together. Though
Andrea was slender (in all the right places), the gown was so tight that it was
a chore getting it on correctly. Occasionally, the whipmistress had to unsnap
part of it to adjust it on the blonde's body.
Once she was done, she reattached the leather strap about Andrea's ankles.
A short chain connected it to a ring set in the floor. Now that she had the
blonde slave girl dressed, it was time to rearrange her bondage. The
whipmistress turned a crank on a wall. The chains lengthened, slowly lowering
the beautiful captive to the floor. Because she was secured to the ring in the
floor, there was no way Andrea could flee.
The whipmistress continued to lengthen the chain, even when it was long
enough for the blonde to stand on the floor.
"Kneel," she said. The blonde's body sagged against the chains as her
knees grew closer to the floor. Finally they touched. "Put your face against
your knees." The blonde leaned forward. To get her face down where the woman
wanted it, she had to raise her hands in the air. The whipmistress lengthen the
chain a few more centimeters before locking the crank so Andrea could not turn
it by pulling on the chain.
She freed the blonde's left wrist first, pulling it behind her back so her
forearm rested on her lower back. Andrea kept it there when the woman let go.
The whipmistress moved around to the other side of her captive to repeat the
process.
As soon as both leather cuffs were off, she pulled a leather strap from her
belt. She slid it under the blonde's wrists and formed it into a circle. With
practiced hands she stuck the working end through the buckle on the other end.
It only took seconds for her to make the blonde helpless once again.
She went back to the crank to turn it in the other direction. With no
resistance it turned easily. Around and around it went as she drew the chains
up to the ceiling so they would be out of the way.
She smiled as she returned to the kneeling captive. Andrea was so
beautiful that she deserved this fate. This slave girl was her boss's newest
possession, but perhaps she would be lucky and in a few weeks once she grew
tired of her, she would let her employees sample her charms. Until then, she
would enjoy the blonde by securing her in the tightest bondage possible.
She drew another leather strap from her belt as she knelt by the blonde's
side. This one was twice as long as the first. The actual part she would use
to bind Andrea would be little more than what she used to bind her wrists, but
she needed an extra long section so she could get a firm grip on it.
She thrust it under the blonde's arms above her elbows. Quickly she
slipped the working end through the buckle. She braced her left knee against
the slave girl's back to give herself more leverage. Her left hands gripped the
slave girl's right arm just below the elbow. With her right hand she formed a
loop with the strap to give herself a better grip.
Then she pulled.
Slowly she drew the blonde's elbows togther. Her left hand held her arms
in position while her right thumb slipped the pin through the hole.
Andrea's elbows were bound together, and there was nothing she could do to
alleviate the strain.
The whipmistress was not finished. She had not even begun. The straps
were there no to secure the captive for her mistress, but to make it easier to
get the single glove on her. The whipmistress pulled it up the blonde's arms to
the elbows. With Andrea's arms held tightly together from the wrist to the
elbow, she had the blonde helpless.
The next item, and the true bondage device for the little slave girl, was a
black leather single glove. The whipmistress slipped it under the captive's
arms. Once Andrea's hands were in the pocket at the end, she pulled the heavy
zipper from the area of her wrists to the end just above her elbows. She folded
the tab back down so a small ring fit through a slot. When she applied a very
small padlock, there was no way the zipper could come down.
Next she ran the straps from the top of the device over the blonde's
shoulders to insure the single glove did into slid down her arms. One strap ran
from the right across her back to the left shoulder. She ran it over the top,
then tucked it under Andrea's arm so she could slip the end through a buckle on
the left side of the single glove at the top. Once she had repeated the process
with the second strap, this time from the left across the back to the right
shoulder, under the arm to the buckle on the right side.
The final item for the blonde's bondage was a new gag. The whipmistress
had an appropriate one sitting out on a counter. Humming to herself, she
returned the kneeling slave girl. She first unbuckled the strap that held the
red rubber ball in her mouth. Without a word of warning to the beautiful
captive, she grabbed a handful of hair with her left hand to pull the head up.
Her right hand jerked the rubber ball from the blonde's mouth with one motion,
then rammed a new gag in with a return sweep.
This gag consisted of a rather large, black leather bag that filled the
captive's mouth so she could make nothing more than muffled grunts. A thin
black strap held it in the wearer's mouth. The whipmistress pushed the blonde's
face down toward the floor again so she could fasten the ends of the strap
together behind her head with a snap. Debbie could remove the gag with ease,
while Andrea could do nothing about getting it out of her mouth.
"On you feet."
With her feet still secured to the ring in the floor, there was little she
could do to get up. The whipmistress grabbed her by the shoulders to haul her
to her feet. Before freeing the cuffs and chain that kept her in place, she
slipped a black leather blindfold over Andrea's face. The blonde could not run
off without bumping into everything. She stood there helplessly while the
whipmistress freed her feet.
The mistress carried the chain and cuff to the counter. She was in no
hurry. She knew that with that blindfold on, the buxom blonde was going nowhere.
She pulled a chain leash from a peg on the wall before returning to her charge.
She found the blonde exactly as she had left her.
The mistress attached the end of the chain leash to the ring on the front
of Andrea's collar. She saw the beautiful blonde slave girl tense as she
anticipated the order to move. She ordered the slave girl to move simply by
tugging gently on the leash, The blindfold the blonde followed the mistress
where she was led. She was only a slave girl, bound, gagged and helpless. There
was nothing else she could do but obey.
Andrea could feel the tight material of the satin dress pressing against
her body. She knew the dress was extremely tight. Still, she discovered she
could walk with ease regardless of how tight it felt on her hips and fanny. As
she toppled down the hallway after the mistress at the end of the proper leash,
she thought about the outfit she wore. It was tied through the chest and hips
and her bottom. She felt her bottom cheeks press against the material with each
step she took. However, the dress allowed her to walk with relative ease. She
wondered why.
"So here it is my little present," she heard Debbie exclaim. She
continued forward in the director of the voice. She stopped moving forward when
the tension on the least stopped. A gentle dg downward, told her to kneel.
Carefully she lowered her left knee toward the floor. As soon as it touched,
she brought her right knee down to join it. She was on her knees before her
mistress, the ideal position for a slave girl.
She remained kneeling for several minutes. She was only a slave girl. Her
mistress would deal with her when she was ready, and not a second before.
When it came time to play with her new toy, Debbie leaned forward to
remove the blindfold from about Andrea's head. The beautiful blonde slave girl
blinked several times as her eyes became accustomed to the light in the room.
Andrea stole a glance in Debbie's direction. Her mistress sat in a chair
at the end of a dining table wearing clothing more fitting for a slave girl
than a mistress. The motif was lavender. She wore a diaphanous lavender
nightgown. Through the thin material, Andrea could see the dark circles of the
mistress's nipples. Debbie wore matching panties and a frilly garter belt.
"I am so glad you could join me for dinner," Debbie cooed. She extended
her right hand to touch Andrea's left cheek. She smiled as she did that,
anticipating the pleasure the beautiful blond would bring her.
First things first, though. The little slave girl had not been fed all
day. Debbie wanted to keep her healthy so she would be in the best shape to
please her. Twisting her body about, she pulled a bench out from behind her
chair. Then turning back, she talked a platter from the table and set it on the
bench.
"Here it is your dinner, Andrea. In the future, you will have a time
limit in which to eat, but since this is your first meal at a slave girl, I am
going to give you as much time and you need to eat it all."
Reaching behind the blonde slave girl's head, she unfastened the buckle
that held the strap about Andrea's head. Her hands then grabbed the thin strap
where it emerged from the edges of the blonde mouth. Slowly she pulled forward.
Andrea had to open her mouth as wide as she possibly could. The gag was so
large that she had a difficult time getting her jaws are enough apart so that
her mistress could pull out the leather bag that served as Andrea's gag.
Holding the gag in her left hand, Debbie twisted to the right. With her
right hand she slid the bench forward until it was immediately in front of
Andrea.
"Just remember. You can only use your tongue. Take as long as you need.
But you had better eat it all."
Andrea stared at the food on the plate. She knew that it was quite
nutritious, even though it no doubt had no taste. It was full of vitamins and
minerals and other good thing that would keep her healthy. A good mistress
always took care of her slave girls.
Slowly Andrea moved her upper body forward. Then she lowered her face
toward the plate. When her lips were only a couple of centimeters from the soft
food on the plate, she extended her tongue. Slowly the captive blonde slid her
tongue forward across the food, picking up as much of it as she cried. She was
right. The food had no taste. But she was so hungry she did not care. She
extended her tongue once again. This time she moved it faster. Her tongue
lapped up the tasteless food. Faster and faster her tongue went.
She knew there was a purpose to this. Her mistress could beat her and
make it much faster. This was part of her training. Even when she ate she was
in training as a slave girl to help please her mistress. Every time her tongue
put forward, she was strengthening it. In just a short time she would be quite
capable of going long periods of time to please her mistress.
It took over half an hour, but finally Andrea lapped all the food from the
plate with her tongue. She then raised her head in the air. Debbie was ready
with the gag. Her left hand was against the back of the blonde head, the steady
it, while her right held the leather bag in front of her mouth. Andrea opened
her mouth as wide as she could. Debbie rammed the leather bag against the
blondes lets. Slowly the leather bag disappeared into Andrea's mouth. Debbie
then pushed down with her left hand to force Andrea's based toward the war. The
blonde band forward. The mistress grabbed both ends of these straps to pull it
together behind her slave girl's head and passing it together.
"Come here, on then, I want to play with you."
Debbie held Andrea's shoulders and pulled gently on them. The blonde came
to her feet. As Debbie pulled, the blonde captive moved around in front of
her.
That was when Andrea discovered why she could walk in that tight dress.
Debbie slipped her hands in it to get at her panties. The dress was split up
the front from the hem all the way to her crotch. It was seductively tight in
all the right places, but it allowed her mistress access to important parts of
her body.
She felt Debbie's hands fumble around for the waistband of her panties.
Once she had them, she pulled down slowly, allowing her fingertips to play
across the blonde's bottom.
Andrea found herself enjoying her mistress's touch.
When the panties were at her feet, Debbie helped her to step out of them.
The blonde slave girl then allowed her mistress to maneuver for onto her
lap.
Debbie began kissing the blonde's neck. Her right hand fumbled Andrea's
left breast. Despite her wishes, Andrea found herself becoming aroused by its
manipulation of her body. She wondered if it was her destiny to please others.
She certainly was adopting the traits of a slave girl very quickly.
Debbie's right hand slid down the blonde's body toward her crotch.
Andrea's
legs had been slightly apart. As her mistress's hand approached her love nest,
she pulled them together.
Debbie reached around the blonde to smack for on the bottom with her right
hand.
"Bad girl!" She slapped the blonde's bottom again "bad girl!" she
repeated.
The beautiful mistress's hand moved to the blonde's chest but this time it
was not to fondle those large jugs. Her hands pulled down on the bodice of the
dress to expose both of Andrea's titties.
"I guess I am going to have to teach you that a slave girl must keep her
legs apart."
Debbie really had expected this reaction from Andrea. After all, Andrea's
entire life had been dedicated to keeping her knees together. Now, as a slave
girl, she was expected to keep them apart for all mistresses and masters. The
mistress leaned to the right to pick up a tit clamp from the floor. Her left
arm encircled Andrea's body. The index finger and some of her left hand gently
gripped the nipple of the blonde left tit. Slowly she rolled the nipple back
and forth to make it hard and pointed. Once it had done that, and there was no
way Andrea could keep her body from reacting to this sexual assault, Debbie
attached the clamp to the nipple. She pulled her left arm back in front of her
so she could get at the blonde's right nipple. Once it was hard and pointed,
she attached a tit clamp to it.
"I had hope we could avoid this part of your training, but I see that
simply have to be taught to obey."
The brunette smiled as she grabbed the tit clamp attached to Andrea's left
nipple with both hands. Her right index finger and thumb held the wheel that
determined how far apart the wings of the clamp would be. Slowly she rotated it
to the right. She stared only at the clamp, but she heard a whispering from
her new slave girl. From the look in her beautiful blue eyes, Debbie knew that
Andrea would be willing to do anything to have her mistress remove that from her
body, but she had to be taught a lesson. Debbie released her grip on the clamp
and grabbed the other she twisted the wheel until it was as tight as the first.
As soon as she had seen the nipple clamp, Andrew had spread her legs as far
apart as she could in a vain attempt to persuade her mistress not to use it on
her. Debbie noticed that the blonde's legs were spread, but still wanted to
impress upon her slave girl that she had to obey.
"You think they are tight enough?"
The blonde nodded. They were extremely uncomfortable. Looking down, she
knew
they were tightened only partway. Debbie could make them much tighter. Debbie
could put her titties in much more pain.
"I do not think so."
Debbie grabbed the right hit clamp again. Slowly she gave the wheel a turn
to the right. She heard the murmur of pain from the blonde again. She had
chosen that gag on purpose because she knew it would keep Andrea from making a
lot of noise. It was always the same for a new slave girl. She had to
experience some pain before she realized that she could do nothing but obey.
Debbie had some slave girls in her stable that were so well-trained that she
believed she could paddle them without a gag and they would not cry out. Okay,
she would not do it, but she believed she could.
"I wonder how many more turns it would take until the clamp is closed all
the way?"
Andrea grunted disapproval as best she could. The leather bag filling her
mouth did a wonderful job. Her mistress only heard a moan. Andrea shook her
head, long blonde tresses flying from the agitated movement of her head.
Debbie put her right hand down between Andrea's legs. She teased her
slave girl's pussy before inserting her index finger. The blonde reacted as she
expected.
"You know, Andrea," Debbie cooed in her ear, "I bet I could teach you to
enjoy having those clamps on." She planted a most sensuous kiss on her cheek.
The blind shook her head violently as soon as Debbie removed her lips. She
knew it was true. She had seen slave girls who had been trained to become
aroused at the touch of a paddle on their fannies. Why not clamps on nipple?
Andrea did not want that. She only wanted to get down on her knees before her
mistress so she could make her come with her tongue.
When Debbie thought the blonde had learned her lesson, she removed the
nipple clamps. "I am putting them right over here so I can get them if I need
them. Do you think I will need them again?" Andrea shook her head vigorously.
"Are you going to be a good little slave girl?" The blonde nodded.
Debbie smiled at Andrea's submissiveness as she removed the gag from her
mouth. Her left arm encircled the blonde's head so she could hold her face
against her. Their lips touched. Debbie extended her tongue into Andrea's
mouth. The blonde did this same. She had learned her lesson. Debbie felt
herself being aroused simply by kissing this blonde slave girl.
Meanwhile, Debbie's right hand had been playing with the slave girl's
pussy. She knew that it would not take for want to get the buxom blonde
aroused. Soon she had Andrea writhing on her lap. Andrea was just as hot as
she was, probably even hotter.
In just a few minutes, Andrea found herself on her knees with her face
very between her mistress's legs. Her tongue performed the same operations it
had when she was eating. It flipped forward and back, forward and back. She
felt Debbie's hands on the back of her head, pressing her face into her pussy.
It was late at night when Debbie was finally satisfied. She led her blonde
slave girl to her bed. Andrea knelt at the foot of the bed with her face
against her knees while her mistress went for a new gag. This one was rubber
with a whole in the center of it. Debbie pulled the blonde's head back with her
left hand while her right hand held the gag in front of her face. The beautiful
slave girl willingly opened her mouth when her mistress brought it against her
lips. She had to spread her lips even further apart then she had with the
leather bag so that her mistress could hit the entire thing in.
When she got the gag, Debbie also got a spandex slave hood for the blonde
captive. Once the rubber gag was in the blonde's mouth, she pulled the bright
blue slave hood down over her head. With the tight hood covering her head,
there was no need to secure the gag in the slave girl's mouth. The tight
material kept Andrea from pushing it out with her tongue.
Debbie then removed the single-glove from her slave's arms.
"Slide back on the bed until I tell you to stop," she ordered.
Andrea put her hands on the bed to lift her bottom up to make it easier for
her to slide. She moved back several centimeters at a time until Debbie finally
said, "Stop!"
Debbie then pulled a thick pad out from under the bed and placed it on the
bed next to the blonde's bottom. She got on her knees to Andrea's left.
"Raise your fanny off the bed, and hold it there until I tell you to let
it down."
As soon as the blonde slave girl did that, her mistress slid the pad
underneath her bottom.
"O. K.. Now lay back down with your legs spread as far apart as you can."
Debbie slid off the bed as her blonde slave girl did that. She started at
Andrea's left foot, attaching a leather cuff to the left ankle. She ran a short
chain from a ring on the cuff to a matching ring on the bedpost on that side.
Walking around to the other edge of the bed, she repeated the process with the
blonde's right ankle. There was little slack in the chains though
they certainly were not taut.
Debbie then made her way to the head of the bed. After she attached a
leather cuff to Andrea's right wrist and pulled that arm toward the corner of
the bed, she attached the end of a chain to a ring on the cuff. The other and
of the chain was attached to a heavy wooden beam that ran across the top of the
bed. Debbie then walked around the bed to get to the blonde's left arm where she
repeated the process.
The beam was suspended by two chains running down from overhead pulleys.
By working a crank on the wall, the beautiful mistress lengthened the chains.
This, in turn, slowly lowered the beam toward the floor. As it descended, it
pulled the blonde slave girl's arms out toward the corners of the bed. Debbie
stopped the downward movement when she had the blonde's body stretched
spreadeagle on the bed. Because of the pad under her bottom, that part of
Andrea's body was elevated higher than her arms, legs or chest.
Debbie climbed into bed with her newly-acquired slave girl. With her right
hand she lifted Andrea's head off the bed so she could slip a pillow underneath.
She wanted the blonde to be comfortable. Okay, she was not likely to get much
sleep bound in this position, but Debbie did not want her muscles too sore,
particularly those in her neck and shoulders. She would need those to please
her mistress the next day.
The mistress then snuggled up against the body of her helpless slave girl.
Her right hand moved in between Andrea's legs to play with her pussy. She had
done this often before so she knew by touch alone just how much to fondle her
without causing her to come. A few days of bringing pleasure to others without
having any herself would make her even more submissive.
Debbie pulled her hand away. Her right arm went along the left of Andrea's
body as she snuggled closer. Soon she was sound asleep.
While Debbie slept, her beautiful blonde slave girl lay there awake, unable
to sleep in that position. In the morning she had been a free woman. Slave
girls used to bring pleasure to her. But now she was only a slave girl, a
little more beautiful than the others perhaps, but a slave girl nonetheless.
She wondered if she could please her mistress enough in the morning to keep
her from punishing her.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 21
The courier pushed Gina's face toward the wall, so he could place a copper
pfenning under her nose. This forced the beautiful brunette to stand with her
face so close to the wall that she could not see what was going on about her. If
she moved her head at all, the coin would fall to the ground. The man did not
have to warn her that she would be severely punished if that happened.
The first thing in the morning, the Amazon had cleaned her up and dressed
her for travel in public. This took only seconds. They fastened a pair of
white, patent-leather high heeled sandals to her feet. About her waist they
wrapped a flared, pink satin miniskirt. The skirt was so short that anyone
standing behind her could see her bottom cheeks peeking out from beneath the
hem. The miniskirt served no other purpose than to be embarrassingly short.
Having it on would be worse for the luscious brunette than if they took her out
in public bare-assed naked.
Once they had her dressed (so to speak), her mistresses set her out in the
alley for pickup by the courier service. The courier came early as the Amazons
were one of the company's best customers. They always had some slave girl who
needed to be transported from one part of the town to another. The business was
good so the price was low
Once the courier had the slave girl blinder's secured about the brunette's
head, he added her to the coffle secured behind his horse. He attached a chain
that ran from the ring on the front of Gina's collar to the ring on the back of
the collar of the girl before her. With a quick squeeze of the brunette's right
tit, he was ready to go.
Gina found herself led through town as countless other slave girls had.
Though this was her town, she had no idea where she was because of the slave
girl blinders. All she could see was the street at her feet and the bare legs
of the slave girl ahead of her in the coffle.. The day before she had been a
free woman, but she had been lured outside the city walls where there was no
protection for a young, beautiful, and voluptuous woman. The Amazons had made
her place her throat in the slave collar as a sign of submission. At the time,
anything was better than being spanked. Though she was still afraid of
receiving another spanking, she wished she had not submitted. She had no choice
though at the time. They would have continued to flail away at her
bottom until she gave in.
Once they arrived at her destination, the courier removed the slave girl
blinders but forced her to stand with her face against the wall. A chain tether
ran from the ring on the front of her collar to a ring on the wall. Though he
did not lock it, Gina could not reach it to free herself.
She could see nothing but the brick wall a couple of centimeters before her
eyes. She had no idea what building this was, or what alley or street she stood
in. She guessed it was an alley. She had assumed the normal stance of a slave
girl with her legs spread far apart. Bent forward as she was, her pussy was
visible to anyone walking behind her. She heard noise from wagons and
horses (and perhaps pony girls) moving past, but no one fondled her pussy.
She waited only a short time before a woman came for her. Before allowing
her to move her face from the wall, she slid a leather blindfold over Gina's
eyes. The tether chain was exchanged for a leash.
"Come along," the woman said at the same time Gina felt a jerk on the
leash. The slave girl followed in the direction indicated by the jerk on her
leash. After a few steps, they changed directions. Gina knew they were going
through a doorway.
Once inside the woman removed the blindfold. Gina saw several slave girls
tethered, each naked and bound, some with blindfolds. All wore gags as a slave
girl never had anything to say that a free person would want to listen to.
"Kneel."
She quickly lowered her left knee to the floor, then brought her right down
to join it.
"Knees apart, head down."
She shifted each knee a few centimeters to the outside. As soon as her
head was down against her knees, the mistress threaded the end of the leash
between her legs. She lifted Gina's feet to bring them together, then looped
the working end of the chain about the spike high heels to hold it taut.
Gina had to remain in this submissive position with her bare bottom raised
in the air. She was a slave girl in the presence of free women. This degrading
position suited her new status in life.
"So this is the new merchandise Marlena that sent us."
She heard the sounds of two or three sets of boots on the floor .moving
around her. Even without the blindfold she could see nothing with her face
against her knees. She was only a slave girl so there was no need for her to
see. She had only to obey the orders of her mistresses, or suffer the
consequences..
"Let us see what they gave us this time."
Gina realized she was not the first slave girl the Amazons had sent here.
They removed the leash from her ankles so she could straighten up. She did
not though. She knew better than to move without orders. Her head came up
suddenly when a hand grabbed a fistful of her long, dark hair and pulled back.
The mistress did not release her grip on Gina's lovely tresses when the slave
girl knelt upright. The hand continued to pull backwards, forcing her face
upwards.
She heard murmur of approval from those mistresses gathered about her..
"This is one of the best they have given us," she heard someone say.
"I might be willing to rent her myself," another voice said. She heard
laughter.
"I know she is new to her collar, but as beautiful as she is, I think we
should rent her out immediately. If she passes the test."
This was to be her immediate fate. The others murmured in agreement. Gina
had no idea what this test consisted of, but she was pretty certain she would
not like the questions.
When the mistress holding the leash jerked up, the beautiful brunette came
to her feet. The mistress pulled forward gently. Gina followed. The other two
mistresses moved aside to let her mistress pass. Gina followed obediently
behind her at the end of the leash. The other two mistresses followed Gina.
They did not want to miss this.
Gina glanced from one side to the other as she hurried down the hallway
after her mistress. She wondered where she was. The corridor had doors and
slave girls. Some of the captives turned to look at the two of them pass. She
saw their arms move as they struggled with their bondage. No doubt they were
new slave girls who had not yet learned to obey. Gina had to wonder if they
were newer to the slave collar than she, or was she merely more submissive.
Most slave girls ignored the mistresses and slave girl moving down the
corridor. They faced the wall with legs spread far apart. Some were dressed,
others were naked. After the second or third one, Gina realized they wore
blindfolds. Their hands were either bound with rope or handcuffed behind their
backs. She caught a glimpse of a short tether chain once. Gina knew they were
going nowhere without their mistresses' approval.
Finally they halted at a door. The mistress leading her halted so the
slave girl did also. Another mistress leaped toward the door. Though it was not
locked, she had to struggle to open it. Gina saw the door was thick as were the
walls. She was certain this room was soundproof. A new slave girl could scream
her head off and no one would hear.
Gina decided as she passed through the doorway that she was going to give
them no reason to punish her.
Gina looked around in terror. The room held a number of bondage devices
they could be used to convince a slave girl behave. Some she recognized, others
she did not. All she knew were capable of holding a slave girl in a degrading
position so her mistress could do anything to her that she wished.
The mistress led her to a wooden device at the far end of the room. When
she was at the foot of the device, the mistress turned to grab Gina by the arms
and turn her so her back was against the device. The woman removed the leash
from the ring on the front of the collar. As she stepped around behind Gina,
the other two mistresses held her arms at the elbow to keep her a prisoner. In
second they had the handcuffs removed from her wrists.
As soon as her arms were free, the two women holding her arms pushed her
backwards so she lay on the device. They pulled her arms down toward the floor
where there were many leather cuffs. The beautiful brunette made no effort to
resist as they wrapped leather cuffs about her wrists and buckled them tight.
Riveted to each cuff was a steel ring. Permanently attached to the rings were
short chain that connected the cuffs to rings set in the base of the device.
Once the cuffs were secured to a captive's wrists, she could not raise her hands
more than a few centimeters from the floor. The cuffs buckled in such a way
that the captive could not free herself.
The two mistresses came to their feet. They then proceeded to fasten the
other straps across the beautiful slave girl's naked body. One strap went
across her upper chest just above those large tits. Another went across her
flat stomach. The mistresses pulled the working end of each strap through
buckle so there was no chance that it could come loose, or that the captive
slave girl could escape. When they stepped back to admire their handiwork, they
had Gina securely strapped down against the top of the device.
The two mistresses then shifted toward the brunette's legs. One grabbed
each calf. In unison they pulled her legs up, and then back toward her head.
They stopped only when they had Gina's knees against the sides of her chest.
With one hand each held her legs in that position while the other hand slipped a
leather strap across the back of the thigh. The third mistress started on
Gina's right, pulling the working end of the strap down so she could thread it
through a buckle mounted on the side of the bondage device. When she stood up,
she signaled the mistress to release Gina's leg. The slave girl's leg shifted
forward a little.
Humming to herself, the mistress made her way around to the other side of
the device to finish the job.
Gina looked down at the position they had forced her body into. Her legs
were pulled apart and back so her pussy was totally available. She knew that
they needed little provocation to give her a severe beating. She was, after
all, only a slave girl. She knew she would be willing to do anything to avoid
having her pussy beaten.
Gina did not realize that this was their intention. They did not want to
hurt her. They merely wanted to insure that she obeyed everything degrading
command they gave her.
Hands raised her head from the device. She fell them fumbling with the
buckle at the back of her head. More hands slid a pad beneath her head to keep
it head raised. In a matter of seconds they had the gag from her mouth.
A mistress straddled her face so her pussy was pressed against slave girl's
mouth.
"Now to see how good you are, or do you need a little punishment first?"
If there was one thing that Gina did not want was "a little punishment" so
she quickly thust her tongue inside the mistress's pussy. She had done this to
the Amazons so this was nothing new.
Since the mistress's entire life was dedicated to having beautiful women
please her, it did not take this woman long to come. Her hands clutched at the
slave girl's hair, pulling up to move Gina's face tighter into her crotch. It
took only seconds for her to come the first time. The time between the first
and the second was even shorter. The third and fourth followed quickly. Gina's
tongue was untrained, but it did not matter. She knew how to please a mistress.
As soon as she was convinced Gina would perform as they wanted her to, she
dismounted from slave girl's face so another mistress could climb on top. The
third waited impatiently for her turn.
The first mistress left the room to pass the word that they were testing
out a new slave girl. The mistresses always found it fun to test out a new
tongue. A line soon formed outside the door. In less than an hour, the
beautiful brunette serviced a dozen women.
The three responsible for determining her fate met in the corridor outside
the room while the last mistress was test-driving Gina's tongue.
"Perhaps a little training would be in order, but as beautiful as she is, I
think we can start making money on her right away. Do you agree?"
The only reply was a pair of nods. They ran a reputable house. The
customers would know of the relative inexperience of the slave girl. Gina would
gain "on-the-job training."
The three reentered the room as the mistress dismounted from on top the
slave girl's face. They were only halfway to Gina when the mistress rammed a
ball gag into the brunette's mouth. The rubber ball filled the woman's mouth
though the straps were not fastened. It was good policy to keep a slave girl's
mouth plugged when it was not in use.
The three freed their captive from the bondage device, but as soon as they
had her on her feet, they pushed her to her knees.
"Face against your knees. Hands together behind your back."
They smiled with satisfaction as Gina did as they ordered. She was well
on the way to becoming a good slave girl.
One mistress formed a pliable rope in half while another buckled the ends
of the leather strap together behind the back of her head. The mistress then
thrust the loop of rope under Gina's wrists so she could put the ends through
that loop. Quickly she pulled it tight, then added several more passes so a
total of eight loops of rope encircled her wrists. She cinched loops before
tying a knot. She then ran the ends of the rope up to the captive's elbows. She
passed them around Gina's upper arms at the elbow. By pulling on the ends of
the rope, she drew Gina's elbows together.
Bound in this position, Gina was even more helpless than if they had tied
her wrists only. She could move no part of her arms. She knew she could not
resist as they hauled her to her feet. A blindfold increased her helplessness.
The leash gave them an easy way to control her.
The mistress led the captive beauty into another room where half a dozen
slave girls knelt, helplessly bound, but other than that, ready to serve. They
all were dressed as sexy French Maids in skimpy black satin costumes. Gina cast
a quick glance across the group and decided that not a single one of them was as
beautiful as she was. She was not surprised that they functioned as maids.
The mistress jerked down on the leash, signaling the slave girl to kneel.
The captive lowered her left knee to the floor, then brought her right down to
join it. The mistress removed the leash from the front of the slave collar, but
reattached it to the ring in back. After passing the working end around the
slave girl's ankles, she attached the end of the leash to one of the links.
This forced the beautiful brunette to remain kneeling. If she tried to move at
all, she would likely end up on her front in a hogtie with the leash from her
ankles pulling on the collar.
Another mistress had already begun freeing the French Maids. When she was
done, she snapped her fingers. They bounded to their feet and went to work.
They cleaned Gina off and applied makeup. Her lips were made Ruby red.
Eyeshadow and mascara were added. Gina could not see what they did to her, but
she felt certain that they were making her even more beautiful and she had been.
With so many slave girls working on her at once, it did not take them very
long to finish with her. Once each was done, she returned to her place in the
line where the mistress reapplied her bonds. In just a few minutes, Gina knelt
by herself again.
The mistress who had brought her to this room had waited patiently to the
side while the little slave girls went about their mindless tasks. When they
were done, she returned to the beautiful brunette. She moved the leash around
to the ring on the front of the collar, and used it to lead her from the room.
In the center of the next room there were a number of carts with a pair of
posts, one on each side. The mistress led her toward the last in line. She
stepped over the cart, forcing Gina to follow. She stopped the slave so she
stood on the cart between the posts. Before the mistress removed the leash, she
bent over toward the post on the right. Gina tried to look to see what the
woman did without being obvious about it. She saw nothing. When the woman
straightened up, she had in her hand a chain that ran from a ring on the post
about a meter and a half above the cart. She attached the end of the chain to
the ring on the left side of the brunette's slave collar. She bent over in the
other direction. In seconds she had the slave girl tethered between the two
posts. Only then did she remove the leash.
Once again Gina was helplessly tethered. She could not move from that
spot on the cart.
Without a word to the captive, the woman left the room. Gina turned her
head to watch as much as she could, but the collar and chains insured that she
could not see behind her.
She was alone for only a few minutes. At no time did she struggle with her
bondage. She knew she would not be able to escape, and would be punished for
trying.
"Let me see what kind of goods we have here."
The voice came from behind her. She did not recognize it. To the voice
was added a figure as a new mistress moved around in front of her. Gina
continued to stare straight ahead, but at the same time looked at her mistress
out of the corner of her eye. She did not recognize her.
Without another word, the woman reached up with both hands to fondle the
beautiful woman's right tit. Thumbs and index fingers massaged the nipple until
it was hard and pointed. The mistress been turned her attention to the other
tit. She laughed as Gina had to close her eyes. She knew the beautiful slave
girl was becoming aroused.
As suddenly as she had begun this sexual assault on the captive, the
mistress stopped. She could tell by the strange look in Gina's eyes that she
wanted her to continue. Smiling politely, she patted the naked slave girl on
her right tittie.
"If you are a good little slave girl today, maybe you will get some
tonight. Keep thinking about that. Of course, if you are a bad little slave
girl, well, you would be surprised how much spanking the female behind can
take."
Without a word she disappeared behind the slave girl again. Gina stood
there naked for only a couple of minutes before the mistress returned with two
slave girls. These also were dressed as French Maids. While the mistress stood
there with her arms folded across her chest to approve their work, they changed
her bondage. They freed her arms from the ropes but immediately attached
leather cuffs to them. They ran a chain from a ring on each cuff to ring on the
top of the post this forced the beautiful brunette to stand there with her arms
held out from her body, her hands level with her eyes.
The French Maids then attached leather cuffs to Gina's ankles. They began
with her right leg. One threaded a chain through the ring on the cuff. While
she pulled it to the right toward the post, the other French Maid lifted her
foot in the air.. When the first slave girl hooked the end of the chain to one
of the links, the beautiful brunette had to stand with her right foot raised
several centimeters off the surface of the cart. As long as the spike high heel
was, it still would not reach the surface of the cart.
The two then turned their attention to her left leg. They pulled it to the
left, raising it in the air. One held it there while the other threaded the
chain through the ring. When they were done, the beautiful captive was bound
spreadeagle between the two posts.
They were not content to stop at binding her in this helpless position.
One went to each post. By working levers, they shortened the chains to her
wrists. They stopped only when Gina's body was spread so taut that she could
move nothing but her hands and her head.
As soon as they were done, the two French Maids knelt on the floor facing
the door. They lowered their faces to their knees and put their hands behind
their backs. The mistress attached a pair of handcuffs to their wrists. When
she snapped her fingers, the two raised their heads until their backs were
straight. Each held her chin in the air so the mistress could attach the end of
a leash to each collar. The mistress said nothing but jerked up on the leash
when she was done. The slaves girl came to their feet, and followed their
mistress from the room.
Gina, of course, saw none of this. Even if she had dared to turn her head
to see what happened behind her, she would have been unable to see anything as
her long hair would have been in the way.
She did hear the sound of the slave girls' high heels clicking across the
floor as they left the room. She knew the mistress had led them away. Once
again she was alone. She wanted to try to escape you that was impossible. She
simply could not struggle into position. Her bondage was too tight. She was
helpless.
The mistress returned in a few minutes leading two more slave girls. Gina
tried to turn her head to look at them but could not.
The head of each was encased in an leather slave hood. The arms of each
were encased in leather, so their hands were against the opposite elbow. Except
for black, satin garter belts, sheer black stockings, and black patent leather
high heeled sandals, they were naked.
Gina jerked her head to try to get her hair out of the way but still could
see nothing. She heard the sounds of their high heels as they moved around.
The mistress turned them about so their backs work toward the right side of
Gina's cart. She controlled them by means of leash run to the rings on the
front of their collars. She held both leashes in her left hand. In her right
she held a switch which she used to prod the naked captives into the correct
position.
When she had them where she wanted them, she jerked down on the leashes.
The two fell to their knees. There was no grace in the downward movement. They
were being used as beasts of burden as a punishment. They knew the mistress
would not hesitate to punish them. Where they knelt, the soles of their shoes
almost touched the side of the cart.
The mistress fastened a broad leather belt about the waist of the slave
girl on the right. Riveted to it in back was a large ring to which was
permanently attached a chain. She ran the chain to a ring on the corner of the
cart.
Moving around to the other side, repeated the process with the slave girl
on the right. When she finished, she linked them together by a chain about half
a meter.
She then turned her attention back to Gina. The beautiful captive watched
as her mistress moved around in front of her. For almost a minute she stood
before her, hands on hips. Without a word, she then moved behind her. She felt
the cart move as the woman stepped on it behind her. She felt both woman's
hands on titties.
"I hope these girls are staying hard and pointed," she said as she fondled
the nipples "I know you are inexperienced but we want the customers to think you
really enjoy this."
It cannot take along for them to become hard again as the mistress knew
what to do. Gina put her head back and closed her eyes. She was sheer torment
being aroused, and then not being able to do anything about it.
Chuckling to herself, the mistress drew her hands away. Gina was sorry
that she stopped. Were it not for the gag filling her mouth, she would have
begged for the woman to continued She was only a slave girl though, she had no
say in what happened to her.
She felt something about her neck. She tried to look down, but could not
because a piece of leather was digging into her chin. The mistress had wrapped
a another collar about her neck, one that went on top the regular slave
color. The woman brushed the slave girl's long, dark hair out of the way before
buckling it together on the side.
Gina tried to turn her head when the mistress stepped away. It was then
that she realized this was a posture collar. With it on, all she could do was
stare straight ahead.
The mistress brought her hands back to Jean's titties again. She fondled
them for a few seconds, before letting her fingers play across the naked slave
girl's body. In a matter of seconds, they were at her crotch. Having aroused
the slave girl by playing with her titties, the mistress only had only to play
with her pussy for the few seconds before she brought her on the verge of an
orgasm.
Chuckling to herself the mistress jumped off the car. This slave girl
might be more beautiful than most, but her body functioned like the rest of
them. She knew it would not take them long to convince Gina that she was meant
to be a slave girl.
Being forced to stare straight ahead, Gina could not see the mistress use
the switch the switch on the kneeling slave girls.. She could hear however when
it struck flesh.
Crack! Crack!
The hooded slave girls made muffled sounds through the leather. They
struggled to their feet. When the mistress struck them again, they pulled the
cart after them
Crack! Crack!
Slowly they drew the cart across the room toward the doors.
Gina had not realized, but there were tracks set in the floor. The
mistress use the switch to guide the slave girls along the track from the center
of the room where Gina had been bound to the cart, to the door.
Crack! Crack!
Their left the room and proceeded down the corridor. In a matter of
minutes they reached a room where there were several other carts with slave
girls battle just as Gina was.
The beautiful brunette could not see this however, as she was forced to
stare straight ahead of the wall.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 22
Gina remained spreadeagled in the corridor for several minutes with no one
paying any attention to her. Sure, she was an incredibly beautiful and sexy
slave girl, but there were many of them around. The senses could absorb only so
much naked beauty before becoming immune to it.
Since she stood on the cart with the posture collar on, she could only
stare straight ahead. She saw the tops of the heads of people walking past, but
she could not lower her gaze enough to see their faces. She could tell it was a
mistress, by the bun on the back of her head, or if it was a French Maid, by the
dainty, white lace cap pinned to the top of her head. The only slave girls she
saw were French Maids. The remainders, slave girls like her, were bound on
carts.
This was her world.
She was only a slave girl.
Other carts were added to the line to her right though she could only tell
by the sounds, not by seeing them. When it was about time for the house to
open, a new set of mistresses maneuvered the carts into position side-by-side.
They could bring forward any carts to the main line that ran along the edge of
the room and out into the corridor.
Gina had no knowledge of this.
She was only a slave girl.
She learned a little of the arrangement of carts when the pair of hooded
slave girls dragged her cart forward. They started forward then turned to the
left to follow the track out of the room. If a mistress thought their work was
not up to the standard, they could expect to receive a swap across the bare
fanny with a switch. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! It did not matter whether
the
slave girl was the performing adequately or not. It was up to their mistress to
decide if they deserve a slot. Crack! Crack!
The house had a hierarchy with its slave girls. Gina, and the other
beautiful and sexy slave girls like her, were at the top. Their sole function
was to please. Next came the French Maids. They served their mistresses by
serving the slave girls. On the bottom were the hooded slave girls who were
little more than beasts of burden. Sure, most of them were quite beautiful and
quite sexy, but some infraction had caused their decline to this level of
service.
The cart holding Gina continued across the side of the room to the opening
to the hall. From the doorway, it was a short journey down the corridor to an
exhibit room. In route, they passed another car coming back in the other
direction. On it was a slave girl whom they had examined and rejected.
There was no stigma in being rejected. The decision belonged totally to
the woman who wanted to rent the slave girl. Each woman had her own tastes, her
own preferences, her own whims of the movement.
Now it was Gina's turn to be exhibited.
They turned from the corridor through the opening into the exhibition room.
"This is one of our latest acquisitions. She is new to her collar, but as
beautiful as she is, we know she can please you."
Gina knew she was on display. Some free woman would pick and choose which
slave girl she would want to please her. The day before when she was a free
woman, Gina would have done something like this.
Now she was only a slave girl.
She existed only to bring pleasure to others.
Wearing the leather posture collar, Gina could not see who was inspecting
her body. There was no need for her to know, because she was only a slave girl.
The mistress would choose whomever she wanted. The choice was not Gina's. All
she could do was hope she was beautiful enough and sexy enough to please
She heard the customer walk slowly to her left. Not a word was said. The
customer continued around behind her, then to her right, before ending
immediately in front of her again.
"I think I'll try her out."
Gina tried to jerk her head down but the leather posture collar keep her
from doing that. She did not have to see to know who it was. It was Delores!
The woman who had to trade heard the day before, was now about to rent her body
to please her.
As soon as Delores said that, the mistress flicked a switch against the
bottoms of the two slave girls at the end of the cart. They started forward,
pulling the cart with Gina on board from the room. The beautiful brunette tried
to look back, and tried to hear what was in store for her. Nevertheless, they
had her through the door and into the corridor too quickly.
They dragged the cart down the corridor until a mistress direction the
slave girls to the left by flicking a switch against their bare fannies. Gina's
eyes moved about quickly as she tried to figure out what was about to happen to
her next.
This was a dressing room with several mistresses and many French Maids.
The French Maids would dress the slave girl in whatever manner the customer
wanted.
The mistresses stood by with paddles in case any French Maid wanted to
cause trouble. There never was any, but there was no sense in leading any slave
girl thing she could resist.
They also told the French Maids what attire to get for the slave girl.
The French Maids swarmed all over Gina on the cart. In a matter of seconds
they had removed the leather cuffs and chains, but Gina's freedom was momentary.
Two French Maids holding each arm pulled her hands behind her back.
Another French Maid attached a pair of handcuffs. A sixth stood in front
of the beautiful slave girl as soon as they had the leather posture collar off.
This French Maid attached one end of a chain leash to the front of the collar,
and used it to read Gina across the room.
Two French Maids waited for Gina in an alcove. When the French Maid
leading her halted, one of them reached behind the naked slave girl to removed
the handcuffs. As she brought her arms forward, one grabbed her left arm and
began pulling it toward the ceiling. The beautiful brunette looked up and saw a
set of cuffs dangling down from chains. By then the other French Maid had her
right arm. She pulled it up in the air as Gina's left wrist was being buckled
into a cuff. In a matter of seconds they had her bound with her arms over her
head.
One French Maid went to a crank on the wall. After unlocking the device,
she turned the handle several time. The chains grew shorter, drawing her arms
in the air. When the French Maid locked the device, Gina's feet were dangling
several centimeters above the floor.
When the instructions from Delores arrived, a mistress told a French Maids
what to get for the beautiful brunette. She pulled it from the clothes rack and
took it to the two responsible for Gina.
As with all slave girl clothing, the items for Gina were made so they could
be put on, or taken off, a slave girl while she was helplessly bound.
The first item was a pink, satin garter belt with frilly, white lace
ruffles along the edges in front. The stocking were flesh colored. The panty
briefs were pink satin. They matched her the color of her high-heeled sandals.
The minidress was sheer pink so think it was evident she was wearing
nothing beneath it.
One French Maid returned to the crank to lower Gina so she could stand on
the floor. This was not for her benefit, but so the French Maids. The first
thing they did was to form her long, dark tresses into a pair of pigtails on the
sides of her head above and slightly forward of her ears. A rubber band held
her hair in place. A leather sheath ten centimeters long caused it to stick out
that distance from her head before falling down. Circular bells dangled down
from the outer edges.
Gina knew that they had put her hair in pigtails to make it easier for Delores
to control her head. She could hold each leather sheath to manipulate the slave
girl's head as she wished.
The French Maids had a new gag for her, a pink rubber ballgag that matched
the pink of her outfit.
She looked exquisite.
The final item was a blindfold that bulged over the eyes so it kept the
slave girl from seeing without messing up her makeup.
As soon as the French Maids finished with the slave girl, they raced over
to one of the mistress. Spinning about, they dropped to their knees with their
faces against their knees and their wrists crossed behind their backs.
When the slave girls were in position for binding, a mistress moved along
behind them, bending over to wrap a cord around the crossed wrists of each
woman.
Another mistress soon went to work on Gina. While many slave girls were
secured with handcuffs, Delores had requested that this beautiful brunette have
her hands tied with cord. The request was no unreasonable, and for that matter,
not uncommon. The mistress freed Gina's right wrist from the leather cuff and
pulled the hand down behind her back. Quickly she tied one end of a cord to her
wrist. "Keep it there," she ordered. Gina knew better than to disobey. The
mistress then freed the captive's left wrist. Pulling that hand behind her
back, she placed it so Gina's wrists were together, palm-to-palm.
Running the working end of the cord about both wrists, she secured them
together. Before tying a knot, however, she passed the end between the
brunette's arms and hands to cinch those first few loops. This drew all slack
from the loops, insuring that the cord would not come loose. Only then did she
tied a knot.
Selecting another cord from the vast array available to her, the mistress
doubled it over so the ends were together. Thrusting the resulting loop under
Gina's left arm, she pushed the ends through the loop. By pulling on them, the
cord became tight about the slave girl's upper arm at the elbow. The mistress
ran the ends around the right arm at the same level, then back to the left.
Once she had half a dozen passes completed, she was ready to add to Gina's
helplessness. She grabbed the brunette's left arm with her left to brace
herself. With her right arm she pulled. The cord slid through the loop,
drawing the captive's arms together. When the mistress finally tied a knot, she
had the luscious captive's elbows touching each other.
She then attached one end of a leash to the front of her slave collar.
A gentle tug on the leash told the beautiful brunette to follow. She
trotted along behind the leather-clad mistress from the room, down the hall, and
into another room. The beautiful Burnett had been moving with her eyes cast
down, totally embarrassed by her attire and status in life. Once in the room
though, she looked around to see if Delores were there. She was not, at least,
not yet.
In the center of the room there was a four-poster bed. The mistress led
Gina to one post at the foot of the bed. She indicated for her to kneel by
jerking down once on the leash. The beautiful brunette lowered her left knee to
the floor, then her right. She stared at the floor before her knees. She was
learning what it was like to be a slave girl.
She did not have to look up to know that her mistress was attaching the
other end of the leash to a ring on the bedpost. When she had done that, the
mistress left the room.
Gina waited until she heard the door close before looking up. There was
little to see in the room. There were only the bed and a mirror. She wondered
if it was a two-way mirror, so others could watch as she brought pleasure to
others. She was afraid that they would be watching her performance, but the
more she thought about it the more she hoped that someone would be watching so
they could tell just how good she actually ways. Maybe if they realize that she
was willing to be a good little slave girl, they would not punish her. For a
few seconds she even deluded herself into thinking that if she were extremely
good, they might even free her.
She was only a slave girl. No one ever freed a slave girl. In fact, there
was a serious fine for committing such a felony. No fine had ever been paid.
No slave girl had ever been released.
The kneeling brunette looked at the chain that kept her tethered there.
She could feel the weight of it pulling down on the leather band about her neck.
It dropped down several centimeters before flattening out for another ten or
fifteen. It rose to the ring on the bedpost.
She knew the ring was screwed securely into the wood so she could not pull
it out or break the chain. She knew that if she stood up she would discover the
ring was too far above the floor for her to reach with bound hands.
She was a helpless slave girl.
Gina jerked her head around as the door opened and Delores walked in. She
smiled at the kneeling slave girl as she closed the door behind her.
"Beautiful Gina on her knees, bound and ready to please. This is what I
was always hoping for. I hope you are half as good as your body says it will
be."
At the bedpost, she removed with the end of the leash from the ring with a
simple flip of her hand. Jerking up on it slightly, she indicated that the
beautiful brunette should come to her feet.
Gina placed her left high heeled foot on the floor and pushed up. She
staggered a little as she tried to come to her feet. She had not realized how
hard it was getting around in shoes with ten centimeter spike high heels, but
she gets she would have lots of experience before the day was over.
By the time she had come to her feet, Delores was seated on the bed. Using
the leash she brought Gina over so their knees were touching. Gina realized
that this was not the proper position for a slave girl so she moved her feet
apart about a meter.
"Oh, a hot, little slut, aren't you? First things first though. Kneel."
One the beautiful slave girl had her neck level with the mistress's knees,
Delores leaned forward to unhook the end of the leash from Gina's cold until I
tell you to stop."
The mistress spread her legs apart so Gina could do as she ordered. The
lovely captive moved her feet forward centimeter by centimeter until she heard
the command, "Stop."
Between Delores's legs, she could not spread her legs.
That suited Delores fine as she reached under Gina's short skirt with both
hands. The beautiful slave girl felt fingers grabbing the panties near the
elastic waistband. Slowly the woman drew the flimsy garment down until it was
below the rounded cheeks. Delores's hands then returned to grab the brunette's
tender buns.
"Oh, these feel so soft and warm. I bet you took a lot of spanks before
you even felt it."
Gina then realized what the woman had in store for her. She remembered
the old saying that the only reason to put panties on a slave girl was to take
them off her.
"Turn around and bend over."
By doing this, she allowed the woman to inspect her fanny more closely.
"Straighten up, then kneel."
As her head went into the air, her left knee went toward the floor. As
soon as it touched, she brought her right down to join it.
She immediately felt Delores tugging at the strap that held the ball gag in
her mouth. Once she had it undone, she pulled back on the slave girl's head so
she had to look up. This made it easy for her to pull the rubber ball from the
captive woman's mouth.
"On you feet. Then turn around. I want your fanny right here," Delores
said as she slapped her thighs.Delores intended to spank her, and Gina knew
there was nothing she could do about it. As a slave girl, she existed only to
please others. If it please Delores to spank her, then she would be spanked.
Slowly she moved forward. She lowered her body forward. In a matter of
seconds she lay across the woman's legs.
"Oh! I can see that your fanny is still red from yesterday. You know, as
beautiful as you are, I thought you would learn your lesson much faster. I
thought the few whacks on the bottom would convince you that the woman as
beautiful as you has to be a slave girl." She chuckled through herself. "I had
hoped to have pristine white bottom here to spank, but it is still a delicious
shade of red. Since you disappointed me, I guess that means extra punishment
for you."
Gina wanted to respond but did not. It was not her fault that her bottom
was still red.
"Every time I give your bottom a slap, you will announce what number that
was. You will then thank me for spanking you, and then you will beg me to spank
you harder. Let us begin with you begging for a spanking."
"Please, Mistres, please spank me. Please spank me."
Smack!
"One. Thank you for spanking me. Please spank me again."
This continued as long as Delores wanted. She let the slave girl slide off
her lap and onto the floor. In second Gina had her beautiful face between the
mistress's legs, her tongue extended as far inside her pussy as she could reach.
Gina was quickly learning what was expected of her as a slave girl.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 23
Early morning in the city saw few people on the streets. There were
exceptions, of course. Some people had to go to work to see that the shops were
ready for customers. Others were herding coffles of slave girls down streets to
the places where masters and mistresses would await their charms.
One wagon moved slowly down the street drawn by a pair of horses. On
each side, a sign announced it belonged to "Mandy's Merry Maids." Had someone
cared enough to look closely in back, they would have seen four French maids in
pairs, kneeling so they faced each other. Short tether chains ran between their
collars. Since there was no need for them to see where their mistresses were
taking them, each wore a black leather blindfold (that matched their black satin
maids' outfits). Ballgags insured their silence. Steel cuffs secured hands
behind their backs. Manacles ran from their ankles to rings set in the bed of
the wagon so they could not flee.
Why bother cleaning your own house or apartment when there were
literally thousands of slave girls out there who would love to clean it for you?
Well, perhaps the choice was that they either clean it or get a severe spanking.
And if they did not do a good job? An even harder spanking was in store for
them.
The service always was good, regardless of which company you employed.
One or two French Maids were usually enough to clean a small house or
apartment. So why four?
One mistress drove the wagon while two more sat in back. They looked
bored, as they were. Movement this way was tedious, but necessary to maintain
the subterfuge. Mandy's Merry Maids was merely a dummy organization used by the
Amazons to carry out their nefarious plots against nubile and voluptuous
females.
Kat pulled back on the reins, signaling the horses to stop.
"We have arrived."
Mindy and Lauren came to their feet in back. Mindy stepped toward the
back of the wagon to let the gate down. She them jumped down to the street.
Lauren followed, but stopped at the last slave girl on the left. She removed
the tether chain before unlocking the handcuffs.
"Move." She nudged the kneeling slave girl with the toe of her right
boot.
The slave girl turned to her left and started crawling forward on her
knees.
"Stop."
Mindy took over from there.
"Sit down."
The slave girl lowered her bottom to the bed of the wagon and stretched
her legs out in front of her. She legs hung over the edge. Mindy grabbed her
by the waist to set her on the ground. She maneuvered her about so she stood
next to the sideboard of the wagon where there was another ring. She ran a
tether chain from the slave girl's collar to that ring.
Each slave girl left the wagon in that manner. In a couple of minutes
the two had them chained up in a coffle, the following three slave girls
tethered to the slave in front of her.
Each Amazon tucked coiled ropes in their belts. Lauren tore off a piece
of adhesive tape that was a quarter of a meter long. Mindy carried a leather
bag with some cloth items in it.
"We will signal you."
As the two crossed the street toward the apartment building, Kat climbed
down from the seat to stand by the coffle. It was important that nobody suspect
anything if they wanted to continued running this operation.
On the third floor of the apartment, the object of their intentions
prepared to go to work.
Colleen Sullivan finished brushing out her long, red tresses before
pinning them to the back of her head in the manner of a free woman. Only slave
girls wore their hair down. Free women wore theirs pinned up because they
could. Slave girls had no choice in the matter.
She frowned when she heard the knock at the door. She did not want to
be late again. She was afraid that if she was late one more time this week, her
boss would fire her.
Calvin Cameroon was Director of Slave Girl Registration. Colleen's job
was nothing more than filing the various papers when new slave girls were
registered. (Occasionally, she pulled from the files information about free
women whose status had changed.)
Colleen was as beautiful as most but had a pair of bosoms that few could
equal. She knew she stood little chance of staying away from a slave collar if
she ventured from the protection of the city walls.
Of course it was illegal to enslave a woman within the city, but she was
certain it occurred on occasion. What better protection was there for her than
to be an employee of the office that registered slave girls? Everyone would be
afraid of touching her.
Being careful, she did not open the door.
"Who is there?"
"Namaza Express. I have a package here for Miss. Colleen Sullivan."
"I'm not expecting a package."
"Listen, girl, I just deliver. I don't look in them. There is a card
attached. Do you want me to look at it?"
"Okay. Go ahead."
"Great. It reads: "From a Secret Admirer.'"
"I don't think..."
"That is okay. I will just take it back to the jewelry shop."
Colleen was beautiful. Colleen was careful. But Colleen was also not
very bright.
As soon as she opened the door, Lauren leaped forward to plant a hand
across her mouth. She dragged her back into the apartment. Mindy was right
behind her. Once she had the door closed so no one could see what they were
doing, she pulled the first rope from her belt.
In a matter of seconds she had the redhead's hands tied together behind
her back.
The Amazon then pulled a small piece of cloth from the bag which she
wadded up in one hand. Standing close behind Colleen, she nodded to Lauren when
she was ready.
The second Amazon pulled her hand away from the captive's mouth. Colleen
opened her mouth to scream, but before she could, Mindy had rammed the cloth
into her mouth. Lauren's hand dropped to her belt where she retrieved adhesive
tape. Quickly she pressed it over Colleen's mouth, running her fingertips from
one ear to the other to insure that the tape was secure.
When she drew her hand away, they had the buxom redhead securely gagged
as well as bound.
Colleen had been struggling furiously in a vain attempt to fight them
off. The attack was by surprise, and the two had much experience in doing this
so they gave their captive no chance to get free.
Even before it occurred to the redhead, they pushed her to her knees so
she could not kick them. Mindy pulled another rope free. This one went about
Colleen's right ankle. Once she had it tightly tied, she raised the captive's
foot in the air to hook it over her left ankle. The working end went about both
ankles. In seconds, they had Colleen's ankles secured together.
"Let's see what kind of goodies you have hidden in here."
Lauren pulled her disrobing knife from a boot sheath. Hooking the end
of it at the neck of the redhead's blouse, she cut downwards. One swipe was all
it took to reveal her white, lacy bra. Colleen struggled furiously as the
Amazon next hooked it on the strap connecting the large cups. As that strap
parted, the weight of her huge boobs caused the cups to fall outwards.
Mindy was not idle during this time. She used her disrobing knife on
the redhead's slacks. By the time Lauren had the blouse removed, little
remained of the slacks.
Lauren hooked the curved tip of the disrobing knife in the elastic
waistband of the panties.
"If you are a good little girl, we will let you keep your panties.
Otherwise, they come off too."
Colleen shook her head. She did not want to be bare-assed naked.
"Just kneel there quietly and let Mindy finish tying you up."
As soon as she said that, Lauren came to her feet. When she opened the
curtains, she saw Kat standing in the street look up, waiting for her signal.
Once she saw her friend wave, Kat walked along the coffle pulling up the
blindfolds. Each bondage item remained on the foreheads of the slave girls so
they could be replaced with ease. While it was possible to move them across the
street, up the stairs, and into the woman's apartment, it would take time.
This was only the first stop of a busy day. There was a housewife across town
who had a body that was begging for a body. Then there were those two interior
designers who had an appointment after lunch. The slave girls would see nothing
that mattered.
The Amazon moved from the back of the coffle to the wagon where the chain
tether was attached to the wagon. She jerked on it, a signal for the slave
girls to start forward.
As they approached the door to the apartment, Lauren opened the door.
"How is it going?"
"Everything is fine."
Lauren waited by the door until the last slave girl was through, then she
closed and locked it. They did not want to be disturbed.
By then, Mindy had looped another rope about the redhead's upper arms and
chest above her large titties. The next rope encircled her arms and chest below
the boobs.
"Butt in the air."
Mindy patted Colleen on her panty-covered bottom. The redhead responded by
raising her bottom in the air. This enabled the Amazon to loop the rope about
the captive's lower thighs just above her knees.
Colleen tried to turn her head to the left to see what happened behind
her. She caught a glimpse of the French Maids when Kat led them into her
apartment. Mindy's order to raise her bottom off her legs had distracted her.
When she looked back, she saw one French Maid running toward her bedroom. The
woman who had led them in was busy removing the handcuffs from the next French
Maid in line.
Mindy caught her attention again as she pulled the pins from her hair so it
fell down to her elbows.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Only slave girls wore their hair down. Colleen started to struggle, but it
was much too late for her to do anything.
Lauren squatted before the captive to hold her by the shoulders. She stared
at the Amazons, her green eyes wide in fright at what the woman might do to her.
Lauren's role was merely to keep her from struggling too much.
Mindy pulled the red, spandex slave sheath from the leather bag. The sheath
was nothing more than a narrow tube two meters long. Though the captive inside
usually was bound, the constricting material would keep the occupant
constrained.
The closed end of the tube was much narrower than the rest. Mindy bunched
the material together so she had it. Before the redhead could react, she pulled
it down over her head. Colleen struggled, but there was nothing she could do
now.
Once they had it down tightly on her head, they pulled it down over the
rest of her body. Colleen twisted back and forth, the only movement she could
make, but that did nothing to stop them. Her chest and arms disappeared into
the spandex, followed next by her hips. Pushing her forward so she had to lie
on the floor, they pulled it down over her legs. Once her feet were inside,
Mindy got rid of the slack by tying a knot in the material.
The two then pulled Colleen to her feet so Lauren could sling her over her
right shoulder. Carefully, so she would not damage the merchandise she carried,
she went down to the wagon where she unceremoniously slid Colleen on the bed of
the wagon and tied her down.
So what were the French Maids doing all this time? They were busy removing
all of Colleen's clothing from the drawers of her dresser, and from the closet.
While three did that, the fourth stuffed them into black satin bags. By the
time Colleen lay in the back of the wagon, everything belonging to her was
stuffed into bags on the floor near the door to the hall.
The French Maids then wiped all the furniture and walls to insure there were
no fingerprints. Within minutes no trace of the redhead existed in the
apartment. It was as though she had no existed.
After the French Maids had carried the bags of clothing down to the wagon,
they were bound and blindfolded as before. The wagon moved off toward its next
stop.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 24
Her name was Mia Mendelsohn. She was young, beautiful, sexy. The outfit
she wore could not completely conceal the voluptuous body hidden within the
material. So what if Mia was not too bright. If you are young, beautiful and
sexy, do you really need brains. Mia thought not, and thus far in her twenty
years she had been remarkably successful. If not the smartest coed at the
Beauty College, she certainly was one of the most beautiful.
It was no wonder that she was on the Amazons' "want" list.
The brunette accepted without question the offer to become a model so some
company she had never heard of. It was only a first step. She was certain that
one of those cosmetic companies would want her to model lip gloss or mascara or
something along those lines.
"Slave Girls Fashions?"
The woman smiled at her. It was a warm, friendly smile. That alone should
have warned Mia, but we did mention that she was not too bright, didn't we?
She identified herself as Crasinda Caruthers, a simple clerk in this
establishment.
"Of course! It is the coming rage, if you pardon the pun."
"But why would a woman want to dress up as a slave girl?"
"Why should slave girls have all the fun?"
"What?"
"Isn't this how it is? You want your boyfriend on top you making you come
over and over but he is too tired. Why? Because he spent all his energy on
some slave girl wearing a few satin items. So you dress up the same way. Who
is he going to choose you or the slave girl?"
"I guess..."
"And then there is the additional plus of the restrained orgasm."
"The what?"
"You mean you haven't...You are in for a treat." The woman started to
turn, but as an afterthought turned back to the beautiful co-ed. "Which do you
prefer, blonde or brunette?"
"For what?"
"To eat you, of course. Blonde or brunette slave girl?"
"Blonde."
"You get dressed. I'll get you a blonde, one with really big titties."
Mia had no way of knowing that this shop on a side street was connect to
the Amazon's headquarters. Well, she would find out soon enough, but not soon
enough to keep her out of a slave collar.
The beautiful brunette carried the few items given her into the dressing
room. She needed only a few seconds to strip down naked. Since she was
unfamiliar with the slave girl's attire provided her, it took much longer
getting dressed (so to speak).
She pulled the sheer black stocking up her legs, first the right, then the
left. She saw she had not done a good job so she ran her hands up her legs to
smooth out the material. She held the stockings up with a satin garter belt.
The flimsy little belt was red satin with black lace trim in front. Once she
had it on, she adjusted the length of the straps before attaching the tops of
the stockings. Finally she smoothed out the stockings once again before
adjusting the length of the straps.
She wished there were panties to go with this attire, but Crasinda had
assured her that she would not need them. If some blonde slave girl was going
to be eating her anyway, they would only get in the way. (When you are not very
bright, rationalizing is easy.)
The bra was next. Well, it looked like a bra, though it provided little
support. The red satin half-cups lifted her titties without covering the
nipples. Her boobs were very large, and this bra made them look even larger.
Mia raised her arms to grab the nipples between the index finger and thumb
of each hand. It took only second to make them hard and pointed.
"I hope it doesn't take her long to get that blonde," she murmured aloud.
The only other items of clothing, if they could properly be called
clothing, were the high heeled sandals. They were red patent leather so they
matched the garter belt and the bra. Mia sat on a bench to put them on (and
immediately remembered she had a bare ass). She slid the sandal on her left
foot. One strap across the top of her foot and another around her ankle insured
that it would not come off accidently. Quickly she donned the right and
fastened the straps.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror.
"How can any man resist this?" she said aloud as she stared at her
reflection.
The garterbelt and straps framed her pubic hair, immediately drawing
attention to it. Her gaze more upwards from her crotch across her flat stomach
to the large titties. Her hands returned to the nipples to play with them.
She knew she would be a great model at this.
"Mia, are you about done?"
"Yes. Do you have a robe I can wear?"
"You don't need one. It's just us girls. I have a display room down the
hall here. There is nobody here but us. Come on out."
Mia first stuck her head out of the door. She saw Crasinda leading a
blonde slave girl down the hall. A few meters beyond the dressing room, they
turned into a room on the other side of the hall. The beautiful brunette looked
back toward the front of the store but there was no one there.
Quickly she stepped down the hall and into the other room.
Crasinda had the blonde kneeling with her back to the doorway.
"Check her out. Does she look good enough to eat? Or at least to eat
you?"
As soon as the brunette stepped into view, the blonde's stared at her
pussy. Mia smiled. The blonde had all the attributes of being completely
submissive. It had to be true that blondes were born to be slave girls.
"Stand over here so I can get you secured into place."
The beautiful brunette moved half the distance before stopping.
"What are you going to do?"
"You have to be restrained so you can enjoy the orgasm. You have heard of
restrained orgasms, haven't you?"
Not willing to show her ignorance, she nodded. With her lips tightly
pressed together she took a couple more steps in the direction the woman wanted.
"You have to stand here with your legs spread so the slave girl can eat
you."
That seemed to be fun. She glanced at the blonde slave girl. She seemed
so eager to please her.
"Wait a minute. You forgot the gloves."
"What gloves?"
"The gloves that were...oh! Did I forget to give them to you? Red, that's
your color motif. Let me get you a pair."
Crasinda quickly exited the room, leaving the beautiful brunette alone with
the blonde slave girl. Mia glanced at the door to see if anyone was watching.
Convinced she was alone, she stepped around in front of the blonde.
"How bad do you want it?"
She stuck her pussy in the slave girl's face. The blonde could not use her
tongue as she wore a ballgag. She did know how to use her nose.
Though she was enjoying herself, Mia was not close to any orgasm when
Crasinda returned.
"Put your right arm out and I'll help you get it on."
The woman returned in a few minutes with the gloves. With her help, it
took Mia only a few minutes more to put them on.
Mia glanced at a mirror on the far wall.
"Don't I look ridiculous?" she thought to herself. Her arms and legs were
covered, but all the choice parts of her body were bare.
"Now stand right here with your legs spread so one foot goes into each
stirrup."
To get each foot through the leather strap, Mia had to stand with her legs
spread far apart. She placed her hands on her hips.
"You know, it wouldn't be too hard to fall over in this position."
"No, you won't. The strap and chains keep you upright."
As she said that, Crasinda crossed the room to a cabinet where she got a
leather strap.
"Raise you arms in the air. It goes around your chest above the titties."
When Crasinda finished buckling the strap tight, she attached a pair of
chains to rings on the sides. The naked brunette could lean forward and back
without falling over.
While she tested the limits of her movement, Crasinda brought the blonde
slave girl over in front of her. Mia watched as the blonde stared intently at
her pussy.
"Is she a natural?"
"Blonde?"
"No, slave girl."
"Oh, no. We trained her. We got her from a trader who brought her in from
out of town."
The blonde had actually been a shop clerk a week before. Two days of
intensive training had taught her that they would reward her if she did a good
job of eating pussy. If she did not, they would punish her. It had been days
since they had punished her. She stared at the brunette's pussy in anticipation
of eating her.
"We will start off slowly, just so you get the hang of it."
Crasinda returned to the cabinet for a blindfold.
"What is that?"
"Just a blindfold. You've worn one before, haven't you?"
"Of course." Mia had fantasies of being a slave girl just like every other
woman she knew.
The blindfold covered her eyes completely so she could see nothing.
"Try not to make too much noise."
Mia's hands shot forward to grab the blonde's head as she felt her mouth on
her pussy. It took only seconds for her body to react. The first orgasm was
short but beautiful.
By then Crasinda had returned from the cabinet with a rope and a ballgag.
She paused to let the beautiful brunette come two more times before moving
around behind her.
"Remember, I said this was restrained orgasms."
Forming the rope into a loop, she passed it over Mia's right hand. As
gently as possible she pulled that arm in back, then the left. In seconds she
had the co-ed's wrists bound together.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!."
Mia's orgasms were coming quicker now. She barely had time to recover from
one before the next started.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
"You are definitely making too much noise."
Mia could not resist as the woman popped the ballgag into her mouth.
Quickly she pulled the ends together behind the captive's head so she could
buckle them together.
Crasinda then turned her attention back to the co-ed's arms. Running one
end of the rope up to the brunette's left elbow, she loosely secured it in place
using a simple hitch. She repeated the process with the other end of the rope
and the other elbow. Once down, she looped each end around the upper arm on the
other side. When she pulled, she drew the beautiful co-ed's elbows together.
Quickly she tied the ends together.
Mia felt the discomfort from having her elbows pulled together, but with
the ballgag filling her mouth, she was in no position to utter a protest. She
was too busy coming to care.
Crasinda went to the cabinet one last time, returning with a blindfold and
another ballgag. Standing behind the slave girl, she fastened the blindfold
over her eyes. When she pulled her head back, the slave girl opened her mouth
for the gag. Quickly she buckled the ends of the strap together.
Mia was a higher priority than the blonde. Bound and blindfolded, she
would remain kneeling where she was until someone came for her.
Unfastening the chains and the strap first, she freed Mia. Well, she freed
her enough so she could move. The beautiful brunette was too exhausted for the
multiple orgasms to resist as Crasinda pushed her toward the door.
Once in the hallway, they turned right, away from the front of the store.
A room on the other side of the hall was empty except for a large wardrobe. At
their approach the wardrobe slid to the side, revealing another passageway.
The Amazon working the mechanism smiled as Crasinda guided the buxom
brunette past.
Mia was now bound, gagged, and naked inside the Amazons' headquarters.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 25
Cathy Camisole was not having a good time. True, the slave girl had a
deliciously round ass that begged for a paddling, but that was not Cathy's
choice of targets.
Oh, don't get me wrong, Cathy enjoyed whacking the bottom of a woman. In
fact, it was her favorite activity. She thoroughly enjoyed the sense of power
that came with each blow.
She had decided an enjoyable spanking consisted of three steps. The first
was rebellion. No matter how securely she was bound, the captive would try to
avoid the spanking. The second step was resignation. The captive would stand,
lay, or kneel there and allow the spanking to occur with the knowledge that it
would occur no matter what she did. The final step was compliance. When
ordered to stick her bottom out further, the slave girl would obey.
Cathy's favorite step was the first. She enjoyed nothing more than taking
a pristine white ass and turning it red while its owner struggled to get free.
That was why she was not having a good time now. This slave girl was all too
willing to do whatever she demanded.
"Wiggle your ass around."
The beautiful blonde flexed the muscles in her bottom so it jiggled. The
beautiful Amazon watched for a few seconds before delivering a blow to each
cheek. The blonde's bottom was already red so these two did not show. The
slave girl was only too happy to please her mistress.
"Stop."
Whackwhackwhackwhackwhackwhackwhackwhackwhackwhackwhackwhack!
Six blows to each bottomcheek made the slave girl squirm deliciously. The
beautiful Amazon put her left hand on the blonde's bottom to feel the warmth of
her handiwork.
Cathy stepped to the side. The blonde's titties dangled down, inviting a
few smacks. Shed enjoyed the way supple mounds wiggled when whacked.
"Hey, Cathy."
The beautiful brunette frowned as she looked back. She hated someone
disturbing her when she was at play.
"There are a couple of virgin asses awaiting your talents."
The brunette's frown quickly changed to a wicked grin. She enjoyed giving
slave girls their first spankings.
"I'll be right there."
The one thing Cathy did not want to do was to slight this slave girl. She
deserved a thorough paddling, and Cathy was the one to administer it.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
She alternated, one cheek then the other.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Of course the slave girl struggled to escape the relentless pounding on her
fanny but nothing she could do would help her.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The paddling would continue until Cathy chose to stop it.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
With that to loosen her muscles, the tall Amazon made her way into one of
the training rooms. There a couple of naked captives waited for her. Well,
they were basically naked. One, a brunette, wore the delicate lingerie of a
slave girl. All the choice parts were naked. The second, a redhead, wore lime
green nylon panties.
"What do we have here? A naked woman who thinks she should be a free
woman?" Inserting one finger in the elastic waistband in back, she pulled the
panties up and allowed them to snap back against Colleen's lower back. "Tsk.
Tsk. I can see I'm going to have trouble with you."
The buxom redhead responded by grunting her disapproval, a series of
muffled sounds that Cathy correctly disregarded.
"Now here is a woman who knows her place."
Mia could not see Cathy because of the position in which she was bound.
Her arms were still bound behind her back. She straddled the spanking bench so
her pussy was instantly available should anyone want to enjoy it. That part of
the bench at her bottom was elevated so her bottom was the highest part of her
body. The Amazons had pulled her knees forward and strapped them to the sides
of the bench so her fanny stuck out.
Straps across her lower back and upper arms kept her pinned to the top of
the bench, but what made it impossible for her to see anything was the pillory
that imprisoned her neck. A projecting shelf prohibited her from raising her
head. When someone stood directly in front of her, she could not see above
their crotch.
At the rear of the two spanking benches there were a set of paddles,
switches and straps for the mistress to use on a captive. Cathy selected her
favorite a wood paddle half a meter long and a dozen centimeters wide. Twenty
holes lessened the wind resistance when the mistress swung it.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Mia struggled with her bondage in a vain attempt to get free. The Amazons
had bound her securely. She would not escape.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Mia's thoughts about the pain in her bottomcheeks were distracted by
Cathy's grip on her left tit. The bench was narrow where the captive's chest
would be to allow easy access to the titties. Cathy grabbed the dangling orb to
fondle the nipple. She knew what she was doing. It took only seconds for her
to make it hard and pointed.
"Look on the bright side, Beautiful, only 198 more swats to go."
Leaning over the pillory she whispered into the brunette's ear, "If you are
a good girl, maybe I'll make it less."
Cathy smiled as she turned away. She was certain there were women who
would agree to be slave girls to avoid a third swat on the buns. She would let
the brunette think about the future punishment while she took care of the
redhead. Regardless what Mia did, she was destined to receive several dozen
more swats, but the more she thought about them, the more agreeable she would be
to wearing the collar of a slave girl.
"Now, what do we do about a naked redhead who thinks she should wear
panties?"
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Colleen began struggling anew to get free even though she knew escape was
impossible. Cathy smiled as she leaned forward to grab one of the captive's
massive, dangling tits.
"Oh, I just love it when they struggle."
A second after she let go, the paddle landed on Colleen's bottom, this time
in a different spot. Cathy knew she could not afford to do too much damage to
the young woman's bottom. If she were to be a slave girl, they would merely
paddle her fanny until she agreed to be a slave girl. Her ass would recover.
There were more important parts of her body they were interested in.
The instructions though were to deliver this buxom woman in good shape.
They would expect her to perform as a slave girl for her master almost from the
beginning. Cathy could not afford to beat her until she was too sore to move.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
The beautiful Amazon knew how to wield a paddle effectively. While there
was some overlap, essentially each blow found virgin flesh.
Cathy paused to let the captive think about her punishment. The pause gave
the Amazon time to play with Colleen incredibly large tits. She regretted not
being able to have them to play with tonight.
"You know, Red, if you just relax, I'm certain you could come to love
this."
Carefully she massaged the captive's tittie until the nipple was hard and
pointed. Caressing the buxom woman's hair on her way past her head, she
repeated the process with the other boob.
"See! I knew you would enjoy this!"
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Long before Cathy was finished, Colleen was anxious to be a slave girl.
Anything was better than having her ass beaten.
Several Amazons came to watch as Colleen knelt at the feet of the Amazon.
More than just spectators, they expected to be participants of one of the more
enjoyable acts of a slave girl. (That is, more enjoyable to the mistress.)
Cathy sat on a chair a couple of meters in front of the kneeling redhead,
her forearms resting on her knees as she held the leather slave collar open.
"Crawl forward and put your throat right in the middle."
Sobbing through the gag, the beautiful redhead moved forward, centimeter by
centimeter. Slowly she leaned forward. Her throat touched the band of leather.
Quickly the Amazon pulled the ends together behind her head. With her left hand
she pushed the long tresses aside. In seconds she had the slave collar buckled
securely about the redhead's neck.
She was now a slave girl.
"Now you are going to thank me for turning you into a slave girl by
crawling forward so you can kiss my pussy. Then you are going to beg to please
me using your tongue." Grabbing the young woman by the chin, she pulled her
head up. "And if I hear one sob or whimper out of you, it's back for the
spanking bench for another fifty or hundred. Understand?"
As soon as the big-chested captive nodded, Cathy jerked the tape off her
mouth. She plucked the cloth from Colleen's mouth and dropped it on the floor.
The buxom slave girl did not have to crawl forward very far to reach the
Amazon's pussy.
"That wasn't a very good kiss. Do it again."
The redhead planted her lips on the woman's pussy again. Cathy grabbed her
head to force it forward.
"Kiss it like you love it."
Slowly the redhead moved her head may.
"May I use my tongue to please you?"
"Louder. And look me in the eyes."
"May I use my tongue to please you?"
"Yes you may.
Slowly the slave girl moved her head forward again. Cathy grabbed her by
the back of the head to guide her face into the right position.
She smiled when she felt the young woman's tongue in her pussy. The
redhead was not good at this, but she would learn quickly, if they gave her
time. She got great satisfaction knowing the naked captive did it out of fear.
Give her a couple of weeks, and they would teach her to enjoy satisfying a woman
with her tongue.
Colleen's fate was to be different though.
Cathy clamped her thighs tightly about Colleen's head as she felt herself
coming. She suppressed the moan of pleasure. She did not want a new slave girl
to know that she had pleased her mistress.
With mouth hands she pushed the young woman's face out of her crotch.
"That's enough for now. Keep your mouth open for your gag."
The rubber ball slipped easily between her teeth. Cathy pushed her head
forward so she could buckle the ends behind her head. She did not worry about
pinning those red tresses beneath the leather strap. Colleen would not be
wearing that gag very long.
"Now on your feet. Then curtsey. Then lay yourself out over my lap."
Colleen's eyes opened wide with fright when Cathy picked up the small
wooden paddle. She was in for another spanking. She did not want one, but
there was nothing she could do about it.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The buxom captive wailed through her gag and kicked her feet wildly. Bound
as she was, nothing she did would stop the spanking.
Cathy continued the spanking for only a minute. Her intent was not to
punish the young redhead. She merely wanted her to feel the effects of a
mistress's hand on her fanny. When she was done, she pushed Colleen's body from
her knees. The newly-collared slave girl landed on the floor at her feet.
Cathy leaned forward to get at the ends of the leather strap at the nape of
her neck. With a forward jerk, the rubber ball popped from the captive's mouth.
"Now, thank me for spanking you. And if you don't convince me you mean it,
you get another spanking, and another after that until you do."
Colleen pressed her mouth against the Amazon's pussy again. She came
quickly this time.
The Amazon placed both hands on the slave girl's face to push her head
back. In seconds, she had the ballgag shoved back into her mouth. Colleen
bowed her head a little to make it easier for her mistress to buckle the ends
together behind her head.
Cathy stood up and walked away. She still had Mia's ass awaiting her
attention.
Another Amazon replaced her on the chair. She already had her crotch strap
undone.
"Come up her and lay yourself across my lap."
Slowly the buxom slave girl came to her feet. She knew what was going to
happen to her. After a brief spanking, she would be forced to please this
mistress with her mouth and tongue as she had Cathy. She knew that another
waited nearby, and no doubt another behind her.
The buxom slave girl kicked her legs as the Amazon spanked her bottom with
her bare hand. Nothing she could do would cause the Amazon to quit. The
punishment would continue as long as the mistress wanted it to.
Colleen was willing to do anything to stop the spanking, anything.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 26
Mia continued to struggle while Kathy's attention was on Colleen. The
beautiful brunette had been bound as a slave girl, so there was no chance to
escape. She could pull; she could struggle; she could jerk and twist, but it
did no good. When the tall Amazon was ready to turn her full attention to Mia,
the beautiful brunette and was in the exact same position the Amazon had left
her.
Cathy grabbed Mia's left, dangling tit. The captive tried to recoil but
could not with straps securing her to be spanking bench. The Amazon played with
the nipple with her left hand until it was hard and pointed. While the captive
did not want to be aroused under such conditions, she was in the hands of a
woman who knew what to do. Without letting go of the nipple, Cathy side stepped
a few centimeters to the right so she could put her right hand in between Mia's
legs. Carefully she wrapped several strands of pubic hair about her index
finger. She moved carefully so the young captive would not know what she did.
Without warning, she jerked it back.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Cathy chuckled as she ran per right hand over the naked bottom of the
future slave girl.
"You certainly are a hot little thing. I think that if I gave you the
chance to submit right now, you would be willing to beg to wear a collar."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
"But of course that would spoil my fun."
Releasing her grip on the dangling titty, the Amazon walked to the rear of
the spanking bench to select a new instrument of discomfort. She was in no
hurry for Mia to wear a collar, so she selected a pliable, leather paddle. She
knew the young woman's ass could take a lot of blows from this spanking tool.
Sure, she wanted Mia to submit, but she didn't want her to do it too quickly
That would spoil her fun.
Stepping back to be left, she extended her left hand to resume firm grip on
the nipple. She played with it again to insure that it was hard. When she knew
Mia was as aroused as a woman could be without someone actually sucking on her
nipple, she was ready to act.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The beautiful Amazon stepped back to admire her handiwork. The only red
showing on young woman's bottom was from the first blow with the wooden paddle.
As she watched the white areas on either side of that mark began to turn a
delightful shade of pink. She pulled her left hand away from the tittie to let
it slide all over the captive's bare bottom. She wanted this beautiful young
woman to know what it was like to have every part of her body fondled, and not
to be able to do anything about it.
"The you would not believe how pretty this shade of pink looks on you," She
remarked as she drew her hand away. As her fingertips left the flesh, the paddle
began its forward motion again.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The Amazon walked around in front of the naked captive. Mia sobbed through
her gag. Tears streaming down her face. Cathy had no sympathy for her. If the
stupid bitch was so dumb as to allow herself to be captured, she deserved this.
Cathy smiled. She so enjoyed this job.
"You know, I think this paddle needs a little kiss."
She held the paddle down before the brunette's face.
"Now I want she to place that rubber ball against it to give this paddle a
kiss."
The captive shook her head.
Cathy smiled. She had hoped Mia would not give in this quickly. Moving
around behind the captive she resumed her workout on the captive's raised
bottom. There was much area not yet kissed by the paddle.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Moving to be front of the spanking bench, she grabbed the captive by her
long hair to twist her head up and to the side so she had no choice but to look
up at her.
"I think we warned you that you will learn to obey today . Would you like
to kiss my paddle now?"
The beautiful brunette nodded as she best she could with her neck
imprisoned in that small circle of wood.
"You have to be punished for refusing the first time. I would say five
more hard swats with this paddle will do it." The beautiful Amazons smiled.
"That is, five swats to each cheek."
As she expected, the beautiful captive grunted a protest, there really was
nothing else she could do, bound and gagged as she was.
"You are right. We'll make it ten to each cheek. Does that make you
happy?"
While Mia was no genius, she was not overly stupid either. She knew the
Amazon waited for her to grunt her disapproval, or to shake her head. Her reward
for this disobedience would be even more swats.
She nodded.
The Amazon walked to the back of the spanking bench again. The previous
blows had turned the naked captive's bottom a rosy shade of red. The Amazons
delivered the ten blows close to the spots where the original blows had landed.
These blows landed on the sides though where the flesh was pristine white. This
was flesh that had not been kissed by the paddle yet..
Cahty walked around in front of the captive. She could see Mia's head, but
the captive could not see above her crotch.
"Do you know you were not very good? I heard you moaning with every blow.
I want you to show me what a big girl you are. I am going to double the number
this time and I don't want to hear a peep out of you. If I do, the number will
double again."
The brunette mistress took her time delivering each below. She waited for
sound of Mia screaming through her gag but there was no sound. Usually it took
several hundred swats on the fanny before the captive would remain quiet. The
Amazon began to suspect Mia was one of those women who enjoy having her ass
tanned.
"Argue ready to kiss this paddle now?"
The captive nodded. She realized her captoress would continue to pound her
fanny until she did.
The Amazon placed the paddle to the side of her face so she had to twist
about to place the rubber ball against it. Her act of submission had to be one
of commitment.
"Now look at all the punishment you've got because you would not do this
the first time. Do you promise to be a good little girl?"
The brunette nodded as well as her bondage would allow.
"Well. I am going to give you the chance to prove it," she said as she
stroked her captive's long hair.
With a wave of her hand, Cathy signaled two Amazons to come over in release
the naked beauty..Having been bound in that position for a couple of hours, Mia
was in no position to move around. It took two Amazons to pull her up from the
spanking bench to her feet. As the two held their captive up so she would not
collapse, Cathy motioned them to bring her across the room where the chair was
that she had used with Colleen . With a gesture downwards, she told them to
have her kneel.
Cathy set the chair about four meters from her captive. In her right hand
she held a switch. As she sat, she rested hee elbow on per left arm of the
chair. She held her left hand out palm up.
"Now what I am going to let you use your titties to please me. I want you
to crawl over here, and put your right tittie in my hand."
The brunette stared at her without moving. Cathy really did not expect her
to obey. That was too much to expect from a woman who was not an experienced
slave girl. Knowing this, the other two Amazons were ready to act tp act when
Cathy gave them the signal..
They dragged the beautiful captive across the room into the desired
position.
"Since you didn't obey, you get five whacks across each nipple."
Mia tried to pull her body backwards, but the Amazons holding her kept her
from doing that. Cathy grabbed one supple mound with her left hand. She
squeezed it so tightly that the nipple seemed to pop out between her fingers.
The switch landed five times on the nipple. The blows were not hard, but this
was a sensitive part of the female body.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Mia tried to get free as the Amazon let go of that tittie and grabbed the
other. Nothing she did could prevent her from being punished.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
With a nod of her head, Cathy signaled her cohorts to drag the beautiful
brunette back to the starting position.
"Now crawl forward like a good little girl. If you disobey again, the
number of swats to your titties doubles."
Sobbing the whole time, Mia crawled forward. When she reached the Amazon's
legs, she leaned forward to place her left boob in the woman's left hand.
Cathy respond with five blows to the supple mound. They were harder than
the ones to the nipples, but far lighter than the ones to the young woman's
fanny.
"Now the other side."
Side stepping a few centimeters, Mia adjusted the position of her body so
she could rest the other boob in the Amazon's hand. Cathy again delivered five
blows. The captive squirmed with each blow, but made no attempt to pull aware.
She knew it would be much worse for her if she did.
"Now this is what I want you to do..."
The beautiful brunette came to her feet. She curtseyed as best she could.
Without turning, she backed away. When she thought she was about three meters
away, she curtseyed again. Carefully she lowered her left knee to the floor. As
soon as it touched, she brought her right knee down to join it.
"Now, let's try that again. Put your tittie right here in my hand."
The big-chested brunette staggered to her feet. She was unused to getting
around with her hands secured behind her back so she almost fell over while
trying to rise. One Amazon grabbed her to help her up. Within a few hours, they
would expect her to get around on her own. If she lost her balance, they would
allow her to fall over. Then they would punish her for being so clumsy.
Mia curtseyed again. Staring at Cathy's crotch, she stepped forward until
she was a meter from the Amazon. Again she curtseyed. She bent forward, keeping
her knees locked. Her right tit pressed against the Amazon's hand. She stared
straight ahead, her face only centimeters from Cathy's face.
The Amazon closed her fingers to grip tightly the supple, dangling mound.
Cathy smiled as the captive's face blushed. This time the punishment was not
pain. Instead it was pleasure. Cathy knew not only how to inflict pain, she
knew how to inflict pleasure as a punishment.
It took only a few minutes for Mia to convince herself that the best thing
she could do was to agree to become a slave girl of the Amazons. She lowered her
head, placing her throat against the leather collar.
After that, she reward her mistress by placing her face between Cathy's
legs, her lips pressed against the Amazon's, her tongue extended as far into the
woman's pussy as she could reach.
It took several minutes for Cathy to come the first time, after all, Mia
was inexperienced. Still, Cathy felt happy at the way she had taken another
proud beauty, and had turned her into a submissive slave girl/
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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 27
Colleen stood with her feet spread almost a meter apart. She knew how
vulnerable this position made her, but she also knew what would happen to her if
she did not obey the woman's orders. The woman who gave the orders was a
whipmistress, of that she was certain. There were several men about, inspecting
her body by both sight and touch, but the whipmistress was in charge.
It was well-known that a man might take sympathy on a beautiful woman and
be lenient with her. There was no chance of that happening with a woman.
Regardless of the owner, man or mistress, the person in charge of disciplining
the slave girls was invariably a woman, a whipmistress. Colleen knew this woman
would like nothing better than punishing her. She had to be a most obedient,
most submissive slave girl. Oh, she knew deep inside that they would punish her
anyway, but she did not want to do anything to irritate this woman.
The buxom redhead wore nothing more than a garter belt, stockings, and high
heels. Since she was only a slave girl, she really had no need of clothing other
than that. The few items they allowed her provided her with no modesty at all.
Instead, they enhanced her charms, drawing attention to her crotch.
The naked beauty was glad for one thing, they had taken off that
humiliating cowbell they had her wear when they paraded her through town. The
harness was gone as well, only to be replaced by a leather blindfold that kept
any light at all from getting through to her eyes. She had only a small fraction
of a second to see about her. She was inside a building, no doubt in the slave
quarters. Nevertheless, other than that, she had no idea where she was.
With the blindfold in place, they had wrapped a wide leather collar about
her neck on top her slave collar. Hands removed the handcuffs only to refasten
them before her body. Her hands were then drawn over her head and the short
chain connecting the links locked to a ring on the back of the leather collar.
So, for a period of time, she stood naked in this vulnerable position while
they inspected her. Hands groped her oversized boobs at the same time fingers
explored her pussy. She wanted to draw her legs together but knew that would
only get her punished. She was a slave girl. Her body was there for the pleasure
of others.
"All right, you guys, that's enough ogling. Maybe he will let you use her
when he grows tired of her."
He.
She knew her new owner, her master, was a man. The Amazons had said nothing
to her. They had no need to since she was only a slave girl. Once she had
submitted to their satisfaction, she had been forced to walk across town. The
slave binders had insured that she had no idea where they were taking her.
To the home of her master.
She felt hands attaching the end of a leash to a ring on the collar under
her chin.
"Come on, Little Pussy, it's time you learn the meaning of life."
A jerk on the leash told the buxom redhead to move forward. She was unused
to the leash; she was unused to walking blindfolded. Yes, she was badly in need
of training. She tried to move as quickly as she could. She did not want to
displease the whipmistress. She did not want to be punished again.
Her tentative steps forward were too slow. She felt one jerk after another
on the leash.
Finally they came to a stop. Her hands were secured behind her back again,
and then the blindfold was removed.
The whipmistress sat on a chair before her. Colleen thought this was
because the whipmistress was a free person and she was merely a slave girl. She
was wrong though. By sitting, the whipmistress had no trouble reaching Colleen
pubic area.
"I gave you an order to come along, but you did not obey. I had to tug on
the leash several times. Do you think you deserve to be punished for that?"
The buxom beauty knew that if she disagreed, she would be punished for
that. She was only a slave girl. If a free woman wanted to punish her, she could
do nothing less than agree to it. She could do more. If the gag was not filling
her mouth, she would have to beg to be punished.
Colleen nodded.
"My favorite way to punish a slave girl is to trim her pubic hair."
The naked beauty felt relieved. She was proud of her red bush. It showed
anyone who saw it that she was a natural redhead. If the whipmistress wanted to
trim it some, perhaps shave some of the area, it would not be too bad a
punishment.
The whipmistress produced a pair of needle-nosed pliers.
"I think about twenty-five groups would be in order."
Colleen could do nothing but stand there with her legs spread while the
woman grabbed one of the pubic hairs near her flesh and jerked it out by the
root.
"Mmmfftt!"
It was uncomfortable, but not nearly as painful as the paddling she had
received from the Amazons that morning.
The next time the whipmistress grabbed two hairs.
"Mmmmfffftttt! Mmmffff! Mmmfffff!"
"You don't like that, do you? Maybe next time you will obey me without
hesitation."
"Mmmmfffftttt! Mmmffff! Mmmfffff!"
For the next twelve or fifteen times, she was content to grab a few hairs.
"Mmmmfffftttt! Mmmffff! Mmmfffff!"
Colleen knew the pain was not that grab. What caused her to moan through
her gag was the humiliation of having her pubic hair ripped out while she stood
there and let the woman do it. She was only a slave girl. There was nothing else
she could do.
Smiling up at the naked captive, the whipmistress inserted the nose of the
pliers into the curly mass of hairs at the slave girl's crotch. This time she
was not content to pluck out a few. This time she went for a dozen or more,
twisting the pliers to wrap the hairs about it.
"Mmmmfffftttt!" That time the pain was intense. The buxom redhead wanted to
pull her legs together to protect her crotch. She knew that was what the
whipmistress wanted her to do. That would give her a reason to paddle her.
She had not even jerked yet, and the pain was becoming unbearable simply
from the pull on hairs.
"Mmmmmmmmfffffftttttt!!!!"
The whipmistress jerked on the pliers but had so many she could not pull
them out.
"Mmmmmmmmfffffftttttt!!!!"
"Mmmmmmmmfffffftttttt!!!!"
"Mmmmmmmmfffffftttttt!!!!"
"Have you learned your lesson?" Colleen replied with an enthusiastic
nodding of her head. "Do you promise to do exactly what I tell you to do? Do
you promise to be a good little slave girl?"
The naked slave girl nodded. She was at the point where she was willing to
do anything to avoid being punished again.
"Now I want you to turn around. Stand with your legs spread apart like they
are now, and show me your best asset."
Colleen had little doubt what her best asset was. She was a slave girl. She
existed only to bring pleasure to others.
"Put your head back so you stare straight ahead. Your pussy is now a public
playground. Anyone can use it and you will enjoy it."
After she had finished examining Colleen's pussy (and commenting on the
amount of use it had seen in the past), she had the redhead kneel facing her.
This enabled her to perform a similar examination of Colleen's titties. She
kneaded them and pinched the nipples. Wondering aloud how big they would be if
extended, she grabbed them by the nipples and pulled them as far toward her as
she could.
Attaching a leash to the slave girl's collar in front under her chin, she
brought the buxom captive to her feet. It was a short distance to the entrance
to the slave quarters. Having previously been a free woman, she was not familiar
with slave entrances. She had no idea where she was.
"I'm going to sit over here in the shade while you show off your wares.
Every time a free man or woman walks down this alley, you will do as you just
did for me. You will turn around with you legs spread and bend over. If they
don't stop to comment on what a lovely pussy you have, you will get one stripe
across the fanny with a cane. Once you bend over, you will maintain that
position until I tell you to straighten up."
The whipmistress stepped in front of the naked slave girl. Her titties
were so deliciously large it would be a shame not to put them on display also.
"While you're waiting, there is something else you will do. Pull you hands
higher on your back. Good. Now rotate your shoulders so these girls wiggle. If
you stop, I'm going to use the cane on your nipples."
Colleen did as she was ordered. Her tits seemed to take on a life of their
own once they were in motion. They wiggled merrily back and forth.
That was how the beautiful redhead spent the next hour and a half. Few
people came down the alley. Those who did were treated to the sight of the buxom
redhead bent over, displaying her pussy.
Since she was only another beautiful, buxom slave girl, nobody stopped to
admire her pussy. Tears streamed down her face as the willowy cane slapped
loudly on her bottomcheeks.
The whipmistress sat in the shade sipping a cool drink as she wondered how
long it would be before she was allowed to enjoy the slave girl's body.
Few people came down the alley. It was a shortcut only for people in a
hurry. She was certain more have come this way had they know this luscious slave
girl was out on display. She did not have time for anything fancy. Colleen's
master would be home from work early, eager to sample the charms of his latest
slave girl.
The naked beauty was happy when the woman led her back inside. Even being
led around by a leash was preferable to showing her wares to the public. She
knelt at the whipmistress's feet. The woman leaned forward to remove the gag
from the beautiful woman's mouth.
"I want you to show me that you know what your tongue is for. Lick my
boots until they are clean."
The whipmistress wore leather boots that came up to the knee. Slowly
Colleen leaned forward so she could reach the leather with her extended tongue.
Slowly she dragged the tip of her tongue across the leather.
She felt the mistress's hands on the back of her head, pulling her face
forward so her mouth was pressed against the leather.
"You don't have much enthusiasm for the job. Try harder. And look at me
while you are doing it."
The captive redhead pulled her head back so she could look up. The woman's
knee obstructed her view of her face. She moved her head to the side. The smile
on the woman's face told her she was doing as was expected.
Extending her tongue again, she slowly dragged it across the leather.
To be continued. Comments welcomed.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 28
Julie arrived early. She thought she would have to wait for Jane, but the
young woman was ready to go into the back of the establishment by the time Julie
arrived. The big chested brunette smiled as she saw her new acquaintance
disappear through the door and into the nether regions of the building. She
seemed almost anxious to be bound, gagged and rendered helpless.
Julie paid the fee, then sat down with a magazine. She did not have long to
wait. A woman wearing a short white dress guided her in back. She glanced at the
clipboard she carried, then looked up at the buxom brunette with a smile on her
face.
"You are going to get the full treatment."
"What does that entail?"
"It's like, the regular treatment, only more so."
The woman erupted into laughter. Julie failed to see the humor of the
statement, but, then again, the woman was not going to be the one tied up. She
hoped this would be worth it. It cost a little money this time. It certainly was
a pittance, but it was the principle of the thing.
"What do I do?"
"You just stand there. Others will do all the work."
With that announcement, the women went to the door. The buxom brunette
wondered for the 100th time that day why she had let Teresa talk her into this.
Julie wondered how long she would be left alone, but it turned out to be
only a few seconds. The women reentered the room leading a coffle of four lovely
slave girls dressed as French Maids. The buxom brunette wondered at first if
they were customers like her, or if they were slave girls. The presence of the
black leather slave collar around the neck of each answered that question. No
free woman would ever allow herself to be collared. With a collar on, she could
not trust anyone to let her free.
Julie might enjoy being tied up wearing the most scanty, revealing outfits
imaginable. But wear a collar? Never!
The woman removed the leash from the collar of the first in line. The
blindfold came off first, followed immediately by the handcuffs. A slap on the
fanny was her signal to start.
The slave girl leaped forward toward Julie. Circling behind the woman, she
began unbuttoning her blouse. The second French Maid removed her long skirt. By
the time the fourth was free, Julie wore only her panties and bra. These came
off quickly so Julie was totally naked, her bosom hanging invitingly for all to
see.
These slave girls had obviously had much practice undressing free women.
Julie simply stood there and let them disrobe her.
Resisting the temptation to cover her breasts and crotch, she let her arms
hang to her sides. Almost immediately two of the French Maids pulled her arms up
in front of her so they could pull shoulder-length, white satin gloves up her
arms.
The other two knelt to put a sheer black stocking on the brunette's right
leg. Julie had to stand on her left foot so they could do that. In just a minute
she had to shift to her right leg as they put a stocking on her left leg.
By then the first two were finished putting the gloves on the luscious
captive. One wrapped a black satin garter belt about her slender waist while the
other unraveled a long piece of rope.
Julie looked down as she felt hands running across her legs. The three
smoothed out the sheer material so there was not a wrinkle in either stocking.
They adjusted the length of the straps before attaching the tabs to the tops of
the stockings.
Before they were finished, the fourth French Maid had tied her hands
together behind her back. Julie had not even noticed that the woman had tied the
rope to her wrist with a simple hitch. The slave girl pulled her hands around so
the palms were together. She continued to loop the doubled over rope about her
wrists. Before tying a knot, she cinched those first loops so there was no
chance at all that the captive could get free.
That slave girl went to the woman who handcuffed her hands behind her back
before fastening the blindfold over her eyes. The submissive woman raised her
chin slightly to make it easier for the woman to attach the end of the chain
leash to the ring on the collar. The slave girl followed the woman across the
room. Next to the door, the mistress tethered the captive to a ring on the wall.
Julie did not see the end of that as her attention was elsewhere. One of
the three remaining French Maids had a ballgag that she raised towards the
helpless captive's mouth. As soon as the buxom brunette had her mouth open, the
slave girl wedged the bright red rubber ball between her teeth. Julie's eyes
opened wide with the enforced silence. They did not fasten the straps yet so
maybe, if she tried really hard, she might be able to push the ball out with her
tongue. She did not though. The only action she took was to move her eyes to
follow the slave girl as she turned to take her place tethered to the wall.
By then, not only were Julie's wrists tied together, but her elbows as
well. She could hardly even struggle, so securely had she been bound.
The slave girl who had bound her rushed across the room so she too could be
bound and tethered.
The remaining French Maid pulled the ends of the ballgag leather strap
behind Julie's head so she could buckle them together. As soon as she had done
that, she joined her three sister slaves tethered to the wall.
The woman pulled out a chain leash as she advanced on the helpless
brunette. Quickly she slipped it around her neck, attaching the end to a link.
She had no need to lock the leash in place. There was no way the captive could
free it with her hands bound. Julie was certain the chain and the clasp were so
strong that if she struggled, she would only hurt her neck without gaining a
millimeter of freedom.
Julie's hair was the next order of business. The woman pulled the pins out
so it fell down freely. Except that she did not wear a slave collar, Julie
looked like any other slave girl (though perhaps a little more big-chested than
most).
Smiling, the woman produced a leather blindfold which she secured over the
captive's eyes.
"Come along," she said as she gave the leash a gentle tug.
The buxom brunette stumbled along behind her captoress. The slave girls
remained behind in the room. Bound, blindfolded and tethered, they were not
going anywhere without assistance. They moved slowly out the door and a short
distance down the hall before turning right.
Once the blindfold was removed, Julie had to blink several times before her
eyes became adjusted to the light. There was no point in having her wear the
blindfold, except it did make her feel more as though she was a slave girl.
"Okay. Kneel down here."
Slowly the buxom brunette lowered her left knee to the floor. As soon as it
touched, she brought her right down to join it. She maintained this position,
with her rump still in the air, for several minutes. She heard sounds of people
moving about in front of her but could not tell what they were doing.
She felt hands pulling the blindfold off. Before she could see she had to
blind several times as her eyes became used to the dim light.
"Come on, Julie, no time for dallying. Get up."
Several pairs of hands helped her to her feet. Julie was not aware what she
did as her attention was on the bondage device before her.
There are few things as ubiquitous as a slave sack. The soft leather
conformed to form a ball about the captive so only her head protruded. Couple
with a leather slave hood, it was possible to cover the entire slave girl's body
in leather. Even if she should be able to escape from her bondage while in the
slave sack, she would not be able to get free.
The slave sack was a convenient way of transporting slaves around. Once the
captive was encased in leather, it was simple to pick the slave sack up and toss
it in the back of a wagon.
(It was also a convenient way to hold a woman who did not wear a slave
collar. Tie her up, toss her in a slave sack, and forget about her until it is
time to take her away. Her friends can walk right past her without knowing whom
she was.)
They pushed the buxom brunette forward so she had to step into the slave
sack. Two women, obviously free women though they wore short, white outfits,
tied her legs together. One looped a rope about her lower thighs just above the
knees. The other did the same to her lower calves immediately above her ankles.
After several loops, the women reversed direction so they could cinch the first
loops. Julie felt the ropes dig into her soft flesh. She knew she would not be
able to escape even before they tied the ends of the ropes together.
"Kneel."
This was easier said than done. Two pairs of hands held Julie's body so she
could pull her feet behind her. The two then lowered her body to the floor so
her knees and lower legs were on the leather.
Before proceeding with the slave sack, they first tied her legs together
again. One woman thrust the center of a rope between Julie's calves. She next
threaded both ends through the loop. One end went about each side. Back down
under Julie's fanny, she tied the ends together.
This made it impossible for the captive beauty to raise her fanny off her
heels.
The slave sack was divided into segments that heavy, industrial zippers
connected. Once they had Julie secured in the center of the leather bondage
device so she could not struggle much, they began pulling the zippers up. Once
the first zippers were up, they held the two adjoining segments in the air. Each
woman then moved to her right to attach the next segment to the first two.
With two women working on the zippers, it took them only seconds to finish
with them.
Before continuing with the slave sack, the two pulled a leather slave hood
over their captive's head. There were many different types of slave hoods. With
a slave sack, a slave hood with eyeholes was generally used. The eyeholes teased
the captive by allowing her to see, but usually the captive could see nothing
worthwhile.
One woman raised the leather bondage device in the air so she could bring
it down over the buxom brunette's head. Her companion placed her right hand
against the part in front of Julie's face so insure that the captive's nose
protruded through the nose hole. The other woman pulled the flaps together
behind her head. Quickly she buckled the ends of the single strap about Julie's
neck. They had no need for more, or for locks. The captive would be unable to
remove it.
The two free women then turned their attention back to the slave sack. One
woman slid a narrow leather strap about Julie's neck. The other pulled a zipper
up all the way, then bent it down so the hole in the tab fitted over a ring. A
simple clasp locked the tab in place so the zipper could not open.
The woman slowly made her way around the helpless captive. Once she had
three of the zippers secured in place, her associate started working on her
side. In a matter of minutes they had all the zippers locked to the strap.
With this, the only parts of Julie's body that were visible were her nose
and her eyes. A layer of leather held her captive on top the ropes about her
body.
The buxom beauty knew that struggling it was useless. She would remain in
that slave sack as long as they wanted her to wear it.
With the back positioned as it was, she could only see the wall in front of
her. She saw little flashes of movement as the women moved about.
She felt very much as though she was a slave girl, and for the thousandth
time that afternoon wondered what she had gotten herself into.
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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 29
Julie had no idea where they took her. All she saw of the trip was another
black leather slave sack (which she assumed was Teresa) and the side of a wagon.
Bound and hooded as she was, the journey seemed to take an eternity. She lurched
back and forth with the shaking of the wagon as it made its way toward its
destination. Since they were treating her as they would be any slave girl, they
told her nothing. She did not know where they took her and what fate they had in
store for her.
Finally the wagon stopped. Someone attached chains to rings on the slave
sack. As they shortened the chains, she felt the leather slave sack rising. In
seconds they suspended Julie in the air with the leather. They transferred her
from the back of the wagon to the ground where they dragged her inside a
building.
She waited there for a while. People came and went while she did nothing but
stare through the eyeholes at the wall in front of her. She wondered what kind
of wall it was and what type of building it was part of. As a pseudo-slave girl,
she had no need to know.
While she knelt there helplessly, she heard other wagons arrive. She guessed
the sounds she heard were those of them unloading other slave sacks. She gained
some degree of comfort in knowing that she and Teresa would not be alone.
Apparently others had the same fantasies as she.
She began to wonder how many slave girls she saw tethered about were not
truly, or at least, legally slave girls. How many where women like her. Women
who enjoyed being helpless and forced to enjoy the pleasures her body gave her.
Too soon it seemed to Julie, they started hauling slave sacks away. She
heard the scraping sound on the floor. From the sound it seemed as though they
were moving away from her. All she saw was the wall.
It was her turn. She leaned to the side as they pulled her away. Through
the eyeholes she caught a glimpse of more walls but they meant nothing to her.
When they reached the destination, they spun the slave sack around. Julie
faced in another direction but all she could see was another meaningless wall.
Several minutes later, they came for her. Julie tried not to stare at them
once they had the slave hood off her head. They were mistresses. Each carried a
willowy switch. The beautiful brunette knew they would not hesitate in using
them on her fanny if she did not obey completely.
Quickly the two pulled the zippers down so the segments of the slave sack
fell away. Grabbing the captive beauty by her arms, they lifted her body into
the air so they could pull the leather bondage device out from under her feet.
Unceremoniously they dropped her back on her knees.
They turned their attention to the ballgag. While one woman unfastened the
ends of the strap, the other got a replacement gag. (Julie did not think for a
second they were going to let her go about without some sort of gag.) When the
woman had the ends of the strap free, she placed one hand against the buxom
brunette's forehead to push her head back. As Julie stared at the ceiling, the
woman grabbed the strap where it emerged from each side of the rubber ball. With
a sudden jerk up, she pulled it out of the captive's mouth.
By then her colleague had the other gag ready. Julie did not have the
chance to close her mouth before the woman inserted it in her mouth.
Julie's big, brown eyes opened wide in shock. It was a penis-gag! The shaft
was long and hard. As she explored it with her mouth, she realized it was
contoured down to minor details so the wearer could believe she had a real one
in her mouth.
She had no item to react before the woman pushed her face forward so they
could get the ends of the strap together behind her head.
The buxom brunette quickly learned that this gag was much more complicated
than the ballgag. Only the crown of the dildo stuck in her mouth. Another eight
centimeters extended before her face, attached to a harness that went about her
head. When they had it completely strapped in place, one woman placed her hand
against the back of the dildo and pushed. The shaft slid easily into the
captive's mouth. When she had it most of the way in, the woman grabbed the end
to pull it back. The hard rubber shaft slid out as easily as it slid in.
"Down."
With that order they pushed her face forward so it was against her knees.
This gave them unobstructed access to her arms.
Quickly they freed her arms but Julie had no chance to move them. One woman
held her hands together while another slid a black leather single glove over
them. While the second woman pulled her hands through the leather, the other
pushed her elbows together. The two knew what they were doing and it took them
only seconds to get the leather bondage device in place. They pulled up the
zipper and the straps pulled over her shoulders and buckled under her arms.
Once again the buxom brunette was helpless.
One woman standing in front of her looped a chain leash about her throat.
Julie hardly noticed that as her attention was on the other woman who stood
behind her. She fastened a leather blindfold over her eyes. The buxom brunette
knew the reason for the blindfold. They were treating her as they would be a
slave girl. A slave girl had no need to know where she was.
She felt them tug on the leash.
"Come along, you cow."
Julie might have objected to that name, but she knew it was accurate. At
least they had not paraded her through town with a cow bell about her neck.
Secretly, perhaps, she was a little sorry. It would have been fun to see
the sly, jealous glances of free women when they saw how much bigger her titties
were. (The thought they might use slave blinders on her never occurred to her.)
The naked beauty staggered forward at the end of the leash. She was not
used to those high heels, and the blindfold made it even harder to her to move.
Still, if she was going to pretend she was a slave girl, she was going to have
to do it as a slave girl would.
From the sounds she heard she guessed she was in a corridor of some sorts.
A turn to the left led them into a room. After a few steps there was another
turn to the left.
"Spread ‘em."
A not-too-gentle rap on the inside of her left knee with a switch gave her
further guidance as to what they wanted. She moved her feet apart about a
quarter of a meter.
"Further."
Another rap from the switch, this one on the inside of her right calf,
added emphasis to the order. She obeyed quickly. She did not think they would
use the switch on her, she did not want to provoke them.
The luscious brunette was now in the ideal position for what they required
of her. The mistress squatted to fasten a leather cuff about her left leg just
above the ankle. Threading a chain through the ring on the cuff, she ran the end
back until she had taken all the slack from it. She then hooked it to a link.
When she had done the same to Julie's right leg, she had the naked
captive's legs spread so she could not bring them together.
The next step was to run a chain down from an overhead pulley. She locked
the end of it to the ring at the end of the single glove.
Before continuing, the mistress had to remove the blindfold. It was not
that Julie was going to be allowed to see what happened. She was a beautiful
woman. They wanted everything to enjoy that beauty.
The next step was to thread the end of another overhead chain through the
ring on the top of the harness holding the gag in her mouth.
It was as simple as that. Julie was all ready.
The mistress walked to a small cabinet on the wall. Inside was a lever held
in place by a lynchpin. After pulling the pin, she pulled the lever down.
Inserting the pin locked the lever in place again.
She walked over behind the naked captive. This time the pressure plate in
the floor reacted. The chain connected to the single glove shortened, slowly
drawing the captive's hands in the air. To be able to do that, she had to bend
over.
The mistress smiled. She had an unobstructed view of the brunette's pussy.
The chain connected to the head harness forced the lovely woman to pull her
head back so she could only stare forward.
The mistress walked around in front of Julie, taking instant notice of her
huge, dangling titties. Once she was in front of the brunette, Julie could only
stare at her crotch.
It was the perfect position, more perfect than Julie knew, but was about
to find out.
The woman grabbed the captive by the shoulders so she could pull her
forward. Bound as she was, Julie's body certainly could not move much, but it
did not have to. When it moved forward a few centimeters, the chain pulled on
the head harness, causing the device to move.
Julie's big brown eyes opened wide in horror as the rubber dildo slid into
her mouth.
Her body rocked back, drawn by the chains. The mistress pulled her forward
again, drawing the dildo once more further into her mouth than she would have
preferred.
This time as her body moved back, the mistress walked toward the door. A
pressure plate to the side released the tension on the chain, allowing Julie to
straighten up.
The buxom beauty could do nothing but stand helpless as the mistress
approached her again. Smiling wickedly, she slowly grabbed each tittie. The grip
was firm as her thumbs moved back and forth across the nipples until they were
hard and pointed.
"With these girls, I think you are going to be very popular."
Julie wanted to resist, but bound as she was, she could not. All she could
do was stand there and take the abuse. She rationalized that it really was not
that bad. She did not want to think that she was actually enjoying it, but she
was disappointed when the woman quit.
She watched the woman move to her left. The harness gag made it difficult
for her to turn her head. She was not certain whether they permitted that or
not. She decided she would continue to keep her head forward. She moved her eyes
to the left until the woman had disappeared, then she moved them straight ahead.
No one had said anything to her since she had been bound and gagged. She
wondered what the woman would do to her next. She listened for the sounds of the
woman's footsteps, but the floor was carpeted.
Julie had no idea how long she stood there bound, gagged, and naked. It
might have been only a few minutes, it might have been as long as an hour. For
the captive it seemed to be a day and a half.
"Look at the jugs on this one!"
The voice was male, and it was only a couple of meters to her left. The
beautiful brunette tried to turn her head in that direction, but the drag of the
chain on the harness about her head impeded her from turning much.
"Oh, no! Not a man!"
It was bad standing naked in front of a woman, but in front of a man? As
he appeared in sight on her left, she realized she stood with her legs spread
wide apart. She tried to draw her legs together, but her bondage kept her from
doing that.
"I haven't seen knockers as big as these in at least two or three days!"
The man laughed at his joke. Julie failed to see the humor of it, but she
did not think very much about her. Her mind was on other things.
The man raised his hands to grab her titties as the woman had. He kneaded
them, rubbing the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
It had felt good when the woman did it. To her chagrin, Julie thought it
felt even better when a man did it. The nipples grew so hard and pointed she was
afraid they might simply pop off her breasts.
"You know what they say, any more than a handful is wasted," another male
voice said out of sight to her left.
"Yep. There is a lot being wasted here."
The buxom brunette was still trying to figure out if they had
complimented or insulted her when the man quit. Julie wanted him to continue,
but knew she could not complain.
The whole purpose of her bondage, and of her position, because apparent
when the man stood behind her. The pressure plate beneath his feet caused the
chain to shorten. Slowly Julie bent over. With her legs spread, her pussy was
available.
"Mmmmmmmm," she groaned through the gag in her mouth when he took
advantage of her position. As he thrust forward, her body moved. The rubber
dildo slid into her mouth.
"Oh, no! I'm going to get it from both ends!"
As the man slammed his hips against her bottom to shove his cock in her
pussy, her body moved forward. The chain connected to the head harness pulled
the device in motion so the hard rubber cock slid into her mouth.
"Mmfftt."
She did not like the dildo in her mouth.
"Mmmfffftttt."
This would not be so bad, she thought, if it wasn't for the dildo.
"Mmmmfffffttttt!"
Maybe if she ignored it...
"Mmmmmfffffttttttttttttttttt!!!"
She panted for breath after coming as the dildo slid back and forth in
her mouth. Maybe it wasn't so bad she thought.
"Mmmfffttt."
Maybe, maybe...
"Mmmmmffffftttttt."
By her fifth orgasm Julie was actively sucking on the dildo. By the
eighth, she had her eyes closed as she imagined it was the real thing.
"Mmmmmffffftttttt!!!"
Half an hour after he began, the man was finished with her.
"Well, I'm off to find me a blue-eyed blonde."
Julie was sorry that he left. She had enjoyed herself so. His friend
remained behind. The naked brunette's hopes began to rise. On his way out, the
man had not stepped on the pressure plate that would allow her to straighten up.
She remained bent over with legs spread, available for instant use if the man
wanted to available himself.
He was content to fondle her dangling titties at first. Julie was as
aroused as a woman could be already, so what he did tease her. She moaned
through the dildo filling her mouth. She wanted him badly.
She knew why they kept gags in the mouths of slave girls, so they would not
be able to beg for more.
Eventually he moved around behind her. As he thrust his cock into her
pussy, the hard rubber dildo slid effortlessly into her mouth.
Julie felt herself coming almost immediately. She did not want the evening
to end.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 30
You may remember that the day before, Nadia, Lori and Becky arrived in town in
search of Nancy and her D.A.A.M. (Dominant Anti-Amazon Mistress) friends. Well,
Nancy had few D.A.A.M. friends in town, but a hot tip sent a part of Amazons to
a little town down the coast. It was there that Nadia found Nancy.
Or, to be more precise, Nancy found Nadia.
Nadia was a big girl, but there were five of them and they took her by
surprise. The first step was to slap a piece of tape across her mouth. They
could be assured then that the remainder of the activity could proceed without
interference from the other Amazons who were only a few meters away in another
room.
They pushed the big-chested brunette to the floor. She thrashed. She
kicked. But it all did no good. They rolled her onto her front. While two pairs
of hands held her hands together palm to palm, another wrapped a rubber strap
about the wrists. When they tied it, the young woman was helplessly bound, her
fate sealed. Nothing she did would stop them from turning her into a most
obedient and submissive slave girl.
While Nadia continued to resist, her efforts were no more successful than
before.
Three activities began about the same time. Besides shortening the time
needed from beginning to end, it kept the captive confused. While she fought
them from doing one thing to her, they did another unmolested.
At one end of the captive, one D.A.M. member knelt with Nadia's head
between her knees. The buxom captive could raise her head a little, but really
could do nothing to stop the woman from doing what she wanted. She pulled the
pins from Nadia's hair. Once she had it loose, she parted it in two.
Methodically, she formed the two halves into pigtails high on the sides of
Nadia's head near the back. She held each pigtail in place with a rubber band.
Other women started at various points of Nadia's body to strip her naked.
The hooked blade of a disrobing knife had no trouble cutting through the leather
of an Amazon's outfit. (They had to be careful though. Once they had been so
energetic in stripping a captive naked, they had cut her bonds.)
The final D.A.M. woman worked on Nadia's feet. First she bound her ankles
together with another rubber strap. Once that was done, she slipped her feet
into sandals with a fifteen-centimeter stiletto heel. (If Nadia was to look like
a slave girl, she had to be shod in shoes that were anything but "sensible.")
Once the garment was gone from the Amazons's arms, one woman tied her
elbows together using a third rubber strap. The elasticity of the strap kept her
from pulling the elbows together, but the strap provided enough constriction to
make her even more helpless.
When she had the sandals strapped to Nadia's feet, the woman pulled the
bottom of the latex sheath over her feet. The bottom was molded to fit the shape
of the captive's feet. She pulled it over the toes and about the feet. The hard
part was maneuvering the latex about so she could fit each stiletto heel through
a hole designated for it.
It took two women to pull it up the captive's legs. When they reached
Nadia's hips, a third woman joined the effort. The shiny black latex stretched
to fit the contours of the naked captive's body.
When they had it midway up her back, they shoved Nadia's bound arms into a
sheath attached to the back. Now, they not only had to pull the snug garment up
her body, they had to pull it up her arms.
The result was worth the extra effort as arm sheath worked as a single
glove.
The efforts to do this were made easier as Nadia's attention was
elsewhere. The woman who had formed her long hair into pigtails threaded each
through holes in a latex hood. She then pulled the hood down over the woman's
head. Nadia tried unsuccessfully to stop her. While she concentrated on moving
her head about, she ignored the latex sheath encompassing her body.
In a matter of minutes they had the Amazon encased in black latex. Little
of her body showed. The stiletto heels of her sandals stuck through but that was
not properly part of her body. Her hair cascaded down in a pair of long
pigtails. Her eyes and nostrils were visible through special holes in the latex
hood.
These were inconsequential though. What anyone would notice first though
was Nadia's large tits that protruded through a pair of holes cut in the chest
of the sheath.
Nadia could hardly resist when they moved her so she sat upright. The
woman did something to her hair.
"Come along. Don't Dawdle."
The buxom captive could do nothing as they pulled her to her feet and
dragged her across the room to a full-length mirror.
Nadia needed only one look to know that no one would recognize her. The
only part of her body that anyone would notice would be those giant breasts of
hers, and as the saying goes: "Tits is tits."
The captive's body was totally encased in the shiny black latex. While
Nadia's dark hair almost matched the hue of the latex, they had provided
contrast by tying a white sating bow to her hair where it emerged from the latex
hood.
Nancy put her left hand under Nadia's left tit. Her right arm was around
the captive to insure she did not fall over.
"I never met an Amazon who could resist a big tit."
She laughed as she let go. She then slapped each mound to watch it wobble.
Now you may wonder, who tits are larger, Colleen's, Julie's or Nadia's?
Nadia was a big woman and her tits were the largest of the three. Colleen was
much shorter, and if hers were a little smaller, they were larger in comparison
to her height.
(As was noted earlier in the day, anything larger than a handful was wasted
anyway.)
"Somebody check to see if the coast is clear."
Once they knew there were no Amazons lurking about in the corridor or the
lobby of the inn where they were staying, one of the women squatted a little so
she could sling Nadia over her left shoulder. The buxom captive tried to resist,
but there was nothing she could do.
The clerk watched with uninterested eyes as the five women appeared in the
lobby with a slave girl. (If she was not a slave girl, she certainly deserved to
be one for allowing herself to be bound as one.)
They set the latex-clad figure so she stood upright (with the help of two
of the other women who held her). One woman looped a rubber strap about the
captive's chest above her large, bare titties. Each end had a metal ring. She
threaded the smaller ring through the upper.
The lobby had many accessories that would allow a master or mistress to put
a slave girl on display for the pleasure of others. Nancy had chosen one of
these. A chain dangled down from the ceiling. Though they intended it to allow a
slave girl's hands to be secured over her head, Nancy could use it to accomplish
her aims. They attached one end of a short chain to the smaller ring on the
rubber strap. They then threaded the other end of the chain through the ring on
the end of the chain dangling from the ceiling. Two women lifted Nadia's body in
the air to create slack in their chain. One woman pulled it down and hooked the
working end to one of the links.
When the women let go and backed away, Nadia hung from the chain, her toes
a couple dozen centimeters above the floor.
The D.A.M. Women had done this often before to Amazons so the next step
took only seconds. They attached another chain to the metal ring at Nadia's toes
on the latex outfit. The woman threaded it through the ring on the floor below
the captive. She passed the working end to a cohort squatting behind the
captive. She threaded the working end through the metal ring at Nadia's
fingertips. Running the chain back toward the floor, she pulled all slack from
it before hooking it to a link.
This all left Nadia dangling without being able to move.
They had one more thing to do. There was one more ring on the latex outfit,
midway between her breasts at the bottom. Nancy hooked a short, but willowy
switch to it.
"Come on."
The clerk watched the five women scamper across the lobby to the corridor
leading to their rooms.
Once she was alone, Nadia began to struggle but learned what all slave
girls knew. Once she had been bound and gagged, she was helpless. Nothing she
did would gain her any freedom at all.
She tried to get the clerk to come over and free her, but he was too
occupied admiring the way those gigantic tits of her wobbled while she struggled
with her bondage.
Frustrated with her inability to get free, Nadia stopped struggling for a
while. After a couple of minutes, she tried to get free again with the same lack
of success.
The buxom beauty was still struggling when her friends came out. She
grunted through the gag in a vain attempt to let them knew who she was.
She did not more than present the image of a slave girl who needed
discipline. Danielle led the group to her. With hands on hips, the Amazon
studied the captive's helpless position.
"Big, beautiful tits, and they are just going to waste here."
Removing the switch from the ring, she used the end to poke one nipple,
then the other. The tips did not respond as she had hoped.
"Let's make these girls nice and pointed."
She began to slap the switch against the captive right nipple. The blows
were not hard, but Nadia's body convulsed in pain with every blow.
"Let me try."
Lori took the switch. Her targets were not the nipples, but each blow was
harder. Nadia tried to scream through the gag. She tried to let them know who
she was. Nothing she did helped. They passed the switch from one Amazon to
another until all had at least two turns. By then, a series of line welts across
Nadia's titties showed where the switch had landed.
Laughing, the Amazons moved on.
Nancy and her cohorts came out some time later. They wanted to make
certain the Amazons were gone.
"You were right, Nancy, the Amazons do know how to admire a fine pair of
tits."
Nadia did not resist as they lowered her to the floor. Once they removed
the chain from the ring at her feet, one of the women slung her over her
shoulder. The women hurried back to their room.
The clerk appeared uninterested until he was certain they could not see
him. As he watched the women disappear down the corridor, the faintest trace of
a smile appeared on his face.
Nadia found herself kneeling on a low bench. She could do nothing, not even
watch, as they bound her legs to the bench. One woman tied a rope to the ring at
her fingertips. She tossed it over a rafter. When it came down, another woman
eagerly pulled on it. By shortening the rope she pulled the buxom captive's
hands in the air. Nadia had to bend over. She fell forward, but because they
attached the rope to the ring, she did not fall down.
In this position, her bottom pushed against the latex. Nancy smiled as she
patted it.
"If there's one thing I like, it's a broad target."
The paddle was a common type, not unlike the one the Amazons used to force
a woman to submit. Nancy drew it back, then slapped it against Nadia's fanny.
Crack!!
The Amazon thrashed about, her massive tits wobbling wildly. The other
women laughed heartily as Nancy drew the paddle back again.
Crack!!
"I don't hear any complaints. She must be enjoying it."
Crack!!
Nadia continued to thrash about as much as her bondage would allow. They
all knew that before long she would be begging to wear the collar of a slave
girl. Until then they would continue to pummel her ass her switch, whip, and
paddle.
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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 31
We must not forget Colleen, the big-chested redhead. When last we left her,
the whipmistress had finished having her humiliate herself in front of free men
and women. She led the luscious slave girl through the building blindfolded. By
now Colleen walked faster than before, even though bound and blindfolded. She
had not become used to walking on a leash while blindfolded during her few hours
as a slave girl. Rather, she was too numb to resist or worry about what might
happen to her.
She continued to wear the blindfold when several sets of hands stripped her
naked. The blindfold came off for a few seconds so they could collect her long,
lovely tresses to fasten them out of the way above her shoulders. They did not
pin her hair on top her head as that was the hairstyle of a free woman, and
Colleen was a slave girl, no more, no less. A slave girl simply pulled her hair
over her head and held it there with both hands. A second slave girl wrapped a
leather sheath about her hair so one edge pressed against her scalp. As she
fitted this sheath in place, the other slave girl let go. The second slave girl
held the sheath in place so the first could buckle the two straps on place.
This sheath lifted Colleen hair's high above her head. She quickly
understood why. They did not want her long hair to get wet. Set in the floor
before her was a giant bathtub. Waiting for her was a pair of slave girls
tethered to rings set in the edge of the bathtub. Colleen saw they were naked
from the waist up. The water came up to their tits so she could not see from the
waist down but she suspected they were totally naked.
Steps led down to the water on the other end of the bathtub. Two slave
girls led Colleen down to the bottom of the steps. Once they had the slave girl
in water, they reattached the leather blindfold.
In the few seconds she had been able to see, Colleen saw that there were
only two mistresses present One was the woman who had brought her. Everyone else
present, those who had undressed her and fixed her hair on top her head, those
who waited for her in the bathtub, were all slave girls.
Each wore a slave collar and nothing else besides a bright red rubber ball
gag, identical to the one that insured her silence.
Colleen stood in the water with her legs spread wide as they had taught
her. The other slave girls went to work washing her. She felt them scrubbing
every part of her body. In that position, they had no trouble reaching every
crevice. When they finished, they guided her back to the steps. As she emerged
from the water, they rubbed towels over her body to dry her off.
The naked captive had to admit that she had never been subjected to such
luxurious service.
When they had her dry, the service continued as they sprayed her with
expensive perfume. They applied lip gross and nipple rouge.
The clothing was next. Colleen could not see it, but knew it had to be
expensive and erotic. To make it easier to get it on her, the slave girls
dressing the newly-collared slave girl's arms over her head so her hands were a
meter and a half apart. The luscious captive could not see that they locked each
wrist in a leather strap that was attached to a bar by a short chain.
The slave girls dressed Colleen first in a black satin garter belt. Small,
black satin ruffles lined the edges in front. The garter belt held up a pair of
black stockings, sheer except for the seam up the back.
While one slave girl slipped the buxom captive's feet into black, patent
leather sandals with fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels, another slipped the
black satin miniskirt about Colleen's slender waist. The miniskirt was the
typical length for a slave girl, it barely came to the tops of the stockings in
front while it was so short in back that the hem stopped at the bottom of her
cheeks.
A black leather belt, six centimeters wide went over the top at her waist.
(She did not realize that the belt was not necessary to hold the miniskirt up.)
The halter top was sheer black, made of the same material as her stockings,
and only slightly more opaque. The dusky hue gave the illusion of hiding her
titties, but each supple mound was clearly visible.
The blindfold came off so they could fix her hair. The ponytail on top her
head was funny-looking, and hardly romantic. The long red tresses were brushed
out, and then pinned back from her face.
They reapplied the blindfold. Colleen was a slave girl. She had to see
nothing.
She felt them attach a leash to the ring on the front of her collar. Once
they knew she could not flee, they freed her hands long enough for them to pull
shoulder-length, black satin gloves up her arms. One slave girl worked on each
arm. When she was finished with the glove, she pulled that arm behind Colleen's
back. When both were there, another slave girl attached handcuffs to keep them
there.
A tug on the leash told her to start forward. She stumbled along where they
led her. She did not know where they were taking her and only hoped they would
not punish her when they arrived.
"Stop."
Hands on her shoulders turned her body partway around.
"Spread ‘em."
A tap on the inside of her left knee with a switch reminded her of her
status. The buxom redhead spread her legs as far apart as she could.
That was how Colleen spent the rest of the afternoon waiting for her master
to arrive. She guessed she was alone, but with the blindfold on, she could not
be certain, and even if she was alone, where could she flee, dressed as a slave
girl and wearing a collar? With her hands cuffed behind her back she could not
do anything for herself. With the ballgag filling her mouth, she could not call
out for help.
All she could do was stand there and wait.
She heard voices, three of them. One, a male, sounded in charge.
"There is my new toy."
Colleen's body stiffened. She recognized that voice. It was her boss,
Calvin Cameroon. He must have come to rescue her!
She felt a hand on a tit.
"You know, I've admired these girls ever since you came to work for me.
From that first day, I've thought the only thing that could make them better was
a leather slave collar about that cute throat of yours."
He stood behind her with his arms about her body. One hand grasped each
tittie and gently squeezed it.
Colleen realized the horrible truth – her boss was not there to rescue her.
He was her master!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
His thumbs and index fingers concentrated on the nipples. He rolled them
back and forth until he felt them grow pointed. They were not hard yet. He knew
she was a new slave girl. He knew it would take a few days for her to become
aroused merely at her master's touch.
He knew it would happen, and it would happen much more quickly than the
redhead would ever imagine.
"Let me get rid of a few of these unnecessary trappings so I can better
admire my new, prized possession."
The first thing he removed was the blindfold. He tossed it aside. He
believed that if Colleen saw what he did to her, the more she would enjoy it and
want it again.
The top went next. The sheet top had no obstructed his sight, but with it
off, his hands now made direct contact with her flesh. Gently he caressed both
titties, slowly at first and then more rapidly with each passing second.
Colleen's body responded as he knew it would.
The miniskirt was next. With her legs spread wide, Colleen could not hide
her pussy.
Slowly his left hand moved down her body from her right tit to her crotch.
Gently he fingered her pussy. He smiled when the redhead closed her eyes after a
few seconds. Her breaths were becoming more rapid and shallow.
She was becoming aroused. This did not surprise him. She was a slave girl.
She lived to give him pleasure. That meant she had to share it.
"You're just as hot as I expected you to be. Come over here."
The way he worded it, it sounded almost as though it was a request but he
held her by both shoulders to turn her about and guide her in the direction he
wanted.
To her right and somewhat behind her, there was a slave girl bar. She knew
what its purpose was. She had seen slave girls set out for male use. Now it was
her turn.
Mounted in the floor a foot and a half from the bar was a mirror. She
wondered why it was there. Afraid she might break it and be punished, she
carefully stepped around it.
"Spread ‘em."
The buxom redhead moved her feet so they were more than a meter apart. She
looked down as she felt something at her right ankle. Her master was busy
fastening a leather cuff about her leg just above the ankle. When he had it
buckled securely, he attached a chain. When he had done the same to her left
leg, she could not pull her legs together to protect herself. She heard a
rumbling sound as the chains disappeared into holes in the floor. Her master had
triggered a switch that pulled the slack from the chains.
She felt her master freeing her hands. She knew her freedom would not be
long, and she was right.
"Bend over. Hands on the bar."
The luscious captive bent her knees a little as she leaned forward. Her
hands landed on the surface of the wood bar. Quickly he attached leather cuffs
to her wrists. These already had two chains attached to each cuff. Once he had
the cuffs on though, he pushed a lever that pulled all the slack from the
chains.
This left Colleen bent over, her weight resting on the palms of her hands.
Because of the leather cuffs and chains, she could not pull her hands away.
Though the naked captive was bound in the desired position, she still had
too much ability to move. An experienced slave girl would know to keep her body
steady. The master moved around behind the captive. Grabbing a chain that
dangled down from the ceiling, he pulled it over to Colleen where he attached it
to a ring on the right side of the leather belt about her slender waist. Quickly
he moved over to the other side to repeat the process.
With these two chains hold her bottom steady, the captive redhead could
hardly move at all. True, she could wiggle her fingers and flex her knees a
little, but that was about it.
Calvin was not quite ready to take advantage of his new slave girl's
helpless position. First he selected a slave girl in the hall. There were half a
dozen, dressed as French Maids, bound, gagged and blindfolded. The one he chose
had a dildo-gag. He led her into the room with Colleen and had her knee.
He dropped his trousers, but before availing himself of Colleen's pussy, he
fingered it first. He heard the captive moan, perhaps in humiliation at first,
but then with desire as his careful fingering brought her close to a climax.
His intent though was not to give her pleasure. She was a slave girl. She
existed only to give pleasure to others.
Colleen looked down. Mounted on the floor below her head was a second
mirror. This one was aligned with the first so she could see her pussy. She
watched his fingers play with her. She continued to watch as he pulled his hand
away, only to replace it with his cock.
Staring at the mirror in the floor below her head, Colleen had to watch as
he used her.
Yes, the correct verb is "used." A man might make love to a free woman. A
man might have sex with a free woman. But a slave girl? He only used them.
(The proper position for mounting a slave girl was the one Colleen was in.
A free woman might enjoy ecstasy with her knees against her chest, but the
proper way to enjoy the charms of a slave girl was to have her bend over with
her legs spread. While some romantics theorized that it enables the slave girl
to come more often, the truth was that it simply ensured that she knew her place
in society.)
As all slave girls about to be used for the first time, Colleen vowed she
would not enjoy herself. She continued to repeat that thought to herself as she
came for the first time. She repeated it over and over in her mind as she came a
second and third. She came so often that she lost track of the number if tunes.
She swore to herself that she had not enjoyed it, but was sorry when her
master quit.
The purpose of the second slave girl was not evident to Colleen, but her
master used her mouth to clean up. She used her tongue to clean him off, making
his cock longer in the process. She stared at her master, her blue eyes begging
for the opportunity to replace Colleen as the instrument of her master's
pleasure..
Ah, the buxom redhead has so much to learn about being a slave girl.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 32
Not far from where Nadia was undergoing an attitude adjustment at the
hands of Nancy and the other members of D.A.A.M, the slaver Canjac sat at a
table in a little inn enjoying his dinner. We met him earlier outside the walls
of the city where the Amazons were showing off Andrea and their latest
acquisitions. Canjac was a man of taste, a man of manner, a man with a
discerning view toward acquiring only the most beautiful, most sensuous slave
girls.
Servile? That was not a requirement to Canjac. His philosophy was simple
– the more beautiful the woman, the easier it is to turn her into a most
submissive slave girl.
So here he is, in the same little oceanside town as the Amazons and the
D.A.A.M. A coincidence? Let us see...
Canjac's plans for the evening were interrupted in a most delightful
manner when a bag of coins landed on the table next to his plate.
He had watched the woman's approach from the corner of his eye. When he
turned his head toward her, he did an instant appraisal of her looks. His
technique was quite simple. Look at the woman. Imagine her with a ballgag in
her mouth. If the mental image is appealing, she is beautiful. No need to study
the slope of her nose, or how high her cheekbones are. Shove a ballgag in her
mouth, and if it was worth the effort, she is beautiful.
The woman standing there passed the test easily.
She had her dark brown hair pinned up in the manner of a free woman. Her
eyes were almost an identical shade. Though she tried to hide it with the
attire she wore, he could tell she had a most delightful body.
"What is this for?"
He gestured toward the bag of coins in a most casual manner as he asked
the question.
Using that as an invitation, the woman pulled up a chair to sit down. She
leaned forward so no one could hear her plan.
"My fee. My name is Emily Adams and I want you to teach me to be a
whipmistress."
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes. You are Canjac, the Slave master."
"If you know me, then you know I do not use whipmistresses."
Her eyes flicked down toward the bag of coins as she thought about
retrieving it.
"Besides, I can sense that you are the type of woman who is better-suited
to wearing a collar, than welding a whip."
"I am not!"
She sat back in the chair, her eyes wide in indignation at his statement.
He knew why she wanted to be a whipmistress. She was afraid that if she
continued her own humdrum existence for much longer, she would find herself
stripped and collared. She thought there was protection in welding a whip.
Little did she know that he had his own stable of former whipmistresses.
"And how often have you been on your back in with a man on top of you?"
The beautiful brunette's eyes open wide at Canjac's lack of subtlety.
The slaver smiled.
"I can see that I was struck the mark there. I have a little wager for
you. Let me tie you up as a slave girl, and the use you as I would any other
slave girl, and if you do not decide to wear a collar, I will take you into
town and get you into an academy where they will train you as a whipmistress."
"No! As soon as you tie me up, you will put a collar on me."
"No." The slaver smiled again. "You were willing to take the risk of
going to town with me. What was to stop me from tying you up, slapping a slave
collar about your lovely neck, and tossing you in a slave sack? Had it been my
intention to force you to be a slave girl, you presented me with a much better
opportunity than what I am offering you."
The beautiful brunette sat back in the chair with her lips formed into a
pout that usually got men to do whatever she said. What Canjac said was true.
She had to admit that. It had not occurred to her before what risks she was
taking. She offered the money before he took her to town. She should have
offered to give it to him after he took her there.
But he was being honest with her. If she passed his test, she not only
would get started as a whipmistress, she would have her money.
"And you will let me go?"
"Yes. You might make a very good whipmistress, but I think your talents
lie elsewhere. There is no harm in finding out. If you are right, if you
should be a whipmistress, then you come out ahead."
"And if I win, what do you get out of it?"
Canjac smiled for a third time. "I get to enjoy the charms of a very
beautiful woman." Several minutes later, the two stood in a small
room off the great hall of the inn. This room was utilized often by masters
and mistresses so they could enjoy the charms of slave girls. There were many
accessories about the room that enable a master to bind a slave girl in any
position he wished.
"Lock your hands together behind the back of your head. Remember, you can
do nothing without my permission."
Canjac began removing the young woman's clothing. She wore slacks as was
common for a free woman. He allowed them to fall down to the floor. "Step out
of them." While the beautiful brunette did that, he unfastened the buttons on
the back of her blouse. He pulled her right hand down to pull the blouse off
that arm. When he was finished, he pulled her hand back up toward her head she
knew to put it back in the place where it was before. He did the same to her
left arm. In seconds the beautiful brunette stood there wearing nothing but
her white cotton pants and bra.
He removed the bra first. He did not let the beautiful woman see the
smile on his face when he saw her titties. They were just as marvelous and
perky as he expected them to be.
He dropped the bra on the floor at her feet. Her panties were next. He
slid them down her hips. Once they were at mid-thigh, he let go so they dropped
down to her ankles.
"Step out of them." Once she had done that, he added, "Spread your feet
as the far apart as your shoulders."
The beautiful brunette stood there for several minutes while he slowly
circled her, examining her naked, luscious body. He came to a stop behind her.
She tensed her body when she felt him reaching around in front of her from
both sides. His hands cupped her tits. Gently his fingers played with her
nipples. She could not help but look down as she felt the nipples become hard
and pointed.
"I can tell you have played this game before."
"Only once or twice."
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
Canjac crossed the room to a cabinet. While the main bondage items were
out in plain sight, the little accessories that complemented the ropes and
chains were hidden in a series of cabinets, cupboards and shelves along each
wall. While he did not know where the items were, he knew it would not take
long to find what he wanted.
From the second drawer of the cabinet, he selected a standard ballgag –
a bright red rubber ball with a black leather strap through the center of it.
Tossing it up in catching it in his hand, he made his way back to the naked
woman.
The beautiful brunette grimaced when she saw the ballgag coming. She had
come this far so she did not resist. She opened her mouth wide. Canjac slid it
between her teeth. Next he pulled her hands up so they were on top her head.
Then pulling the ends of the strap behind her head, he buckled them together so
she could not push the rubber ball from her mouth with her tongue.
He pulled the pins from her hair so her long dark tresses tumbled down
over her arms to her waist.
He brought his left hand down across her front, once again fondling the
naked beauty's titties. Emily tried to pull her body back. His touch was
not harsh. He played with her titties as any boyfriend would. She rather
enjoyed his touch. He knew what he was doing
"Before we begin playing, let me do something with your hands."
"Something" meant securing them in a leather singleglove. A strap ran
across her back, over her left shoulder and under that arm where Canjac buckled
it to the singleglove. He did the same to a strap that ran in the other
direction.
When he stood back, the young captive was completely helpless. There was
no way she could get free on her own. Naked and gagged, she certainly could not
go around begging people to free her (not that any would).
"Come over here."
She followed him across the room. He pulled a straight-backed chair out
and positioned it so it faced the center of the room. He sat on it.
"Now I want you to straddle my thighs."
The beautiful brunette thought she knew what he wanted her to do, but she
was wrong. Carefully she spread her legs apart as she waddled forward. When
she was seated on the middle of his thighs, he grabbed her tits with both
hands. At the same time, he spread his own legs apart, forcing hers further
apart. Her pussy was now exposed, and with the singleglove securing her hand
and arms behind her back, she could do nothing to protect it.
He surprised her. Instead of taking advantage of her exposed pussy, he
leaned forward to take the nipple for the left tittie in his mouth. He sucked
on it for the few seconds before drawing his tongue over it. Emily responded.
Both nipples became hard and pointed. Canjac knew she was enjoying herself,
though she might deny it.
He switched from the left tit to the right, alternating back and forth as
he made both nipples hard. The beautiful captive squirmed about on the man's
legs. She knew his cock was only centimeters from her pussy. She wanted to
impale herself upon it, but he was in control. He made all the decisions. He
was not ready for that. Bound and gagged as she was, she could not even beg for
it.
Canjac continued this sensual torment for almost ten minutes. He knew his
luscious waif was close to achieving an orgasm simply from his oral
manipulation of her nipples. He did not want that. He did not want her to
come.
"Okay. On your feet."
Emily was not used to being treated like this. Boys begged her for sex.
He just pushed her off his legs. She came to her feet and allowed him to guide
her across the room.
"Spread them."
Emily moved her feet apart. She saw in the floor near her feet metal rings
with short chains attached. On the other end of each chain was a leather strap.
She knew he was going to secure with her legs spread so she could do nothing
to keep him from availing himself of her exposed pussy. She almost looked
forward to the experience.
The beautiful brunette spread her legs so far apart that Canjac had no
trouble wrapping a leather cuff about each ankle. He saw no need to shorten the
chains as the naked captive's legs were already spread so far apart she could
not protect her pussy. Neither was there a need to attach a padlock to the
buckle. Both knew she could not get the cuffs off with her arms secured in the
singleglove. She could not run off.
The luscious captive bent over so her could use her from behind, but he
ignored her invitation for the moment. He walked to the wall behind them where
there was a winch. After unlocking it, he used it to lower a chain from the
ceiling. The chain ran from the winch to pulleys attached to the ceiling. It
dropped toward the floor right over the captive's head.
Returning to his naked captive, he grabbed her by the singleglove. She
was to be treated as a slave girl so there was no need for him to tell her what
he was going to do. Raising her hands in the air, he forced her to bend over
further. In this position, he had no trouble attaching the ring at the end of
the singleglove to hook at the end of the chain.
Smiling to himself, he backed away to examine his handiwork. The naked
brunette was in the perfect position to be used. She could not resist that
all.
Emily might have been beautiful and sexy as a free woman, but in this
position she was nothing more than another slave girl ready to be used.
"There is just one more thing."
Emily could not see what else he could do to her. She was gagged and
helplessly bound in a singleglove. Her legs were spread with her ankles secured
to chains that kept her from pulling them together. The singleglove was
attached to something that forced her to remain bent over, her bare ass
protruding, her pussy exposed and available.
The slaver returned a cabinet. Searching through several drawers, he
finally found a simple leather blindfold. This device consisted of a pair of
leather pads attached to a leather strap. Quickly moving back to his captive,
he slipped the device over her head. Tightening the strap by pulling the
working end through the buckle, he made certain that each pad was tightly
pressed against one of his captives's eyes.
Now Emily was even more helpless. She could not see what he intended to do
to her.
The naked beauty made her body tense as she expected the man to take
advantage of her helplessness. Instead, she felt his hands fondling her tits
again. She knew she had been close to an orgasm when she sat on his lap. This
only added to her frustration.
Emily had to wait until he was ready to use her. She had no control over
that.
When he finally made his way around behind her, she listened as he dropped
his trousers.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
While the ballgag could keep her from speaking, it could not suppress her
moans of pleasure.
"Mmmmmm!! Mmmmmm!! Mmmmmm!! Huh?"
He walked around in front of her where he could fondle those dangling
titties again.
"I bet you are the little town tease. You always entice man with vague
promises of your charms, but only a few are allowed to sample that playground
between your thighs. As you can tell, I'm in control now. I make the decision
whether you are allowed to come or not."
Giving the naked captive time to think about this, Canjac dressed and
returned to his table in the great hall of the inn. As it was, his other plans
were beginning to unfold.
He had only begun his second glass of wine when the door burst open and a
small mob of Amazons entered.
The leader of the Amazons, Danielle, stormed up to him.
"I thought you told us you heard Nancy and her D.A.A.M associates would be
here?"
Canjac smiled at her as he raised his class to his lips. He imaged a
bright red rubber ball gag wedged into that mouth. His smile became broader.
When he had finished, he said, "When you came into his room. I started
counting tits in came up two short. Where is your big friend with the even
bigger tits?"
"That has nothing to do with my question! You said you heard they were
here!"
Canjac gave a little smile just to infuriate her. He wondered what she
would think if she knew that her name was on his list. It was near the top of
the list in fact.
"But it does. You did not find D.A.A.M, but obviously they found you."
Slowly the Amazon straightened out. What he said was true. Too many
Amazons had mysteriously disappeared. It was D.A.A.M. at work.
"So what do we do now that they know that you know they are here. Now the
question is, if you were they, what would you do?"
Danielle frowned. Canjac frowned himself. She had such a beautiful face to
waste it on frowning.
"What are you talking about?"
"Now if I were they, I would note that you know they were here in town.
The logical thing for you to do is to collect all the Amazons you can find, and
come out here and make a room-to-room search of the entire town. I am certain
that you would find them."
This was so obvious, that her anger had pushed it from her mind.
"That is what you should do. That is what they will expect you to do."
"So what do we do?"
"If they think you are coming back here, they will immediately head toward
town. By the time you discover they are not here and return to town, they will
be hidden and no doubt laying traps for you everywhere."
"So what should we do?"
"Double the guards at the city gates. Perhaps even triple them. If they
try to slip into town, you will catch them. If they approach the town, they
will see your guards and realize they cannot get in. You will know them when
they flee so you will be able to catch them."
What he said made so much sense, Danielle, and all the other Amazons
accepted his idea without much discussion.
"Thanks. We owe you."
Canjac watched them leave as he finished his drink. Once the door was
closed, he muttered, "Stupid bimbos."
He returned to the room where he found the lovely Emily still in the
position he had left her. Of course, bound as she was, she could not alter her
position at all.
Groping her titties, he found the nipples almost soft. At his touch, they
became hard again. Quickly he dropped his trousers and went to work on her
pussy.
"Mmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Huh?"
He stopped when he could tell that she was about to come.
Quickly he freed the beautiful woman from her bondage. She flexed her arms
once they were out of the singleglove. The only trace she still had of her
bondage was the ballgag filling her mouth.
He gestured toward a cabinet.
"There is your clothing and a slave collar. When I return, I expect you to
be wearing one of them."
Have we finally met a person of character and honor, and man who can be
trusted? A man of integrity?
Yeah. Sure.
His destination was the same inn where Nadia was learning to be a good
little slave girl.
In the great hall, he noticed a pair of young women seated at a table. The
brunette was of average height, the blonde much taller. It took each only a
fraction of a second to pass the ballgag test.
The clerk behind the desk watched without reacting as he moved down a
corridor. When he knocked once on the door, a young woman opened it.
"Come in. Your information was right. Hey, Nancy, that guy is here!"
Canjac's eyes swept across the room. Except for Nadia, who had here face
buried in a woman's crotch, there were eleven women present. He applied the
ballgag test instinctively. The slight smile was an indication that all passed.
"You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Now the Amazons know you are here. I spread the rumor that you were
coming so they would send reinforcements. That one," he gestured toward Nadia,
"Was one of them. There are many to choose from now, but they have so many they
can come after you."
"What do you mean?"
The room was silent except for the slurping sounds Nadia made with her
tongue.
"They told me they have one group that will guard the town so you cannot
get it. Another one is going to come after you. You can't stay here, you can't
run, you can't get into town. As far as I'm concerned, I've never met you."
He turned as though to leave.
"Can't you think of something?"
"If you split up...No, any woman trying to enter the town is liable to
find herself wearing a collar. No, I don't see a way."
Loud arguments erupted behind him. He stopped at the door.
"There might be one way. Do you have a contact in town, someone you
trust?"
"Sure. It is..."
"Don't tell me. I don't want to know! There might be a way to get into
town without drawing the attention of the Amazons. I saw some shipping barrels
on the way in. You and your associates disguise yourselves as slave girls, and
send yourselves to you contact in town."
The loud reaction told him his suggestion had been rejected.
"You could use the shipping barrels. From the time you left here until you
arrived in town, the only part of you that anyone would see would be your
heads."
"You got to have a better plan than that."
"No, I don't. If I think of one, I'll let you know. But I figure by this
time tomorrow night this place will be crawling with Amazons. So whatever you
plan to do, you had better do it quickly."
With a polite smile, he left the room. Once the door was closed behind him,
he muttered, "Stupid bimbos."
At the great hall, the blonde and brunette had left. Canjac paused for only
a second. He would have liked to have invited them over to his place, but he
had no plans to put a collar on them. They were simply nubile and available
Besides, other things were happening.
The desk clerk continued to stare at him. Canjac raised his hand to his
nose with the index finger raised. Deliberately, he flicked the fingertip
across the tip of his nose.
The desk clerk said nothing, but raised his hand to repeat the gesture.
It was not until he was back at the inn that he remembered Emily.
He found the beautiful brunette kneeling in the center of the room. She
still wore the ballgag but now she had added a pair of handcuffs.
About her neck was the leather slave collar.
He pulled a chair over in front of her.
"There is a little ritual between a slave girl and her new owner."
He slapped his thighs with both palm. Emily staggered to her feet and laid
herself across his lap.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The naked beautiful squealed with each blow, but she was no in pain.
"On you feet, Slave Girl, I think we have some unfinished business over
there."
Emily rose as quickly as she could. She practically leaped across the room
to the place where he had secured her. She spread her legs so he could fit the
leather cuffs about her ankles.
She looked over her left shoulder and grunted for him to hurry up.
To be continued -- comments welcomed.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 33
And so, what was lovely, red-haired Colleen up to once her master finished
using her?
A whipmistress led the buxom beauty about the house on a leash, this time
without a blindfold. She knew they all assumed rebellion was the last thing on
her mind since her master had favored her by using her body.
Perhaps they were right. Colleen had come many times, more than she ever
had as a free woman. She was too exhausted to try to escape. As she walked
through the house she wondered how often her master intended to use her, and if
there were other men about who had the right to sample her abundant charms.
The whipmistress walked quickly, forcing Colleen to struggle to keep up.
She was unused to walking around in those high heels yet. Periodically the
mistress would jerk on the leash as a reminder for the little slave girl to keep
up. Colleen would respond by moving her shapely legs faster, the high heels
clicking loudly on the floor.
Without warning the mistress slipped the end of the leash over a latch on the
wall. The latch snapped shut when the ring pressed against it. The mistress then
continued down the hall without
breaking stride.
Colleen, tethered to the latch, stood helplessly until someone came to free
her.
The captive beauty studied the latch as she waited. The simple latch, made
so a person could attach a leash with one hand, was mounted on the wall two
meters above the floor. The redhead knew she could not reach it with her arms
cuffed behind her back. She could not escape. She could only stand there,
waiting.
She was a slave girl. She had no will but that of her master's and she had
no doubt at all what he wanted.
The buxom redhead studied her tether chain with such intensity that she did
not see the door a meter to her left. Within a couple minutes a French Maid
emerged to free the end of the leash. A tug told the slave girl to follow her
into the room.
The buxom slave girl noticed immediately that this slave girl had a
different type of gag. The one Colleen wore was identical to what most of the
others wore, a ballgag consisting of a bright
red, rubber ball with a black leather strap through a hole in the center. The
ends of the strap were buckled behind her head under her long hair.
This French Maid, and three others in that room, had different gags. As
with Colleen's gag, a black leather strap held the gag in the captives' mouth.
No rubber balls filled their mouths to insure their silence. Without seeing what
filled their mouths behind the leather straps, the redhead knew what they had
their long hair was also fixed in pigtails high on the backs of their heads so
it was not near their faces.
Each wore a dildo gag, a symbol of her oral submission to men. Each wore
her hair in pigtails to insure her long tresses did not get in the way when she
used her mouth to please men.
The French Maid holding leash led her to the center of the room where the
other French Maids bound her spreadeagle between chains dangling from the
ceiling and others mounted to rings set in the floor. She was helpless and
vulnerable. She was a slave girl.
During brief periods of partial freedom, the French Maids stripped her
naked. They would release an arm or leg whenever they needed access to a
particular limb. Once they were done, a slave girl pulled the limb back into
position and attached a leather cuff so she was once helpless.
A whipmistress watched from a stool set against one wall with her eyelids
half closed with boredom. These French Maids were well trained and quite docile.
Resistance or escape was the thought furthest from their minds. With nothing
better to do, the mistress studied each of the French Maids as she tried to
decide which to take her to room that night to please her.
They dressed Colleen in green satin. Her shiny green satin bra lifted those
massive boobs, pressing them together to give an impressive view of cleavage.
The green patent leather high-heeled sandals matched the bra. About her hips
they fitted a green satin garter belt. Basically it was, but along the edges in
front and on the sides were black lace ruffles. The stockings had a greenish
tint to them, just enough to make them match the rest of her outfit.
As with the bra, the panties were green satin. One French Maid knelt on
each side of the redhead to secure the panties in place. The panties were little
more than two satin triangles, a small one in front and a somewhat larger one in
back. They were held in place by a pair of thin satin ribbons on each hip. The
French Maids tied and retied the ribbons until they had the panties
stretched snugly across her round bottom.
Colleen knew a tug on the bow on either hip would cause the panties to fall
to her feet. She remembered that old adage that the only reason to put panties
on a slave girl was to remove them.
The dress was green satin to match the remainder of her outfit. The
neckline was cut so low in front that it followed the top of the twin cups of
the bra. The cut of the dress emphasized
Colleen's impressive cleavage. The skirt part was flared and so short that if
she bent over, anyone standing behind her could see the panties.
About the redhead's slender waist they fastened a broad, black leather
belt. The lovely captive looked down while a French Maid buckled it securely in
place. While that was going on, two others unfastened her arms. They brought
them around behind her back where they held each hand against the opposite
elbow. About the time they had her arms in the proper position, the French Maid
was finished with the belt. She moved around behind the captive where a fourth
French Maid had a black leather armbinder ready.
With each hand at the opposite elbow, the captive's arms formed a U. The
armbinder fit about her arms to hold them in that position. Quickly one French
maid held the leather bondage device in position while the other laced it up.
Instead of holes for the laces, there were little hooks so all the slave girl
had to do was whip the laces back and forth. In a couple of minutes she had
laced the device together from one end to the other. She threaded the ends
through a set of holes at the end. When she tied a bow, she had the buxom slave
girl helplessly bound.
Colleen discovered she was even more helpless now than she had been before.
She could move her arms little. She could certainly do nothing to defend
herself.
While the French Maid finished lacing the device together, another
approached with a leather strap. Although Colleen was already helpless, that
was not enough.
Below each elbow on the arm binder there was a ring. Near each was another
ring, these on the belt about the captive's waist. The slave girl attached the
strap to the ring at Colleen's right
elbow. Next she threaded the end through the ring on the belt. After threading
it through the other ring on the belt, she attached it to the second ring on the
armbinder. This strap pulled the armbinder snugly against the belt. It was
impossible for Colleen to move her arms away from her back.
Since Colleen had nothing to do until they were finished with her, she
studied her sister slave girls.
They appeared quite content with their status in life. Those with the
dildo-gags were busy sucking on them.
Once in a while she thought she saw one or two of those with ballgags
throwing covetous glances at those with the dildo-gags.
Another French Maid attached a chain leash to Colleen's collar. Once they
were done with the armbinder, she pulled on the leash. Colleen did not resist
but merely followed where the slave girl
led her.
The French Maid turned left out the door. Her bottom wiggled from
side-to-side as she hurried along, the captive redhead in tow. Colleen had
trouble keeping up. She was not used to walking in those towering stiletto
heels.
They passed many other slave girls. Some were tethered to rings on the
walls. Others, dressed as French Maids, cleaned things that appeared to be
clean.
Some were chained naked, slightly bent over, legs chained far apart.
Colleen knew why her master had them bound in that position. She looked to the
right as they hurried past three displayed slave girls and wondered if he bound
them in that position as a punishment, or as a reward.
One glance told Colleen the French Maid had led her to her master's dining
room. On her right there was a dinner table. The French Maid and Colleen with
her stopped next to the chair at the
head of the table, Colleen spreading her legs wide apart as she knew a good
slave girl should.
Colleen tried to look over her left shoulder when the French Maid moved
around behind her, but her long tresses blocked her view. Her ability to see
ended abruptly when the French Maid slipped a black satin blindfold over her
head. The elastic strap made it easy to put it over her eyes. The blindfold was
simple, but quite effective.
Colleen felt the French Maid remove the leash, and heard her walk off.
Colleen spent the next hour blindfolded, bound and gagged. She heard dinner
being served, the tinkling of glassware, plates and glass, the clicking of
several slave girls' high heels on the floor.
No one paid any attention to her.
"I guess I'm being saved for dessert."
As it was, the buxom little slave girl was correct in this thought. When
her master finished with his dinner, he signaled a slave girl to bring the
redhead to him. Taking her by the hips with both
hands, he pulled her forward. Colleen had to spread her legs wide to straddle
his legs. She sat in his thighs with hers spread wide apart.
Her breath came in short gasps. She found herself becoming aroused just at
the thought of being used. She wished he would remove the panties so he could
get at her pussy.
He removed the blindfold first.
"Let's see what kind of tasty treats we have here."
Hooking his finger in the neckline of the dress, he pulled both the dress
and bra off her left tit. He turned his attention to the other side. In seconds
that tittie was visible too.
"I have been looking forward to owning these girls since I first saw you."
His left hand massaged the nipple of the right tit as his mouth sucked on
the left. Once it became hard and pointed, he rubbed his tongue on it.
Colleen responded with an excited squeal through the gag. She tried to
squeeze her legs together but could get no relief. She issued one little moan
after another.
"I think it's time for you to earn your keep."
He removed the ballgag. In seconds, the new slave girl knelt between his
knees, his cock
in her mouth. With his hands on the back of her head, she could not pull her
head back to pull it from her mouth. She rammed her mouth forward, then pulled
it back. Faster and faster she went as she wondered if he would ever come.
When he felt himself coming, he pulled her head forward so his enlarged
cock stuck deep in her mouth. The goo exploded into the back of her mouth and
slid down her throat.
"Now I want you to lick it clean."
The only mess was in her mouth and she had swallowed most of it. Still, he
was her master and he had given her an order. The action of her tongue on his
cock caused it to become swollen
again. The tip of her tongue lapped against it from the crown to the base.
"Kiss it. Now make me come again."
The redhead's tongue, lips and jaw ached by the time her master came in her
mouth again. She was becoming used to pleasing him. She looked up as her head
moved forward and back, seeking his approval of the job she did with her mouth.
Colleen thought she was done, but discovered there were other men there.
The majordomo was first. There were retainers and guards. A whipmistress led her
from one man to another. On her knees she brought them pleasure, then used her
mouth to clean up.
Hours later she found herself back on her knees in front of her master.
"I have a new treat for you."
He held a dildo-gag down in front of her face.
"Now I want you to make love to it."
Colleen took the hard rubber shaft in her mouth and began pumping her head
up and down as she had on his cock. She continued as long as her master wanted
her to, but almost crying, wishing she was doing this with the real thing in her
mouth.
"You are a good little slave girl, Colleen. I think you deserve this."
He pushed the dildo into her mouth with one hand and held it there. His
other pulled her head down.
"Press your lips together to hold it in place."
This freed both hands to fast the ends of the strap together behind her
head.
He signaled a whipmistress to get the kneeling slave girl. She attached a
chain leash attached to her collar. Colleen came to her feet when ordered by a
tug.
The buxom redhead did not need another to know to follow.
That morning she had been a free woman. Now, in less than a day, she had
become a most submissive slave girl. The dildo-gag told everyone that she
willing to do anything to please her master.
Then Colleen saw the looks of the other slave girls, staring at her. They
were not laughing at her humiliation behind their ballgags. Most of them were
not as beautiful as she was, and none had knockers as large as hers. They were
jealous of her.
There was a hierarchy among the slave girls. In just a few hours Colleen had
moved near the top of it in this household by showing her master just how much
she was willing to please him.
Colleen stared straight ahead so the other slave girls knew she ignored
them. They had been slave girls longer than she. If they had not learned to
please their master as she had, they were not worth looking at.
She walked as fast as she could in those high heels, her eyes staring at
the whipmistress holding her leash. She held her nose slightly in the air, a
certain sign of disdain for the other slave girls. With each step her tongue
moved rapidly across the surface of the shaft in her mouth.
She had earned the favor of her master. She wanted to be ready to please
him the next time.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 34
Except for the occasional moan of a slave girl as a switch played across
her soft flesh, all was silent in the town. No furtive figures lurked in the
shadows nor flickered past the dim light cast by the occasional unshuttered
window. Perhaps the only sign of movement was the faint clanging of a bell as a
ship rocked to and fro on the water.
Several blocks from the ocean, the inn stood cloaked in the darkness of
the night. A lantern near the door lit the way for the lonely traveler but few
came in the direction. People with money went elsewhere. Those who came here
were afraid of the darkness or had something to hide.
In this inn, plots were hatched; schemes were developed; plans were made.
This night, well after midnight, behind a locked door, the germinal of an idea
were being put to the test.
"Are you sure about this?" Donna asked.
"Of course not! But I don't see what else we can do. At least let me give
it a try."
Nancy and Donna discussed Canjac's idea of them smuggling themselves into
town disguised as slave girls. Nancy wondered whether she could stand to be
tied up for the journey. The trip up the coast by the cargo boat would be less
than a day. Sure, she had been tied up before, they all had played that game.
Most free women had a fantasy of being helplessly tied up, and then forced to
come over and over and over by the hungry mouth of a slave girl. Or to be used
by an endless line of insatiable men.
But to be tied up for almost a day?
"What do you think?"
Nancy held her arms out as she danced around in a little circle. She was
naked and enjoying it. While a free woman might expose her tits or pussy in
public so a slave girl could service her, she did not expose her body for the
admiration of others. That was why they had slave girls.
"I've seen better bodies."
Nancy slammed her hands on her hips.
"Whose?"
"Well, Nadia's for one."
The leader of D.A.A.M. pouted. Her friend spoke the truth. She knew Donna
had a better body than she did too. Her friend's titties were just as big as
Nadia's were, and the mistress was thirty centimeters shorter than their newly
acquired slave girl.
"Okay. Let's get on with it."
"What do you want to do first?"
"Get some clothes on."
The two laughed. There was little difference between a fully dressed slave
girl and one stark naked. Many argued that the scantily-clad slave girl with
her charms barely hidden was sexier than one buck naked.
The leader of D.A.A.M. decided on a standard slave girl's outfit. Black
satin bikini panties covered her lower body, one small triangle in back and a
much smaller one in front. Donna helped her tie the bows on her hips to hold
this shiny garment in place.
The beautiful brunette looked down at the triangle barely covering her
pubic hair. The tip of her tongue nervously slid across her lower lip. A tug on
either bow and the black satin would fall away, exposing her most private
charms.
Nancy snapped the flared, pink satin miniskirt together about her slender
waist. Three tiny pearl buttons from the hem to the waistband held it together.
The halter top was little more than two pink satin triangles that lifted
the wear's titties and pulled them together while offering little support.
While Donna tied the ends of the strings together behind her neck, Nancy stared
at her chest. Her nipples formed little cones in the material.
"Don't forget...." she began.
With that, Donna pulled the pins from Nancy's hair so her dark tresses
fell down to her waist.
"I thought you might tie me up in a hogtie."
"I'm doing the tying. You are pretending to be the slave girl. I decide
how you get tied up."
"Yes, Mistress," Nancy said in a meek little voice. She and Donna erupted
into loud laughter.
"Turn around with your hands behind your back."
The buxom brunette doubled the cord over to form a loop. Threading the
ends through the loop, she formed another loop about Nancy's wrists. She
quickly pulled it tight before making two more passes with the cord so a total
of six loops encircled the beautiful captive's wrists. Donna separated the ends
of the cord to pass them between Nancy's hands and forearms. These two loops
cinched the first six loops. She tied the first knot.
Donna had tied Nancy so tightly she had little chance of getting free. The
mistress knew how to tie a woman so she could never escape.
Running the ends of the cord up to the brunette's left elbow, she looped
it about her upper arm. She ran the ends about the right upper arm, and then
around again so there were four loops. Placing her left hand on Nancy's left
arm, she pulled on the ends of the cord in her right hand. This pulled her
elbows together. Donna kept the slack from the line while she cinched and
knotted the cord.
"Well, what do you think?"
She turned her friend around so they faced each other. A mistress treated
a slave girl this way. The mistress stood still while the slave girl moved.
Nancy struggled a little with her bondage.
"Nobody uses cords the way you do."
"I know that. Stand right there."
Donna selected a shorter cord to use next. She passed it around Nancy's
upper arms and chest above her bosom. She tied the ends together in front.
Turning Nancy so she faced the door, she placed the third cord between
Nancy's back and arms, threading it in a loop around the previous loops. As
Donna pulled hard on the working end of the cord, she cinched the loops about
Nancy's upper arms. When she finished, she had Nancy's upper arms pinned to her
back.
The next cord went about Nancy's slender waist, securing her arms against
her lower back. Again, she tied the knot in front. With the beautiful
brunette's arms secured behind her back, there was no way she could reach the
knot to undo it but for good measure Donna used another piece to cinch that one
as she had the one before. When she tied the knot, Nancy's lower arms were
securely snugly against her lower back, rendering her even more helpless.
"I don't think I've ever been tied this tightly before," the captive said,
looking down at her bondage.
"That reminds me...." Donna said. Without finishing that sentence, she
turned to pick up a ballgag. "Good slave girls are seen and not heard. Open
up."
With her left hand she wedged the bright red rubber ball in between the
captive's teeth. Placing both hands on Nancy's jawbone, she pressed the ball
with both thumbs so it popped easily into the brunette's mouth.
The luscious captive knew what to do next. She turned around so her friend
could thread the working end of the strap through the buckle. With practiced
hands she buckled the ends together. The ball could not come out of Nancy's
mouth. She had effectively silenced Nancy until someone chose to remove the
gag.
The captive started to turn, but Donna grabbed her by the upper arms.
"Don't move! I didn't tell you to move," she added.
With Nancy facing the wall, Donna made a few alterations to her captive's
attire. She had pulled the ends of the strings freeing the halter top. Nancy
looked down her boobs. The cords about her body kept the shiny pieces of
material from falling off to expose her titties. She turned her head to grunt a
protest, but she had worse things to complain about by then. Donna pulled the
miniskirt off with one jerk, then tugged on the bows holding the panties on
Nancy's hips. While the cords caused the halter top to remain in place, there
was nothing to hold the panties in place. They fluttered to the floor.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Nancy's futile protests were too late.
Donna spun her captive around. Once the half-naked woman faced her, she
hooked the index finger of her left hand on the string connecting the satin
cups and pulled. When the garment would not come out from beneath the cord, she
grabbed the material with each hand. Despite the resistance, the flimsy halter
top came free.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"Now you look more like a slave girl."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"Be good, or we will continue this out in the lobby."
Nancy's beautiful blue eyes opened wide in horror.
They all had engaged in this sort of playful activity at one time or
another. Dress a free woman as a slave girl and tied her to a post where
everyone could see her. They all considered it fun to be naughty. One episode
was different.
One day they secured Kendall in a pillory in the great room of an inn.
Except for the high heeled sandals, garter belt and stockings, she was naked. A
real slave girl knelt behind her. The beautiful woman could do nothing as the
slave girl used her mouth to make her come time after time.
A man removed Kendall's ballgag. While she came repeatedly, she had to
suck cock until the man came in her mouth. She had no choice. If she did not
please the man, he would punish her as he would any other little slave girl.
Kendall was inexperienced and did not know what to do. But, what was there to
know? She made the man come and he went away happily.
The other women laughed but it was a nervous laugh. Everyone knew that the
next time it could be she. And secretly, each wondered what it would be like to
please man in that manner.
"Sit on the floor with you legs out in front of you."
Not that the beautiful brunette would have objected anyway, but Nancy
realized that she was in no position to do anything other than what Donna
wanted. Slowly she lowered her left knee to the floor, then brought her right
down to join it. Once her bottom touched the floor, she swung her legs around
in front of her.
Donna started at the knees, looping a cord several times about her
friend's lower thighs. After a half dozen passes, she changed the direction of
the cords so the next few passes cinched the first six. When she finished,
Donna tied a long cord to the cord between Nancy's legs. She tossed one end to
the right and the other to the left. She would need them later.
Crawling down to Nancy's feet, she did much the same to her ankles that
she had to her knees. When she sat back, she had Nancy's legs securely bound
together.
"Okay, now get into a kneeling position."
Nancy pulled her legs back, but discovered she could not get them under
her fanny. She tried to jerk her body into the air, but with her arms bound
tightly to her body, she could not get the necessary momentum. Finally Donna
helped by lifting her by her arms.
Nancy looked over her right shoulder as Donna tied one end of a long cord
to her bound ankles. The woman then looped it across the captive's upper thighs
and back down to her ankles. When she tied a knot, she had the brunette's
thighs bound to her calves so she could not raise her fanny off her ankles.
"Now, face down against your knees."
After she did that, Nancy discovered why Donna had that long cord tied to
the cord about her lower thighs. By passing both ends across her upper back,
she insured that the beautiful captive could not raise her body from that
position. Donna had bound her with her large bosom smashed against the top of
her thighs.
But Donna was not done, even though she had her friend helplessly bound.
She brought the ends of the cords up in the air. They crossed at the back of
the brunette's head, pushing it down so her face was against her knees.
(These also pressed Nancy's long hair down about her neck, making it
almost impossible to see that she did not war the collar of a slave girl.)
Smiling broadly, Donna rose to her feet so she could circle around the
kneeling captive to look at her from all sides. She knew Nancy could not see
that satisfied smile on her face. Donna was both beautiful and arrogant and she
enjoyed seeing another beautiful and arrogant woman helplessly bound. When she
reached the point from which she began, she looked down at the captive, her
hands on her hips, her eyes wide with excitement. She knew how uncomfortable
Nancy must feel being bound in that position.
"Now, you just relax and have a good time. I'll be back for you in a few
hours. Or perhaps a few days."
Nancy responded as she hoped she would. She squirmed and made little
grunting noises through the gag. Donna laughed loudly as she closed the door
behind her.
As soon as she heard the door close, the beautiful brunette began
struggling violently to try to get free. She soon discovered that Donna had
bound her too securely for her to move much. As she tried to move each part of
her body, cords dug into her flesh, either there or on the other side of her
body.
She could not escape no matter how hard she tried.
The little grunts she made as she struggled masked the sound of someone at
the door. She did not hear the sound of the knife slipped between the door and
the jamb. A fraction of a millimeter at a time the knife worked the lock until
it popped open.
Nancy stopped wiggling when she heard that sound. Someone was at the door!
She was certain Donna had locked it. At least she thought she had. She tried
to raise her head to see but could not.
"There! That got it!"
The door opened. She could not see it, her face was pressed against her
knees, but she felt the air moving as the door swung open.
Two people entered the room. Their tread was light. They did not wear the
high heels of slave girls. They wore "sensible" shoes of a free woman. The
tread was certainly too light for a man.
"There's nobody here."
Nancy did not count, of course. She was bound as a slave girl so they
assumed she was one. With her long hang about her neck, they could not see that
she did not wear a collar.
"You look over there. I'll look over here."
Though Nancy could not tell, it was the blonde and brunette from the great
room. They were in the inn because they were sneak thieves.
"Toni, here's a bag of coins."
Toni was the tall blonde. Nancy concentrated to remember the name. She
would have her vengeance in the morning. They would find this Toni and whoever
her friend was.
The brunette was Jennifer though Nancy did not know it.
Nancy remained quite still as they moved past her. She was certainly more
valuable as a slave girl than any bag of coins. If they found her bound without
a collar, they could legally turn her into a slave.
The two young women made two complete circuits of the room in search of
loot. They moved quickly and were thorough. They did not care what kind of mess
they left behind. Satisfied they had all the valuables in the room they could
take without getting caught, they left.
Blood surged through Nancy's body. She had almost been caught. The
exhilaration was great. Even after they had left, the captive's breath came in
short, rapid gasps. Her heart pounded quickly in her throat.
She had knelt there as a slave girl and they had taken no notice of her
at all!
She concluded Canjac was correct. If they smuggled themselves into town as
slave girls, no one would notice them.
The trap had been set, and Nancy, with aid from Toni and Jennifer, had
baited it herself.
To be continued ¨C comments welcomed.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 35
The Amazon's headquarters in town lay close to the slave market, but too
not far from the gate leading inland. They owned the whole block. Small shops
on each side street provided a cover should they need one (as Mia had learned
early that day). Within those walls, the Amazons developed plots and
counterplots to turn young women into slave girls while protecting themselves.
The front door led to the reception area where visitors came to transact
the business of buying and selling slave girls. The Amazons recently replaced
the glass door with a heavy oak one. Though they thought it unlikely would
happen, the way D. A. A. M. had operated against them lately, they wanted to
take extra precautions. At sundown, they locked the single door in front and
the two small and one large doors behind the building. They admitted only those
whom they knew.
To the casual passerby at night, the building appeared to be deserted.
Within the walls though, there was a bustle of activity. Slave girls were slave
girls twenty-four hours a day. Those new to the collar had to be taught to
please a mistress at any time of the day.
One figure scurried down the alley behind the block. Halfway down the
block, it ducked into the shadows. Since the objective was the Amazon's
headquarters, we know the person was female.
She paused in the shadows for almost a minute to insure no one followed.
Satisfied she was alone, the figure hurried forward, the cloak billowing out as
she trotted the last few meters to the door. She rapped twice, then she looked
behind her in both directions.
When she heard the covering over the peephole slide open, she leaned
forward so the person within could recognize her. Though no one was around, she
did not want anyone to overhear her name.
She heard the sound of the guard drawing the bolt. Before stepping inside,
she looked behind her again. Once she was inside, the guard closed and locked
the door.
"Why do they have you on the door?" she asked as she removed her cloak.
Lori peered through the peephole for a second before turning to answer.
Lori had arrived with Danielle the day before. She was not one of the regular
Amazons assigned to this town.
"We ran out of people. Most went with Danielle to some little town down
the coast. Almost everyone else is on duty or in the meeting. Did you hear?
Mona disappeared this morning?"
The figure removed her cloak, hanging it on a hook next to the door. The
typical attire of the Amazons was the black leather catsuit. This woman
maintained the motif with a full-length black dress that she had pulled on to
come here. Lori could see the outline of the short white dress she wore
beneath.
"How?"
"If only we knew! She was at the slave market this morning, but then
somehow just disappeared."
"D. A. A. M.?"
"Who else?"
Who else, indeed? Who else besides D. A. A. M. would go about turning
Amazons into slave girls?
"Is D. A. A. M. in town already?"
"We don't know for sure. They are at a little town down the coast, and
there may be an advance party in town. I heard a rumor about a couple of
Amazons sporting slave collars across town. I'm going to see if I can track
down that lead tomorrow."
"I hope you have more luck than the others have had."
The Amazon hurried down the hallway with long, aggressive strides. She was
late for the weekly planning meeting. She turned to take a shortcut through the
entranceway but another Amazon, passing by in the other direction, grabbed her
by the arm to pull her back into the hall.
"Not that way. We have a visitor."
That visitor was Debbie Hamilton. The tall brunette, who had sent Mia into
a trap so the Amazons could enslave her, now wanted to enjoy the fruits of her
effort.
But what had happened to that beautiful brunette after they persuaded her
to accept a slave collar? Her world had degenerated into nothing more than
pussies and pubic.
At that moment, Mia lay on her back on a training table. Straps across her
chest and tummy pressed her back against the table, holding the upper part of
her body immobile. They had strapped her arms under the table. Although a
simple set of cuffs and chains would have rendered the luscious beauty
helpless, they had also fastened leather straps across her upper arms, lower
arms, and wrists so she could not move her arms at all. Then they placed a
device over her upper chest and throat to support the weight of anyone wanting
to be pleased by her tongue. The beautiful brunette had to give pleasure or
suffer the consequences for her bad behavior.
Painful experience had taught Mia to choose to obey. By the time Debbie
arrived, all the Amazons had sampled her tongue. She now work on pleasing a
slave girl whom the Amazons wanted rewarded.
Amused, Debbie watched with an evil smile on her face as this slave girl
came every few seconds. The tall mistress had to wonder how a slave girl could
come bound as she was. They had her hands chained behind her back with a pair
of black leather straps pinning her arms to her body. A rubber ballgag filled
her mouth while a leather blindfold made it impossible for her to see anything.
Every time she came, she threw her head back and tried to scream through the
ballgag.
When her turn came, Debbie sat on the device so her pussy was pressed
against the newly collared slave girl's open mouth. Mia, exhausted, out of
breath, and with a tired tongue, had no choice but to give attention to the
fresh, dry pussy now threatening to suffocate her. She had to please any female
seated atop her.
We did not mention Mia's legs. Oh, yes, they were strapped to the table
too, but the Amazons had drawn them up to her chest first, making the slave
girl's pussy available. Another slave girl knelt with her bowed head over Mia's
pussy. When she heard the slurping sounds made by Mia's tongue on the
recipient's pussy, she pressed her own mouth against the Mia's waiting pussy.
Thus, Mia quickly learned to associate giving pleasure with receiving it.
Causing another woman to come led to her own orgasm. In a few weeks she would
not be able to look at another woman's pussy without becoming aroused.
She was well on her way to becoming another perfect little slave girl.
While the tall mistress was thus occupied by Mia's tongue, they plotted her
downfall in a meeting room not far away. The latecomer took her place midway
down the table on the left.
"Now that we are all here, we can begin."
Clarissa's voice dripped with sarcasm. She nodded to the recording
secretary seated to her left to begin. Opening her notebook, Sylvia turned to
the page where she had written the agenda.
"First order of business: D. A. A. M.," Sylvia read from her notes.
Clarissa spoke first. "Mona is missing. Has anyone seen her since this
morning?"
Only silence and the shaking of heads answered her question. Clarissa
grimaced as let her eyes sweep across the faces staring back at her.
"Has anyone heard from Danielle?"
"She said she would send us a message once she learned something. We
should hear from her tomorrow. It's too soon to expect anything from her."
"They have to be here in town. We've lost too many Amazons over the past
few weeks." She muttered those statements almost to herself. They all thought
the same thing. Still, they trusted Canjac. He always gave them reliable
information and he sent them word that D. A. A. M. had its headquarters in a
little town down the coast.
"So we wait until we hear from Danielle. If they are there, we should
reward Canjac for helping us. What does he like? Blondes?"
"Blondes, brunettes, redheads, short, tall, big tits, little tits," a
voice responded to the rhetorical question. A few Amazons giggled. That could
be a description of their taste in slave girls.
Clarissa looked at Sylvia as a signal to move on.
"Next item. Miranda?"
The Amazon who had arrived last had been studying her nails. She answered
without looking up.
"We have one ready to harvest. We can take her any time. She won't know
the difference between being free and being a slave."
She looked up when she heard the snickers. She could afford to be late to
meetings because her operation was so successful. Women were enslaved, and most
actually enjoyed it. She permitted herself a little smile.
"And we have a new one. A volunteer. She is so anxious to be bound and
forced to serve that it won't take many more days until we have her begging for
a collar."
Sylvia looked at Clarissa for a signal to move on.
"Next item. Our newest project. The Acme College of Cosmetology."
"Did I see Debbie out there?"
"Yeah. She's out there with Mia now. We don't have to worry about her
bothering us for another hour or so."
More snickers. Debbie offered them a seemingly endless supply of nubile
coeds from her firm, a lucrative business for both Debbie and the Amazons. But
why should the Amazons have to share the fruits of their labors with Debbie?
Since the brunette had the body of a slave girl, they easily determined her
fate.
"So I take it that the operation went smoothly today?"
"Yes." All eyes turned on the Amazon who answered.
"After we got a collar on that cute little co-ed, I snooped around the
college posing as a reporter for a large metropolitan newspaper. I asked about
Mia, but no one knew anything. The rumors were something else. I heard from too
different sources that she got a job for some rich woman. There was a lot of
jealousy. I even heard one co-ed say she would like to be in Mia's position."
The laughter became so loud and boisterous that it took almost a minute
for them to regain their composure.
"What about the other operation. Kat?"
Kat, another lovely Amazon, we have already met. Earlier that day she had
masterminded Colleen's disappearance.
"Calvin Cameroon is most pleased."
"What is it going to cost us?"
"He wanted one new slave girl a week. I negotiated him down to one every
two weeks. Plus, we get first refusal rights when he tires of the ones we
provide. In exchange, he will insure that every woman we enslave is legally
registered here in town."
Colleen's role in this narrative is finally revealed. Her body is the
first payment. Her master will provide papers for all the women the Amazons
want to enslave.
"So I take it that what Debbie said is true."
Brenda, seated next to Sylvia, answered.
"Basically. She is owner and president. She also is heavily leveraged. She
owes a lot of money to Roxanne Robertson."
"Foxy Roxy?"
All eyes turned toward Elaine near the end of the table.
"I heard her called that," Brenda said, leaning forward so she could see
Elaine.
"What do you know about her?" Clarissa asked.
"I only met her a couple of times. Incredibly rich. Not too bright. She
has visions of being an Amazon. I led her on but..." The Amazon pointed to her
hair and mouthed "blonde."
No one realized that there were no blonde Amazons. As far as the Amazons
were concerned, blondes were fit only to be slave girls. The Amazons were also
extremely jealous of them.
"We can use that to our benefit," Clarissa mused aloud as she stared at the
ceiling.
"Foxy Roxy can fix things on her end."
She leaned forward to look at Brenda.
"So what do we need to take over the college?"
"Debbie functions as an absentee landlord. The actual day-to-day operation
is run by her office manager. Replace her with our own person, and the place
will continue to function as before. Then we can remove Debbie without losing
anything."
"Do we have anyone we can get in there?"
"What about Charlene Charles? We can use Calvin Cameroon to take over her
job."
Charlene, an undercover agent in the registrar's office, helped forge the
papers that allowed the Amazons to circumvent the laws against enslaving women
in town.
"She is in pretty much the same job now in that office, and nobody knows
she is one of us."
"Get Charlene moving on that. Who wants to take care of the office
manager?'
Samantha, seated at the far end of the table, waved a hand.
"Pass your notes down to her."
The meeting then turned its attention to the market situation. For some
reason, a glut of blue-eyed brunettes had driven the price down. Discussion
centered on how to turn this to the Amazons' benefit.
Brenda slid her notes to the left. The papers regarding the office manager
made their way slowly down the table as each woman wanted to look at them
before passing them on. Miranda was no different from the others. She started
to slide them to her left but stopped suddenly. Jerking them out from under the
fingers of the next Amazon, she pulled them back. As she read through them, her
eyes opened wide and a smile appeared on her face.
Then she sat back in her chair and began to laugh loudly.
Sylvia turned toward Clarissa and spoke in a dramatic monotone, "I think
she's lost it."
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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and has been
posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is found in any
other place this is not the responsibility of the author.
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living
or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or
endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are
dangerous or illegal.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 36
Nancy used her executive authority as the leader of D. A. A. M. (Dominant
Anti-Amazon Mistresses) to appoint Mandi as the girl to put the plan into
operation. A dozen beautiful slave girls simply could not appear out of nowhere
without questions being asked. Arrangements had to be made for them to be
shipped to the city. Papers had to be signed. The job had considerable
responsibility. Of all the members of D. A. A. M., she ran the greatest risk of
being caught by the Amazons.
While the other members of D. A. A. M. spread out through the small seaside
town to buy their outfits, Mandi sat in the room with her lower lip protruding
in an adorable pout.
She knew Nancy did not really like her. After all, with her light hair she was
often considered a blonde. The brunette Nancy would naturally be jealous of her
natural coloring.
What Mandi believed was that Nancy was sacrificing her for the benefit of the
others. Canjac had proposed a plan the day before would get them safely into
town. Nancy had already sent a message to several friends in town to expect a
shipment of a dozen barrels of slave girls. No one, especially the Amazons,
would suspect that those dozen barrels contained free women intent on making
slaves of as many Amazons as was possible. The only people who knew would be
Nancy's friends in town, those women in the barrels, Mandi, and Canjac. There
was no way anything could go wrong.
The problem, from Mandi's point of view, was that the Amazons were sure to
catch her when she tried to flee. She was afraid that as Nancy and the others
entered the town in the barrels, she would be entering town wearing the collar
of an Amazon slave.
Mandi decided to get revenge.
First she had to make arrangements to get the others into town. Usually
barrels were used only as a means of getting a slave girl on and off a ship.
The barrel staves would make escape impossible while she was shipped. Various
workmen would cart them to a ship where the crew would store in the hold until
the ship was far from land. Then the slave girls would be removed from the
barrels and inserted in cages.
As they approached land, the crew would do the opposite. The slave girls would
be inserted into barrels again and stored near a hatch. Once docked, they would
be offloaded and transferred to wagons for distribution.
This was a short journey so there would be no need to remove the captives from
the barrels (which was why the plan was so appealing to Nancy and her company).
For a slave girl or two, the shipping would not be worthwhile. The trip to town
was so short it made more sense to send them by wagon. While one or two slave
girls in barrels might raise questions, a dozen, packaged safely in barrels
made sense. A dozen were too many to fit into a wagon. And a dozen slave girls
were far too valuable to run the risk of them being hijacked.
Mandi needed a ship leaving town late in the afternoon. Sailing up the coast,
it would arrive near sunset. Since it would be too late to deliver then that
day, they would be stored overnight in a warehouse. (They had to insure that
the letters reached Nancy's friends before the barrels did.) In the morning,
the barrels with their sensual cargo would be loaded on wagons and delivered to
the address shown on the large label pasted on each barrel.
Most ships had left already. Many simply bypassed this little town. Mandi had
to check several different companies before she found one that was perfect. It
would arrive about noon, and depart five hours later. Mandi arranged for the
shipment of a dozen barrels.
She next contacted a drayage company to haul the barrels to the dock. A quick
stop at a store allowed her to buy all the items she needed. The final stop was
at the front desk of the inn where the polite clerk agreed (for a small fee) to
have the slave girls packaged and moved to the dock at the back of the inn.
Mandi was ready, but the others had not returned. She ordered a glass of white
wine as she waited.
Nancy had decided each woman should choose her own outfit to wear. All slave
girl outfits were cut to show off the wearer's body. Each item was made of
satin or silk, material that was very thin.
Nancy left with several others, but then went off on her own. The others were
sure to comment on the attire she chose. She made her choices carefully. At
first she sought in vain for something that would provide her with some
modesty. Gradually she changed her mind. She decided to go with an outfit of
light blue satin.
With a self-satisfied grin spread across her face, she returned to the inn. By
then, almost all the others had returned. They did none of the boisterous
talking they usually did when they returned from shopping. Buying slave girl
outfits was one of their most pleasing activities. This time was different
though. This time they bought the outfits for themselves.
The next step was to strip down, to remove the clothing of a free woman so she
could don the revealing garments of a slave girl.
Choosing an outfit was simple compared to putting it on.
Nancy acted as the others did. She giggled as she described the outfits she
had looked at but discarded as too risque. (There really was little difference
among the outfits chosen though. Only the colors differed.) After a while, each
woman held her outfit up for the others to admire.
"You know, you guys, you are running out of time."
Mandi put the damper on their fun. They had to get dressed in their outfits,
get bound and gagged, and do the other things needed before they were ready to
go down to the loading dock.
The women looked at each other. Who would be first? They all looked eventually
at Nancy. While she was willing put the outfit on, she did not want to be the
first.
"Who goes first?" Mandi asked.
"Oh, I will go first," said Francine. Quickly she reached up behind her back
to get at the buttons on her white cotton blouse. When it landed on the floor,
the others started to strip.
Nancy pretended to ignore the others as she stripped down. When she was
completely naked, she began putting her new outfit on. The halter top covered
her large bosom, but just barely. Black lace lined the edges of the garter belt
in front. The satin was the same shade as the outer garments. She sat so she
could put on the sheer black stockings that hid nothing. Running her hands
across her bottom, she felt the satin panty brief covering most of her bottom.
The flared miniskirt was rather useless as it did not completely cover the
panties. Still, it was better than running around naked.
Only the high heeled sandals remained. The beautiful brunette sat to put them
on. Pointing her toe down, she slipped her right foot in first. One strap went
across her foot while the other went across around her ankle. A quick glance
around told her everyone else was too absorbed in their own clothing to care
about her, she raised the foot a few centimeters off the floor. She shook her
foot, but the shoe did not move at all. The shoe could not come off by
accident. Someone would have to unbuckle the straps before she could get the
shoe off.
When she had both shoes strapped to her feet, Nancy stood up. She took one
step and almost fell on her face. Those fifteen centimeter stiletto heels would
take time to get used to.
Carefully she walked toward the wall, stopped, turned, and walked back to her
chair.
When she did that the second time, she discovered several others were doing
the same. They looked at one another and emitted nervous giggles.
Mandi watched all this activity with a frown on her face. She leaned against
the door with her arms folded across her chest under her bosom. When everyone
had changed into their outfits, she carried the bags across the room to a
table. The leather and metal landed on the surface with clinging sounds and
dull thuds.
She held up a slave collar.
"Who wants to do the honors?"
Secretly, each woman wanted to kneel, to place her throat against the leather
band, to feel what it was like to be a slave girl. None was willing to open
herself to the embarrassment. None wanted to do that in front of her friends.
Nobody moved. Nobody volunteered to do it.
"Maybe we should just do it to ourselves," one of the women suggested.
That idea met universal acceptance. Each woman grabbed a leather slave collar
from the table. Each secured it about her own neck.
When they were done, each woman looked like a slave girl. Had anyone found
them wearing collars, they would have been treated like slave girls.
Nancy thought about the consequences of being caught wearing a collar as she
fitted the end of the strap through the buckle. She looked down. Her nipples
had become hard, forming little cones in the satin material covering them. The
thought of being treated as a slave girl caused her to be aroused. She wondered
if the others felt the same way she did.
A few women reached up to undo their long hair once they had the collars
buckled on. As free women they wore it pinned up. They wore it this way
because, as free women, they could. Slave girls had no choice in how they wore
their hair. The hair of slave girls was always down, free and flowing. Not only
did wearing their hair down make them look more beautiful, it allowed everyone
to know instantly that they were slaves.
"Why don't you wait with the hair," suggested Mandi? "We still have these."
She stepped to the right to get another bag from the table. From this one she
pulled a ballgag.
The gag, they all had forgotten that. Slave girls went around gagged (unless
their master or mistress had some use for their mouth). They did not want their
hair pinned under the leather strap. Besides ruining an otherwise perfect coif,
the strap pulling on the hair could be uncomfortable. It was much better to
have the leather strap of the gag under the hair.
"Form a single line. One gag to a customer."
Mandi moved to the side where she had another bag of bondage toys. She dumped
the contents on a chair. The metallic clank told everyone she had cuffs for
them to wear.
Cassie, a bubble-headed blonde, was the first through the line. As she
approached Mandi, she raised the bright red rubber ball to her lips. She had to
press against it with the fingertips of both hands to get it to pop into her
mouth. She spun about so the back of her head was toward Mandi. The woman
quickly slipped the working end through the buckle. Pulling on it, she drew the
ball into the blonde's mouth. Cassie's blue eyes opened wide as Mandi continued
to pull on the strap, drawing the rubber ball deeper and deeper into the
blonde's mouth.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"I have to make it tight enough," Mandi explained.
When she finished tucking the end of the strap through the buckle, she pulled
the pins from Cassie's hair, allowing the long tresses to fall down. The blonde
reached toward her head to fluff them up.
"No! Hands behind your back!"
Cassie had her hands to shoulder level when Mandi gave that order. She paused,
holding them there for a few seconds. Slowly she lowered them to her sides.
Mandi grabbed Cassie's left wrist to pull it into the desired position behind
her back. Quickly she slipped one-half of the handcuffs about the wrist. As she
did that, the blonde had slowly moved her right hand behind her back. Mandi
rudely pulled it over so she could fit the other half of the handcuffs about
it.
The blonde was now helplessly bound. Collared and dressed as a slave girl,
everyone would think she was one.
"Turn around."
As the blonde shuffled her feet about so she faced Mandi, the women retrieved
a chain leash from another bag.
"Chin up."
She attached the end of it to the upper ring on the front of the collar, then
giving a little tug on it, led the captive to the far end of the room. There,
she tethered the woman to a ring on the wall.
Mandi stepped behind her captive to fix her hair. Inserting her hands beneath
the long, blonde tresses, she pulled outwards. Cassie's hair came free,
cascading down over her shoulders in front and back.
"Comfy?" Mandi asked with a smirk.
Without waiting for a reply, she turned.
"Next!"
All too soon it was Nancy's turn. Only she and Mandi were not bound and
gagged. While Mandi took Mary Beth to the end of the room where she attached
the end of her leash to the back of the collar of the captive in front, Kendall
inserted the rubber ball in her mouth. Turning in the desired position, she
stood waiting with her hands behind her back.
She felt the ball move deeper into her mouth as Mandi secured it in place. She
felt the woman put a hand against the back of her head to provide support as
she pulled. The leather strap dug at the corners of her mouth. Nancy thought
Mandi was making it extra tight only purpose, but she did not want to complain.
The other had suffered through this without issuing a grunt of complaint.
Once Mandi had the gag securely in her mouth, she pulled the pins from her
hair, allowing it to fall down past her shoulders.
The handcuffs were next, first the right wrist, and then the left. This left
Nancy as helpless as any little slave girl she had owned.
When she turned, Mandi attached the end of a leash to the upper ring on her
collar. Using the leash, she led her a short distance across the floor to Mary
Beth. That woman had turned to watch what happened to the rest of the members
of D. A. A. M. When Mandi approached leading Nancy, she turned to face forward.
"I'm going to get the rest of the baggage," she said as she started toward the
door. A few of them realized that Mandi had included them in the word
"baggage." She was treating them as though they were slave girls.
She pulled it open, paused and looked back with a smile on her face.
"Now, don't run off!"
Giggling merrily at this stale joke, she hurried off to get the other slave
girls they had with them.
Some, such as Nadia, were new to a slave collar. Others had worn a collar for
a while. None offered any resistance as she led them toward the loading dock. A
little tag tied to the lower ring on the front of each collar told everyone
where they were to be shipped to. Mandi certainly did not want this baggage to
get lost in transit.
That left only the members of D. A. A. M. to move. Though there were not many
more of them than there had been slave girls, it took longer for them to move
down to the hall inside the loading dock. Some had second thoughts about
appearing in public bound and wearing the outfits of slave girls. Still, they
were in no position to resist.
The coffle of helpless captives made its way down the hall. Though the stairs
to the lobby were shorter, Mandi led the line in the other directions. The
front stairs were for free women. These were slave girls. Down the back stairs,
through the outer training area of the inn's slave kennel, and down the hall.
Cassie was the first to see the line of slaves waiting ahead of them. In a few
minutes, Mandi had her leash tethered to the back of the collar of the last
slave girl in line.
"Here, just so no one recognizes you," Mandi said as she picked up another
bag. This one contained leather blindfolds. She put the first over Cassie's
eyes so the lovely blonde could see nothing. A circular leather patch, lined
with foam rubber covered each eye so the wearer could see nothing.
Before moving on, she attached a shipping tag to the lower ring on the front
of the blonde's collar.
One by one, she made her way to the end of the line. Once she had the
blindfold on Nancy, she was ready to play her little trick on them.
Nancy felt Mandi's hands on the halter top. She thought the woman intended to
adjust it, but instead she pulled it off. Nancy's large tits hung in plain
sight.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Mandi next pulled the miniskirt free and then the panties.
Nancy continued to squirm, fighting her bondage, as Mandi moved ahead of her
to Mary Beth.
Mandi's reason for doing this? She thought she was going to be caught and
enslaved while they were not. Let them suffer the humiliation of being paraded
around in public.
Discarding the garments in another hall, she made her way to the lobby of the
inn. On top all the other things they expected her to do, she had to pay their
tab for spending the night.
"How come you are not with the others?"
Her bottom lip protruded into that adorable pout as she turned. Who knew what
they were up to?
"Oh, it's you."
Canjac smiled at her.
"I thought you all would be together."
"One of us had to make the arrangements. I guess that means that by tonight
I'll be a slave to the Amazons."
"I wouldn't want that to happen."
"Do you have some manner I can get into town without the Amazons capturing
me?"
"Certain. Just come with me."
He gestured toward the door with his left hand. As Mandi stepped past, Canjac
smiled at the clerk. His right hand rose to his face, the index finger against
his nose. As he flicked the tip of his nose, the clerk returned the gesture.
"Since you are a friend of Nancy's, I know exactly what you deserve."
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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and has been
posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is found in any other
place this is not the responsibility of the author. All characters in this
story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse any of the activities
detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 37
First things first. The assorted slave girls owned by the now helplessly
bound and gagged members of D. A. A. M. (Dominant Anti-Amazon Mistresses) had to
be packaged first. Each had submitted to a slave collar. They offered no
resistance as they were packaged in barrels. One by one, the barrels, each
containing a slave girl, were lined up on the end of the loading dock.
Once they were prepared for shipment, time had come to collect the next
batch. Even as the men reentered the building to get Nancy and her friends, two
other men began moving the first load of slave girls to the back of the wagon.
To move them all it would take two trips between the inn and the ship.
Nancy heard movement in the hallway. Male voices grew suddenly louder as a
door was opened. The beautiful brunette had struggled with her bondage ever
since her clothes had been removed. When she realized someone was near, she
stopped moving. Good little slave girls did not try to escape. If they did, they
could expect to be punished and Nancy did not want to be punished.
"This is the next group."
The blindfold came off. She blinked frequently as her eyes became
accustomed to the dim light in the hall. Nancy had never realized how effective
a blindfold was until then
"Do you need any help?"
"This batch?" The man fondled the right boob of one of the captives. "No
problem with them. Right, Honey?"
The woman stared back. The man squeezed her tit again, this time a little
harder.
"Right?"
She nodded, afraid to do anything else.
The man directing the other turned to look back when he reached the end of
the hall. Nancy saw it was the clerk from the front desk. He had been so nice to
them (even though they had treated him as they would anyone else who was "hired
help"). She began to feel better about this.
Everything was going according to Canjac's plan.
Nancy counted three men in the hall with them. She never would have
imagined that only three men could handle her and her friends, but they had no
trouble. These women were shackled and gagged as slave girls. Resistance was one
thing they did not have to worry about.
As he walked down the hall, one man pulled out a switch that he flicked in
the air so it made a whistling sound. He had to make no threats. Each naked
captive knew what would happen if she resisted. With her hands locked behind her
back, not one could use them to protect her bottom. Each knew the garter belt
and stockings she wore framed her bottom, making it an ideal target.
She was bound and tethered. She wore the collar of a slave girl. She could
not resist, and no one would come to her aid. All she could do was obey.
"Let's go, Slave Girls."
They started forward, most linked by chains to the naked woman in front and
the one in back. The chains connecting the collars were over a meter long so the
captives had little trouble moving. Once in a while the chain in front, or the
chain in back became taut. They soon learned to keep moving.
They shuffled down the hall and to the left. As they passed through a door,
Nancy saw more light to her left. That had to be the door, a large door, to the
loading dock.
She looked around to see where they were led. It seemed to be some sort of
storage room immediately next to the loading dock.
Besides the men, the room had one other occupant. A slave girl stood by the
door in what was known as the "available" position. She faced the wall with
chains attached to her wrists forcing her to keep her hands on the wall. More
chains held her legs far apart. She stood bent over so any man could avail
himself of her exposed pussy. She could do nothing about.
Nancy realized that this slave girl wanted to be used. She had her head
twisted about so the leader of D. A. A. M. could see her beautiful face. The
naked captive ignored the line of women being led past her. She tried to catch
the eye of one of the men.
"Silly little slave girl," Nancy thought as she turned around and knelt.
One at a time, the naked women were freed from the coffle and packaged for
shipment. Nancy tried to turned to see what happened to them, but her long hair
was in the way. She did not dare turn her head too much. She did not want to
draw attention to herself while she was bound and naked.
Her turn came. A man attached a chain leash to her collar. A single jerk up
on the leash told her to stand. Most submissively, she followed the man to the
center of the room. He led her about so she faced away from the door.
"Spread ‘em. You act like you got something to hide."
Nancy stood bent over, her legs spread far apart. The man who ordered them
into this position had described it as "showing off their wares." Nancy knew
anyone standing behind her had an unobstructed view of her pussy. This position
was the equivalent of a slave girl begging to be "used."
"Straighten up."
At last it was her turn. In a few minutes she would be safely secured
inside a wooden barrel, her nakedness hidden from the eyes of all the men who
wanted to use her.
She felt them removing the shackles. For a few seconds she thought she
would be secured in the barrel unbound, but that was not to be.
"Clasp your hands together behind your back."
Her bondage during the trip was not to be a set of shackles, but rather a
single glove. She felt her hands slide down through the leather sheath. A man
flung straps over her shoulders. Hands spun her about so she faced the men. (She
was only a slave girl. They remained stationary. It was her task to move.) She
tensed as one of the men pulled a strap down from her right shoulder across her
upper chest and down toward her left side under the arm. He turned her one-
quarter to the right so he could buckle the end of the strap to the singleglove.
He turned her back so she faced forward. The other strap passed across the
first on its way down to her right side.
Nancy tensed, expecting the man to fondle her titties. They were there,
centimeters from his hands. With her hands secured behind her back, she could do
nothing to stop him. He finished buckling the strap, then spun her the rest of
the way about so she faced away from him.
Nancy felt relieved, and a little disappointed. There she was, dressed and
bound as a slave girl and no one wanted to take advantage of her.
The man laced the singleglove up from the brunette's hands to the top.
Inserting a small metal rod in the lacings at the bottom near her hands, he
pulled all the slack from them.
Nancy felt the leather grow tight about her arms as the man worked his way
up. The pressure forced her arms together. While this bondage position rendered
her extremely helpless, it was not very uncomfortable. She had bound her own
slave girls in much more stringent positions. She was glad a man bound her
instead of a whipmistress. She had no doubts that a woman would have bound her
so securely she would have not been able to move a muscle.
"Kneel."
She still faced the front of the inn. The barrel they intended to lock her
in was not in sight. She wondered what they had in store for her next.
She knew that as an obedient little slave girl she was supposed to stare
straight ahead, seeming unconcerned what happened to her. When a man slipped a
leather strap under her right leg, she had to look down. She saw he buckled the
four-centimeter wide strap about her upper thigh, pinning her calf to her thigh.
She ignored him as he repeated the process on the other side.
She was mystified why they had done that. They had her strap in a kneeling
position. She had assumed she would step up on some platform and then into a
barrel. With her legs bound in this position, she could not leave a kneeling
position. (Well, she could fall over, but she would end up on her front with her
legs bent back behind her. That would accomplish nothing.)
She tensed again as the man fumbled with the buckle that held the rubber
ball in her mouth. This could not possibly be good. A slave girl had to be kept
gagged at all times. After all, they never had anything worth listening to. When
the man had the strap free, he jerked the ball from her mouth."
"Put your head back, mouth open."
They had another gag from her to wear. One man placed his hand on her
forehead to keep her head back, her mouth open. She hoped this new gag would be
more comfortable than that ballgag. The rubber ball had not been that large in
diameter, but it did force…
"Ahhgggggg!!"
He had the gag in her mouth before she could react. Perhaps this one did
not force her jaws as far apart as the ballgag, but it was definitely worse.
He pushed her head forward so she stared at her knees. This made it easier
for him to buckle the ends of the strap together behind her head.
As he did that, Nancy could not help but run the tip of her tongue over the
hard rubber shaft in her mouth. She had experimented with gags before, but they
had been ballgags, or cloth cleave gags. She had never worn one like this before
though she had been tempted to.
She ran her tongue over the dildo in her mouth. It had to be six
centimeters long. The shaft was so short she could tolerate it. The diameter was
enough to keep her mouth filled. The shaft was just long enough that she could
not ignore it. As long as it was in her mouth, she would think about it.
Moreover, she would not be able to keep from exploring it with her tongue.
They next fastened another broad leather strap about the brunette's body
above her large titties. She felt them buckling the ends together in front. Once
again they ignored her bare boobs. She began to wonder what was wrong with her.
Nancy felt them run a chain down her back under the single glove. She
fought the temptation to turn her head to try to see what they were doing behind
her back. She felt a tug on the strap about her chest. The strap grew tighter
and tighter. She looked down as the strap dug into her flesh.
She felt the strap drawing her weight up. As her body rose, she bent her
knees down to try to support her weight. Her thighs pointed straight down toward
the floor as she swung free. She tried to stretch out but could not as her body
rose farther and farther off the floor.
Hands on her hips drew her body backwards. As she moved, she looked up.
Overhead there was a track of some sort. She realized she was hung from it, and
they were pulling her along it. They had bound her as a package, and were
treating her as a bundle of goods.
They pulled her across the room and out the door to the loading dock. All
Nancy could only see the inside of the room at first. Once they had her outside,
the track turning to the side. Nancy's body turned to follow the path of the
track. Nancy could see along the back of the inn, and some of the buildings
beyond it. She saw some people beyond the inn. They worked at some task, not
paying any attention to her. She wanted to smile but of course the dildo in her
mouth kept her from doing that.
At the end of the line, the men pulling her turned her about. Her back was
toward the inn. She stared at the trees along the back of the buildings.
Her long hair kept her from seeing to the right where the men had the
remainder of her friends packaged securely in barrels. When they had her next to
the last girl, another man pulled an empty barrel under her. With a wave of his
hand was the signal to lower her into the barrel.
Nancy sighed a little as her body began to descend. Soon she would be
safely hidden in that barrel. The sturdy oak would hide and protect her body. No
one would see her.
She felt the hands on her hips. She saw no need to bind her legs as they
had. She would fit easily in the barrel.
She looked down as her body began to descend into the barrel, but her large
bosoms were in the way. Just as the front edge of the barrel came into sight,
she felt a hand at her crotch, and another on her bottom.
"Ahhhggghhh!!"
The dildo slipped into her pussy.
Nancy tried to struggle, but a pair of hands forced her body the remainder
of the way down. When the man let go, the dildo was deep inside her. With her
hands secured in the singleglove, with her legs bound back that way, she could
not raise herself to get off it.
Quickly they slipped another leather collar about her neck. This was a
posture collar that fit along her jaw bone so she could not move her head to
either side.
As soon as the hands pulled away from her neck, another pair put the two
ends of the barrel in place so her fit snugly about the leather collar.
Another man already had the heavy canvas strap about the upper ends of the
staves. By pulling on the long-handled lever, he pulled the individual staves
close together. Another man slipped the metal band over the ends of the staves.
This band was one continuous piece of metal so there was no chance it would
break or come apart. Using mallets, two men hammered the band down so it fit in
the groove about the end of the barrel.
With that they were done. The man took the canvas strap off the barrel,
knowing there was no way the captive could get free.
"Let's get a drink while we are waiting for the wagon to come back."
Nancy could not see them leave, but she could tell by the sound of their
footsteps when they were no longer near her.
Once she thought they were not within sight, she began to struggle. She
twisted and turned, she fought the confines of the singleglove.
All she accomplished was getting herself aroused. As she squirmed about,
the dildo twisted back and forth in her pussy. With every movement of her body
she aroused herself a little more.
"I better wait a second, or I'm liable to come!" she thought.
A loud moan to her right told her that one of her friends had struggled too
much. She wondered how many others had already come.
Slowly she counted to "twenty" before started to struggle again. When she
paused this time, she realized that the entire time she had sucked on that dildo
as though she enjoyed it.
"One. Two. Three."
"Well, Nancy, I hope everything is turning out satisfactorily for you."
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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 38
"Well, Nancy, I hope everything is turning out satisfactorily for you."
Nancy recognized the Canjac's voice, but could not see him until he stepped
directly in front of her. The leather posture collar around her neck kept her
from moving her head to the side. All she could do was stare straight ahead.
"I see you took my advice," he said with a smile. "I really could hope that
you were this dumb, but then again who knows."
Canjac pushed himself up so he was on the loading dock directly in front of
the beautiful captive. He squatted down so his face was only half a meter from
hers.
"You do not realize how hard it was to keep the Amazons from turning all of
you into slave girls. I had to keep them running around in circles so they
would not catch you.
"The Amazons think you and your friends are built ones who have been turning
all the Amazons into slave girls. They do not realize that it was me. Every
time I put a slave collar on an Amazon, I put the rumor out that you were behind
it." He smiled broadly at Nancy. "I have been playing you off against the
Amazons, and they against you. My kennel is becoming quite full of beautiful
slave girls, and no one is any be wiser. To my growing collection of Amazons I
can now add the entire D. A. A. M. organization."
"Mmmmmmfffffttttt!"
Nancy squirmed as she grunted her rage. All is accomplished doing was
getting herself a little aroused.
A man approached from the left. Canjac turned back toward him. The man said
nothing but handed something to her captor. He then stared at it for a second
before a smile spread across his face. He was still smiling as he looked back at
Nancy.
"I think you will appreciate this."
He held up a shipping label. It was a simple one, just a long piece of
paper that had shipping directions, the manner of transportation and the final
destination. It would be pasted to be outside of a package for shipment to
insure the package made it to its final destination.
Nancy read the paper in horror. The destination on it was Canjac's place in
the city.
Canjac applied some paste to the back of the shipping label before pressing
it against the side of the barrel directly under Nancy's face.
As he held it there to let it draw, movement to his right distracted him.
Nancy tried to turn to look in the same direction, but the posture collar kept
her from looking over the way. She heard sounds as something was slid across
the loading dock next to her. Canjac turned back to her and smiled again.
"Mandi was upset because you were leaving her to her own devices to get away
from the Amazons. I offered to help her into town and she was quick to accept.
I am certain she will be happy that she is traveling with the rest of you."
Nancy did not have to see to know what was to her left. Canjac had tricked
Mandi into bondage, and had her imprisoned in a shipping barrel just as Nancy in
the remainder of her friends were.
The beautiful brunette began to struggle. The dildo inside her rubbed back
and forth on her pussy. She stopped as she realized she was no closer to
getting free, she was only exciting herself.
Canjac patted Nancy on the head.
"I have some great plans for you."
Without another word he slid off the loading dock to the ground. Once on
his feet, he straightened his clothes and disappeared from sight to Nancy's
left.
Now that she was alone again, Nancy began to struggle. She tried to pace
herself so she would not come. She would struggle until she felt herself coming
close to an orgasm, then she would stop for in a few seconds. Other members of
her group did not have her forethought. She heard one moan after another
escaped past the ballgags filling the mouths of her friends.
Canjac appeared in front of her again, this time with a naked slave girl
slung over his left shoulder. Nancy could see only the ropes about the
captive's lower thighs immediately above the knees, and about her ankles. She
did not have to see the upper part of her body, hanging down over Canjac's back,
to know the young woman had her hands tied together behind her back.
"I have a special training program all set out for you, Nancy. You will
soon learn that I know how to take care of a woman. Right, Emily?"
The slave girl draped across Canjac's shoulder twisted her body about so
Nancy could see her face. Her long dark hair hung down almost to the ground in
that awkward position. Nancy recognized her as that slave girl she had seen
inside bound so any man could use her body.
Emily moved her head up and down. Nancy saw that she agreed that Canjac knew
how to take care of a woman.
"Well I have to go. This little slave girl is hard to keep satisfied." He
slapped her on the bare bottom with his right hand. "I have to get her back
into town where there are many, many men who can use her. I am afraid that if
she is not used often, she is liable to explode."
As he finished that he slapped her on the other bottom cheek. Nancy saw
Emily twist her head around to try to look up at her master. Once again there
was in motion of her head that had to be a nod. The wild look on her face told
Nancy she enjoyed being used, and pleasing men.
Nancy knew he thought he could turn her into a submissive slave girl, just
as hot as that Emily he carried about. The beautiful brunette knew he was wrong.
She would resist this much as she could. She knew that she could beat her until
she had to obey, but she would always remain a free woman in her heart.
With Canjac gone, Nancy concentrated in trying to escape. She wiggled back
and forth, testing the restraint of the single glove that held her arms helpless
behind her back. She felt the straps being into her shoulders as she struggled
but she could gain no freedom at all.
The only result of her struggles was the most satisfying orgasms she had in
weeks. Her cheeks turned red at the thought others had heard her protracted
moan. She knelt limply in the barrel, too exhausted by the orgasm to try to
escape.
She had never imaged being bound could be this much fun.
She began struggling anew when the wagon passed in front of her. The driver
brought it around in a wide circle so it passed by the landing dock with the
horses pointed toward the dock. She could not see as the men loaded barrels on
the back of the wagon but she could hear the sounds as they slid the barrels to
the edge of the loading dock. She heard the men grunt and heard the "thud" as
each barrel landed on the bed of the wagon.
She counted as they moved eight barrels to the wagon. The members of D. A.
A. M. who had been the first in line were securely loaded on the back of the
wagon. When the wagon was full, the driver yelled, "Giddy up!" and Nancy heard
the wheels roll across the hard ground.
Nancy began struggling again. She had tested each element of her bondage
before, but she tried everything again to gain some degree of freedom. Before
the wagon returned for the next load, she had come again.
She stared blankly ahead as two men slid the barrel containing her body
across the loading dock to the edge. With a grunt they shoved it onto the back
of the wagon where it landed with a "thud" that shook Nancy's body. The driver
tipped the barrel on one edge so he could roll it into position. Nancy's spun
around and around and he moved her forward. When he released his hold on the
barrel, it fell in the upright position, the side knocking against another
barrel.
Being able to stare only straight ahead, Nancy could only see the side of
Maggie's head as it emerged from the top of her barrel. There were other
captives in the barrels, but she could not identify them from the position they
had left her. All she could do was stare straight ahead.
And riding on the back of a wagon in a barrel with a dildo stuck far within
her pussy was most uncomfortable. Fortunately, it was a short ride from the inn
to the dock. As the wagon bounced in the jolted from rocks and ruts in the
road, and she felt herself moving up and down on the shaft. By the time the
wagon arrived at the dock, she was ready to come again.
The teamster maneuvered the wagon about so the horses led it away from the
ship. He then had the team back up a few meters to move be back of the wagon
closer to the dock. The horses move back slowly, centimeter by centimeter,
until the rear of the wagon was in the correct position. A stevedore waived an
arm to the driver as a signal to stop. By the time he jumped down from the
seat, the dock worker had removed the back gate of the wagon.
While the driver climbed up into the wagon, the stevedore placed a large
plank on the back of the wagon so one end rested on the wagon and the other on
the dock. Tilting the barrel contain Mandi to one side, he rolled it forward
until he could lower it on the end of the plank. With the raised edge on the
plank, he gave the barrel a little shove. The barrel slid half a meter down the
plank before the stevedore caught it.
The helpless captive in the barrel could only stare straight ahead, her eyes
wide in fright. She had no way of knowing that these two had done this often
before. They hardly ever damaged a barrel. The contents of the barrel were
secured in such a way that even if they dropped a barrel on its side, the
captive within would not be hurt.
The stevedore pushed the barrel over so it was on its side. He rolled it
forward to the edge of the dock beside the center of the ship. The captive
inside could not tell that the barrel rested on a large cargo net
Another stevedore broke over from there.
He pulled the end of the barrel up so it was upright in the center of the
net. He then turned to await the next barrel.
It was Nancy's turn next. When the driver moved the barrel over so the
bottom rested only on one edge, she could only stare at the sky. When he rolled
it along her view changed from the sky to the ship, then down to the bed of the
wagon and up to the driver's legs. She made two complete circuits like this
until the barrel reached the back of the wagon. She saw the ship a couple dozen
meters away, but her view was at an angle. She felt the same terror Mandi had
felt as the barrel slid the short distance down the plank. She felt relieved
when the stevedore caught it.
Her relief was short lived as she felt even more panic when the stevedore
pulled the barrel on its side so he could roll it toward the ship. She was
completely busy and disoriented when the second stevedore pulled the barrel
upright.
Nancy stared at the side of the ship. There was nothing else she could do.
She had seen ships before from various positions but never from the inside of a
barrel.
When all the barrels were positioned in the center of the cargo net, the
stevedore raised one hand over his head and made a circular movement.
A crew member a the gunnel turned to repeat the arm motion to another of the
crew. That man began turning a crank that pulled a rope through a pulley on an
overhead boom. The edges of the cargo net rose slowly in the air. Nancy began
to panic again as she felt the barrel being pulled to the side, then lifted off
the dock. The net and barrels continued to rise in the air until they had
enough to height to pass over the gunnel. The crew member then locked the crank
so the cargo would not drop to the ground. The crewmen at the gunnel grabbed the
rough rope of the cargo net with one hand. As he pulled, he swung the boom about
so he had the net positioned above the open hatch to the hold. With a casual
wave of his hand, he signaled the crewman to lower the net.
It had been fairly bright outside. Within the hold of the ship it was
rather dark, though the hatch was still providing some light. Nancy tried to
look around but still could see nothing. She saw the dark wood of the hull
beyond the barrels and the net, but that all meant nothing to her. They landed
on the deck within the hold. The net continued to drop until it lay flat.
She heard sounds as a barrel was rolled away from the cargo net. She heard
the crew members giving each other directions.
"Gazing out. Easy now. That is it."
She heard a loud "thump!" as a barrel landed on something. There were other
sounds she could not identify.
All too soon it was her turn. She felt one of the crew members tilt the
barrel forward so she could only stare at the deck. The barrel rolled around
and around several times as the crew member moved it to be desired position in
the hold. Two other crew members waited there. All three raised the barrel
upright, so Nancy could stare straight ahead again. They made in a few minor
adjustments to get so she was oriented in the correct position. The crew
members then pushed the barrel back. Nancy felt them move the barrel forward so
she had to stare at the deck. The barrel moved backwards again.
"Hold it. All that. That is it."
The end of the barrel slid over an opening in the deck. Nancy felt them
slide the barrel down through a hole, gradually changing its position so it more
upright. She was able to stare straight ahead again when the barrel landed on a
lower back with the same "thump!" she had heard before.
A crewman squatted to place planking over the end of the barrel and about
her neck. From the deck where they stood, no one could see the barrel. This
decking consisted of two boards with grooves cut into them so they formed a
circle around the beautiful captive's neck. When they were finished, only
Nancy's head protruded above the back.
The crew members still had others to store as they had Nancy. It for them
only a couple of minutes to finish with each.
They now had Canjac's captives secured in the hold of the ship so only their
heads were visible.
Nancy was a beautiful woman in she knew it. She had a luscious body she was
certain any man would love to fondle and caress.
And here these men treated her only as though she was a piece of cargo.
They had secured her in the hold of the ship with the other items they were
transported.
A crewman slowly made his way through the hole, checking on the cargo to
insure that it was properly stowed away.
Nancy tried to catch his eye, but discovered that found as she was in this
position, with the leather posture collar secured about her neck, she could see
no higher in his knees.
Though she was on aware of it, she was undergoing her first training as a
slave girl. She was realizing just how insignificant she really was.
It grew quite dark in the hold as they closed the hatch. Nancy felt the
slightest bit of movement as the ship got underway. There was a gentle rocking
as it caught the tide.
She began to struggle with her bondage again. To her left she heard one
moan after another as her friends wiggled themselves into orgasms trying to
escape.
Nancy struggled with her bondage. The dildo within her worked its way back
and forth, up and down. She found herself becoming more and more aroused.
Still she continued to struggle. She thought she might be able to escape if she
could only…
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!!"
She wondered how many more times she would come before they removed her from
this barrel.
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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 39
Julie Jackson was excited when she received the invitation to the special
party at the Heath and Beauty Spa. The card from Miranda had arrived early in
the morning. The buxom brunette sat at her desk all day, fingering the card and
staring at the clock. She finally decided to leave work early.
On the way out, she paused at the door to look around at the young women in
the office. How would they get by without her being there to watch them
continuously? Someone needed to keep them in line. She wondered if she could
get away with chaining them to their desks.
Miranda was not there when she arrived. The receptionist smiled politely
and suggested she take a seat. Julie sat in the first chair but did not rest.
The fingers of her right hand drummed on the seat of the chair next to her. She
was anxious for the fun to begin.
"I am certain someone will be along for you in a second."
The receptionist gave the buxom brunette another empty smile.
Julie thought she waited for an hour but it was only a few minutes before
the door to the back opened.
"Julie?"
She did not recognize the woman who stood there, but she wore the same
white satin minidress Miranda wore. She reasoned this woman was one of the other
employees of the spa.
"Miranda is busy right now. Do you want to get started? Or do you want to
wait for her?"
Julie answered the twin questions by coming to her feet. She was anxious
for this episode to begin.
She glanced at the doors on the right and left as she followed the woman
down the corridor. The beautiful brunette wondered what was going on behind
them. She imagined each door hid a free woman who was tied, gagged and
completely enjoying herself.
The woman stopped at one door. The door was locked but the key hung from a
hook on the wall next to it.
"Why don't you take your clothes off, and we can get started."
"What about Jane?"
"She will be along soon. I guess she was not lucky enough to be able to
get off work early."
Julie needed only a minute to remove all her clothes. When the last garment
landed on the floor, she stood with her right arm folded across her large boobs
and her left hand covering her pubic area.
"That is no way to stand. Lock your hands together behind your head and
pull your elbows that so your chest sticks out. You have very large boobs and
you should be proud of them. There are few women who have them as large is you
do, and you should shown them off every chance you can."
Julie quickly complied. Raising both arms over her head, she laced her
fingers together. As she brought them down, she pulled back so her hands passed
behind the back of her head. She wanted to look down to see how far forward her
boobs protruded, but she fought the temptation. She stared straight ahead as she
pulled her elbows back.
What the woman said was true. Hers were quite large. She had every right
to be proud of them.
"Walk over here in front of me and face the door."
Keeping her hands locked together behind her head, the buxom brunette
walked to the desired position in the room, and turned to face the door.
The woman in the white minidress waited until Julie was in position before
retrieving a wooden bar from up against the wall. Next to it was a large handle
on a winch. Pulling the locking pin from the handle to free it, she swung the
handle about in a circle several times.
Julie followed the chain from the winch up the wall. There was a pulley at
the junction of the wall and ceiling, and another immediately over her head.
When she looked up, the end of the chain was a meter over her head. As the
woman turned the handle, the chain dropped toward her until it was at head
level. There was a hook at the end of the chain.
The woman stuck the pin back in the handle to keep the winch from turning
further on its own. As she turned toward Julie, she picked up the wood bar.
Julie thought it was a spreader bar, and to some extent it was, but this
one was not meant to keep her feet apart. Rather, it was designed to secure her
wrists. The woman moved her hands to the middle of the bar as she advanced on
the naked beauty. As she drew closer, Julie saw there was a ring on the wood
bar in the center between her hands. The woman held the bar in the air so she
could hook the ring. When the woman let go, the ends of the bar moved up and
down.
The woman selected a pair of leather cuffs from a wardrobe in one corner of
the room. She tucked one in her belt as she walked back to Julie.
First, she pulled the brunette's right hand in front of her so she could
wrap the leather cuff about her wrist. The cuff itself was six centimeters wide.
Another strap, two centimeters wide, was attached to it. When this one was
buckled, the leather cuff was held securely about the naked woman's wrist. What
she had it snug, she pulled the leather, in Julie's arm up toward the end of one
side of the bar where there was a ring. On the leather cuff there was a clasp.
She attached to the ring.
The wood bar sagged down under the weight of the beautiful brunette's arm.
When she saw what was happening, Julie raised her left arm. By the time she had
her arms raised far enough that the bar was reasonably parallel to the floor,
the woman was fastening the second cuff about her other wrist. In seconds, she
had Julie's hands secured over her head.
The woman ignored the captive again as she walked back to the winch. As she
turned the handle, she shortened the chain, slowly pulling the buxom brunette's
hands over her head. She continued to turn the handle until Julie had to stand
on her tiptoes.
The woman then moved to a small wooden cabinet on the wall opposite the
wardrobe. She pulled out the top drawer without finding what she sought. In the
second drawer down, she pulled out a ball gag.
The woman stepped around behind her.
"Open your mouth real wide."
As soon as she did that, the woman brought the bright red rubber ball
around in front of Julie's face. She held it with her fingertips, but once she
had it wedged in between the beautiful brunette's teeth, she slid her hand
forward so she could use the palm to shove rubber ball completely in. As she
pulled the ball back, Julie's head moved also. The woman put her left hand
against the back of the brunette's head to hold it steady.
In just a few seconds she had the rubber ball filling Julie's mouth. The
buxom captive brought the tip of her tongue over the curve of the ball. Just a
few days ago, the thought of enjoying a rubber ball in her mouth would have been
shocked her. Now she enjoyed it a lot.
She wondered what other kind of gags they had. Perhaps on her next visit
she could get them to time something different on her. Perhaps a bit gag or a
ring gag would be nice.
While Julie thought about the ball in her mouth, the woman made certain
that it would not come out. A two-centimeter wide, black leather strap passed
through a hole in the center of the rubber ball. With experienced hands, the
woman slid the working end through the buckle on the other end. As she pulled
the strap tight, she drew the rubber ball deeper into Julie's mouth. The thumb
of her left hand pushed the pin through a hole in the strap. She tucked the end
of the strap through the buckle and the loop.
Now, not only was Julie helplessly bound, she was in capable of yelling for
help.
Not that she really wanted someone to help her. She was enjoying herself.
She had grown used to being bound and gagged.
And of course, she would not want anyone to see her bound, gagged and naked
as she was.
The mistress pulled the pins from Julie's hair, allowing it to fall free.
She reached down for a hairbrush but discovered she had none. She had to be
content to pull Julie's long tresses free and allow gravity to work on them.
The woman in white minidress walked toward the door. Her job was done. At
the door she paused and looked back at Julie. There was no need for a polite
smile now.
"Someone will be along to dress you soon."
Julie's experience in bondage was limited, but she was beginning to enjoy
it. She knew she had to worry about someone see knew walking through the door.
What if it was some once she knew? What if it was Nancy? She would be so
embarrassed if someone she knew saw her like this.
She struggled a couple of minutes with her bondage, knowing that she would
not be able to get free. She wiggled her hands to convince herself that escape
was impossible. All she could do was wait there, her hands secured over her
head, until they came for her.
Julie waited helplessly for five minutes before the door opened. In walked
a woman dressed in a black leather catsuit. Behind her, at the end of leashes,
came two slave girls dressed as French maids. The entire motif of their outfits
was black and white. The dresses themselves were black satin with white lace
trim, but even their gags matched the color pattern with black straps and white
rubber balls. They wore shoulder-length black satin gloves.
The French maids had their hands in front of them as their wrists were
connected by handcuffs. A short chain ran from the cuffs to be up a ring on
their slave collars.
Besides being secured to their mistress by the leashes, the two were
chained together. Julie saw that a short chain connected their collars and
shackles and chains connected the right ankle of one to the left ankle of the
other.
They stopped when their mistress stopped. She glanced in Julie's direction
before pointing to the floor with the index finger of her left hand. The pair of
captives fell to their knees to await their mistress's pleasure.
The woman ignored them for the moment, dropping the leash on the floor
before walking to the cabinet. Reading the message on a piece of paper, she
moved slowly toward Julie. A quick inspection told her all was in order.
As the leather-clad mistress moved around Julie, she pulled a key from a
leather belt. It took her only seconds to remove the chains and handcuffs from
the French maids. The two remained kneeling, their hands together in front as
though they still wore the handcuffs. They stared straight ahead while their
mistress worked on their bondage.
Julie stared at them, wondering what it would be like to own a slave girl
as obedient as those two were.
"Get her dressed."
She gestured in Julie's direction as she snapped her fingers. The two
French maids bounded to their feet. They knew what to do without further
instructions as they had been through this routine often before. Their high
heeled sandals "clicked" on the floor as they rushed to the wardrobe. The only
items hanging inside were those for Julie to wear. Each grabbed a sheer black
stocking from a hanger and rushed to be the first to get hers on the brunette.
One slave girl knelt in front of each of Julie's legs to pull the sheer
black stockings up them. The luscious brunette could not see if the stockings
had a seam up the back, but she soon decided that they did. When the slave
girls had the stockings of all the way to her upper thighs, they moved around
behind her. She felt them tugging and pulling on the stockings, no doubt
straightening the seams. When they had them straight, each cupped one of
Julie's legs near the ankle and pull all the wrinkles from the stockings.
Julie knew they were done when they came to their feet. She heard the
clicking of their high heels on the floor. She turned her head to what they were
going to her next.
The slave girls had returned in the wardrobe to get more clothing. One
knelt in front of her with a pair of high heeled sandals. Raising Julie's right
foot in the air, she maneuvered it about so she could fit the toe in the shoe.
Since the captive stood on her tiptoes to take the weight off her wrists, her
feet already were in the right position for the shoes.
One strap across the top of a foot and another about her ankle kept the
captive from removing the sandals. The kneeling slave girl turned her attention
to the other foot to repeat the process.
The other slave girl fitted a black satin garter belt about Julie's hips to
hold up the stockings. She hooked the ends together and made a few adjustments
so it fit perfectly. Next, she adjusted the length of the straps so she could
attach the tabs to the tops of the stockings.
The two slave girls finished about the same time. (They had done this so
often that the mistresses knew how to break down the job so they finished at the
same time.) Quickly they ran to the wardrobe to get more clothing for Julie to
wear.
It took the slave girl only a few seconds to get the buxom brunette to step
into the white cotton miniskirt. This garment was so short it barely covered her
bottom. The slave girl pulled the zipper up in back and snapped the ends
together.
The extremely tight miniskirt would not come off without assistance.
While she did that, the other slave girl secured Julie's oversize boobs in
the white satin triangles of the halter top. A thin satin ribbon, tied in a bow,
connected the two cups. Slightly more substantive strings ran around behind her
back and up to her chest to the back of her neck. Both strings were tied
together in simple bows.
A tug on the free end of any bow would cause Julie titties to fall out of
the halter top.
Julie felt herself becoming aroused by the mere thought of her
vulnerability.
Compared to most slave girls, Julie was rather overdressed. To a free
woman though, she was almost naked. It was worse than that as the abbreviated
outfit emphasized the lusciousness of her body.
The French maid slave girls made another trip to the wardrobe to get
bondage for Julie. As they approached the captive, the leather-clad mistress
attached a chain leash to Julie's collar.
While the mistress stood in front of her so she could not run off, the two
slave girls put her in the bondage. One maneuvered her arms without so each hand
was at the elbow of the other. The other wrapped a broad, black leather strap
about Julie's forearms. This strap was wide enough that it went from one upper
arm to the other. At each end there was a leather cuff. While one slave held
the broad strap about Julie's forearms, the other fastened several smaller
straps around the larger strap. With the cuffs attached to her upper arms, she
was once again a helpless prisoner.
Julie could struggle a little but she certainly could not get free.
When the mistress pulled on the leash, Julie had no choice but to follow.
The leather-clad mistress led the nearly naked captive toward the door. She
was not ready to leave quite yet. At the door she attached the end of the leash
to a ring on the wall.
As she walked toward the French maids, she snapped her fingers and pointed
toward the floor. The two slave girls knelt with their hands together in front
of them. Julie turned about to watch as the mistress locked the two in the same
chain bondage they had been in when they entered the room. The mistress pulled
up on the leash, forcing the two to rise. She led them to a wall where she
tethered them.
The mistress returned to Julie. A single jerk on the leash was enough to
get her to walk forward. Julie was in the hallway before she realized it. Behind
her was the safety of the room. She was now out in public, sort of, where other
people could see her.
She glanced from one side to the other in fear that she would see somebody
she knew. She was glad to see that their destination was the storage room near
the dock. She had visions of going to the same club where she had gone before.
She guessed that was why they had not put panties on her.
She could hardly wait.
Again the mistress said nothing to Julie as she attached her end of the
leash to a ring on the wall. Julie watched as she walked away. She could only
wait until they were ready for her.
Julie had to wait several minutes before someone came for her. Two more
women in black leather pulled leather slave sacks from a cabinet. One they left
on the floor. The other they spread out directly in front of the loading dock
doors.
Using the leash, one mistress brought the helpless captive over so she
stood in the center of the leather sack.
"Kneel!"
Julie lower her left knee to the floor, then brought her right down to join
it. Before she could lower her bottom, the other mistress stepped behind her
with a leather strap. It took only seconds to wrap the strap about the kneeling
woman's ankles and buckle it. She attached a short chain to a ring on the strap
and threaded under Julie's arms in back down to the leather cuff. This kept the
captive from rising from that position.
There were several different types of slave sacks. This one had eight
triangular panels connected by heavy industrial zippers. In seconds they had
Julie encased in leather.
That was how the luscious brunette spent the next half hour. She wondered
what they intended to do to her, but she was in no position to ask. The
position was not very comfortable, but neither was it painful.
She turned her head as far to the left as she could when she heard the
clicking of high heels on the floor. The same mistress who had overseen her
dressing and bondage appeared in sight. Behind her was Jane.
She wore the same outfit as Julie. When she paraded past, Julie saw that
she was bound in the same manner.
It took them only a few minutes to secure Jane in a slave sack next to
Julie. The two helpless captives knelt facing the dock doors without being able
to move around, defend themselves, or complain.
In many ways, they were being treated as typical slave girls.
The two spent the next hour in that position before they saw someone come
through a small door leading outside. The place was soon full of leather wearing
women who pulled the doors open to reveal a wagon outside.
Others attached chains to rings on the outside of Julie's slave sack.
Before pulling, they spun her about so she looked away from the door. They
pulled her backwards through the doors and onto the bed of the wagon.
In that position, Julie could see them drag Jane out to join her. With the
tailgate closed, she could see nothing as the wagon started forward.
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Julie wondered to which club they were taking them. She had heard rumors
of several that catered to young women who enjoyed being tied up and used as
slave girls. The clubs, of course, were secret since that type of activity was
outlawed as it was too easily to turn a helplessly bound woman into a slave
girl. Julie knew the clubs existed but did not know where they were. From the
outside no one could tell what went on within the sanctuary of a private club.
The buxom brunette squirmed around inside a leather bag in anticipation of
what was about to happen to her. Her bondage was too rigid for her to reach any
part of her body. A moan of frustration came from behind her gag.
She knew when they had reached their destination as she felt the wagon
stop. Twisting her head back, she looked up but saw nothing but the sides of the
wagon. The driver gave orders to the horses to get them to back up.
The wagon crept backwards. She heard a woman's voice encouraging the driver
to keep the team moving. When the rear of the wagon was against the loading
dock, someone lowered the gate.
Julie could tell by the sounds what was happening. She still could see
nothing. Had they placed a blindfold on her she would not have known less.
Not that it would have mattered. From inside a leather slave set, all
loading docks looked pretty much the same. Julie thought this was not the one
to which they had gone the last time. She thought they had come in a different
direction but she was not certain.
Even had she been able to see where she was, she would not have recognized
the back of the Amazons' headquarters. (The fact that all the women wore black
leather catsuits might have been a clue but the buxom brunette was not in the
position to think about that.)
She felt the pressure disappear as Jane's slave sack was pulled off her.
She tried again to twist her head around as she heard someone drawing the
leather sack and its sensuous contents across the bed of the wagon. Hands
grabbed her slave sack to pull it upright. As they dragged her from the wagon,
her back was toward the floor. The buxom brunette stared in the air as she was
dragged inside the building. Her head moved from right to left but she could see
nothing. She felt the difference as they slid her from the bed of the wagon to
the floor of the loading dock. Part of the building came into sight over her.
There she remained for several seconds. They closed the doors to the
outside, throwing several bolts to insure no one could break in. No one would be
able to interrupt the activities they had planned for their captives.
Julie tried to twist her head about again as she heard the sound of wheels
moving across the floor toward her. From the sounds of creaking leather, she
guessed Jane was to her left, but she could not see her.
"Turn around!"
She heard some mistress give further orders to some slave girls. Once
again she tried to see what was happening behind her. All she could see was a
woman dressed in black leather standing near the door, her right hand on her hip
and a switch in her left hand impatiently tapping the side of her leg. When the
woman noticed Julie staring at her, she extended the switch so she could rub the
end across Julie's cheek.
"Just be patient, My Dear. We will get to you in good time."
The woman tapped Julie on top her head with the switch.
Julie tested her bondage again. One tug on the leather holding her arms
behind her back told her she was completely at the mercy of these women.
"Which one first?"
The woman tapped Julie on the side of her face with the switch.
"The one with the darker hair. She goes on the bottom."
Since she knew that her hair was darker than Jane's, she knew they were
talking about her. That belief was confirmed when unseen hands lifted the slave
sack from the floor, depositing it on a small cart. At least, she assumed it was
a cart. She still could see nothing of it. Since they had rolled something up to
her and she was now several centimeters higher than she had been, she assumed
they had put her on a small cart.
"Let's go."
Crack! Crack!
That order was accompanied by the unmistakable sound of a switch being
applied to the bare bottom of a woman. The sounds were slightly different so she
guessed they had a pair of slave girls pulling the cart.
The cart started forward. In this position, the captive beauty could only
see where she had been. As they moved away from her, Julie saw Jane's head
sticking up from her slave sack. At least she thought it was Jane as all she
could see of her sister captive was her head sticking out of the slave sack. The
slave sack and its contents remained inside the large doors at the loading dock.
Two women clad in black leather catsuits stood guard.
"I guess they are there to protect her. They surely don't have to worry
about her getting away. If I couldn't…"
Julie decided the slave sack was a great way to transport free young women
around town. No one would ever recognize them covered in the black leather of
the slave sack. Hidden in the back of a wagon they could be moved around town
without anyone being the wiser. She wondered if she could arrange for them to
pick up her from the college next time. If she could find someone she trusted,
she could have herself packaged up and waiting for them.
"Maybe I can tell those stupid bimbos in the office that I am leaving at
lunch. Then I can wait on the loading dock back in Receiving until they come for
me."
Julie's journey on the cart was not long. They moved down a corridor from
the loading dock. It seemed to the buxom brunette that both sides of the
corridor were lines with tethered slave girls. They all faced the wall without
moving, their bare bottoms protruding, almost begging for another spanking.
"Damn. I was hoping to get some special attention."
Still believing they were delivering her to some private club, she thought
the captive women she saw were women like her who wanted to be bound and used as
slave girls. She did not realize they were slave girls, and her fate was to be
the same as theirs.
In just a few seconds they reach their destination. Julie could see it was
a large room with many switches, paddles and straps hanging from the walls.
She guessed this was where they disciplined bad little slave girls. They
would remove her from the slave sack here so anyone seeing her coming from this
room would think she was just another slave girl.
"Stop."
They dragged the slave sack from the cart. Julie landed on the floor with
a "thud."
"Will one of you take the cart back and get the other one? We will get
started on this one."
The woman giving the orders was the same tall brunette she had seen on the
loading dock. Julie did not like the way that woman looked at her.
As she approached, the woman drew a switch from her belt. She let the tip
run up and down Julie's cheeks.
"We are going to have so much fun playing with you. This will be one night
you will never forget."
The woman was Cathy Camersole. Her role with the Amazons was to turn free
women into slave girls. There was nothing she like better than turning virgin
bottomcheeks bright red.
Julie realized the seven women surrounding her were all dressed in black
leather. She wondered if this was some club bit catered only two women. What it
would be like to half to service a woman, just as Jane had serviced her. She
would probably object. They would flick a switch on her bottom a couple of times
and she would agree to eat pussy.
Hands quickly removed the locks and straps that kept the buxom brunette
imprisoned in the leather slave sack. They pulled the zippers down to peel back
the various panels of the slave sack, but made no effort to pull it out from
under their captive. Of course, Julie could not see what happened behind her,
but she felt hands removing the leather cuffs from her feet.
"Bend forward. Put your face against your knees and stay in that position
until we tell you otherwise."
Julie leaned forward.
"Raise your butt in the air. We want it higher than your head."
Julie knew that was one of many submissive positions for slave girls. Her
face, her brains, were unimportant. What mattered only was that her bottom be
available for anyone to punish.
She wondered what they were going to do to her. She hoped they were no
going to smack her with a switch. While the sting of that device might be novel,
what could they do for an encore?
It did not take long for her to find out why they had her in that position.
Hands removed the bondage device securing her arms behind her back. Except for
the gag in her mouth, she was free. She knew that situation would not remain
long. She kept her arms behind her back as they had been when she still wore
that bondage device. Her bare bottom was still in the perfect position for a
spanking.
"Stand up! Turn around and face me!"
Julie quickly came to her feet. She guessed it would be best not to
antagonize these women. Since they had not spanked her when they could, she
doubted they would without her permission, but why irritate them?
"Hands behind your back."
As soon as she complied, a woman snapped a pair of handcuffs on her. This
made it impossible for her to resist as Cathy stepped forward with arms
outstretched. In seconds, the buxom brunette's top fluttered to the floor. The
woman who had handcuffed Julie's hands pulled down on the zipper so the
miniskirt dropped to her ankles.
Julie looked down but did not step out of the garment. They had not
ordered her to do so. They had not given her permission.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Step out of it."
The miniskirt disappeared behind her along with the top.
"Sit on the platform behind you."
A woman knelt on the platform to reach Julie's wrists. In seconds she had
the handcuffs off.
"Now lay back and put your hands over your head."
As soon as she did that, she felt hands grabbed her arms to pull her
forward. Her body slid across the surface toward the far end. They obviously had
pulled her body too far as two women grabbed her legs to pull her back a few
centimeters in the other direction. When they had her in the proper position, a
woman knelt on the platform to fasten a broad leather strap across her flat
tummy. The two ends buckled together.
When that woman stepped back, the two holding her arms pulled them under
the platform at to secure them there with leather cuffs and chains. As they
straightened up and back away, Julie tested this new bondage. She could move her
arms about. The chains kept her from bringing her hands up to protect her body,
and the cuffs had padlocks so she could not get them off.
Once again Julie was helplessly bound. She tugged a little on the cuffs
holding her arms under the platform, but the chains and the leathers cuffs were
secure.
From her head to her bottom, her body lay on the platform. Her feet
remained on the floor, bent at the knee. Her bare bottom rested on the edge of
the platform.
For a few seconds they ignored the buxom captive to turn their attention to
Jane. Julie had been so occupied with her own bondage, they she had not heard
the sounds of the cart bringing her captive friend into the room.
Staring at the ceiling with her boobs forming a mountain range to block her
sight, she could not see what they did to Jane. From the commands given, it was
apparent they did to Jane exactly as they had Julie. At the end, they gave no
command for her to get on the platform as they had Julie. The woman with the
switch (Cathy) ordered her back to her knees, her face against her knees and her
bottom in the air.
As they removed the second woman's bondage, two women made preparations on
the platform for her. They moved the bottom half of a pillory into position
over Julie's hips. Bolts on the side of the platform were used to keep it
secure. When they stepped back, the bottom of the device stood only a couple of
centimeters above the captive's belly.
"On your feet! Follow me! Turn around!"
Jane appeared suddenly in sight over Julie's face. They had moved her
around to the other side of the platform so she was next to her head. She
crawled forward on all fours toward the bottom of the pillory, her naked body
straddling Julie's.
Since she had been bound in this position several times before, Jane knew
what to do without the Amazons giving her orders. (It was all part of her
training.) She crawled forward until she could fit her neck and hands in the
grooves on the bottom part of the board. She waited patiently for them to put
the upper half in place to complete her bondage.
Julie was not concerned what sort of bondage they put her friend in. Her
only thoughts were on the pussy immediately above her face. She was glad she
wore that ballgag. With Jane's thighs straddling her face it would be difficult
for them to unbuckle the strap so they could remove the rubber ball from her
mouth. They did not mean for her to eat Jane's pussy then. Still, she did not
like the way they had it positioned over her face.
Though Julie could not see it, she could hear them fastening the upper part
of the pillory in place. She heard more sounds as clasps were fastened and
padlocks applied. Two Amazons lifted the upper board of the pillory to fit it
down over Jane's neck and wrists. Cathy had quickly snapped the clasps shut in
front. Though Jane could not possible escape from it, she added a pair of
padlocks.
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Bound as she was with Jane on top her, Julie could not see much of what
was going on.
Julie knew that Jane was just as helpless as she was. The main
difference between the two was that Jane's bottom was raised in the air and
exposed.
Julie moved her head from one side to the other to see if there was some
way she could get out of that position. The presence of Julie's thighs so close
to her face kept her from rotating her head more than a few centimeters to
either side. The other woman's thighs acted like vice to keep her head steady.
Just when Julie thought things could not get worse, someone grabbed her
hair to pull her head up. Unseen hands shoved a shim under her head to keep her
nose only a centimeter from her sister captive's pussy.
"I'm not going to move my head. I'm not going to move at all."
While Julie occupied with thoughts with futile thoughts that she had
some control over her body, they fastened a leather strap about each of Jane's
thighs. While she saw enough to know they were doing that, she could not see
them attach ends of chains to rings on the straps. By pulling the chains, they
dragged the captive's knees outwards. With this, Jane's body sagged down until
her pussy rested on Julie's nose.
Julie wiggled in a vain attempt to try to get her nose out, but
discovered she was only exciting the woman on top her. Jane's bondage had not
made her immobile. She could move a little which she did. They raising her fanny
in the air and then bringing it down again, she was able to drag her pussy
across Julie's nose.
Julie decided that before she came to the Health and Beauty Spa again,
she would find out exactly what kind of activity they had planned for her. While
she liked Jane and would certainly not have objected if the woman was on the
bottom with her nose in Julie's pussy, they had not warned her about this. There
were certain activities that slave girls did only to mistresses (and to other
slave girls).
They pulled the chains under the platform where they attached them to
hooks. This held Jane in that position.
Julie had other things to worry about as two women pulled her feet in
the air. Once they had her legs pointed toward the ceiling, they pulled them
apart. These women leaned against Jane's legs to pin the fronts of her thighs
against the pillory. A couple more women fastened straps about her lower thighs
and then ran chains between the straps and rings on the pillory. These chains
kept her legs in this position once they let go.
Julie thought this was an embarrassing and revealing position, but soon
she did not care. She felt a tongue probing her pussy. She quickly forgot about
Jane as she became aroused.
During the commotion of being bound, Julie had not heard them bring
another slave girl into the room. This captive knelt on the floor beneath Jane's
head. Once the gag was removed from her mouth, she began licking Julie's pussy.
The slave girl had been well trained so she knew immediately what they expected
of her. (Is she one of their captives we have met along the way? Perhaps. All
slave girls with the large bosom and long hair look pretty much the same.)
As Julie began to come, her whole body began to writhe (as best it could
while in bondage). Her nose worked back and forth in Jane's pussy, exciting the
woman laying on top her. Julie did not want to do this, but she could no longer
control her body. The ecstasy of multiple orgasms was too great. She moved her
head up and down, left and right. She could tell Jane was close to an orgasm
herself.
"If they just wanted us to eat each other…"
Smack!
Julie had not seen the paddle coming. She did not realize anyone was
going to be spanked until she heard the sound of wood striking the soft flesh of
a woman's round bottom.
Julie moved her head back, her nose running through Jane's pussy. Smack!
In this position, she saw the next blow land on the woman's round bottomcheeks.
Though she remained motionless, Jane squirmed about in vain. While she could not
stop the third blow from landing on her bottom, she did manage to excite herself
further by rubbing her pussy on Julie's raised nose. The young woman was close
to an orgasm as the fourth blow landed.
Julie felt Jane's body shutter from the blows and from her first orgasm.
That did not stop the blows from coming. The buxom brunette could not see all
the blows because they switched to Jane's hips and thighs. They wanted to
inflict the maximum pain before giving Jane the opportunity to beg to be a slave
girl.
The blows with the paddle continued but Julie had other things on her
mind. She fought the orgasm as long as she could but some things were
inevitable. She emitted a moan through the ballgag.
"I guess they are showing us that anyone can enjoy being spanked," the
luscious brunette thought as she felt the stirring of another orgasm begin.
Julie had no idea how many swats to the fanny Jane had taken when the
woman welding the paddle moved around to the other end of the platform.
"Well, Jane. You know what it is like to be a slave girl. You can either
beg for a collar, or I can wear out another paddle on your ass."
Julie could not tell what Jane's answer was as she was going through
another orgasm at the time. She realized in second her answer must have been
affirmative as they freed Jane from her bondage so they could pull her to her
feet.
She heard the sounds of them encouraging Jane to put her throat in the
collar. She heard Jane's first spanking as a slave girl. The young woman made
her way around the group, receiving a spanking from each woman before using her
mouth to thank her.
They had not totally ignored Julie as the slave girl who was eating her
pussy continued hard at work. The buxom brunette tried to listen to find out
what was happening to Jane as she knew it would soon happen to her. Julie
continued to struggle with her bondage, but every twenty or thirty seconds she
paused to emit another moan of pleasure.
When they were finished with Jane, it was Julie's turn. They dragged
Jane, now properly adorned with a slave collar, over to the position she had
before on top Julie. They had no need for another slave girl to assistant them
now. Once they had removed the gag, they pressed Jane's mouth onto Julie's
pussy.
"Faster. Faster. Do you want another spanking?"
Jane's mouth and tongue worked much faster now. The Amazons stood around
smiling. Cathy readied the paddle when it was evident Julie was about to come.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
That was how the buxom brunette spent the next half-hour. Every orgasm
was accompanied by another series of swats with the paddle. By the time they
finished, her bottom cheeks and upper by were bright red. She was willing to do
anything to keep from being spanked again.
A pair of Amazons moved to Julie's head.
"We can stop now or continue until morning. Do you agree to be a slave
girl? Blink your eyes twice if you agree."
Julie was willing to do anything to avoid being spanked anymore. She
blinked her eyes twice just as they had told her to do. With Jane's bottom on
her face, they could see nothing.
"I think she wants more."
Julie blinked twice more.
"What was that?"
Julie blinked twice more, paused a few seconds, then blinked twice more.
In a matter of seconds, they had a ballgag back in Jane's mouth. They
pulled her bottom up in the air so they could slide Julie out from under her. As
she landed on the floor, they pulled her arms behind her back to handcuff them
out of the way. Two hands pulled her head back. As her mouth opened as a reflex,
they pushed a ballgag in.
"Crawl over here and put your throat against this collar, or we will
have a new torment for you."
Julie twisted her head about. Cathy held a black leather slave collar in
her hands. The buxom brunette did not want to be a slave girl, but neither did
she want another spanking like the one she had just endured. She knew she had
no choice. Slowly she nodded.
"Put your throat right here." The Amazon's right hand held one end of
the collar. Her left hand supported the other end with her index finger pointed
to the center.
The luscious captive crawled across the floor to the waiting Amazon. To
keep her from hesitating, one of her captoresses followed her with a switch that
she periodically tapped against Julie's already's sore bottom.
When she reached a spot half a meter in front of Cathy, she lowered her
head, placing her throat against the leather band. The Amazon brought her knees
together to pin her head into position. There was no backing out now. The
beautiful brunette was going to be a slave girl.
Once Cathy had the collar locked about her neck, she turned her
attention to Julie's hair. With the pins out, her long dark tresses fell down
over her shoulders.
Julie now looked no different than the hundreds of other slave girls the
Amazons had. (Okay, her boobs were larger than most.)
The ritual began for another slave girl. Cathy pulled the buxom brunette
over her lap to give her a slave girl's traditional first spanking. After that,
Julie knelt with her face between Cathy's legs to use her tongue to thank her
for turning her into a slave girl. Other Amazons wanted to share in the fun and
pleasure. From each, Julie received a sound spanking. Long before they were done
with her, her lips and tongue were tired.
She needed training if she was going to please these Amazons.
An hour later the Amazons secured the two new slave girls back together
on a different platform. This platform had two oval sections, one to support
Jane's lower back and another to support her upper shoulders and head.
Jane already lay on her back on the bottom when they dragged Julie to
her, her arms secured under the platform. They had Julie lay on top her so her
face was in the other's crotch. They pulled her arms around Jane's body. Because
of the gap in the platform, they were able to bind her so she tightly hugged the
other woman's body. With Julie already secured, they bound Jane so tightly
clutched Julie's body.
With the gags out and their faces in each other's crotch, little
direction was needed.
The Amazons watched the two come again and again. Within a day or two
the two would be ready to service the Amazons.
When they grew tired of the spectacle of two new slave girls exciting
each other, some moved out into the hallway.
All wore black leather catsuits except one who had not been present
during the subjugation process. Her attire was a black cotton suit. No one would
think she was an Amazon. Her name was Charlene Charles.
"I met Debbie today. She seemed interested, but said she did not have
any opening. She said she would see me in mind if one came up." She paused to
look through the doorway where the two newly-collared slave girls were making
loud noises as they came. "I think she will have an opening for an office
assistant."
The Amazons all laughed.
Their plan was working to perfection. Charlene had made the contact
with Nancy can get a job in the Acme College of Cosmetology. Once she was in
the job and knew what was going on, they would be ready to take it over.
"You know," said Clarissa, "I don't think anything can stop us now."
Miranda appeared in the doorway with a puzzled look on her face.
"Has anyone seen Lori?"
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 42
Michelle Michaels moved silently from her bed to the closet. The clothes
she had chosen to wear were hanging separately so she could find them without
lighting a lamp. Once she had the clothes on, the nightdress disappeared into
the bottom drawer of her dresser.
The attire she had chosen matched her general appearance. The slacks
were completely black while the top was the same hue of black but with a floral
pattern.. Her hair was jet black and her eyes extremely dark.
Carefully she made the bed. That might alarm Lauren that something was
amiss, but her gullible roommate believed everything she told her. Michelle
usually left her room a mess but wanted it to be clean while she was gone. She
doubted cleaning it would make Lauren suspicious.
Opening the bedroom door only a couple centimeters, she looked in the
direction of her roommate's door. There was no sound to show Lauren was awake.
"So far, so good," she mumbled to herself.
Lauren's purse was on the bottom shelf where she always kept it.
Carefully Michelle pulled it off and carried it to the window. She hoped any
sounds she might make would go outside.
The purse contained three gold crowns. The naughty roommate knew better
than to take them. She always warned Lauren about carrying around so much money
but her roommate ignored her (as she hoped she would). There were eleven silver
talens. She removed two of them. Half a dozen pfennigs would not be missed
either.
Did she steal often from her roommate? Of course. One month Lauren
complained that she was late with her share of the rent. She promised she would
have the money the next day. During the night she took the money from Lauren's
purse and paid her with it.
A glance at the window told her it was almost dawn. She could travel in
style now that she had money. While her situation was not good, she could still
go through this with style.
A few hours later, Michelle sat slumped down in the chair outside the
office door, her arms folded across her chest and her lower lip protruding.
Rather than be there, she should be out partying. Since it was quite early in
the morning, perhaps it was too early to party. She should at least be sleeping
off the effects of last night's party.
No, she has to be there ready to be humiliated in private and used as
any common slave girl.
Of course it was not her fault. She had just listened to bad advice.
Fortunately, she was beautiful and an exquisitely curved body. There was
a way out.
(She sat outside Canjac's office. Does anyone really care what she did
to require his help?)
Michelle had arrived at dawn so no one would see her. Her humiliation
would be private. She did not want anyone she knew to see her coming there. None
of her friends would know about this.
The lower lip protruded further as she thought about how long she had
waited there. Most guys she knew would be anxious to take a roll in the hay with
her. There she was, offering her body to this guy in exchange for his help, and
he made her wait.
A free woman being bound as a slave girl was not completely legal, nor
was it illegal. Of course she could not be called a slave girl or wear a collar,
but other than that, anything was acceptable.
They were called "guests."
Michelle would be Canjac's "guest." As his "guest," she would be
expected to please him as any of his slave girls would. In exchange he would use
his considerable influence to make her problem go away.
The beautiful brunette began to tremble a bit as she heard voices from
the other end of the building. One man did the talking, his voice becoming
louder and clearer as he drew nearer.
"I want everything ready when the shipment comes. There should be no
trouble. I got word that the ship arrived last night. The cargo was offloaded
and put in a bonded warehouse. I'll take care of the leader. I have something
special for her. The others may or may be resist. Treat them as we do the
Amazons. Once their leader is in harness I think the others will be most
accomodating."
He came into sight. Over his left shoulder was the body of a naked
woman. Four men followed. Michelle recognized one as the man she had talked to
the day before.
"We are going to need everybody to handle this shipment, so put as many
of the slave girls out to stud as is practical."
Putting slave girls out to stud? Now there is an interesting (if rather
confusing) statement.
Canjac opened the door to his office. The others followed him in.
"I forgot about Emily. One of you take her out near the entrance. She
has to be used frequently or she might explode."
The laughter from within had not completely subsided when one of the men
emerged leading a slave girl.
Michelle saw the slave girl was beautiful, but her titties were not
nearly as large as hers were. The captive was on the man's heels. She had never
seen a slave girl so anxious to be used.
She turned to watch they pass through the doorway to the main entrance
in front. By the time she turned her head back, they had closed the door to the
office.
The pout remained planted on her lovely face as they made her wait even
longer. She looked to the left as she heard the door open.
"Will you please come in?"
So occupied was she with her own woes that she had not heard the door to
Canjac's office open. The man who had taken Emily out to the entrance followed
her in.
"Let's cut the crap. I have to see if you are serious or not. Take off
your clothes."
The buxom brunette was not overly anxious to strip in front of these
five men. It took her only a couple of minutes to remove her top, bra, shoes,
slacks and panties.
"Now kneel in front of the desk with your hands locked together behind
your head. Stick your tits out as far as they go. You have to convince us it is
worthwhile making this arrangement."
To maintain her balance, she put both hands on the edge of the desk as
she lowered her left knee to the floor. Once she brought her right down to join
it, she put her hands in the desired position.
"I hate to start off this way, but you would be surprised at the number
of women who come in here, willing to be used as slave girls, but not willing to
take off their clothing. I haven't figured out a way to do that yet."
Even Michelle had to smile at that.
"Did Rolfo explain my terms and conditions to you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me what I expect of you."
"You will tie me up and use me as a slave girl."
"For how long?"
"Thirty days."
"Let me go over the details to make certain we are in agreement.
"Whether you are naked, or dressed to some extent is totally up to me.
We will assume I keep you naked except for high heels for the entire thirty
days.
"You will be available for me to use, for any of my men to use, for any
of my guests to us. You will not be placed in public, nor will we let anyone
know you are here or who you are. Your sole obligation is to please us.
Understand?"
"Yes."
"We will not spank you or use nipple clamps or anything else on you."
They all saw the relief on Michelle's face at that statement.
"I will place you in a hallway. Every time a man approaches, you will
turn around, spread your legs and bend over to offer your pussy to him. Whether
he chooses to use you or not is entirely up to him. If he walks past you, you
may straighten up and turn around. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Besides being bound, you will be gagged with this." He pulled a ballgag
harness from a drawer. "There is a hole through the center so we can feed you
without removing the gag."
At this point Canjac sat back and smiled.
"With that gag between your lips, your mouth is off-limits. We will
respect that. Should you kneel though, we will interpret that as meaning you
agree to us using your mouth. We will avail ourselves and replace that gag with
this one." He leaned forward to retrieve a dildo gag from a drawer.
"When you sign the contract, you are agreeing to all this. You will make
your body available to us willingly. Should you refuse to honor the terms of the
contract, you will be escorted from the premises."
"That is all? If I change my mind, you just tell me to go?"
Michelle resisted the temptation to turn to look at the men chuckling at
her.
"We will escort you out the door. Of course you will be naked and still
bound, but we won't punish you for breaking the contract."
The men erupted into outright laughter.
"How often do you toss women out like that?"
"There is always a first time."
The kneeling woman's eyebrows moved down as she thought about it.
"And you will take care of everything?"
"Everything. Your problems will go away. There will be no record of
anything."
"You have slave girls all over this place. Why are you willing to incur
all this expense?"
"It is a form of gambling. I am betting that at the end of thirty days,
you won't want to leave."
"How often do women leave after thirty days?"
"There is always a first time."
The men erupted into laughter. Even Canjac had to smile.
"I don't want to be a slave girl."
"That is what you are betting. You are betting that at the end of thirty
days you walk away from here satisfied to go back to your life with things the
way they were before you were in trouble. I'm betting you want to stay."
Michelle thought about it for a few seconds.
"Where do I sign?"
Canjac produced the papers. One of his men was a notary so all was legal
and binding.
"Stand up so we can get the shoes on you. You might step on something
and hurt yourself if you walk around in bare feet."
The shoes were dark blue sandals. A strap across the foot and another
about the ankle insured the wearer could not get them off. These were usual
slave girl shoes with fifteen centimeter stiletto heels.
While a man fastened the straps about her feet, Canjac produced another
item from a drawer.
"Since you are not a slave girl, you will not be wearing a slave collar.
This choker looks like a collar. Unlike a collar, it comes off easily."
He handed it to the buxom beauty. Michelle studied the medallion handing
from a ring. On the front it read: "Michelle, a guest." On the reverse, it gave
her name and address.
"Why the address?"
"If we have to toss you out on the street, the gendarmes have to have
some way of identifying where you go."
While that made sense, it was also a little disturbing. If they did toss
her out on the street, the authorities would know what she had done, and
everyone else would too.
"Go ahead and put it on."
She raised it to her throat. One of the men snapped the ends together
behind her neck.
"Since you are not a slave girl, we will keep your hair pinned up."
Michelle was uncertain whether that was good or bad. At least they were
acknowledging that she was a free woman. The laws protected her from being
enslaved inside the town walls. She decided she had nothing to worry about. All
she had to do was allow them to use her body.
Not only would she be out of trouble, she might enjoy herself.
"Put your hands together behind your back."
The buxom brunette had expected them to use handcuffs, or perhaps ropes
on her body to make her helpless. Instead they had a leather single glove.
As they slid the bondage device up her arms, she started to look over
her left shoulder to see what they did. Realizing she would not be able to tell
anything, she stared straight ahead, pretending that what they did not concern
her.
Once the top of the leather item was above her elbows, the men pulling
it up tossed the leather straps over her shoulders. Michelle looked down. The
straps dangled down on each side to her waist.
A man ran the lace from her wrists to the top, weaving the ends back and
forth, snagging the hooks before crossing them to repeat the process a little
higher on Michelle's arms. At the top he slipped the ends through clasps that
would hold them steady while he tightened the lace.
To do this, he used a lace-tightening device that was shaped as a T. The
crosspiece was the handle. The lace fit into grooves on the bottom. As he turned
the handle, the lace wrapped around the straight piece between the handle and
the grooves. As they tightened, they drew Michelle's arms together. The man did
not stop until he had the buxom brunette's elbows touching. He attached another
set of clamps that held the laces taut while he removed the device and tied the
ends together.
Canjac had moved around the desk.
"This device does wonder for the titties."
As he said that he fondled Michelle's oversized boobs.
The luscious captive blushed. She knew she had every reason to expect
this. For the next thirty days he would have unlimited use of her body.
Besides, it felt good.
"Now, open your mouth and say ‘Ahhhh.'"
The ballgag harness was next. Once she had her mouth open wide, Canjac
shoved the rubber ball between her teeth. One of his men buckled the ends of the
strap together behind her head. When the man indicated he was done, Canjac
passed the harness over Michelle's head. From either side of her mouth a strap
ran across her cheeks to the bridge of her nose. They were riveted to a single
strap that continued up over her head and down in back where the man buckled the
end to the first strap.
Canjac, meanwhile, pulled another pair of straps under Michelle's chin.
When he had them buckled together, the comesome brunette could not open her
mouth at all.
"Turn around. Let us take a look at you."
The buxom brunette made one complete circuit. When she stopped facing
Canjac, he motioned with one hand for her to turn again. She continued turning
slowly until he told her to stop.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
She had not expected the blindfold.
"Calm down. I'll take it off once we get to your place."
She tried to remain calm as a man buckled the ends of the strap together
behind her head.
"Mmmmmmfffffttttt!!"
She was surprised when someone (Canjac) picked her up. Slung over his
shoulder as Emily had been, she moved to her new place of employment.
As Canjac had promised, one he had her there, he removed the blindfold.
"This is your world for the next thirty days."
Michelle looked down at the floor. She stood in the center of a yellow
box painted on the wood. The box was square, each side being about a meter and a
half long. On the sides were small metal rings that rose above the floor in a
half circle.
"Turn around so I can get you secured in position."
When she turned, the young woman saw there was a mirror on the wall
before her. It was not a large mirror, only half a mirror wide and less than
half that high.
Canjac signaled one of the men to lower a chain from the ceiling. He
locked the end to the ring on the bottom of the single glove. He attached the
end to the ring on top the ballgag harness. The other end locked to the chain to
her single glove.
"Now, spread your legs apart so you can fit the toe of each shoe through
those rings. Good. Now bend forward until you can see your eyes in the mirror."
As Michelle changed positions, the single glove caused her to pull
forward on the chain. She felt the chains drawing her head back so she had no
choice but to stare straight ahead. She heard a "clunk" sound on both sides.
"Good. Now try to straighten up."
The buxom brunette tried to raise her bottom, but to do so, she had to
pull her arms down. The chain connected to the single glove kept her from doing
that. She had to remain bent over.
"Well, that didn't work. Try to pull your feet out."
Michelle tried to draw her right foot back to pull it from the ring, but
after it moved only a centimeter, she felt pressure on both the top and bottom.
"Terrible, isn't it." Canjac moved forward to her left so he could
fondle her left titties with his left hand. "You offer your body to a man, and
you can't leave that position until he releases you."
The buxom captive heard the others moving forward. Hands grabbed her
right tittie also and probed her pussy. She was being aroused by this constant
attention.
Suddenly she felt the tension on her arms ease. She straightened up. At
the same time she heard a sound on the floor. She pulled her feet from the rings
and put her legs together.
"Okay. Now let's practice what you have to do. Turn around. Good girl.
Now a man comes through that door on the left. What do you do?"
Michelle turned around. Looking down at the floor, she moved her feet as
far apart as the rings. Slowly she moved them forward half a centimeter at a
time until they were through the rings. Only then did she bend over, causing the
chain to lock her in that most revealing position.
Canjac moved to Michelle's left so her bottom and left tit were within
reach. He coupled the dangling tit with her left hand. His right fondled her
bare bottomcheeks.
"Do you think you know what to do? Grunt twice if you do."
"Mft. Mft."
"Good."
With his right hand he motioned for the man to pull the lever. The naked
beauty straightened up. The restraints disappeared into the floor with a
"clunk." Michelle turned around.
"Okay, I think I'll take you out for a test drive. Assume the position."
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 43
It was not the first time Michelle had an orgasm while tied up, but it
certainly was the first time she had an orgasm with a ballgag stuffed in her
mouth and an audience watching. While she could have done without the gag, the
audience was an interesting twist to the norm.
When Canjac had finished, he signaled one of his men who pulled a lever
part way down the corridor. The tension on the chain eased, allowing the buxom
brunette to straighten up. At the same time the restraints holding her feet in
place snapped back into the floor.
"Turn around so you face us."
Michelle shuffled about so she faced him.
"Anybody else want to use her?"
"I do."
It was Rolfo, the man she had met with the day before. She suspected
from the beginning that it was his goal to use her. Until Canjac made his
promises, she had not completely believed the man. She thought he only wanted to
get in her panties.
Shuffling her feet about she turned about again. Then looking down, she
spread her legs to put her feet through the rings. As she bent forward, the
tension on the chain caused the restraints to snap in place. With her head back
so she could see her face in the mirror, she waited.
The luscious brunette came even faster this time. Michelle thought she
might even have a second (or would it be a third?) but the man did not have the
stamina to satisfy her. She hoped some of the others would want to use her.
The chain was released. She straightened up and turned around.
"Anyone else?"
Of course they all wanted a turn at her body. The whole procedure was to
get her used to offering her body to men, and having them take advantage of it.
By the time the last man finished with her, she was quite used to bending over
with her legs spread.
"That chain will work as a tethering chain," Canjac informed her once
they had finished with her. "You cannot move outside the square. The chain
simply isn't long enough for you to move beyond the edge of the square. In an
hour or so someone will come along and give you something to drink. Feeding and
potty time will come later."
"Since this is your world," he said as he gestured toward the square
painted on the floor, "You have no need to see what is going on outside the
square. When we take you elsewhere, we will carry you and you will be wearing
this." He held up the leather blindfold Michelle had worn when he carried her to
this place.
Canjac caressed the brunette's nipples as he spoke. They were still
erect from her frequent orgasms. Michelle did not object. She wanted him to
continue. Being bound and gagged, the decision whether he would continue or stop
was not hers.
"Remember the rules: we can only use your pussy. If you get down on your
knees, it means you want to include your mouth in the bargain. Remain on you
feet and we will honor the bargain we made. If you get down on your knees, it
means you want to change the deal."
Canjac started to turn away but paused.
"Before you think you can cheat and sit down on your fanny, I should
tell you that the chain is too short for you to sit. Your fanny won't reach the
floor because of the length of the chain. You either stand or kneel, there are
no other options."
Michelle had rather enjoyed herself. Okay, it was uncomfortable being
bound in that position but the many orgasms made up for it.
Her mouth was another matter. Not that she had not sucked her
boyfriends' cocks, but this was her mouth and as long as she kept the ballgag in
her mouth, it was her property.
For the next half hour Michelle stood in the corridor. No one came by,
no one watched her. She was a sexy, naked, helpless body that everyone ignored.
After the interval of time Canjac had specified, the door on her left
opened. The man who emerged in view was one of those who had used her before.
Knowing this was a test, she quickly turned about, inserted her feet in the
rings and bent over. Her eyes rested on her reflection in the mirror as she felt
the restraints snap into place about the high heeled sandals.
The man moved slowly to insure Michelle had time to finish. Once beyond
her, he pulled the lever that released the tension on the chain so she could
straighten up.
The buxom beauty paced about the square. She had not realized how
uncomfortable it was wearing shoes with fifteen centimeter stiletto heels.
Putting all her weight on her right foot, she bent her left back until the heel
touched the single glove. She repeated the process with her left foot.
"I wonder how much longer until I get something to eat?" she thought as
she paced around in a small circle. She tested the limits of her freedom every
minute or two. What Canjac had said was true. She could not move beyond the edge
of the square.
Glancing to her right and left, she checked to insure no one was
watching. Standing on her left leg and bending that knee a little, she extended
her right foot at far as she could. The toe of the sandal extended five or six
centimeters beyond the line.
The next man came by half an hour after the first, pausing for a minute
to fondle her dangling titties. Michelle felt herself being aroused but the man
did not avail himself of her exposed pussy.
She grunted her displeasure as he walked off.
The pain began in the arches and slowly worked its way up her calves.
When it came time to water her, the man inserted a plug in the hole in
the ballgag while holding the bottle over Michelle's head. He pushed her head
back so the cool water would slide down her throat without choking her. She was
not allowed to sit or kneel during the watering process.
The next man through did little more than glance in the brunette's
direction. He waited impatiently at the lever while she finished getting into
position. As soon as she was locked into position, he pulled down and hurried
off.
The pain worked its way up her calves to her knees.
Michelle had already made up her mind long before the next man appeared.
As soon as he appeared in sight, she fell to her knees.
"Hungry for something to eat, huh?"
She enjoyed doing the blowjob. It was not the act she enjoyed, but
rather the fact her weight was off her feet. She tried to pull her mouth off
when she felt him start to come, but he had both hands on the back of her head
to keep it where he wanted it.
"Swallow it. Good girl. Now put it back the way it was when you found
it."
Michelle had to continue sucking until he became erect again.
"Keep this in your mouth while I get you a new gag."
He shoved the rubber ball in her open mouth but did not fasten the
straps.
It took him only seconds to get a dildo-harness gag. (Canjac knew
Michelle would not be able to remain long on her feet in those heels. The
bondage device was within reach at all times.)
This gag was similar in construction to the other. Inside of a rubber
ball it had a dildo six centimeters long. The brunette's dark eyes opened wide
as he offered the shaft to her mouth. She did not see how the whole thing could
fit in, but it was not meant to, at least not permanently. Only about half the
dildo was in her mouth. Another harness fastened about her head kept it in
place.
Word quickly spread throughout the complex that Michelle was on her
knees. Every man, including those who had arrived later, wanted to have a go at
her mouth.
Shortly after she received the new gag the first man arrived. The
kneeling captive waited for him to remove the gag so she could use her mouth on
him, but that was not his intent.
"Up into position."
Michelle moved slowly, discovering that her legs had become stiff from
kneeling. Spreading her legs apart, she inserted the toes of the shoes into the
rings. As she bent forward, the restraints popped up as the chain pulled her
head back.
While the buxom captive could not straighten up, that did not mean she
was immobile. As the man thrust his hips against her bottom, Michelle's body
rocked forward. As it did, the chain pulled other chains on the harness, drawing
the dildo deeper into her mouth. Each time his cock slid forward into her pussy,
the dildo slid back into her mouth.
Michelle knew they were training her to enjoy giving blowjobs. She also
knew she did not need much training.
When he was finished, the man allowed her to straighten up and turn
around.
"Back on your knees."
Using her tongue, Michelle cleaned up after herself. When she was done,
she sucked on his cock until it was hard again.
The dildo-gag harness went back on the captive.
When it came time for feeding, a man repeated the process with a liquid
lunch. He inserted one end into a hole in the outside end of the dildo. She
sucked on the dildo to get lunch.
So that was how Michelle's first day as a "guest" went.
By evening the only difference between and a slave girl was that she did
not wear a collar. She kept reminding herself that she had to undergo this for
only 30 days before they would release. She had to wonder though just what she
would do when they let her go.
Would she hunger after every man's cock?
What if she fell to her knees at a guy's approach?
What if she found herself being aroused merely by being tied up?
At potty time they removed the chain, but applied another blindfold.
Slung over a man's shoulder, the buxom brunette was carried off to a bathroom.
Dinner was much the same as lunch.
After the man left, she found herself still sucking on the dildo in her
mouth. Was it because she was thinking of eating, or because she enjoyed it?
Lowering her head a little so she could see her erect nipples, she knew the
answer.
Canjac and his men had been busy all day with Nancy so Michelle did not
get much attention. Still, by the time they were ready to put her to bed, she
was accustomed to her bondage and being used as any slave girl.
Two men came for her late in the day. They removed the chain and the
dildo-gag harness. Into her mouth they inserted another dildo. This was almost
identical to the first except it did not have the harness and the hole through
the center was someone larger.
Once they had the ends of the strap securely buckled behind her head,
one man added a leather blindfold. In seconds she found herself slung over a
man's shoulder and being carried about.
"I'll show you where to put her."
The beautiful captive had no idea where she was or where they were
taking her. She thought they might have some bed, or at least a stall or a cage
for her to get some sleep, but instead they slung her over a padded post. On the
far side there was a board descending at a forty-five-degree angle. Her upper
body and chin rested on it. A pair of straps across her upper and lower back
kept her secured in position.
Another strap went across her lower back to keep her bottom in position.
One strap went around each upper thigh to keep her legs spread apart.
Almost as soon as they put her in this position Michelle fell asleep,
but her training as a slave girl continued during the night. On several
occasions she awoke from her orgasm, realizing through the daze of sleep that
she was being used.
Michelle's introduction to being a "guest" was well underway. She had no
idea what her fate would be.
And not even Canjac knew where Michelle's visit would lead.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 44
The helpless members of D. A. A. M. (Dominant Anti-Amazon Mistresses)
were in route Canjac's compound, still secured in shipping barrels.
Nancy discovered that point of the female physiology where her body no
longer reacted to stimuli in her nether region. Maybe she had an orgasm, but she
was unsure. Her struggles to escape had resulted in frequent orgasms that left
her exhausted and wanting more.
It was a short trip up the coast but long before the ship docked, Nancy
had stopped struggling. She knelt there limply as she felt the ship shutter as
it rubbed against the dock. Voices overhead kept her informed of their progress
in securing it to the dock.
The sun was low on the horizon, casting long shadows everywhere above
deck. Below deck it was dark so the crewmen lit several lanterns so they could
see.
Nancy and the others were the most valuable cargo the ship had so they
were the first removed. Nancy tried to twist her head about to see what happened
to her right, but could not. She heard the sounds made by the men. She could
guess what went on next to her.
Then it was her turn. While one man removed the planking about her neck,
another used a chain to drag a pulley toward her. That pulley hung on rollers
mounted on an overheard track. At the end of the chain they attached a canvas
strap. The man who had removed the planking dropped the strap down around the
barrel just below its broadest point. By lowering a metal ring down the chain
and strap, he made the strap snug about the barrel.
With a wave of his hand, he signaled them to raise Nancy from the lower
part of the hold. Two men pulled on the end of the chain, dragging the barrel in
the air. The man placed his shoulder against it to shove it over the deck. When
the men released their grip on the chain, the bottom of the barrel landed on the
wood deck with a dull thud.
In seconds Nancy found herself being rolled across the deck to a cargo
net. Several barrels were already there and after they had her in place, there
was room for several more. Once the net was full, a man yelled, "Hoist away!"
The cargo net came up about the barrels, slowly pulling them in the air. Nancy
and the others rose through the open hold, over the side, and onto the dock.
Nancy's barrel was the third removed from the cargo net. By twisting her
head a little to the left she could see partway down the dock where there were a
number of other ships moored. The only thing she had a good view of was the side
of the ship that had brought her to town.
When they had all the barrels on the dock, a man moved from barrel to
barrel, checking the information on the manifest against the information Canjac
had posted on the barrel. He wanted to insure they were the correct cargo before
loading them on a wagon. Nancy knew how they were going to move her but she was
still unused to it. When her turn came, they flipped the barrel on its side and
rolled her to the back of the wagon. A heavy plank laying against the bed formed
a ramp two men used to roll her from the dock to the bed of the wagon. There,
another man flipped the barrel upright and slid it against the other barrels in
back.
In that position, all Nancy could see were the smooth, brown boards
along the side of the wagon. No one outside the wagon could see what it carried.
At the same time, the occupants in the back (whether they were in barrels or
slave sacks) could not see where they were being taken.
Since it was already twilight, they did not take the cargo directly to
Canjac's compound. A bonded warehouse was just two blocks from the dock.
Importers often used it to store valuable cargo such as Nancy and her friends.
The wagon halted in the alley outside the entrance. Before a wagon could
enter the warehouse, a guard had to check the papers of the driver. Another
climbed on the side to check inside the wagon. Once they were certain the wagon
was what it appeared to be, a guard signaled someone inside to unlock and open
the doors.
The driver pulled the team to a halt before a large wire cage. It was
almost quitting time so the men worked quickly, sliding the barrels to the back
of the wagon and rolling them down the plank. From there they put the barrels in
the cage. Each captive faced forward, aligned in four even rows.
The head guard closed and locked the gate after the last man exited. A
padlock provided protection for the contents. A wax seal insured that no one
tampered with the valuable contents.
That was how all the captives spent the night. Most were so exhausted
they fell asleep quickly. Nancy tried to remain awake in hope of finding some
means of escape but shortly, she was sound asleep with the others.
Every fifteen minutes, the nightwatchman walked past. He held the
lantern up to count the barrels. Satisfied all were there, he continued his
rounds.
Nancy awoke in the morning as they rolled her barrel from the cage. By
then, the first wagon was already moving toward the doors. They manhandled Nancy
up to the bed of the second wagon. She saw nothing but heard the sound of them
loading each barrel in back of the wagon. Once they were done, they slid the
tailgate in place. She heard the sounds as they applied two padlocks. Once more
she was safely protected in the back of a wagon.
The barrels rattled as the wagon rumbled through the town. Nancy guessed
they were taking her to Canjac's place but she had no way of knowing. By keeping
her from seeing what was about her, they insured she would not try to escape,
not knowing which way to run.
The wagon waited several minutes in the street. (They were unloading the
first wagon.) Nancy felt the wagon tilt a little as the driver got off. A few
minutes later she felt much the same movement as he got back.
The wagon rolled forward. When it stopped, the tailgate was removed, a
plank was placed against the bed, and the barrels were rolled off.
They placed the barrels along a wall in the corridor so the occupants
faced a wall. This served the same function as a blindfold. The slave girls had
no need to see what went on about them. Secured in the barrels, they could only
stare straight ahead.
Canjac arrived from the hallway where he had just secured Michelle. From
behind, the brunettes looked pretty much the same. He had special plans for
Nancy but could not identify her in this condition.
He would wait until they removed her from her barrel.
Removing a slave girl from a shipping barrel was quite easy. Take Clare
for example. When it became evident to her that she was the next packaged slave
girl to be processed, she struggled frantically in a futile attempt to escape.
The only result of her effort was her best orgasm yet. She laid her head back
with her eyes closed to wait.
Standing behind the barrel, a man pulled her long hair away to expose
her left ear. The wax plug slid in easily. With his thumb, he wedged it in
securely. Seconds later he had a wax plug in the other ear.
Clare could still hear, but the plugs filtered out most sounds. If the
men spoke to one another, she could hear them talking but had trouble making out
the words. She heard no footsteps or any other sounds that suggested they
intended to do more to her.
The discipline helmet took her completely by surprise. Again she
struggled but there was nothing she could do to stop the man from fastening it
tightly about her head. Standing behind her, he slid it over her head from the
forehead backwards and down. His right hand insured her nose protruded through
the nose hole so she could breathe. He pulled the ends of the leather bondage
device together behind the captive's head.
The helmet had three straps to keep the flaps pulled together. The first
went about her head at her eyes. With leather covering her head, she could see
nothing. The strap also went over both ears.
The helmet had a centimeter of padding on each side in the vicinity of
the wearer's ears. The strap pressed the padding snugly against the wearer's
ears so she could hear nothing. Without sight or hearing, she had no idea what
they intended to do to her.
The second strap went about the captive's head at her mouth. Since she
still had a ballgag wedged in her mouth, he did not pull this strap very tight.
Had she worn a cleave gag or simply had stuffing packed in her mouth, he would
have pulled the strap tightly through the buckle to insure she could utter no
sounds at all. The ballgag already did that. He tightened the strap merely to
keep the helmet neat.
The final strap encircled Clare's neck to keep the helmet on. Where the
other two straps had buckles to keep the ends together, the lowest strap had a
pair of rings to accommodate a padlock. Though the luscious captive could not
hear (or see) the man locking the strap with the padlock, she knew what he did.
When the man moved to the next helpless captive, Clare could neither see
nor hear anything. He had secured the discipline helmet about her head so she
could not get it off even if her hands were free.
The only part of her head that was exposed was her nose. It protruded
through a triangular slit in the front of the helmet. (Clare knew her nose was
exposed so she could breathe. If she disobeyed, she could count on someone
inserted a plug up each nostril to cut off her air. A few seconds of not being
able to breathe would cause any slave girl to be submissive. Clare had no
thoughts of disobeying. She decided that if she was a good little girl, they
would remove the discipline helmet.)
The group of men removing captives from the barrels was several minutes
behind the man putting discipline helmets on the captives. The delay was
intentional. They wanted the captive to have time to know just how helpless she
was.
Not that she was in any position to do anything, but Clare remained
quite passive as they removed her from the barrel.
They used a pry to pop the metal band off. With it gone, the staves
moved outwards a centimeter or so. This was enough for them to pull the end
boards off. Once the pieces were removed, they looped a strap under the
captive's arms. A chain run through an overhead pulley was used to draw her out.
Naturally Clare could not stand on her own after having been locked up
in that barrel for many hours. They used the chain to keep her on her feet.
Others took over to force her to try to walk. Her legs moved as though she was
walking, but her weight was borne by the chain and strap.
The first order of business was to clean the captive up and dress her.
The outfit was pretty much what you would expect a slave girl to wear – pink
patent leather high heeled sandals, sheer black stockings, pink and white satin
garter belts, flared, pink satin miniskirts, and matching pink satin halter
tops.
While moving from one stage to the next, the men had little need to
watch Clare. She stood waiting while they prepared the next step in her
enslavement. She was too exhausted to move, but even if she could, she could not
see where to run. The only reason to watch her at all was to insure she did not
stumble around blindly and hurt herself.
Feeding and watering the captives were next on the agenda after they
were cleaned and dressed. The food was a liquid mixture that would replenish
bodily fluids while providing energy to perform for the next twenty-four hours.
(Of course all the captives were tired. One key was to get them to submit before
they had rested. By the time they realized what they had done, they would be so
used to using their bodies to satisfy men that it would make no difference what
they thought.)
The feeding tube was, naturally enough, a long, large dildo. After
forcing Clare to her knees they removed the discipline helmet, the ear plugs and
the ballgag. She made no effort to resist as they forced her mouth on the shaft.
"Suck on it."
The beautiful captive saw the tubes running to the dildo so she knew
what it was for. She sucked as hard as she could on it, but nothing came from
the hole.
While she had tried to get the liquid out that way, they had run a short
metal rod between her collar and a trigger below the dildo.
"Suck on it as though you mean it!"
A man placed a hand on the back of her head. With little pressure, he
pushed her head forward so the hard rubber shaft slid into her mouth. As her
head moved forward, the rod moved forward too, pressing the trigger.
A stream of liquid spurted from the hole in the dildo. Since the shaft
was deep in her mouth at the time, the liquid shot into the back of her mouth
where it slid down her throat.
Clare, along with many of the others, sobbed as she jerked her head
forward and back. She wanted the liquid food even if she could not taste it. She
realized they were training her to be sexually submissive. She received oral
gratification from that shaft in her mouth. She would soon associate pleasant
thoughts with having a penis in her mouth.
It was not until they were feeding the line of slave girls that Canjac
identified Nancy. He whispered a few instructions to one of men. They attached a
tag on the back of her collar so they knew which she was. Canjac had special
plans for her.
While they treated Nancy much as they had Clare and the others, they
dressed her differently (though she did not know that yet). While the others had
traditional slave girl outfits that hid little and emphasized the physical
attributes of the wearer, they dressed Nancy in only high-heeled sandals. Canjac
oversaw the handling of Nancy to insure she was dressed as he wanted. The others
would submit quickly. He had planned Nancy's submission days before, even before
he went to the seaside village to set up this whole plot. She might want to
submit that day, but he was not going to allow her the pleasure of submission,
not yet. By the time he would allow her to serve as a slave girl, she would
enjoy it.
When each captive had swallowed her allotment of food, they placed a
leather blindfold over her eyes before pulling her mouth off the dildo. Half a
second after the shaft was removed, they stuffed a ballgag in her mouth. The
captives had nothing worthwhile saying anyway.
They let each slave girl have another potty break. When she was done,
they led each to a corridor where the men tethered them to rings on the walls.
With the blindfolds and gags still in place, each captive stood with her legs
spread wide to await her masters' pleasure. If she did not stand with her legs
spread, a few taps on the inside of the knee with a switch was enough to get
each to stand in the desired position.
Nancy would be the last to learn her fate, but she would have a special
vantage point from which to watch what happened to the others. Canjac would
tease her with their fate. By the time it was her turn, she would be ready to
submit, but he would not allow her.
He signaled a man to bring her along.
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 45
They led Nancy to a large discipline room almost at the end of the hall.
In it were pillories, racks and a host of other discipline devices that were
sure to make any captive's blood run cold. Of course Canjac did not use them on
the slave girls (unless they begged for it). The mere presence of a device
capable of inflicting great discomfort was sufficient to make the most
recalcitrant slave girl submissive. He selected this particular room because he
needed a lot of room in which to work. This was the fourth largest group he had
ever taken at one time. (Of course, he concentrated on quality, not quantity.)
Along the wall at the far side of the room were three poles running from
the floor to the ceiling. Each was fifteen centimeters in diameter. Canjac
indicated with a wave of his man which they were to use.
Two men pushed Nancy against the pole on the far left. One man held her
by the shoulders while the other removed the handcuffs. The buxom beauty made no
effort to resist once her hands were free. The man behind her pulled Nancy's
hands over her head and behind the pole. He crossed then at the wrists and held
them together against the pole.
The other man stepped around behind the captive with a rope. With
Nancy's hands pressed against the pole he had no trouble looping the rope about
her crossed wrists. A simple square knot insured she was helpless. He then
thrust the ends of the rope through a ring high on the pole. He tied the ends
together so far above the captive beauty's hands that she could not reach them.
The first man pulled Nancy's right foot up so her leg was bent at a
right angle. After tying a rope to her ankle, he passed the working end between
the captive's arms and the pole. On the other side a man pulled all the slack
from the rope before bending the brunette's left leg up in the same position as
her right. When he tied the end to her left ankle, her legs remained off the
floor, her weight resting on her bound arms. No matter how much she struggled,
Nancy could not get free. If she did get loose, she would fall to the floor.
When Canjac removed the blindfold, Nancy blinked several times as the
light struck her eyes.
"I have a special fate for you," Canjac said as he stroked the nipple of
Nancy's left tittie. "First things first though. You get to watch what happens
to your friends. By the time we are finished with them, I think you will be
agreeable to anything I say."
Sounds from the doorway distracted him for a few seconds though his hand
never stopped stroking that sensitive part of the captive's body.
The first slave girl was led in. She made no effort to resist as they
had her lay on the floor, her feet toward the wall, her head toward the center
of the room. A spreader bar between her ankles kept her legs apart.
The men attached a chain to a ring on the center of the bar. The chain
ran through an overhead pulley. By turning a crank on the wall they shortened
the chain, slowly drawing the young woman's legs into the air.
As her legs rose in the air, the short skirt fell down, exposing her
pussy. When they had her suspended so her pussy was at eye-level, they locked
the chain. They removed the blindfold from the captive. As with Nancy, Canjac
wanted her to see what happened.
"Well, to be truthful, some of them are not your friends. I know you had
several Amazons as slave girls. They looked the same in barrels as the members
of D. A. A. M. so I decided to treat them all the same. It will be interesting
to see if the Amazons or the anti-Amazons submit faster."
Canjac looked away as a second slave girl was brought in. In a couple of
minutes they had her suspended next to the first. The men moved back to the
doorway. Time was limited and there were many captives waiting to be processed
in the hallway.
"When we are finished with them, it will be your turn."
He removed his hands from her bosom, but took the left nipple between
his lips. The little murmurs she made told him she was becoming aroused.
"I will have these girls to play with whenever I want." He playfully
slapped the left tittie. "And I am sure you will be glad when I do."
Canjac looked around. The "How" of forcing the captives to want to be
slave girls had been worked out before. The minor details needed attention.
"We need a big chair," he said, gesturing with his arms out.
Some of his men found a large, comfortable chair in another room. They
dragged it past the third captive as two men hauled her legs in the air. Canjac
sat watching as they led the fourth captive in. By the time they had her
suspended upside down, all his men were present. Everyone wanted to be part of
the festivities.
With a wave of his hand, he signaled them to begin.
They lowered the first girl. She had hung upside down for half an hour.
With a man holding each arm, she moved toward her future master. Several times
her knees started to give way. They pulled her over in front of Canjac where
they forced her to her knees.
"I want you to offer your body to me as a slave girl."
The captive stared back at him, knowing what he wanted her to do. (Yes,
she had a name but that no longer mattered.) Slowly she shook her head, acting
as though she had a choice.
Canjac let a smile wander across his lips. He anticipated some
resistance at first.
"I was hoping you would say 'no.' You will make a positive contribution
to today's festivities by showing the others what will happened if they refuse."
"I'll give you another chance after I have dealt with some of the
others. In the meantime, you hang upside down with your legs spread as you just
were. Only this time with a discipline helmet."
He smiled at her.
"And maybe a special plug."
With a wave of his hand he motioned the two men to drag the captive
away. She tried to resist as they grabbed her by the upper arms. With her hands
cuffed behind her back, she could do nothing to stop them. Though she was
upright, she did not walk. Her feet slid across the floor as the two dragged her
to the other end of the room.
They pushed down to her knees. One man stood before the beautiful
captive with his hands on her shoulders. He kept her in that position while the
other man wrapped a discipline helmet about her head.
Once they had it strapped tight, they pushed her facedown on the floor.
She tried to keep them from putting the spreader bar between her ankles. One man
held her left foot in the air so the leg was bent at the knee. Quickly the
second man fastened the leather strap about her lower calve at the ankle. As
easily as they did that with her left leg they fastened the other end of the bar
to the right leg.
A third man lowered a chain from the ceiling so when they were finished
with the spreader bar, the end of the chain was at the proper height. They
slipped the hook through the ring in the center. As the man shortened the chain,
the captive's legs rose in the air.
In a matter of minutes she was in the same position she had been, only
this time she wore a discipline helmet so she could neither see nor hear what
went on.
Canjac had promised something extra in this position. They pressed an
oversized dildo into her pussy, working it back and forth to get it to slide all
the way in. The helpless captive's body writhed in embarrassment and ecstasy as
they pushed it in. When they stopped pressing it, she hung limply in her
bondage.
As these men worked for the first captive, two others prepared the
second. As they pulled her toward Canjac, her head was turned toward the first
girl. She did not look at him until they forced her to her knees.
"Are you going to show me what you have to offer?"
The captive looked to her left but her long tresses kept her from seeing
anything. Looking back at Canjac, she slowly nodded.
"Crawl forward."
Canjac leaned forward so to reach the upper edge of the halter top. He
pulled down until her nipples popped out. Holding one cone between the thumb and
index finger of each hand, he rolled them around until they became hard and
pointed.
"Isn't that better than being strung up?"
The slave girl nodded.
"Are you ready to offer me what you have?"
The captive nodded again.
"Go ahead and offer it."
As his hands pulled away, she started to rise. She had her body only a
few centimeters in the air when she started to fall. The men grabbed her to pull
her upright. (She was too valuable an object to allow her to hurt herself.) She
started to turn, then thought better of it. First, she executed a clumsy curtsy,
then turned away from him. Spreading her legs as far apart as her shoulders, she
bent forward. The short hem of the miniskirt rose in the air to reveal her
pussy.
A well-trained slave girl would have stared straight ahead, but this
slave girl twisted her head around to see if what she did pleased Canjac.
He fondled her bare bottom with both hands.
"Just think that your entire life until this point has been wasted.
You've achieved your destiny wearing a collar and assuming this position."
"Turn around and come here."
She knew what that meant. She was to receive the traditional first
spanking at the hands of her master to make her aware that he decided whether
she would be punished or not. She made no effort to resist as he laid her across
his lap. His left hand pulled back the short skirt to reveal her bare
bottomcheeks.
Slap! Slap!
"Did that hurt very much?"
The captive looked back at him. Slowly she shook her head. She knew the
harder punishment would come next. That was what she would do if she had a slave
girl across her lap.
"That certainly was far less a punishment than being strung up by your
feet with your legs spread, is it?"
She nodded, slowly realizing that he did not intend to beat her into
submission.
With a wave of his hand he signaled some of his men to lead her across
the room.
At the far end of the room (opposite Canjac), they had her stand with
her legs spread. One man unlocked her handcuffs but he and another man
immediately pulled her arms toward the wall. She stared at her hands as they
attached leather cuffs to her wrists. Short chains connected them to rings on
the wall, forcing her to stand with her weight resting on her hands. She could
have altered her position by moving her legs, but she knew they would only
punish her if she did that.
She had submitted. Now they had to insure she enjoyed it. One man pulled
her bra toward her waist, exposing her titties. His left hand fondled them, his
right explored her crotch.
The slave girl closed her eyes, her head back. No, this certainly was
much better than being punished.
The signal to take her away was also the signal for them to lower the
next girl. She had seen what had happened. There was no doubt in her mind what
she would do. She did not want to kneel before her master. She wanted to turn to
offer her pussy to him as soon as she was in front of him. The men had to force
her to her knees so she could start the ritual from the beginning.
In minutes, she stood next to the first girl, bent over, legs spread,
pussy offered to anyone who wanted it. Though the room was the largest Canjac
had, it was not enough to fit all the men and slave girls at the same time. At a
certain point the wall became filled with naked, submissive slave girls offering
their bodies to anyone who wanted them. When that happened, they removed the
slave girl who had been there the longest time. They dressed her in her "work"
clothes and showed her what was expected of her.
After the second woman had submitted, Canjac bounded to his feet to
inspect the woman hanging by her heels. She hung limply until her fondled her
large bosom. She began to writhe about.
"A few more minutes and I think she will be ready."
Two more slave girls submitted before he was ready to give the first
another opportunity.
Once they had the discipline helmet off, they dragged her across the
room. She did not even dare to hold her head up in her master's presence. She
kept her face to the floor. She knelt with her knees wide apart, the traditional
position of a slave girl offering her body to her master.
Canjac extended a foot. Using the toe of the boot, he pulled her face
up.
By the look in her eyes she knew she would do anything to avoid another
session like that.
"Have you been a bad little slave girl?"
Slowly she nodded.
"Don't bad little slave girls deserve to be punished?"
Again a nod, but not much of one.
Canjac's nod was hardly noticeable, but it was sufficient to cause one
of his men to slide a wooden paddle across the floor. It stopped a meter to the
left of the slave girl.
Attracted by the sound, she looked in that direction. When she saw what
it was, she jerked her head around to plead with her eyes for her master to
spare her.
"I would say about a dozen with a paddle are in order. Don't you agree?"
She did not answer but continued to stare at him.
"Don't you agree?" this time a little louder and more forceful.
She nodded a little, hoping he would take it for an answer and at the
same time would not notice she agreed to be punished.
"On your feet! Assume the position, facing the wall in that direction."
They had to help her up and turn her toward the right. She almost
fainted when they let go. The men grabbed her to keep her from hitting the
floor. Once they had her upright again, they let go.
Slowly she bent forward, sticking her bottom out.
Canjac picked up the paddle as he circled her. Once he had made a
complete circuit, he placed the paddle against her exposed, bare bottom. He let
it slip forward and back against the soft flesh.
She sobbed through the gag as she waited for the blow to fall.
He fondled her left tittie with his left hand.
"Doesn't that feel better?"
She grunted through the gag.
"Don't you want to be a good little slave girl?"
There was no doubt her grunt was affirmative.
"Would you be willing to do anything to keep from being paddled?"
No doubt a rhetorical question. The captive nodded. She started to look
back at Canjac but thought better of it.
"Come over here and kneel at my feet."
By the time she had turned, he had resumed his place in the chair. As
she sat, one of his men tossed him a dildo gag which he held up for her to see.
"Do you know what this is?"
Her head moved up and down, his eyes riveted on the hard rubber shaft in
his hand.
"You can avoid a spanking if you earn your dildo gag. Either you earn it
before you leave this room, or you get bound over a spanking bar so we can make
use of your other end."
He put the dildo gag on his lap to free both hands. He pushed her head
down toward the floor so he could see the buckle of the strap holding the
ballgag in her mouth.
"Beg for permission."
"Please, master, please let me earn my dildo gag."
The entire time she had his shaft in her mouth, she looked up at him,
hoping he would give her some sign of approval.
He wedged the ballgag back into her mouth when she was done, but did not
fasten the strap.
"Now I want you to run to the next man over there. Work your way around
the room until we tell you to stop."
Needless to say, the captive stood up against the wall with a dildo gag
in her mouth long before the last captive was brought into the room.
Twenty-eight women had arrived in barrels that morning. Twenty-seven of
them were paraded in front of Canjac. Twenty-seven of them offered their bodies
to him.
That left only Nancy.
Canjac returned to the beautiful captive so he could fondle her bare
titties again.
"That all went quite well, don't you think? I thought maybe a few at the
beginning might resist but once they started offering me their pussies, it
seemed they could not stop."
His left hand went to her face. He gently rubbed the back of her hand on
her cheek.
"I have a special treat for you, one I normally reserve for Amazons. It
will take longer getting you to submit, but I'm certain that when you do, all
these women will appear frigid compared to you."
He smiled before turning his head to the right.
"Let's get Nancy ready. Somebody bring me a nipple nipper."
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 46
Having her legs pulled up behind the pole forced Nancy to arch her back.
The man easily slipped the leather strap between her body and the pole. Fumbling
around behind her, he found the dangling end with his left hand. Jerking the
strap up with both hands, he raised it until it was level with Nancy's bosom.
One end of the strap was permanently attached to the nipple nipper. The
working end had a series of holes so it could be fastened to the buckle on the
other end.
He adjusted the device on Nancy s body, moving one end a millimeter or
two in the air before lowering the other side a similar distance.
The basis of the nipper was a pair of boards that served as a pillory to
surround the captive s bosom. Once he had it in place so one ample mound
protruded through each wooden circle, he stuck the end of the strap through the
buckle. A jerk on the end pulled the device tightly against her body. The buckle
automatically held the strap taut.
With a wave of his hand, he told Canjac it was ready to go.
One board passed above the captive s breasts, the other below. A large
screw on each end held the two pieces together but initially the lower edge of
one piece and the upper edge of the other were about four centimeters apart. The
screws extended through the upper board where they ended in black, wooden
handles.
Canjac turned the knobs on top. With each twist the lower board rose a
little. When the edges of the boards met, Nancy s large bosoms were squeezed
through a pair of holes in the wood that appeared to be smaller than the
diameter of her titties.
The wooden part of the device was nothing more than a holder of the
nipple nipper. Canjac attached the metal devices to the wood front, one set of
metal shafts and semi-cones over each tit. Carefully he adjusted the placement
before threading a chain through a hole in the top. A light chain ran from each
metal apparatus to a ring at the end of the chain.
When all was ready, Canjac looked Nancy in the eyes, smiled, and pulled
the ring on top the device. The chain made a rasping sound as it moved through
the wood. Racket wheels turned, drawing two pairs of semi-cone closer together
on each nipple.
Twice more he pulled, drawing the semi-cones ever tighter about that
sensitive part of her body.
"Mmmrnmfffffttttt!"
Nancy twisted her body back and forth in a vain attempt to stop him.
He pulled the ring again.
"See, Nancy, nothing you do can stop that metal from coining together.
The decision of just how tight it will be is totally up to me. If you are a good
little slave girl and do everything I saw, maybe I will stop. But if you
disobey..."
He finished the sentence by pulling the ring again.
Nancy looked down. She saw her large tithes protruding through the holes
in the wood. Metal surrounded her nipples.
And she felt the pressure of metal on them. Each time he pulled the ring
the pressure grew a little more. It did not hurt but she was certain that one
more tug on that ring would crush them.
Raising her face toward her master, she pleaded with her eyes for him to
stop.
Now, you may be wondering: If Canjac won't paddle a slave girl s fanny,
why would he crush another s nipples?
The answer is simple.
The nipple nipper does not work.
The movement of the semi-cones is governed by racket wheels on each
side. The teeth of the wheels decreased in size. Thus, after the first two or
three times, the semi-cones close a little less than they did the time before.
Of course the captive did not know that. She felt the wood pressing
against her bosom. She felt the cold metal on her nipples. She felt the increase
of pressure on them when he pulled the ring.
If he wanted to hurt her, it would be much more efficient and timesaving
to put pliers on each nipple and squeeze as hard as he could. The intent was not
to inflict pain. The intent was to get her to obey.
"Will you be a good little slave girl?"
Nancy nodded with real enthusiasm.
"We will give you the chance to prove it. When we let you down, I want
you on your knees, your face against your thighs with your hands behind your
back. Understand?"
Nancy nodded again.
They freed the beautiful brunette from her bondage in the opposite order
they used to secure her to the pole. First they freed her legs.
"Help her," Canjac ordered when he saw how limply her legs hung.
When a man cut the rope holding her arms over her head, Nancy collapsed
toward the floor, but the men held her so she went into the desired position.
She raised her arms behind her back. She did not press her chest against her
thighs became of the nipple nipper. Putting pressure on the apparatus about her
tits might pinch her nipples. To get her face down, she raised her fanny in the
air.
In seconds they had her hands secured behind her back with handcuffs.
"Raise you head, My Dear."
When she did that, he attached the end of a leash to her collar.
"Now on your feet."
Nancy needled help doing that. Canjac led her back and forth about the
room several times to get the circulation flowing in her legs. She almost fell
over the first couple of times she turned.
When he headed for the door, she followed. The first stop was his office
to check his mail. Once inside the door he attached the leash to a ring on the
door. She waited until he was ready to proceed. Bound as she was, there was
nothing else she could do.
Canjac next led his beautiful captive to the receiving area where she
had arrived hours before. This was her first opportunity to see everything
inside the building, but she walked with her head bowed.
Canjac positioned the captive under some chains dangling from the
ceiling. He locked the end of the chains to rings on the sides of her collar. He
could remove the leash knowing she could not move more than half a meter in any
direction.
He smiled at her as he stuck a finger through the ring of the nipple
nipper.
"Remember what happens if you resist."
Nancy s eyes shot back and forth between the nipple nipper and Canjac s
face.
While he stalled, his men brought in half a dozen French Maid slave
girls. They knew in a row to one side. Even with the manacles removed they kept
their hands behind their backs. They needed no instructions. Once they heard the
order "Go!" they leaped to their feet to process Nancy.
First they fastened a leather blindfold over her eyes. When she learned
what fate Canjac had in store for her, the nipple nipper might not be sufficient
deterrent to cause her to behave. Her master wanted her rebound before she knew
the manner in which he intended to force her to submit.
The first item for Nancy was a pair of bright crimson latex panties.
These were quite small and somewhat delicate so it took two French Maids to get
them on her. They had to work carefully to keep from damaging the item.
The panties were briefs, but that did not do a fair description of them.
In front, a triangular hole allowed anyone to see her pubic hair. A similar pair
of holes in back allowed the roundest part of her fanny to stick out. The
pristine whiteness of her bottomcheeks provided a startling contrast with the
deep hue of the panties. The tight panties forced her bottomcheeks to bulge
through the holes.
The next item was a black leather corset. One French Maid held it in
place while another laced it up the front.
Two more worked on the captive s arms. A leather fingerless glove was
laced over each, from the fingertips to the upper arm. The lacings had to be
loosened for the gloves to come off, and without the use of her fingers, there
was no way the wear could do it.
They pulled her arms behind her back. A leather cuff about each wrist
was linked to the corset by a short chain. While she could move her arms about a
little, she had no means of freeing herself, or using her hands or arms to
protect her body.
"We are going to give you a different gag. If you behave while they are
changing it, I will remove the nipple nipper."
Nancy did not utter a peep when they pulled the ballgag from her mouth.
The new gag was a bit gag with a harness. Nancy explored it with her
tongue. The gag was no more than a centimeter in diameter. She quickly concluded
that wearing it was much more comfortable than having that rubber ball rammed
into her mouth.
Once they had the leather strap buckled behind her head, one French Maid
looked at Canjac for permission to continue. He ordered her to remove the
blindfold with a wave of her hand.
Nancy blinked several times as her eyes became used to the light.
The French Maids were still at work fastening more straps about the
captive's head. This was no mere bitgag, it was a harness bitgag.
Nancy glanced to one side, then the other but could see nothing because
of protruding leather pieces. Several straps went about her head, some held the
bitgag in her mouth. Others held time blinders in place. A chin strap kept her
from opening her mouth.
One French Maid bunched Nancy s long hair together with both hands.
Another threaded it through a small loop of leather at the back of the harness.
"Why are they forming my hair into a ponytail?" the luscious captive
wondered. "Having long, flowing hair is much more beautiful on a slave girl.
There isn't much point to a ponytail unless..."
"Nnnnnnnnggggghhhhh!!!"
Canjac grabbed the wood of the nipple nipper with his left hand. His
right pulled the ring on top. Nancy stopped struggling as soon as she felt the
metal tighten about her nipples.
She turned her head to the right to plead with him to stop.
"So far you have been pretty good, almost obedient. Then this. I won't
tolerate miscreant behavior from slave girls. I want you down on your knees. As
a punishment for that little episode, I am going to hold on to the ring. When
you kneel, you will cause me to pull those blades even tighter on your nipples.
One more pull will be your punishment. I think you will regret it if you force
me to tighten the nipper any more than that."
Nancy tried to use her eyes to get him to change his mind. (She knew
better than to make any more unintelligible groans through the bitgag.) He
stared back and the beautiful slave girl knew she had to obey. She had no choice
and knew it.
She lowered her eyes to the floor. It was a long way down to the floor.
She was certain the blades would crush her nipples before her knees touched the
floor. If only she had not reacted when she realized what he intended to do to
her...
"I am going to count to three, then I will pull the ring. At four I will
pull it a second time, so on and so forth. One. Two."
Nancy did not even notice the pain in her knees when they landed on the
hard floor. She put her head back in reaction to the pain in her nipples but
uttered no sounds that would cause her further punishment.
"It does not hurt that much. Maybe he was right. I could take one
without it hurting a lot," she thought to herself. "But the next one...."
Canjac had moved out of sight to her right to get out of the way so the
French Maids could finish their job.
The leather held the ponytail in place, but they fastened to it a large,
white, satin ribbon bow.
Canjac moved back in front of her to inspect the work his slave girls
had done. Nancy s face was level with his crotch. She wished that gag was not in
her mouth. She was certain she could use her mouth to convince him not to do
this to her.
"On your feet, Slave Girl."
The French Maids helped her rise. She stared straight ahead as they
fastened the belled cuffs to her ankles. Not only would be she publicly
embarrassed by what he was about to do to her, the ringing bells would draw
attention to her.
"As I see it, Slave Girl Nancy, the principal difference between me as a
master and you as a mistress, or at least a former mistress, is that of
submission technique. You think if you bend a woman over a spanking bar and
pound her ass until she submits, she will want to be a slave girl. Then, as long
as you have a switch or paddle handy, you can count on her undying loyalty."
Canjac reached for the nipple nipper. She was afraid he was going to
tighten it further, even though she had done nothing wrong. Instead, lie started
loosening the device in preparation of removing it completely.
"I have the total loyalty of my slave girls because I treat them for
what they are - beautiful, sexy women. For them to use their bodies to please
men is the reward for being good little slave girls."
He removed the wooden part, handing the device to someone out of her
line of sight. His hands went to her nipples to fondle them. Nancy was afraid
that action would hurt but it did not.
"I am going to teach you to appreciate being a slave girl. You are
beautiful. You are sexy."
Canjac stepped back as he smiled at her.
"I think a few weeks of not being treated as a beautiful woman will
teach you to appreciate being a slave girl."
He looked over her right shoulder where some of his men were preparing
for the next step in Nancy's submission.
"Harness her up."
Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 47
Nancy came to her feet when Canjac gave the order. With her hands
secured to her corset in back, she had trouble maintaining her balance. Her
master grabbed her by the upper arm to keep her from falling over. She had just
learned her first lesson about how much she had to depend on her master for the
simplest of task.
Motion over her head drew her gaze up. The bar descended before her,
coming to a halt at waist-level. A French maid pushed the bar back so it touched
the corset at her waist. On each side of the corset near her hip bones were
small metal rings. Two padlocks, one on the right and the other on the left,
kept the sulky fastened in place.
The French Maid trotted to Canjac. Kneeling before her master, she
offered him the keys, hoping that he would reward her submissive behavior.
Already Nancy envied her. After tucking the keys in a pocket, he secured the
slave girl's hands behind her back with handcuffs. She curried across the room
to be tethered until needed again.
Nancy watched her run, wishing she could join her.
Her training as a slave girl had only begun. Only when she learned the
true meaning of submission would he allow her the honor of pleasing him.
Another slave girl attached the ends of the reins to rings on the bitgag
where it stuck out of each side of her mouth. She pulled the far end of the
leather strap over Nancy's head. The captive could not see what her sister slave
did with it, but when she passed in front of her, she no longer had it.
Tears began to form in Nancy's eyes. Becoming a slave girl was one
thing.
Being turned into a ponygirl was another.
The slave girl had locked her to a sulky. Anywhere she went, she would
have to drag that device with her. Canjac had ordered that she be a ponygirl.
She was only a slave girl, totally dependent upon her master. She could do
nothing but obey.
Her master went first to the seat to retrieve the whip. This discipline
device was not particularly formidable. Most of its length was the handle with a
short piece of rawhide on the end. Canjac carried it around in front of the
ponygirl where he flicked it a couple times so Nancy would know what could
happen to her if she did not obey.
Crack! Crack!
"I suppose that if I let you go, you would be quite happy to bend over
and offer yourself to every man here."
Nancy nodded. She needed no further lessons on being a slave girl. She
was most willing to obey.
"Well, I think a little training is in order to make you appreciate your
status as a slave girl. You have to realize that being one of my slave girls is
a great honor. I have only the most beautiful slave girls. They are submissive
and want nothing but to please me."
As he said that, he caressed her right nipple with his left hand. The
right snapped the whip once again. He did not have to speak the threat. If she
behaved, he would reward her with pleasure. If she disobeyed, she would feel the
whip.
Crack!
While it might appear he threatened to use the whip on her titties, she
knew the real threat was to her bottom. Her bottomcheeks protruded through a
pair of holes in the crimson latex panties. The panties served no purpose other
than to make her bottomcheeks targets for her master to aim for.
"Well? Shall we get started?"
Once on the seat, he released the brake. He flicked the reins with his
left hand, not expecting Nancy to respond. No ponygirl ever did the first time.
She needed encouragement.
The length of the handle allowed the user to poke the ponygirl in the
bottom if he wished. Instead, Canjac flicked it with his right hand.
Crack! Crack! One blow to each target.
A red mark appeared on each protruding bottomcheek where the blows had
landed.
He flicked the reins again.
Crack! Crack!
Nancy realized her resistance gained her nothing. Secured as she was to
the sulky, she could not swing her rear end about at all. Whatever place he
aimed for, he could hit and there was nothing she could do about it. The pain
was not great, but she realized he could keep it up indefinitely. He would
continue to flick the end of the whip against her bottom as long as she stood
there.
Crack! Crack!
She did not want to be a ponygirl.
Crack! Crack!
She did not want to have her bottom beaten either.
She stepped forward slowly.
Canjac's weight rested on the axle so the job of pulling the sulky was
not difficult. The sulky was designed so the ponygirl could perform without
becoming exhausted. All she had to do was walk forward, the sulky would follow.
Once they had her trained, a ponygirl could work for hours pulling a sulky
without being tired.
A well-trained ponygirl was a valuable commodity. She knew Canjac could
sell her for much more if he trained her as a ponygirl, than as a submissive
French Maid. If she worked hard to be a good ponygirl, he might decide to keep
her as one. But if she resisted, he might keep her in harness as a punishment.
Either way, her fate no longer was in her hands. Her master decided what
would happen to her.
She felt him pull on the right rein.
"Veer to the right. You have to give yourself room to turn. You don't
want to try backing up until you have some experience."
That appeared to be a reasonable order. Changing her direction to the
right took her toward the door. A few meters short of it, he pulled hard on the
left rein. Nancy responded by turning in the direction. By moving first to the
right, she had sufficient room to make the turn.
She hesitated for a second when she saw them bringing in slave girls.
Crack! Crack!
Her friends were about to watch her degradation!
Crack! Crack!
She continued forward. At the far end of the loading area, he directed
her to turn. This time he said nothing. He gave all his instructions to her
using the reins. A pull on the right rein brought her closer to the door. A pull
on the left caused her to make a large circle about the room.
He brought her to a halt before the rows of kneeling slave girls. Nancy
looked to the right, made eye contract with a couple, then stared straight ahead
as she blushed in embarrassment at her situation. They were slave girls. She was
a ponygirl.
She was nothing more than a beast of burden.
She felt Canjac climb off the seat. At the same time a French Maid
trotted forward with a pair of short chains that she fastened between Nancy's
head harness and her collar. Though this slave girl wore a dildo gag, Nancy
could tell she was laughing at her. Canjac put a slave girl in a French Maid's
outfit because he enjoyed looking at her in sexy, revealing attire.
Nancy was a ponygirl. He wanted her to use her body to work.
"Ponygirl Nancy, think of the great service you are about to do for your
friends. You are going to show them what happens to bad little slave girls. I am
sure that each will learn a lesson from this episode that will save them sorrow
in the future."
Nancy tried to turn her head but discovered the check chains kept her
from doing that. She could lower her head and turn it a few degrees to either
side, but could not move it beyond that.
He had disappeared from her sight and she felt him getting into the
sulky again.
"I think we need a little more speed now that you have some experience."
He flicked the reins again. Nancy thought about resisting for half a
second before deciding that it would accomplish nothing. She started forward,
maintaining the same pace as before.
"Come on, show everyone how you trot."
Nancy knew she could not run wearing those high heels. She would turn an
ankle or fall down or...
Crack! Crack!
She picked up the pace a little.
Crack! Crack!
She wanted to plead with him to allow her to walk but the bitgag kept
her from doing that. She was a slave girl. She was a ponygirl. Her only duty
was to obey the orders of her master and he wanted her to move faster.
Crack! Crack!
Gone was any thought of resistance. She wanted only to please her
master. She only wanted to be a good little slave girl.
Crack! Crack!
All she wanted to do...
She fairly trotted along when she approached the end of the loading
area. He pulled on the left rein to allow her sufficient room to turn. Once
around, he pulled on the right rein. She made another turn that caused her to
pass behind the rows of kneeling slave girls.
At the end of the area, he directed her about so she moved back in the
direction she had begun. Where she went was decided by her master.
After ten complete circuits, he brought her to a halt. After locking the
brake, he climbed off so he could face her.
"Now I want you to show some ponygirl style when you trot. Lift each
knee high into the air. As you bring a foot down, raise the other knee. Don't
let both feet remain on the floor at the same time."
Once again they passed behind the kneeling slave girls. If Nancy did not
raise her knees far enough in the air to suit Canjac, he would reward her with a
blow on the back of the thighs with the whip.
Crack! Crack!
Nancy pulled her knees as high in the air as she could. Around and
around she went. She had to concentrate on what she did so she could not see the
other slave girls. She was certain they laughed at her. They were ready to use
their bodies to bring pleasure to their master.
She heard no sounds in the room except the clicking of her heels on the
floor. Even the sound of the wheels rolling across the floor was drowned out by
the heels.
All she could do was pull her master about the room.
"What do you think?"
He brought her to a halt before the kneeling captives. He tossed the
reins to one of his men.
"I think she is a natural."
While she knew this unknown man was praising her efforts, she was
uncertain whether to feel happy about it or not. She had never envisioned
herself as a natural ponygirl, or slave girl for that matter.
Canjac moved around in front of the ponygirl.
"In the few short weeks I've known you, Nancy, you have proven to be a
total bitch. You are very beautiful, and you know it. You are going to be one of
my most prized slave girls, eventually. But you are going to have to earn that
status. You will learn to appreciate being a submissive slave girl. Until then,
you work for you food."
He chuckled at that last statement. Turning from her, he gestured toward
the dozen kneeling slave girls.
"Put some of these out to stud, particularly if you think they might
have been an Amazon. If any strike your fancy, give her personal attention."
One or two of Nancy's former followers tried to catch the eye of one of
the men to receive "personal attention."
Nancy could do nothing but stand there while Canjac walked off. He
returned in a few seconds with a squeeze bottle of water. Inserting the tip in
her mouth, he sprayed some past the bitgag. Most he squeezed in the back of her
mouth so she could swallow. He controlled the amount of water she was to have.
When he decided she had enough, he took the bottle away.
Nancy saw them taking some of the slave girls away. She had other
concerns as Canjac climbed back on the seat.
"Let's see if you can do it at a faster pace this time."
Nancy pulled the sulky at the same pace as she had before and was
rewarded with a couple of flicks of the whip against her bottom. A couple more
times with the whip got her trotting along at an acceptable pace.
At the end of the room, Canjac had her turn in a large circle. This time
he used the reins to guide her to the right. As they approached the end of the
room, he turned her to the left.
Nancy made a complete circuit without running into anything. She
expected Canjac to have her stop where she had before, but this time he had her
continue. She made a second circuit and then a third.
She gasped for breath through the bitgag when he brought her to a stop.
Her chest heaved as he allowed her to rest. She felt the sulky move as he
climbed off. He drew the reins around in front as he walked in front of her.
With a wave of a hand, he signaled a slave girl over.
The submissive woman trotted over to her master, her high heels clicking
on the hard floor, the belled straps about her ankles ringing with each strap.
She stopped a step from Canjac and curtseyed.
The slave girl had no use of her hands as they were handcuffed behind
her back. Canjac grabbed her by the shoulders to position her a meter in front
of Nancy. He then passed the end of the reins about her upper chest and secured
them with a simple knot.
This left Nancy tethered to another slave girl. She knew she could try
to run off but the other slave girl would not let her. A broad, black leather
strap covered the other captive's mouth. Nancy had no doubt the gag in her mouth
was a dildo.
The slave girl would not want to escape. Nancy was certain the other
captive wanted to do nothing other than please her master.
Nancy thought she would be willing to do anything to escape this
punishment. She was beautiful with a voluptuous body. She was willing to use
assets to please her master.
Until given the chance, all she could do was continue to serve as a
ponygirl.
Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilogram
Chapter 48
So what had happened to the other member of D. A. A.M. while Canjac
trained Nancy as a ponygirl?
Let us take for example what happened to Nancy's good friend, the
voluptuous Donna.
As with the others, they led her from the room at the end of a leash.
The man holding her leash stopped when they reached a place where half a dozen
captives waited tethered to rings on the wall. Donna took her place at the end
of the line. The man blocked her line of sight at first. When she stepped to the
side, she saw the chain leash running to a ring mounted on the wall before her.
The ring was at eye-level so she could not reach it.
Donna saw the ring for only a few seconds. He stood behind her so she
did not see the leather blindfold until was it too late. The blindfold had two
leather pads connected by a broad strap. With the ends buckled together behind
her head, the blindfold would not come off.
Now she could see nothing. She could only stand and wait.
She waited for only a few minutes. Canjac wanted all the slave girls to
receive training to reinforce the knowledge they were only slave girls. Each had
submitted. He wanted their submission reinforced so, mentally, they would be
unable to resist.
Soon she felt someone pulling the leash. She took a few small steps
until she felt the sting of a switch on the back of her left thigh.
"Come on, Slave Girl. I don't have all day."
She moved faster. If she ran into something, it would hurt. Whoever had
her leash guided her. She hoped he would keep her from being hurt. If she went
slowly, she knew she would end up with a sore ass. If she moved quickly, she
might be hurt. If she moved slowly, she definitely would feel pain.
When the person leading her stopped, Donna ran into him. With a hand on
each shoulder, he turned her about until she faced in the desired position.
A couple light slaps on the inner thighs told her to spread her legs
apart. Not being able to see, she moved slowly for fear she would fall over.
Another slap on each thigh told her to hurry.
When she had moved her legs into the desired position, hands fastened a
leather cuff about each ankle. She heard the clinking of chains as someone
attached them to the cuffs. The cuffs and chains prohibited her from bringing
her legs together.
Restraining chains to the rings on the sides of her collar kept her
upright. A hand removed the leash.
With Donna secured so she could not resist, they changed her clothing.
She saw nothing but felt them pull the short dress on her body. They freed one
leg at a time to get the stockings on. She felt hands adjusting them. ("They
must have seams up the back," she thought. "They are having trouble getting them
straight.") Hands attached the tops of the stockings to the garter belt. The
sandals they strapped to her feet had impossible stiletto heels.
They freed her arms so they could pull shoulder-length gloves up them.
Her freedom was extremely short-lived as they secured her arms behind her back,
wrist to opposite elbow with the forearms together. Straps encircled her
forearms in two places. Cuffs about her upper arms were used to anchor straps
that ran from one to the other. She could not move her arms at all. They had her
arms bound so she could not use them to protect her bottom.
Hands reattached a leash to her collar. A jerk told her to walk forward.
She did not walk far.
"Stop."
Hands maneuvered her about again so she faced in the desired direction.
She moved her legs apart as any good little slave girl would while she waited.
Once the blindfold off, Donna saw her reflection in the full-length
mirror on the wall before her. A man stood behind her, one she did not
recognize.
She wore the traditional black satin outfit of a French Maid. The cut of
the bodice forced her boobs in the air so they seemed to be ready to pop out of
the neckline.
Hands came around her body to grab the minidress at the neckline. The
downward tug was only a millimeter or two, but was sufficient to cause her
nipples to pop out. The hands tucked the material neatly so the nipples would
always be visible.
"Turn around."
She wondered how she could do that with her legs spread. She finally
decided to bring them together temporarily until she had turned her back to the
mirror.
"Keep you knees locked and bend over. Further. Further. Keep going until
you can see yourself in the mirror."
Donna's long, dark hair cascaded down to the floor when her head was
lower than her waist. When she had lowered her head close enough to the floor
that she could see past the front of the skirt, she realized why he had ordered
her to do that.
Bent over, the hem of the miniskirt in back was raised in the air. She
did not wear panties.
Her pussy was visible to anyone standing behind her when she bent over.
As a slave girl she could expect to bend over often.
"I just want you to realize what you are showing off every time you bend
over. Maybe you will be lucky and someone will take advantage of what you are
offering."
She thought she detected a little laugh in his voice.
He jerked up on the leash, bringing Donna upright.
A tug told her to follow.
She was getting used to acting as a slave girl.
He led her down one corridor lined with waiting slave girls. Donna
raised her head to see if she recognized any. She made eye contact with one
slave girl she did not know, then lowered her eyes. She did not want any to
recognize her. At the end of the corridor they moved through a door to another
room.
He positioned her at the end of a line of tethered slave girls, each
dressed as a French Maid. A tap on the inside of her left thigh reminded her to
spread her legs apart.
She did not have to wait long before another man came to collect her.
Down a corridor and left through a door, they emerged into the loading area. A
few meters inside the door was Mandi, tethered to a column with her back to the
door. Mandi turned her head to give Donna a fearful look. She was nothing more
than a slave girl also.
The man tethered Donna to the column next to Mandi. Both the leashes ran
to a single ring.
The man disappeared to Donna's left. She looked over her left shoulder
but he was gone. Uncertain whether she was allowed to look around. She looked at
Mandi and saw her looking in that direction too. If a slave girl was going to be
punished for misbehaving, she wanted it to be Mandi, not her.
When she looked back at the column to which she was tethered, she saw
Nancy standing in the center of the room. The presence of the sulky told her
they had turned Nancy into a pony girl. Without realizing what she did, the
beautiful brunette tugged on her bondage. Escape was impossible.
She was bound as a slave girl.
She heard Mandi moaning. When she glanced down, she saw the light-haired
beauty writhing furiously in her bondage.
"She is going to get punished," she thought. Turning back toward the
column, she decided to be a good little slave girl and stand there until ordered
otherwise. She knew what happened to bad little slave girls. She had punished
many bad little slave girls herself. She imagined the pain in her bottom. She
want to be a good little slave girl.
The man returned with new gags for the two. Donna was first. A hand on
the back of her head forced her face down. With his right hand he flipped half
her long tresses over her right shoulder, and the other half over her left. This
left the nape of her neck exposed so he could get at the buckle holding the ends
of the strap together. She felt him unbuckle it.
"This can't be good," she thought. A ballgag was sort of ordinary. Any
other gag might be worse.
Once the strap was undone, he pulled her head back by placing a hand on
her forehead. Grabbing the ballgag strap with both hands, he jerked the bright
red rubber ball from her mouth.
"Keep your mouth open."
Donna was too smart to disobey. With her mouth open wide, she stared
straight ahead (though her eyes moved to the left to try to see what new gag he
had for her).
He shoved the new gag into her mouth. The part that slid in her mouth
was a leather disk ten centimeters wide and three thick, tapered at the edges.
The captive beauty's eyes opened wide at the feel of this gag in her mouth. He
had to work it back and forth to get it past her lips. There was no problem
with the thickness of the gag, the problem was the width.
This gag was more comfortable than a ballgag and certainly less
degrading than a dildo gag. But it was so large!
A broad leather strap held the disk in her mouth. He turned her by the
shoulders so she faced Mandi. A hand pressed against the back of her head got
her to bend forward. With the ends of the strap buckled together at the nape of
her neck, the gag would not come out of her mouth.
Now it was Mandi's turn. She continued to whimper as he replaced her
gag. She threw a nervous glance in Donna's direction.
Holding the ends of both leashes, he led both slave girls toward Nancy.
He stopped when they were only half a meter from the pony girl. Neither captive
saw him reach to a back pocket. With one fluid motion he brought the plume up
toward Mandi's mouth. Still holding both leashes in his left hand, he raised
that hand to steady her head. The plume slid into a hole in the strap. With a
loud "click" it locked in place.
As he raised the plume toward Donna's mouth, the beautiful slave girl
bent her head forward to make it easier for the man to fit the end of the plume
in the hole on her gag.
He threaded the end of Mandi's leash through Nancy's bridle. Pulling it
down, he tied the end to the bar against Nancy's waist.
Using the leash, he led Donna around to Nancy's right. He tethered her
the same way.
"Now, dust her. Unless you want to replace her."
Donna leaned forward so she could run the duster down Nancy's arm. When
the arm disappeared behind the ponygirl's back, Donna raised her head. Then she
lowered it to dust the side of the chest and the tit.
Donna was glad she was a French Maid instead of a ponygirl, even if it
meant going around in a short skirt without panties on.
"Still, I wonder..."
What would it be like to be harnessed to a sulky and forced to parade
around in public as an animal? Maybe they would let her do it. Once or twice.
Once or twice wouldn't be bad. She already wore the collar of a slave girl.
Maybe it would be nice just to pretend to be a ponygirl.
Yes, maybe once or twice, just to feel what it was like.
She raised her head again to help keep her balance so she could back up.
This allowed her to move her feet further apart. This gave her room to bend over
so she could get her head low enough to dust Nancy's feet.
She was certain that would please her master.
Canjac arrived while she dusted the back of Nancy's knee. He moved
around to inspect the French Maids from various angles. Donna could not see the
smile on his face.
He had returned to further Nancy's training as a ponygirl. Perhaps it
was time to give the other slave girls a demonstration of what was required of
them.
Donna saw movement on the other side of Nancy. She was too busy to
notice exactly what it was. She dusted the belt about the pony girl's waist.
A hand appeared below her, pulling the plumb out. As she straightened
up, she saw the hand unfastening the end of the leash. Her eyes shifted to the
left. Canjac held the leash. She took a few steps toward the back of the sulky.
Canjac had the end attached to a ring when she got there.
Before getting back on the sulky, Canjac whispered a few instructions to
one of his men.
"I guess he wants use to practice walking in these high heels," she
thought.
Almost as soon as they started forward, Canjac had Nancy turn to the
left. She headed toward the door. When she felt a pull on the leash, he turned
left to begin a large turn around the room.
By then they had removed all the slave girls who had knelt in rows to
watch Nancy's training. They followed the inside wall until they were near the
point where the slave girls had knelt.
Canjac, the sulky, and three slave girls made two laps around the large
room. Donna was getting used to moving quickly in those high heeled sandals. She
was not exactly running, but she did move faster than she ever thought possible.
Nancy had more experience than the others trotting about high heels, but
she still had to concentrate. As soon as she felt a tug on the reins she began
to turn. She saw the pattern in the turns. At the approach to a wall, she waited
for the tug on the reins to tell her to move. A tug toward the right. She
assumed they were going to make a wide turn.
Instead, they continued forward. At the last minute the door slid open.
The sunlight pouring through the opening was a blinding beacon of light.
Nancy tried to stop, but the mention of the sulky kept her moving
forward through the doorway. When she tried to slow up, she felt the sting of
the whip on her fanny.
She was in the alley behind the building before she knew it. She knew if
she stopped where she was, she would still be in the open where people could see
her.
And she would still get some sort of punishment on her protruding
bottomcheeks.
At the end of the alley Canjac had her turn right. She pulled the sulky
up High Street to the far end of the town. There were people around. She heard
them. She could see some movement. She saw no one (though she was certain
everyone stared at her naked body).
Two let turns had her trotting back in the direction of Canjac's
stronghold on a street parallel to High Street. Their destination was elsewhere.
This route led through the main square. Nancy stopped when Canjac pulled
sharply on the reins. Other sulkies and wagons pulled by ponygirls moved back on
her left. Out of the corner of her eye she could see slave girls standing
around.
Canjac moved quickly to the back of the sulky where he took the ends of
the two slave girls. There were dozens of others slave girls in the town square.
Canjac led the two to an open space to the right where Nancy could not see what
happened to them.
"Face in that direction," he said, pointing across the square. They
stood with their backs to the street, their legs spread far apart.
Canjac secured them in that position by attaching leather cuffs about
their ankles. Chains between the cuffs and rings set in the ground forced them
to maintain that position.
He moved around before them.
"Whenever anyone comes by, I want you to show your respect, and your
best assets, by bending over. If you don't, you know what will happen to you."
The two stared straight ahead as their master moved around behind them,
though they followed him with their eyes until he was out of sight.
Though she could not see what happened, Nancy realized Canjac had left
them behind in public.
When he signaled her to start forward, she raised her knees as high as
she could, trying to please her master.
She was glad she was a ponygirl.
Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilogram
Chapter 49
Across town, the Amazons were getting ready to proceed with the next
step of their plan to take over the college of cosmetology. Clarissa and the
others were certain Debbie was telling them the truth. They wanted another test
though. They wanted to see how well the president of the college could function
without an administrative assistant. Debbie had already contacted Charlene about
an interview. Putting this additional stress on her might cause her to make a
decision quickly.
Of course, some Amazons insisted on playing. One was Cathy, who would
play her usual role of beating the young women into submission.
The tall brunette thought she needed some exercise so she wandered down
the main hall looking for a slave girl who would meet her physical requirements.
Whenever she saw a captive she thought might work, she would stop to check her
attributes with her left hand. Each slave girl stared straight ahead, acting as
though Cathy did nothing to her as the Amazon fondled a tit to determine its
size. She needed big ones to do as she wished.
Her only criterion was that the slave girl have extremely large boobs.
What the slave girl had done, what she looked like, who she was, did not matter.
She only had to have big boobs.
Cathy selected Cindi. The blonde's titties were larger than any she had
come across so far, and she was impatient to get started. Soon the others would
come looking for her. If she wanted to get some exercise (and fun at the same
time), she would have to move quickly. The other Amazons simply did not
appreciate her idea of fun.
Unhooking the end of the blonde's leash from the ring on the wall, she
used it to lead her down the hall. Cindi had been spanked several times by Cathy
so she knew she was in for a punishment session. She wanted to resist but knew
she did not dare. She had witnessed the punishment of a slave girl who had
refused to do as the tall brunette ordered. Whatever the beautiful Amazon wanted
to do to her would not be as bad as her fate if she resisted.
The blonde slave girl hurried along after her mistress, her high heels
clicking on the floor. Her butt wiggled from side to side with each step. Cindi
stayed so close to Cathy that there was slack in the leash. She did not want to
give the Amazon any reason to give her additional punishment.
In her exercise room, Cathy already had to slave girls dressed as French
maids, ready to help. The Amazon led the buxom blonde halfway across the room
before tethering her to a ring at the end of a chain dangling down from the
ceiling. She next freed the slave girls from their bondage so they could help.
Each wore a blindfold so neither knew what to expect. All they knew that being
with Cathy meant frequent swats across the most sensitive parts of their bodies.
She used the leashes to bring them to their feet before removing the
blindfolds. She then led the two over to Cindi where she had them kneel facing
the chosen victim. As she removed their handcuffs, she gave them instructions.
"Put a leather catsuit on this line. And you had better be quick about
it. If I see any hesitation, I may want to work out with either or both of you."
Even though the handcuffs were removed from their wrists, the slave
girls knelt with their hands behind their backs, heads bowed so they could stare
at their knees. Their naked bottoms were raised in the air.
Cathy stepped between them. Squatting slightly, she simultaneously
whacked both on their bottoms. The two slave girls jumped to their feet to get
the leather suit. Each would rather help with Cindi's chastisement, than to
suffer it herself.
The captive blonde waited passively as the two French maids dressed her
in the leather outfit. She knew her fate would be much worse if she tried to
resist.
The catsuit had a pair of holes in feet so they could slip Cathy's high
heels down through them, with the toes in the leather and the stiletto heel
protruding through holes in the heels. The leather outfit covered her legs and
torso but left her bottom exposed. The outfit also was crotchless but that did
not bother the blonde beauty as much as having her buttocks bared. Why else
would Cathy have chosen this outfit, unless it was to beat her behind?
To get the upper part of the catsuit on her, the French Maids had to
remove the handcuffs holding the blonde's arms behind her back. The buxom blonde
made no effort to escape as the French Maids pulled the leather outfit about
her. Only when she felt them adjust it about her body did she realize, to her
horror, that her large boobs protruding through a pair of holes cut in the
bodice of the outfit.
This gave Cathy two targets, her bottom and her boobs.
The blonde was in no position to protest and the French maids dressing
her gave her no opportunity at all to resist. As soon as they had the upper part
of the leather catsuit on her body, they slid her arms in the sleeves. Each one
fitted a leather cone over one of Cindi's hands. Each cone ended in a small
metal ring. The French maids attached the cones to the leather sleeves with
straps.
The beautiful blonde no longer had use of her hands though her arms were
free.
The French Maids then went to work at her neck, pulling the heavy
material up to get it on the right. Next they moved to the sides of the catsuit
where there were lacings that when drawn tight would make the outfit extremely
snug about the wearer's body. They worked their way down each side. When they
reached the end at the hip, they then turned their attention to the sleeves,
doing the same thing with the lacing down the arms. When they had each sleeve
laced down to be wrists, with all slack drawn from the leather, they freed her
hands from her sides so they could pull them behind her back.
The catsuit had many D-rings at strategic places so they could secure
the captive in any one of a hundred positions. Using a pair of small padlocks,
they locked the blonde's arms behind her back, the ring on the end of each cone
locked to a ring on the opposite arm at the elbow. This kept the captive's arms
away from her bottom so she could not use them to try to protect that exposed
part of her anatomy.
They then spun the captive around said she faced Cathy. They knew the
Amazon mistress wanted to watch the hands the remainder of the bondage was
placed on the beautiful captive.
One French maid then pulled the ball gag from the slave girl's mouth.
The other had a wad of cloth ready. With the tips of her fingers she shoved it
in. Quickly the other French maids raised a cloth in the captive's mouth and
held it on the sides. The other scampered around behind the buxom captive to
take the ends of the cloth and tie them together behind her head under her long
blonde hair.
Next came a discipline helmet. Cathy saw Cindi look down in fright at
the device, then looked back at her to plead with her blue eyes. Cathy found
herself becoming aroused by the slave girl's fear. A smile appeared on the
Amazon's mouth. She so loved it when the slave girls were afraid of her. It
made them so much more responsive when she inflicted pain on them.
The slave girl with the discipline helmet held it up against the
captive's face so Cindi's nose protruded through the triangular hole in the
center. That was the only opening on the helmet. Moving her hands to be sides of
Cindi's head, she held the discipline helmet in place while the other slave girl
pulled the flaps together behind the captive's head. Once she had it in place,
she threaded a lace through a pair of holes at the top and worked her way down,
back and forth, back and forth when she reached the nape of the blonde's neck,
she tied a large bow with the lace.
Cathy pointed to a French Maid, then to a crank on the wall about five
meters to her right
"Lower that chain so she can attach it to the top of the helmet."
That French Maid scampered to the wall. Pulling the pin from the device,
she began to turn the handle. A chain ran from it through a pulley overhead and
another pulley over Cindi's head. As she turned the handle, the chain dropped
down toward the ring on the helmet.
The other French Maid attached a clasp at the end of the chain to the
ring. She had no need to lock it as Cindi could not undo it bound as she was.
Cathy moved her arm in a circle telling the French Maid should turn the
handle. She moved the handle around a few times to take the slack out of the
chain.
"Secure her feet to the floor." Cathy said as she tossed a pair of
leather cuffs to the French maid before her.
That slave girl in down and Cindi's feet to wrap a leather top about
each ankle. Dangling down from a ring on one them was a short chain. She
threaded it through a ring in the floor and then back up to a ring on the top of
the other ankle.
"Now put the pussy plug in."
The second French maid remained at the crank while the first retrieved
an adjustable metal tube. At one end was a dildo. The other was threaded so she
could screw it in the floor between Cindi's feet. Once she had the tube securely
in position, she turned the locking ring that freed the end of the tube with the
dildo. She pulled it up, forcing the tip of the dildo into the blonde's pussy.
Cindi moved her feet as far apart as the chains would allow. The French Maid
shoved half the length in before she had to twist it back and forth to continue.
"Don't push it too far in. I want to give her room to wiggle about."
Turning to the other French Maid, she added, "Now stretch her out."
Cathy stared at blonde's high heels until the heels barely touched the
floor.
"Stop. Lock it and come over here."
While she waited, she stepped close to Cindi so she could hear her
through the helmet.
"Wiggle back and forth until your nipples are hard."
She turned to the two French Maids.
"Face each other. Now, one at a time, pull the other's top down to
expose her titties."
The two knew that as slave girls they were not allowed to adjust their
clothing.
"Stand back to back with your hands around the other's body."
When they stood in the desired position, Cathy secured their hands with
manacles. (These were similar to handcuffs, but the connecting chains were
longer.)
"Now we are going to play a little game. Whoever can make the other's
nipples harder by playing with them, wins. The loser, well, we will see about
that."
Even before she had finished, the two were fondling each other. Fingers
played with nipples until they were hard and pointed. Neither wanted to be the
first to quit.
Now that the easy part was done, Cathy had to decide what type of where
paddle or switch to use. She selected a small paddle only a centimeter and a
half wide. She swung it a few times through the air. Looking over at Cindi's
titties. She thought maybe they were big enough for this paddle. Looking back at
the collection of spanking implements on the rack, she decided against using it.
She selected a pair of switches, one large and one small. Holding one in each
hand, she returned to the three slave girls swinging them up and down so they
whistled. She tossed the larger one aside.
Cindi heard the sounds and knew what they meant. Her nipples were so
hard and pointed they looked as they were about to explode off her chest, but
the buxom blonde wiggled back and forth faster.
Cathy took her position on Cindi's right, half a meter from her.
"I don't think your nipples are hard enough. You simply aren't trying
hard enough."
The tall Amazon looked over at her two helpers. Fingers flashed rapidly
on the soft mounds.
Slap!
She flicked the switch against the blonde's chest. On the flesh of each
breast, a red welt appeared diagonally across each nipple. Cathy grabbed Cindi's
right tittie with her right hand to fondle it. She enjoyed the warmth and
created by a welt. She delivered six rapid blows to the left tittie.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Cathy heard Cindi trying to scream through the gag and the discipline
helmet.
Moving over to the blonde's left, she practiced her backhand on the
other tit. Slap! The mound wobbled with each blow. Slap! Cathy enjoyed the sight
so much she whacked that tittie half a dozen more times.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Cathy moved from one side of the blonde to the other, delivering a
random number of blows so Cindi had no idea how long the punishment on a
particular area would continue.
She moved over to the French Maids. At her approach, they worked harder
to excite the tits of the other.
The tall Amazon stared at the two for a few seconds. The French Maid in
front of her was so excited that Cathy suspected she was close to coming.
From a far corner of the room she retrieved a rubber-coated rope about
two centimeters in diameter. She tied one end to the chain connecting the
manacles of one of the French Maids. She passed it between each captives' legs
and up to the other chain. As she pulled down on it, she drew each woman's hands
down, away from the tits of the other.
Before continuing she made certain it passed between the labia of each.
When they struggled, the rope would rub against their pussies. Merely struggling
would arouse them.
"Both of you, put your feet together."
She passed one end of a leather strap under the arches of a pair of high
heels. The ends crossed on top the slave girl's feet. She passed the ends
between the back of her ankles and around in front where she buckled them
together. Another strap went about the lower thighs immediately above the knees.
Cathy repeated the process with the legs of the other slave girl. A
final strap formed a loop that connected both pairs of legs. The two could
squirm, but could do nothing else.
"Let me see. Whose nipples are more erect?"
She thought about it for a few seconds while she moved about the
captives. Each hoped she would be spared; each knew she would be punished
anyway.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The slave girl tried to scream through her gag. As she struggled, the
cord moved to and fro along her pussy. The nipples of each became erect.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Red marks appeared on the titties of the second slave girl.
Cathy moved back toward the first.
"Are you about ready?"
She looked to her right. Clarissa came through the door, followed by
half a dozen other Amazons.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"I know what I have to do."
She moved around to the second slave girl.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Tucking the switch under her left arm, she smiled at Clarissa. She said
nothing as she crossed the room. Clarissa started to follow, but stopped before
she got there.
When Cathy turned, she held up a yellow silk miniskirt and that was
quite short and very narrow.
"If you think?"
Clarissa frowned. "I don't know. I'll have to see it on you first."
Cathy rolled her eyes as she shrugged.
"You bring them back here and I'll be ready."
Before she could reply, a voice called out from another doorway.
"Clarissa. There is someone out here who wants to see you."
They had time constraints so she did not want any unnecessary
interruptions.
"This better be important," she mumbled under her breath as she moved
toward the door with long steps.
In the waiting room she found Shelley waiting. The woman mounted to her
feet with a smile.
"Oh, hi."
This woman was becoming annoying. The Amazon imagined how the young
woman would look wearing only a collar and a small.
"I have a favor to ask."
"What?"
"I was wondering if you could fix of one of my slave girls."
"Which one?"
"Janice. I want you to turn her into a virgin."
Clarissa was not certain want Shelley it was up to. She shrugged.
"Why not? Where is she?"
"I have her tethered outside. I have to take her and Paulette for
another fitting for their bridesmaids outfits."
"Have a seat. I have to go and take care of something, but I'll get
someone to take care of her. She can't come through that door, that door is
reserved for free women. I'll have someone take her around to the slave girls'
entrance. Just have a seat."
Shelley had hoped to have a tour of the building, or at least be invited
further inside. None of this had happened. They treated her as though she was a
business associate. She plopped down on a chair with her lower lip sticking out.
Half an hour later, an Amazon she did not recognize came through the
door leading Janice by a leash that ran down between her legs. Shelley smiled
when she saw Janice's red eyes. The beautiful slave girl had been crying. She
wondered if it was from pain, embarrassment, or the knowledge of what she was
not going to get.
"I added a special ring," the Amazons remarked to Shelley. Turning to
Janice she snapped, "Turn around and bend over so your mistress can admire your
new jewelry."
The beauty shuffled around in a half circle until she faced away from
Shelley. Spreading her legs as far apart as she could, she bent over.
As Shelley had asked, they had turned the slave girl into a "virgin" by
sealing her pussy with seven gold rings. There was so little space between them
that Janice could not get any stimulation between her legs.
The woman grabbed a handful of her slave girl's long tresses to pull her
upright.
"See, Janice? Now you can only give pleasure - you can't get it." She
spun her slave girl around. "Don't you think you deserve this?"
Tears started to well up in the beauty's eyes as she nodded. If she
indicated anything else, Shelley would punish her.
One ring in the middle was larger than the others. The Amazon tugged
lightly on the leash attached to it.
"Believe me, wherever you go, she will gladly follow."
"Can I talk to Clarissa?"
"She's not here. She had some errands to run. Here, look at the special
treat I put in here."
The Amazon took Janice to the slave girls' entrance while Shelley went
outside to get Paulette who was tethered to the building next to the door.
"I wonder what sort of errands Clarissa's has to run?" she thought as
she unfastened the end of the buxom's beauty's leash.
Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilogram
Chapter 50
With this influx of new slave girls caused by the acquisition of D. A.
A. M. and its slave girls, Canjac realized that he had too many for his men to
handle. He had to get rid of some of the experienced slave girls who no longer
interested him, and some of the newer ones who did not meet his high standards.
This created a problem. He had his regular outlets to whom he supplied trained
girls. They could not accept the quantity he had. He had to develop new buyers.
Getting rid of the Amazons he had turned into slave girls was something
of a problem. It took several months to train them so they were submissive.
There was a ready market for French maids who had once been Amazons. Men, and
women, enjoyed watching the submissiveness of these former mistresses. The more
dominant a woman had been before her collar, the more submissive she was as a
slave girl.
He had a number of former Amazons undergoing training right now but it
would be several weeks before he could sell them. He had high standards to
maintain.
That meant he had to deal with some new people. It seemed that everyone
wanted to do business with him, but he had his own standards. He would sell a
slave girl only to a master or mistress who knew how to take care of one. Treat
a beautiful slave girl as a beautiful slave girl, and she will respond as one
would expect a beautiful slave girl to respond.
(Of course there were many instances where he sold slave girls to women
solely so he could become their friends. Several of them now were wearing his
collar and undergoing training. He had discovered that a woman who enjoyed using
a paddle on a slave girl usually did so because she had a hidden desire to be a
slave girl.)
As he looked through his correspondence in search of someone to whom he
could sell a partially trained slave girl, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in."
The man who entered was in charge of breaking in the new Amazons.
"We have a problem with one of the Amazons. She doesn't want to 'stud.'"
"Which one?"
"Lori."
Well, the Amazons were wondering what had happened to her. But we
suspected the truth all along. Put an Amazon in a collar and strip her of her
clothing, and her best friend wouldn't recognize her.
"Bring her in here. Tell the others to get ready to give her a shave."
After Canjac gave the order, it took the man just seconds to bring Lori
in as he had her tethered outside the door. He then left to pass the word to get
ready for more humiliation for the brunette. The former Amazon stood before
Canjac's desk. She tried to stare him down, but her eyes dropped to the floor.
She wore the collar of a slave girl. She knew what she had to do.
Slowly the beautiful brunette lowered her left knee to the floor. When
it touched, she brought her right down to join it. She knelt submissively as a
slave girl before her master.
They had spanked her several times, but it had always been bare hand on
bare bottom. She knew every slaver kept a supply of whips, paddles and crops
handy.
"So you think being a stud is beneath need you. You certainly enjoyed it
when others did it to you."
Lori started to raise her head, then thought better of it. She knew that
if she were in their position she would have no qualms about beating a slave
girl's bottom until it was bright red. She believed they were lulling her into a
state of comfort so the spankings she got would be worse.
She did not know the way Canjac worked.
"I want to be generous, Lori. If you agree to do it the rest of the day
like the good little slave girl I know you want to be, you will not be punished.
Do you agree to do it?"
The beautiful brunette looked up with defiance in her eyes. She shook
her head violently so her long dark hair floated about her head.
Canjac smiled.
"I hope you would answer that way."
Her master stood up. As he did so, the door to the hall opened.
"Get her ready. I think Lori needs to realize what a close shave she
had." The brunette looked up at her master, wondering why he and the man behind
her were laughing.
The man took her leash. She had no choice but to come to her feet when
he jerked up on it, and follow him from the room. He took her to a room she had
not been in yet. In the middle of the room there was a contraption that appeared
to be some sort of rack. The device was shaped like a Y, mounted on a single
pedestal. Lori did not know what to expect, but she knew she was not going to
like this.
The man tethered her to a ring on the wall next to the door. Without a
word to the captive, he left, closing the door behind.
Lori did what any other slave girl would do. She struggled with her
bondage and tried to break the leash so she could escape. Nothing she did gave
her any freedom at all. The bondage of a slave girl was a science, dedicated to
the sole objective of rendering the female captive helpless.
She stared at that bondage device, wondering what it was for. The
captive could lay on it with arms spread, or legs spread. She was pretty certain
she would be on it with her legs spread.
Canjac returned with two of his men. It took him only seconds to remove
her halter top and miniskirt. He smiled at her as she stroked her nipples. She
tried to turn away, but he grabbed a handful of her hair with his other hand to
hold her in place. He pulled her head around so she had to look at him.
"I hope you like this, Lori. Because that is all you are going to get
for a while."
He began to laugh.
While her master had distracted her, another of the man moved behind
Lori with a black satin blindfold which he slipped over her eyes. She wanted to
struggle but it was too late. Now that they had her blindfolded so she would not
know what was about to happen, they removed the leash from her collar. Turning
her around, they propelled her to forward. Above the sounds of her high heels,
she heard a mechanical creaking and knew they were doing something to that
device.
They turned her around before removing the handcuffs. A pair of hands
held each arm so she could not struggle as they pushed her backwards. Once her
back was against the device, they pulled her arms behind it. (She was correct in
her thinking about how they would bind her to the device. The "vee" part of the
device was at her feet.) Leather cuffs secured her arms there. A leather strap
went about her slender waist, and another around her upper chest above her large
tits. These held her back against it.
Lori was certain they intended to do something to her such as beat her
tits. She was surprised when hands unbuckled the strap so they could pull the
rubber ball from her mouth.
"Ahhhgggg!! Ahhhgggg!!"
A metal device between her teeth kept her from closing her mouth. By
turning a lever, they forced her to open her mouth as wide as it could go.
"Ahhhgggg!! Ahhhgggg!!"
She expected them to shove some new gag into her mouth, such as a penis
gag, but instead a pair of rubber chocks were placed between her back teeth, one
on each side.
She could not close her mouth.
To insure her silence, something was wedged between her front teeth.
She could not see it, but it was a simple rubber drain stopper. They
were treating her mouth as nothing more than a drain.
Now that they had her secured to the device, they shifted it back so she
lay on it. Leather straps about her lower thighs and ankles kept her from being
able to move her legs from the "vee" of the device. With her legs spread wide,
her crotch was available.
They adjust the device so the beautiful brunette's head was near the
floor, her legs raised in the air. Her crotch was at chest level. The straps
made it so she could wiggle about, but could do nothing else.
She was ready for her a rather unique punishment.
Canjac stood by the captive's legs, looking down at her face. He flashed
her a smile she could not see, patted her pussy, and made his way across the
room. It took almost a minute to find what he needed as he rarely had to resort
to this type of punishment. The slave girl who experienced it, and those who saw
happen to another, tried hard to avoid it. Finally he found what he needed: a
china cup with a brush, a small bar of soap, a straight razor, and a leather
strap. Adding a little water to the cup, he created suds by moving the brush
around on the soap.
As he worked, he looked over at the beautiful captive. She was
struggling with her bondage, but not enough to cause her to merit punishment. He
smiled. He knew she must be imagining all kinds of potential punishments. But
she had no idea how insidious this one would be.
He handed the cup and other items to one of his men, keeping only the
razor and the strap. Moving around where he had a good look at the captive's
beautiful face, he stropped the razor until it was, well, razor sharp.
"In honor of your disobedience, we are going to call this 'Lori's close
shave.'"
By then she had an idea what he was going to do to her. (Of course, she
did not know the full consequences.)
Removing his trousers, Canjac straddled her face and motioned for any
man to elevate that end of the device. Slowly Lori's face came closer and closer
to his crotch. Holding his left hand in the air, he signaled the man to stop. He
pulled the plug from the slave girl's mouth, leaning forward so he was in the
right position. He pushed his cock down so when they raised the device higher,
his cock slid into the slave girl's open mouth.
The device went higher and higher, forcing his cock deeper and deeper
into her mouth. They stopped when her master was literally sitting on her face,
the tip of his cock deep into her mouth.
"I think the only way you can it that out of the back of your throat is
by sucking it dry."
All three men laughed.
Lori sobbed as she realized what her master said was true. She hoped she
could make him come and would cost it to shrink. In the back of her mind though,
she knew that, like all men, he would have a constant erection. Her lips were of
no use. All she could use was her tongue.
Lori's attention on the cock showed deep into her mouth, kept her from
realizing what Canjac did to her. Using the brush first, he lathered up her
crotch so all her pubic hair was covered. Using the razor with short strokes, he
carefully shaved away all of her pubic hair. When he was finished, her crotch
was as smooth as her bottom.
One of his men tossed him a rag that he used to wipe the area clean. His
hand slid from the brunette's right thigh to her left.
He signaled them to lower the device so he could get off Lori's face. As
he pulled his cock out, he wedged the rubber stopper back in. He had not come
but that was not because the captive had not tried.
As he pulled up his pants, the two men maneuvered the device so Lori's
head was up in the air again. The man then used extracting hooks to pull the
rubber chocks from her mouth. A wadded up piece of cloth kept her silent. The
rubber stopper kept the cloth in her mouth.
"Let's get her dressed before we show her what she is going to do."
Using the leash attached to her collar, they led her down the hallway to
another room. The brunette walked somewhat bowlegged because of the itch at her
crotch because of the shave. No one paid her any attention. The other slave
girls had their own problems to worry about.
Canjac selected the outfit for her and handed it to one of the waiting
French maids. Three of them swarmed all over Lori, dressing her as her master
wanted. These were some of his more experienced French maids, each of them a
former Amazon. It did not take them long to finish. They felt no sympathy for
Lori. They had obeyed and were treated as good little slave girls. They knew
that she deserved this punishment.
When they had her dressed, Canjac reattached the leash to lead her down
the hall to his office. Once inside he turned her so she faced a full-length
mirror. Though she had been a slave girl for only a few days, she automatically
stood with her legs spread far apart.
Canjac removed the blindfold.
Lori blinked rapidly several times as her eyes became used to the light.
Then she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes started at the reflection of
her face and worked her way down.
They had dressed her in something that resembled the outfit of a French
maid. The bodice of the black satin dress was so low that her nipples protruded
over the neckline. She had already gotten use to showing off her large tits. The
waist was quite tight. Her gaze dropped lower, stopped and her eyes grew wide in
shock.
She saw immediately what Canjac had done to her. The dress was split up
the front to her waist. The hem was flared, but there was a triangular gap,
twelve-centimeters wide at the bottom narrowing to a couple centimeters at the
waist. Standing with her legs spread apart helped pull the gap apart. Anyone
would have an unobstructed view of her pubic area.
That now was shaved clean.
"And until that hair grows back, your pussy is off-limits to everyone."
Canjac moved next to the slave girl. His right hand moved down under the
short skirt to fondle her bottom while his left work on her left nipple. Lori
found herself being aroused. She was (or had been) an Amazon. She was used to
being in control. The manner in which he fondled her tittie made her secretly
wish he would use you as a slave girl.
"Every time you disobey, you will be pulled back into the room and we
will shave you again. Until then, this is all the action you will get."
He had fondled her until she became aroused and then he stopped.
"And until that hair grows back as thick as it was, you are the lowest
of all my slave girls. In case you have any doubts about that, let's go out and
see what the other slave girls think about this."
With a jerk on the leash, he ordered the former Amazon to follow him
from the room and down the hall. In a rather large room, about 10 or 12 of
Canjac's new acquisitions were being trained as slave girls.
The training was basic. Kneel. Rise. Turn around. Bend over. The basic
commands continued until a woman responded to them instinctively. When she
reacted as a slave girl, she was one no matter what she wanted.
Three or four men hovered around the captives with switches as
inducement for them to behave. Another barked out orders.
Now standup. Turn around. Spread your legs further apart. Bend over.
Look straight ahead. Straighten up. Kneel. Stand up. Kneel. Put your face on the
floor with your behind the air.
Already they were obeying the orders immediately. Soon they would know
to obey them without thinking.
Canjac lead Lori in front of the group
"Have them kneel and look in this direction."
The slave girls were facing the door and over with her legs spread. They
were dressed as French maids, but did not wear panties. Though each one wondered
what her master wanted them to see, not one changed her gaze.
"Straighten up! Turn around! Kneel! Look at us!"
Canjac looked down at Lori's crotch. While she had her legs spread
apart, she could do better.
"Spread your legs further apart, Lori. Let them all see what you have.
Or should I say don't have."
The beautiful brunette could tell they all were laughing at her behind
their gags. She wanted desperately to draw her legs together, but knew she did
not dare.
"You need to adjust your position a little so they can get a look at
your pussy from another angle. Turn around and bend over."
And Lori and looked at her master, pleading with her eyes for him not to
have her do this. He stood there with his arms folded across her chest. She knew
she would be punished if she did not obey.
She slowly pulled her legs together so she could turn around. Once she
faced away from the others, she spread her legs as far apart as they had been.
Then she leaned over, staring at the far end of the room.
"Bend over further. Look at the other little slave girls between your
legs."
In order to do that, Lori had to bend over even further. It was obvious
they all were taking delight in her shaved condition.
"I think everyone needs a closer look."
He gave no verbal orders this time. A jerk on the leash caused her to
straighten up and then turn around. He led her to the first kneeling slave girl.
"Put your crotch in her face. I want it close enough that she can use
her nose to feel how smooth it is. Go ahead. Rub your nose up and down where her
pubic hair was. Feel how smooth it is and be glad that you are a good little
slave girl who hasn't been punished."
Lori made her way slowly about the group. Long before the end, she was
certain that Canjac was correct. She was lower in status than her sister slaves
who had a full head of hair down their between their legs.
"Straighten up, slave girl. There is an adoring public out in their
wants to see you."
As soon as Lori had straighten up, Canjac attached the end of a leash to
her collar. The beautiful slave girl trotted along behind him as he headed for
the loading dock area.
Nancy still waited there, dressed in the ponygirl harness, attached the
sulky. Canjac led Lori around behind the sulky to attach the end of the leash to
a ring on the device where Donna had recently been tethered.
By this time, Nancy did not think twice about going outside. She trotted
along, following the directions that Canjac gave her by pulling on the reins.
She was a beautiful ponygirl. People who saw her admired her body. No one paid
her any more attention than they would any other slave girl.
The same could not be said for Lori. This was her first time outside as
a slave girl. Free women did not go around with their legs and titties exposed.
Bound and gagged as she was, she had no say in the matter. She tried to
resist, but Nancy dragged her along behind the sulky.
The buxom brunette was only another slave girl.
This time Canjac headed directly toward the town square. He could see by
the expressions on the faces of Donna and Mandi that they were glad to see him.
He knew that they would be willing to do anything to please him, just as long as
he took them home.
Canjac locked the break on the sulky before giving off. He used the
leash to lead Lori to where the other two slave girls waited with their legs
spread.
"Take a position between them," Canjac said.
The little slave girl had to obey. Even though she was not tethered, she
did not run off.
She was certain that her bottom would pay the price for an attempt to
escape.
She watched as he led the other two to the sulky. They replaced her
tethered to the back of it.
She began to tremble as she realized he intended to leave her here in
this public place.
Canjac squatted to attach a chain and leather, to each ankle. This
forced Lori to stand with her legs spread.
"I'm sure you will appreciate this position." Canjac placed the tips of
the fingers of his right hand under the beautiful slave girl's chin to raise her
face "I am certain that you will want to obey after this."
Without another word to the slave girl, he returned to the sulky and
drove off.
Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilogram
Chapter Fifty-one
The town square served no other purpose than that of putting slave girls
on display. Many a master or mistress would display those they wished to sell.
Those slave girls wandering about town without someone holding their leash would
be placed there so their owner could claim them. Others, such as Canjac, put
slave girls there as a form a public punishment.
Some slave girls were put there to teach them that anyone could use
their bodies. They would get used to bending over for every master who came by.
It never took long for a slave girl to want to please every man who wished to
avail himself of her helplessness.
Some slave girls standing there wore panties. They could not be used,
but they still offered their bottoms to men and women. Sometimes their owner
would leave a selection of switches or paddles for passers-by to use. Sometimes
it was the responsibility of the master or mistress to provide their own.
Mistresses in particular favored slave girls being punished as such.
There was a sense of power to send a paddle crashing against the vulnerable
bottom of a beautiful captive. A hand on the bottom to feel the warm of the skin
through the panties would tell if the job had been done correctly.
Everyone walking by, inspecting the slave girls, saw Lori. The shiny
black satin of her outfit contrasted sharply with the pristine whiteness of her
shaved pubic area.
While some masters and mistresses preferred their slave girls shaved,
everyone knew that the only reason a slave girl was dressed in black and placed
in public was to show that she was being punished. Every master and mistresses
who went by would smile at Lori's shaved pussy. Many slave girls smiled through
their gags at her punishment. Several masters or mistresses pointed out the
brunette's predicament to their own slave girls with the warning, "See what can
happen to you if you don't behave?" The slave girls would scurry quickly after
their owners, afraid to show the slightest resistance.
Once in a while some master would pause to get a better look at the
slave girl. Lori knew better than to meet his gaze. She stared only at the bulge
in his pants.
"You certainly are in most beautiful slave girl. When your punishment is
over, I certainly would like to have a go at you."
He then moved onto another slave girl who had her pubic hair. With legs
chained to rings on the ground, Lori could not turn around to bend over if any
man wanted her.
And so that was how Lori spent her afternoon. Men came by, admired her
beauty and body, and then moved on.
She was glad when she saw Canjac arrived in the sulky.
"And how has my bad little slave girl than behaving today?"
Lori was ready to fall on her knees and offer her mouth to him, but he
gave her no opportunity as he attached a leash to her collar and used it to lead
her to the sulky once he had her feet free. She trotted along behind the sulky
on her way back to Canjac's stronghold.
She was concerned only with her own bondage and humiliation so she paid
no attention to what went on about her.
The same cannot be said for Canjac. As he turned down one street, he
spied a wagon moving in the other direction. The wagon was large, so large that
it took 24 pony girls to pull it, six rows of four. Seated on the driver's seat
were two Amazons he recognized.
"I wonder what they are up to?"
He had other things on his mind. Lori was about to learn the rest of her
fate.
What she had refused to do before would be a pleasure compared to what
he wanted her to do now.
The loading dock door slid open as their approach. Once inside, Canjac
directed Nancy to trot around in a semicircle so she faced the door. He might
want to take her out again.
Lori offered no resistance as he led her down the hall. In seconds, she
found herself in the stud room at the end of the hall. Canjac jerked down on the
leash, causing the beautiful slave girl kneel until he was ready for her.
Canjac waited while another pair of slave girls was put to work.
He had far too many slave girls for a few men to satisfy. He needed
another way to keep them happy, and to train them to enjoy being used.
That was why he put some of his slave girls "out to stud."
A dozen slave girls knelt to one side of the room waiting their turn.
Each hoped that she would be used, but realized that serving as a "stud" was
part of her job as a slave girl.
As Canjac and Lori waited, one of his more submissive slave girls was
bound into position to be on the receiving end of pleasure. She fairly jumped at
the opportunity, knowing that she would be permitted to come again and again.
Basically, Canjac would allow her to come as often as she could within the
allotted period of time.
As soon as her handcuffs were off, the slave girl placed her hands
behind her head, linking her fingers together. Two slave girls dressed as French
maids pulled her panties down. She wore a pink satin halter top and flared a
pink satin miniskirt. This slave girl was dressed, but her attire made her body
appear more sexy than if she had been completely naked. They pulled the ballgag
from her mouth but immediately replaced it with a penis-gag.
When given the order to move forward, she skipped to her position on a
box before a padded rail. She leaned across it and put her hands down near the
floor. Bent over, she could see how far apart to place her feet.
A French maid fastened a leather cuff about each wrist, running a
connecting chain to a ring on the floor. The slave girl could not straighten up.
The other slave girl secured the captive's legs far apart by wrapping a leather
strap about the upper thigh. These straps were riveted to the rail.
In this position the slave girl's pussy was exposed and available. She
could not resist if someone wanted to use her pussy. Resisting was the last
thing on her mind. She wanted to be used again and again and again.
Nadia was next in line. Canjac recognized her by the size of her massive
titties. The slave girl was naked except for a black satin garter belt, sheer
black stockings and high heels. She looked around apprehensively as they began
to fasten a leather belt about her waist as this was her first time being put
"out to stud."
A French maid attached another strap to a ring in front. This strap had
on it a double dildos. The slave girl passed the working end between the former
Amazon's spread legs to her sister French maid. She then adjusted dildos so one
was right in Nadia's pussy. The other dildo protruded forward. Locking the strap
to the belt in back kept the apparatus in place.
Nadia looked down. She was afraid of what this meant, but she knew it
felt good. She looked over at Canjac, hoping he would not force her to do this,
but he only smiled.
So the slave girl who was put out to stud could concentrate on what she
did, and at the same time think about the pleasure she received, they locked a
leather harness about her head. Her nose protruded through a ring in front. A
strap passed around the back of her head. The French maid buckled the ends
together securely behind the buxom brunette's head. The other French maid pulled
the remainder of the device up over Nadia's face. The ballgag came out and a
penis gag went in her mouth. A strap ran down in back. The French maid attached
this to the strap around her head.
Broad leather pads covered the wearer's eyes. The slave girl could see
nothing but the leather before her face. Her whole world consisted of staring at
nothing, and feeling the pleasurable sensation of a short dildo in her pussy.
"Move her forward."
Nadia moved forward, feeling the immensely pleasurable sensation of the
dildo rubbing against her lower lips.
On the floor were a set of stocks for the "stud's" feet. Canjac wanted
to control her pleasure. The "stud" could not pull her legs together to increase
her pleasure.
They had Nadia stand in stocks so she could not move her legs from that
position. A French maid put her hands on the slave girl's bare bottom to push
her forward while the other guided the dildo into the waiting pussy of the other
captive. Once they had the head in, they ran a chain from the harness to be rail
below the captive's body. The kneeling French maid signaled with a nod of her
head for her sister French maid to pull Nadia back. The dildo was slid out a
little, but not far enough so the buxom slave girl could pull it out of the
pussy
"Thrust your hips forward."
When Nadia did that, two things happen to the same time. The dildo slid
all the way into the slave girl's pussy. This slave girl gave a loud scream
through her ball gag. She enjoyed this quite a bit. Nadia put her head back at
the same time as she uttered her own moan of pleasure. The shorter dildo rubbing
against her pussy had excited her. She knew she could come if she worked hard
enough. She thrust her hips forward again. The moan from the slave girl told her
she had done it correctly. She drew her hips back then thrust forward again.
Back and forward. Back and forth. This was Nadia's world.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Now it was Lori's turn as another slave girl was brought and positioned
over a rail next to the first. It was this job that Lori had refused to do
before. Refusing to do what Nadia did had caused Canjac to shave her pussy. Now
she was about to learn how much better it would have been had she done as her
master ordered.
She waited for them to fasten the harness on her as they had Nadia. She
would be willing to do this odious task now, but Canjac had further punishment
for her. After a whispered command from their master, a French miad pulled the
ball gag from her mouth and replaced it with a double dildo gag. A dildo ten
centimeters long went deep into the back of her mouth. Another dildo, 20
centimeters long, protruded from the strap at her mouth.
The beautiful brunette shook her head and grunted her displeasure as the
French maids dragged her over to the waiting slave girl. She tried to resist,
forcing Canjac to grab her hair. He twisted her head about so she could only
look at him.
"You had your chance before, Lori, now you get to learn what it is like
to obey. If you resist, if you disobey, you get shaved again."
Standing behind the beautiful captive, he placed both hands on her
shoulders to force her to her knees immediately behind the waiting slave girl.
A French maid held the captive's head, while the other guided the end of
the dildo into the slave girl's pussy. They held the former Amazon in that
position by running a chain from her slave collar to a ring the rail under the
other captive's body.
"You are going to want to do this with great enthusiasm, Lori. Remember,
every time you disobey, your pussy will be shaved. All the other slave girls are
having multiple orgasms while you go around with a shaved pussy. The decision is
yours."
The former Amazon was sobbing loudly as she stared at the slave girl's
bare bottom in front of her. The slave girl's anus was at eye level.
"Go ahead, Lori. Make her scream."
Canjac stepped forward to place his right hand at the back of the slave
girl's head. With one motion he forced her face forward. The brunette's
beautiful face slammed into the bare bottomcheeks of the other slave.
"Ahhh.!
"Do it!"
Slowly Lori pulled her head back, drawing the dildo out. She paused for
a few seconds before ramming her face into the woman's bottomcheeks again.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
Lori pulled her head back. Again, she slammed her face into the woman's
bottom.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
The ballgag could not muffle the slave girl's scream of pleasure as she
came. Lori rammed her face forward again so it struck the other slave girl's
bottomcheeks. At the same time she was very much aware of the dildo in her
mouth.
Lori had only one desire - to be a good little slave girl.
Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilogram
Chapter 52
Sixteen corridors branched off the main hallway. Four doors on each side
marred the concrete block monotony of institutional architecture. Each room was
home to four coeds. Sixteen corridors, four doors times two, four to a room.
"So many coeds, so little time," Clarissa lamented as she paced back and
forth at the end of one corridor.
Karen Kelly came back to her room at the dorm, only to find a woman
dressed in a dark gray suit waiting outside the door. The woman held a clipboard
in her left hand, and had a large canvas bag sitting on the floor to her left.
The suit, complete with a tie, gave Karen the impression she was some sort of
businesswoman.
Okay, Clarissa was a businesswoman, but not in any business that Karen
would think of.
"Kim?"
Karen wondered what this woman was doing there. She certainly did not
look like a coed though she could not have been more than five or six years
older than she was.
"No. I'm Karen. Kim is my roommate."
The woman looked down at her clipboard. A look of anguish appeared on
her face as she looked up.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I was supposed to see Kim first."
"She won't be back for a while. She has a class on tinting now."
"Kim wanted to be first. She bought a midterm celebration package from
us. I was supposed to see her first."
"What you mean?"
"Can I come into your room? We can discuss it there."
"Okay."
"By the way, my name is Clarissa."
As has already been demonstrated, Clarissa was an expert at spinning
lies. She soon had the beautiful brunette convinced that Kim had paid a company
to come to dress the four roommates as slave girls.
"We offer a unique stress reliever."
Karen, of course, had the usual worries. Clarissa smiled politely as she
repeated the story they had worked out the night before. It was not original,
but Karen had never heard it before. She sat in the chair at the desk with her
lips in a doubting pout as she listened to the Amazon's story.
As she finished the tale, Clarissa pulled a small pink bundle from her
bag. Untying the string about it, she allowed the cloth to fall open. Something
pink fell to the floor. Clarissa held the remaining item with fingers of both
hands.
"Haven't you always wondered what you would look like in a slave girl's
miniskirt?"
Of course she had. She should have turned and run at that point, but the
Amazons had worked out their plans carefully. Karen, they all believed, was the
one most likely to try on a slave girl's outfit. From experience, they knew that
once they had one woman dressed and bound, the others would follow quickly.
The beautiful brunette gently grabbed the hem with one hand. Two fingers
felt the luxurious material. Slowly her tongue rubbed across her lower lip. Of
course, she would like to wear that, any woman would.
"I don't know..."
Clarissa folded up the miniskirt.
"Well, if you're not interested...Kim did prepay," she said as she
squatted to retrieve the remainder of the outfit from the floor.
"Maybe I'll try it out. I don't have to go outside the room, do I?"
"Of course not. We offer a confidential service. There are several women
who would be willing to testify, but of course they won't. All I will say is
that this is not my first time in this dorm."
A true statement. While the four roommates had been at dinner the night
before, she had checked the corridor and the room. Debbie provided the passkey.
"You mean Lexi's birthday...?"
"Sorry. We maintain complete confidentiality."
"Could I try it on alone? By myself?"
"Certainly. I don't have a problem with that. This is the skirt. These
are the panties. I guess you want to put them on before the skirt. And here is
your halter top. Here are the shoes. You probably want to put them on last. I'll
just step outside."
Once Clarissa was out of her room, Karen closed and locked door.
Carefully she examined the three thin garments before laying them out on her
bed.
Stripping off her clothes, she pulled on the pink satin panties. She
knew slave girls usually wore bikini panties, held at the hip by small bows so
they could be easily removed. Except for the material, these were almost normal
briefs. Okay, they were tight, very tight, and cut to fit the curve of her
bottom and hips.
The luscious coed wondered what she looked like and wished there was a
full-length mirror in the room. She knew where Joan had a large mirror. She
propped it up on the desk so she could see herself.
Karen liked what she saw.
The pleated miniskirt was next. Wrapping it about her body, she hooked
it at the waist and then fastened the four little pearl buttons from the waist
to the hem. She knew that the slightest tug on the skirt would cause those
buttons to come undone. Still, she wanted to try it on.
"Well, I certainly look good."
That left only the shoes and halter top to put on. Naturally, she chose
the halter top next. The item was similar to a bra, but lacked the support. Her
large bosom were soon covered by the satin cups. As she turned toward the
mirror, she felt her boobs wiggle. The satin triangles lifted the supple mounds
to give her tremendous cleavage, but provided little support.
Intrigued at what she felt when she moved, she placed both hands behind
her head and moved her shoulders back at forth. Her large boobs wiggled to and
fro.
"I would make one beautiful slave girl."
That was something she might say to herself, but nothing she would ever
admit in public.
The beautiful brunette sat on the edge of the bed to put on the high
heeled sandals. She slipped her foot in the left one. "How do they ever walk in
these?" she muttered to herself as she arched her foot to fit it in. One strap
went across the top of her foot, another around her ankle. Once she had both
straps done, she lifted her leg in the air and shook it to see if the shoe was
loose. She placed her feet back on the floor knowing the shoe would not come off
without the straps being undone first. When she had the shoe on her left foot,
she stood up.
She made her way to the mirror, but could see little. Tilting the mirror
down, she admired her lower body. Those sandals with the 15 centimeter stiletto
heels made her legs look even more shapely than they naturally were. Pouting
because of the inconvenience of moving around in those spike high heels, she
hobbled toward the door, doing her best to keep from turning an ankle.
"Clarissa?"
"Yes?"
"Are you alone?"
"Yes. Are you dressed?"
"I don't know if dressed is the right word for this."
Opening the door a few centimeters to admit the older woman, she closed
it and locked it once Clarissa was inside.
"I wonder how a slave girl can walk around in these things."
"Slave girls have a natural talent for things like sandals with spike
heels. That is how we can tell the difference between a free woman and a woman
who should be a slave girl."
"You mean, uh."
"If you were meant to be a slave girl you would be moving around like a
gazelle in those shoes. Are you ready for the next step?"
They were on the tight schedule. Clarissa had to get the beautiful
brunette bound and gagged before her next roommate returned.
Karen used both hands to lift her large bosom.
"This outfit certainly makes a girl feel sexy."
"That is why our service is so popular. You get to act like a slave girl
without any risk. There is one more thing."
With that, the Amazon began pulling pins from Karen's hair. "Shake you
head." Once the beautiful coed did that, her tresses flowed down about her
shoulders. "Here, look at yourself in the mirror."
Clarissa tried not to appear impatient as the young woman admired the
way she looked. Timing was important because they wanted to get Karen first.
Once they had her dressed as a slave girl, bound, and gagged, they knew they
could get to the others to follow. Karen was extremely beautiful but not too
bright. They figured if they could get the dumbest coed bound first, the others
would follow willingly.
"Since you are having trouble with the high heels, why don't we start
with something prone."
"What?"
"You start out lying on the bed."
"Oh."
Clarissa pulled a spandex single glove from her sack.
"What's that?"
"This is a single glove. You get the feel of being tied up without
having ropes or chains on your wrists."
She saw from the frown on the beautiful woman's face that Karen was not
enthusiastic about being rendered helpless. They had decided that none of the
four roommates would be overjoyed at the thought of being bound and gagged. A
single glove seemed to be the best way to get them bound without making it too
apparent.
"Here. Feel it. It's cloth. It's just like wearing tight clothing."
Karen continued to frown as she stepped forward. It was material,
stretchy material, but material nonetheless. It would be like wearing tight
sleeves.
"I'll try it on you while you are laying on the bed. If you feel
uncomfortable, or don't like it, I'll remove it."
Karen thought about it for the few seconds. She was dressed as a slave
girl, so she thought she might as well go all the way.
"Okay, if you promise to let me go if I ask."
"Of course."
The beautiful brunette followed the Amazon's instructions. She turned
away from the woman with her hands clasped together behind her back. Clarissa
pulled the bondage item up the young woman's arms to a point two or three
centimeters above the elbow. A pair of spandex straps dangled down from the top.
She pulled the one on Karen's right across her back to the left shoulder. It
passed over the shoulder and under her left arm. The Amazon snapped the end of
the strap to the single glove on the left side. She repeated the process with
the other strap, pulling it up over Karen's right shoulder and down under her
right arm.
Though she had it on the young coed, the single glove was loose.
Clarissa started at the bottom and pulled the lacings tight.
"This isn't too tight for you, is it?"
She did not have to make it really tight because she knew the young
woman could not escape. She needed her cooperation for a few more minutes.
"No, it's okay. I don't have much movement, but it's not extremely
tight."
Once Clarissa had the gag on Karen, it would be too late for her to
resist.
"Lay face down on that bed facing the wall."
From her bag, Clarissa pulled out the next bondage device. This one
consisted of a strap at the end of a short chain. Sitting on the edge of the bed
next to Karen, she bent the brunette's legs up so her feet pointed toward the
ceiling. She fastened the strap about the young woman's ankles. Then pulling her
feet back toward the coed's head, she attached the end of the chain to the ring
at the end of the single glove.
"That isn't too bad, it is it?"
"I guess not." Clarissa could tell that Karen was having second
thoughts.
"Open your mouth. Here is a special treat."
"What?."
As soon as the beautiful woman opened her mouth, the Amazon pushed the
bladder of the gag in. Karen started to struggle but by then it was much was too
late. Clarissa pulled the ends of the device behind the woman's head and
fastened them together. She then bent Karen's legs again to create slack in the
chain. With one hand, she unhooked it from the single glove. Switching hands,
she held the chain with her right while her left raised Karen's head in the air.
Her hand slid to the end so she held the hook. Quickly she attached it to a ring
on the strap.
The Amazon took a firm grasp of the chain and jerked it once, twice,
thrice.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Karen had discovered the awful truth about that deflated bladder in her
mouth. The pump was attached to the inside of the strap holding the bladder in
her mouth. Every time Clarissa jerked on the chain, the pump put a little more
air into the bladder.
"Go ahead and thrash around. That is part of my plan."
Karen had already discovered that she could not get her hands free. The
single glove shifted from left to right as she squirmed about on the bed. It was
inevitable that she try to break the chain to get her legs loose. Drawing her
feet back toward her head, she jerked them down suddenly. The chain did not
break but it did work the pump. The bladder inflated a little more in her mouth
but the beautiful captive did not realize that yet. She jerked her legs down
five or six times.
"Mmmffftttt!!"
The grunt of protest was muffled. The bladder filled the beautiful
captive's mouth now. She could now make a muffled grunt.
"Come on, Karen, try some more. Give it that good old college try."
Not trusting the helpless captive to do what she said, she jerked on the
chain twice more.
"Mmmmm."
"Good girl."
She patted Karen on top the head.
The Amazon sat back to wait for Joan.
Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilo
Chapter 53
While Clarissa was content to sit back to await the arrival of the next
roommate, Karen was not. She struggled some, accomplishing nothing more than
pumping more air into the bladder. The gag effectively filled her mouth but was
not yet painful.
Joan arrived with her arms full of books. She saw a strange woman
sitting at the desk but did not notice Karen until Clarissa pointed to her.
She explained what was going on, using the same story as before, only
this time it was Karen who had made the arrangements for Clarissa to be there.
Joan saw Karen laying quietly on the bed. She had to think her beautiful
roommate enjoyed this because she did not seem to be trying to escape. Karen had
learned by then that struggling only caused the gag to grow larger in her mouth.
The only thing she could do was remain motionless.
"What am I supposed to do?" the blue-eyed blonde asked.
Clarissa suppressed a smile until Joan bent over while removing her
slacks.
In seconds, the coed stripped down to bare flesh. Clarissa sat in a
chair watching Karen as the second roommate donned the slave girl outfit. The
fact that the blonde was willing to strip down with someone else in the room
told the Amazon something about Joan. Clarissa wondered if this beautiful coed
had been bond as a slave girl before.
Clarissa handed the young woman the items one at a time. It took Joan
only a few minutes to dress.
"Do you want to take a look at yourself before we proceed? That is part
of the fun, you know, looking at yourself. You know what you would look like as
a slave girl, but no one else does."
"You do."
"I have seen so many..." Clarissa said, rolling her eyes toward the
ceiling. She was beginning to dislike Joan's attitude. She would have to ensure
this blonde spent a lot of time servicing her.
After looking at herself for several minutes, Joan allowed the older
woman to fasten the single glove on her arms. Less than fifteen minutes after
she entered the room, the blonde lay on the bed beside Karen with an inflated
bladder gag in her mouth. Clarissa pumped her bound legs forward and back to
inflate the bladder so this captive could not make a sound.
Both coeds knew they had been tricked, but it was far too late for them
to do anything about it. Joan learned, as Karen had, that struggling only made
the bondage more uncomfortable. They could only hope Sue and Kim would not fall
into the trap as they had.
Kim arrived next. Of the four roommates, she was most sophisticated.
She, and Sue, were the ones most likely to refuse to be bound. As Kim came down
the hall, Moire and Clara followed. They tried to appear inconspicuous as they
waited outside the room. If Kim did not go along with the plan, the two would
overpower her.
The brunette looked suspiciously at her two roommates laying on the bad
and wondered if this was a good idea.
"You don't see them struggling or moaning to get loose do you?"
"I don't know."
She had not refused. Clarissa knew it was a matter of getting her to say
"yes."
"This is the latest fad of the chic set. Haven't you seen me in the
halls around here? I've seen you. This is my third set of roommates this week. I
have two more scheduled for tomorrow. "
What can we say? Kim ended up on the bed on Joan's left. She struggled
at first as the others had. The inflated bladder gag quickly silenced her too.
That left only Sue. Clarissa signaled the others that Kim was bound.
They retreated up the hall to keep an eye out for the beautiful brunette.
Of the four roommates, Sue was the smartest. She was also the most
beautiful. That was a most frustrating combination for the Amazons.
The remaining coed arrived shortly after the Amazon closed the door.
Clarissa had to work hard to keep from laughing as Sue offered no resistance.
When she had finished telling her story, Sue replied with an enthusiastic,
"Okay. Do I take off my clothes first?"
In less time then it took to secure any of the other three roommates,
Clarissa had her laying on the bed.
An inflated bladder gag in a woman's mouth becomes quite painful after a
few minutes. Clarissa crawled up on the bed between Karen and Joan so she could
press a valve that released air from the rubber bladder in their mouths. She
left it partially inflated as a reminder to them what the gag could do.
"If I hear a peep out of either of you two, I'm going to blow those gags
up even bigger than they were before. And believe me, you don't want that to
happen."
She crawled off the bed and moved toward Kim and Sue. She lay on the bed
between them.
"You two haven't learned how painful that gag can be so I'm going to
leave it in for now."
She crawled off the bed and turned toward the door.
"Well. I have to see about arranging for your shipment. Now don't run
off."
With that, she left, closing and locking the door behind her. She did
not want anyone to accidently stumble in on the plight of these coeds.
So what did the four captive beauties do while they were alone? Karen
and Joan were too afraid of Clarissa's threat about inflating the gags. They
squirmed around a little to see if they could get their arms out of the single
glove, but made no serious effort to escape. Their arms moved side-to-side
without gaining any freedom.
Kim and Sue did not struggle much either. They knew already that
fighting their bondage only caused the bladder to grow larger in their mouths.
When Clarissa returned, she found the four in the same position they had
been when she left
"Start on that end," Clarissa ordered, pointing at Karen.
They pulled the helpless brunette off the bed and onto her knees on the
floor. As they moved her to the floor, the pump inflated the bladder in her
mouth.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"Oh, it's going to get much worse than this."
While Moire and Clara maneuvered the beautiful captive off the bed,
Clarissa dropped a large piece of leather on the floor. Quickly she pulled the
edges out so it was flat.
The helpless beauty looked down at the leather beneath her knees and
wondered how they were going to use that to torment her further.
The leather slave hood was next. Most slave hoods were a mundane black.
This one was different. Painted on the lower part was an oversized pair of lips
in a perpetual pout. This hood had oval eyeholes so the captive could see.
Painted around the eyeholes were kewpie doll eyes. The eyeholes formed the
pupils of the comic eyes.
Clarissa held it up for Karen to see.
"All your friends are going to see this on your head. I don't think
anyone is going to have the slightest desire to help you."
They pulled the black leather slave hood over her head. Okay, Karen
twisted her head about to try to stop them, but it did no good. Her nose fit
through a triangular hole in the center. Carefully they adjusted the placement
of the hood so her nose stuck through. Only her eyes and nose would be visible
after they had pulled the straps together about her neck and the back of her
head.
Because of the eyeholes, Karen could see what was in front of her,
though no one could see enough of her face to recognize her.
A broad leather collar went about her neck. This forced her to keep her
head erect and made it impossible for her to turn it to either side. She could
still see, but only what was in front of her.
Clarissa was not finished humiliating her helpless captive. With a nod
of her head, she told Moire to hold the young woman's head steady by placing a
hand on each side. The Amazon then attached to the brunette's nose a golden ring
from which hung a bell. When Karen struggled more air pumped into the bladder in
her mouth, and the bell hanging from her nose jangled.
They next pulled the sections of the slave sack up, zipping the pieces
together from the bottom to the top. Each section was narrower at the ends than
in the middle so they could fit it snugly about Karen's neck, forming a leather
ball about the kneeling captive. A small padlock secured each zipper to the
strap about the captive's neck.
When they were done, no one would recognize Karen. All they would see
was another slave girl bundled up for shipment.
"Let's hurry. The sooner we get back to the compound, the sooner we get
to play with them."
Clarissa dragged the slave sack and its luscious contents across the
floor toward the door. The Amazon left her facing the wall a meter short of the
exit from the room. When she turned, Moire and Clara had Joan kneeling on the
edge of the bed.
The blue-eyed beauty made no effort to resist as they secured her in the
slave sack with the slave hood over her head. She ended up on the floor next to
Karen. Kim followed and then Sue.
"See if the coast is clear," Clarissa ordered.
The Amazon opened the door in a few centimeters. Seeing no one
immediately in front of the door she stuck her head out, then drew it back in
and closed the door.
"There are a couple of girls in the hallway talking."
"We can wait."
This was a signal for the four captives began squirming and grunting.
The bladders within each mouth grew larger with each jerk. The bell dangling
from each nose jingled.
Clarissa smiled at her new acquisitions.
"Once we have you in the hall, I am going to give the four of you a
great chance to escape. Don't waste all of your energy now. Save some for
later."
"Okay, it's clear."
They dragged each slave sack into the hall. With each head completely
covered in leather, no one could tell who was who. No one could tell that the
woman within that bondage device was not a legal slave girl.
"Pump up the gags."
Each Amazon placed a hand on the front of the slave hood and another on
the back of the captive's neck. By pressing the two together, they pumped air
into the bladder gag, filling each coed's mouth. Of course the captives grunted
their displeasure. The Amazons continued pumping until they could hear no more
sounds.
Once they were done, Moire and Clara started down the hall. Clarissa
worked on Sue's gag while she explained to the four what would happen next.
"We are going to leave you here in the hall while we arrange
transportation. I am certain that you can attract attention of some of your
friends to get them to release you. All you have to do is get someone to open up
the slave sack and take off the slave hood and they will know it is you."
Of course the Amazons did not take chances. Though Clarissa told them
that the slave hood and slave sacks could come off, the padlocks securing the
zippers to collars insured they did not.
"Let me see what is taking them so long."
Inside the slave sack, Sue struggled a little. Only twice did she
trigger the pump. When she heard voices coming from her left, she tried to turn
her head in that direction but the broad leather collar about her neck kept her
from doing that. She could not see who it was until they were directly in front
of her.
It was two coeds from the room across the hall, Lisa and Pam. Sue
grunted to get their attention, but the gag in her mouth muffled the sounds so
they could not hear her. She tried to squirm around but discovered that she
could not alter her position. Twice more the pump sent more air into the
bladder. The bell dangling from her nose tingled with each little jerk.
"So that trollop says to me, 'Why do you want to be a cosmetologist?'"
"How did you answer."
"I told her this was the true path to happiness."
During the giggles they noticed the four bundles against the wall.
"Look, new hired help!"
More giggles.
"Once I get a job, I'm gonna buy me one of those."
"Maybe a brace."
"Yeah, maybe a brace."
Sue could only stare back. The two seemed in no hurry to move on. The
captive coed could do nothing to get them to come closer to look to see who was
in that slave sack and hood.
More friends and acquaintances came down the hall. One or two of them
commented about slave girls being packaged up in the hall. No one paid them any
attention. The four captive beauties became to appreciate the helplessness of
their situation.
"Are these the ones?"
"Check the shipping label."
Sue recognized Clarissa's voice. She had not realized until then that
there was a shipping tag attached to the collar at her throat. They were being
treated as mere baggage.
"Yep. This is one of them. And this one too. I guess the others are
also."
"Help me get them on the cart and we will start off."
The four captives could not see that the cart was drawn by a pair of
slave girls wearing pony girl outfits. Had they known they could become beasts
of burden, they would have tried to escape even more, but, of course, escape was
impossible.
Sue and Joan were the first two placed on the cart and taken down the
hall. The two had no idea where they were being taken. All they could do was
stare at the hall behind them. At first they recognized the hallways, but after
a few turns they were in an unfamiliar part of the college.
"Backup. Backup. Backup. Slowly. Just a little more. Stop."
The Amazons dragged the two bundled captives into the back of the wagon
and unceremoniously deposited them on the bed. In a few minutes they had all
four locked in. They added the ponygirls.
"You two go on ahead," Clarissa announced.
"Aren't you going to join in on the fun. I heard Cathy has something
special planned."
"I have this apartment rented. Not under my name, of course. There is
this waitress who deserves a lesson on service."
So, the two started off in the wagon drawn by sixteen slave girls. After
traveling a short distance, they spied a familiar figure.
"Hey, look. There's Canjac. I wonder what he is up to."
"I don't know. I wonder if he's breaking in a new ponygirl."
They turned down a street, leaving Canjac going in another direction.
Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilo
Chapter 54
The lookouts at the back door recognized the ponygirl team prancing down the
alley toward them. It took two of them to open the huge double doors even with
the help of a pulley system. The wagon, drawn by the sixteen ponygirls, came to
a stop inside beside a door leading to the main training area. Eight slave
girls, dressed as French Maids, and harnessed in pairs, dragged the four slave
sacks into the training room. The eight found themselves tethered to rings
along one wall. These slave girls would wait there until the Amazons needed
them.
They had earned their little black satin outfits. They would love the
chance to show a mistress how glad they were to be slave girls.
Cathy paced back and forth before the four slave sacks, slapping a
switch against her right thigh.
"Where is Clarissa? I'm ready to get started."
"She said something about some waitress. This waitress did something a
few days ago to get her mad."
"Oh, yeah. She rented an apartment somewhere. She told me something
about that."
"Can we go on without her?"
"Why not."
"So? What do you have planned?"
Cathy smiled. She was in her milieu. Inflicting pain on young women was
her favorite pastime. "First we need a volunteer."
She walked back and forth, stopping at the third sack from her right.
She poked the contents with the toe of her boot. "We have a volunteer here."
"Drag her over there so she can watch the others."
None of the Amazons knew what Cathy planned, but she was always
successful ain forcing a woman to submit, and to become most submissive quickly.
No one was going to argue.
They removed the collar from the top of the slave sack so they could
pull the zippers down. It was not until they pulled the slave hood off to reveal
the unlucky captive.
Kim looked up at Cathy with fear in her eyes. (We already pointed out
that she was smart.)
"Bring her to her feet."
Quickly they removed enough of her bondage so they could drag her
upright.
"Well, can, I guess you are the lucky one. You get to watch for a while.
Bring her over here."
Two Amazons dragged the auburn-haired beauty across the room where there
was a set of pipes holding a pillory. Cathy held the beautiful captive by her
hair while an Amazon hurried to remove part of the device. The Amazon pushed Kim
forward until her throat was against the central grove of the board. Another
Amazon brought the other board. The two pieces locked together automatically.
The Amazons attached locks to insure the pieces did not come apart.
The beautiful coed could now only stand there. They still had her bound
with the single glove. With her head locked in a standing pillory, she could not
run off.
"Kim, if you are a really good girl, I'll take that nasty balloon gag
out of your mouth and replace it with this yummy ballgag. We pull the gag out
and you stand there with your mouth open. One peep out of you and I blow that
gag really big. Will you behave?"
The captive beauty nodded.
Quickly the Amazon deflated the bladder in the young woman's mouth
before unbuckling the strap holding it in her mouth.
"Keep your mouth open." Cathy warned again.
She pulled the inflatable bladder from the slave girl's mouth and shoved
a bright red rubber ball in. Standing in front of the captive, she pulled the
ends of the leather strap behind Kim's head under her long tresses. There was no
need to see as she had done this so many times before. Her hands found the ends
of the strap so she could buckle them together.
"Get one of the maids."
The Amazon nearest the wall untethered the first French Maid, attaching
a leash to guide her across the room. Cathy signaled for her to remove the slave
girl's bondage.
"Take her clothes off," she ordered, gesturing at Kim. "Be quick about
it, or you may find yourself in her place."
No slave girl had achieved the esteem status of French Maid without
being totally submissive. She leaped at the opportunity to show her mistresses
just how obedient she was.
Slave girl outfits were designed so someone could put them or remove
them from a bound captive without removing the bondage. The French Maid easily
stripped Kim down to a garter belt and stockings. Before she finished, Cathy
returned with a posture collar.
"You know how this goes," she said, tossing it to the French Maid.
When she finished, the beautiful woman could only stare straight ahead.
"Now secure her legs as far apart as they go."
The French Maid knelt before Kim. Grabbing the naked captive's left foot
with both hands, she dragged it across the floor. Of course, Kim tried to
resist, but she still wore those high-heeled sandals. The spike high heel slid
across the floor. The French Maid fastened a leather cuff about Kim's left
ankle. A short chain connected it to a ring on the vertical post.
As the French Maid shifted to her left, Kim moved her right foot over in
the desired direction. Resisting would gain her nothing. The French Maid quickly
fastened a cuff about that ankle.
With her legs spread apart, Kim's weight came down so her chin rested on
the front board of the pillory.
Cathy moved around behind the kneeling slave girl so she could grab a
handful of hair. Pulling back and down, she forced the submissive captive to
look up at her.
"I'm going to take that ballgag out of your mouth. I want you to use
that cute little tongue of yours to excite our little slave girl here. Keep her
aroused, but don't let her come. I don't want her worn out before the fun
begins. If she comes, then you can replace her."
Cathy pushed the slave girl's head down. She used one hand to flick half
the long tresses to the right, the other half to the left. This made the buckle
visible. Once she had it undone, she pulled back on a fistful of hair so the
captive had to bend her head back. Cathy pulled the ballgag free of her mouth.
Grabbing a fistful of hair with her right hand, she repeated the
warning, "Make her come and you will be very sorry."
The slave girl crawled forward a meter so she was between Kim's spread
legs. Putting her head back, she slid forward a few more centimeters. The young
coed's pussy was immediately above her mouth. Using her tongue, she soon had the
naked captive aroused.
Then she stopped.
"Mmmmmffftt!"
A cry of anguish came from Kim. The kneeling slave girl aroused, but did
not permit her to come.
Kim thought she would rather be paddled.
The Amazons by then had turned their attention to the other three
captives. Her roommates had watched motionlessly as Kim's fate developed. When
Cathy walked across the room toward them, they began to struggle again. Air
pumped into partially-inflated bladder gags. These expandable gags would quickly
become painful, but the three did not worry about that now.
There was no need for subtly or contemplation. Cathy pointed toward the
first slave sack.
"Get her out and we can get started."
The leather collar came off first so they could pull the zippers down.
Moire and Clare knew it was Joan from blonde tresses before they had the slave
hood off. While one Amazon removed the neck strap, another removed the ring to
her nose.
They dragged Joan across the floor to a set of three pillories. The
blonde tried to resist but she still wore the single glove so it did no good.
One Amazon gestured toward the woman's bottom, indicating to Kathy that she
deserved a swat for her attempted resistance, but the tall Amazon shook her
head. She wanted the first blow to be a shock, to be something totally
unexpected. Joan expected some form of punishment for resisting.
As an Amazon removed the singleglove, another prepared the next step.
The beautiful coed found herself being pulled toward the open pillory. They bent
her forward so they had her throat against the large center groove and her
wrists in the smaller ones on each side. The upper board came down. Even before
they applied the padlocks, Joan was incapable of escaping.
"Let's give her a little test to see if she really was meant to be a
slave girl."
With a wave of her hand she signaled for them to bring another French
Maid over. While that captive trotted to her behind a mistress, Cathy removed
Joan's panties.
In seconds, the French Maid found herself on her knees behind Joan, her
face against the bare bottomcheeks, the tip of her tongue reaching for the
blonde's pussy.
Cathy patted Joan's hid while she waited.
"Mmmmmmffffffft!!"
It was not a long wait.
The blonde had achieved an orgasm.
"I guess you know what that means."
She patted the kneeling slave girl on top her head.
"I did not tell you to stop."
The Amazons knew no woman could resist the tongue of a well-trained
slave girl for more than a few seconds. No Amazon could last more than a few
seconds. Some could last longer than others, but the result would be the same.
The Amazons knew this but Joan didn't. She thought she had failed. No,
she had passed a test that meant she was born to be a slave girl.
Now that they had her convinced in her own mind, forcing her to beg for
a collar would be anticlimactic.
One at a time, they dragged the other two over to the pillories on
Joan's left. They put each to the same test. Each failed.
"I guess it is true what they say about coeds," Cathy said with a
chuckle. The other Amazons laughed out loud.
Only Kim had not come yet and she wanted to. She squirmed around in her
bondage.
Now there was no doubt in the minds of anyone that all four of the
beautiful coeds were destined for a severe spanking. No not just a "severe
spanking," they were destined for a truly memorable fanny beating. Cathy was not
the only Amazons who enjoyed pounding the bare ass of the wall. Everyone wanted
to have a go at the new slave girls.
Cathy liked to vary the way she beat women into begging for a slave
collar. This was all a game in which all knew the outcome, the only difference
was how they achieved that end. The four captive coeds were destined to be slave
girls whether they wanted it or not. The only question was how much pain their
bottoms would suffer before Cathy gave them permission to submit.
Once she had the other three secured, Cathy turned her attention back to
Kim for the moment. The auburn-haired beauty closed her eyes in frustration as
the French Maid stopped licking her again. She wanted to come badly. Cathy
played with the French Maid's hair as she stared at Kim's bare titties.
"I guess you just can't wait to wear a collar."
She smiled at Kim as though she sympathized with her plight. A pat on
the head told the kneeling slave girl she did a good job.
Cathy turned her attention back to the other three. They would submit
first. Kim would be last. She had it all planned. She chose Karen to begin.
The first order of business was to hold a collar before her face.
Karen's eyes grew wide with fright. She then moved her head about a little to
look in the Amazon's direction, then back at the collar.
"You can go about this two ways, Karen. We can beat your ass for a week
and a half. There are many, many Amazons here who would love to paddle your
fanny. We could have you begging for a collar in a few minutes but it would be
more fun to leave that gag in your mouth and continue spanking."
Cathy paused to walk to the far wall where there were several racks with
switches, paddles, canes, crops and whips. Selecting a small paddle, she moved
back to the pillories, slapping the paddle against her right thigh.
She rubbed the paddle against Karen's bottom in a circular motion.
"Are you thinking about your choices, Karen?"
She motioned for them to bring the captive coed along.
The Amazon pulled a sturdy chair over to a point directly behind the
pillories. (Seated on it, she could see the bottoms of the remaining two
captives as they squirmed through one orgasm after another.) The chairs were in
this room for the purpose Cathy intended to use this one for. She turned it so
when she sat in it, she faced the pillories. They had Karen a few meters before
her. The Amazon motioned for them to force the brunette to her knees.
That left the captive's face level with Cathy's knees.
"Do you want to avoid a spanking, Karen?"
Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilo
Chapter 55
"Do you want to avoid a spanking, Karen?"
The beautiful brunette nodded slowly.
Cathy extended her left hand to place the tip of her index finger on the
captive's nose. Her right hand held the paddle.
"I would like nothing better than to spank your ass until my arm grows
tired. You have to convince me a spanking isn't necessary. Do you know what the
function of a slave girl is?"
Karen nodded.
"Are you willing to show me you don't need a spanking?"
As she said that, she slapped the paddle into an open palm. No one could
miss the threat, not even someone as dumb as the kneeling brunette.
Karen nodded again, more enthusiastically than before.
"Crawl forward."
Cathy spread her legs so the brunette could move closer.
"What is she up to?" one Amazon whispered to another. They all knew
Cathy. She liked nothing better than using a switch or paddle on a woman's
bottom.
"Humor her," came the whispered reply.
Cathy leaned forward so she could reach the buckle of the strap holding
the gag in Karen's mouth. Pushing the working end of the strap through the
buckle, she soon had the ends of the strap free. She pulled the ends toward her
at the same time with both hands, jerking the gag from the brunette's mouth.
The next step was to unbuckle her own crotch strap. Raising herself off
the seat, she pulled it back so her own pussy was visible.
"What do you want to do?"
"What?"
"Don't play dumb now. Your tongue. My pussy. Tell me what you want to
do?"
"I-I-I want to lick your pussy"
"Ask."
"P-please let me lick your pussy."
"Beg for it."
"P-p-please, please let me lick your pussy."
"Go ahead."
The brunette captive leaned forward. A few centimeters from her target,
she paused. Cathy could not tolerate resistance from a slave girl (or a future
slave girl). She placed both hands on the back of her head to pull Karen's face
into her pussy. The coed's tongue performed the job Cathy demanded, but she did
not do it well. The Amazon did not care. Karen would learn to do it right, and
with a little encouragement, she would do it with much ardor.
She signaled for her friends to hand her a leather slave collar. Placing
the palm of her left hand against Karen's forehead, she pushed her head back.
Karen looked up at her, her luscious lips parted a centimeter or two.
"Now, here is your next test. You get to decide just how much you want
to avoid a really bad spanking," Cathy held the slave collar in front of the
brunette's face with both hands. Her index fingers pointed to the center. "You
put your throat here, or you get a paddling from everyone here."
Karen had no idea how many women were there, but she was certain her ass
would not hold up to the sustained punishment the Amazons could give her. She
nodded, then moved her head forward when the Amazon lowered the collar to throat
level.
Cathy slipped the collar around the beautiful young woman's neck, then
pushed her face down to reveal the nape of her neck. Cathy needed only seconds
to get the ends buckled together. When she was done, she pushed Karen's head
back, holding it there by a strong grip on the coed's long tresses.
"Now I want you to use your tongue to thank me for turning you into a
slave girl."
Karen had done it before to Cathy so she knew what to do. The only
difference now was that she wore the collar of a slave girl. That collar about
her neck told everyone that she existed only to bring pleasure to others.
Cathy could tell her captive's tongue was becoming tired. She smiled as
she looked down. The beautiful brunette had a lot more licking to do before the
night was over.
"Not bad for the first time," she said as she pulled Karen's head up and
pushed it back. The brunette looked at the ceiling with her lips slightly
parted. Cathy wedged the bright red rubber ball between the young woman's teeth.
She pulled the strap over her head. The Amazon had no need to make it tight as
the gag would not be in her mouth long.
Cathy gestured to her left.
"Darcy, pull up a seat. Let our little bimbo friend here show you how
much she enjoys being a slave girl."
The Amazon gripped Karen's chin with her left hand.
"Crawl over there and please her."
Cathy waited until the captive had turned her back to her before rising.
As she turned toward Kim, she winked.
"What is that bitch up to?" someone whispered.
Kim did not notice the mistress's approach until Cathy grabbed a handful
of hair to insure she had the captive's undivided attention.
"Having fun, Kim? There is a lot more where this came from." Looking
over her left shoulder, she said in a loud voice, "Let's get a fresh tongue over
here for Kim."
The captive beauty could only stand helpless with her legs spread. Cathy
waited until a new slave girl had her mouth planted on Kim's pussy before
moving to Sue.
"I guess you would like the opportunity to perform without being
spanking, wouldn't you?" She slapped the beautiful brunette on the edge of her
right bottomcheek. Sue grunted a reply. "Too bad I'm not going to give you the
chance."
She had the paddle ready, the one she used to threaten Karen. She placed
her left hand on the brunette's lower back to steady her aim. The slave girl
kneeling behind Sue still had her tongue inside the coed. The captive's bottom
wiggled back and forth as she approached another orgasm.
Crack!
"Mmmmmffffftttttt!!"
Sue grunted her pain. Bound as she was, there was nothing else she could
do. Her hands wiggled back and forth but the holes formed by the boards were
much too small for her to extract them.
Crack!
"Mmmmmffffftttttt!!"
Turning to the others, she asked, "How many blows to her fanny do you
think she will take before she wants to beg for a slave collar.
Crack!
"Mmmmmffffftttttt!!"
Crack!
"Mmmmmffffftttttt!!"
How many could she take? (Crack! "Mmmmmffffftttttt!!") How many could
any young woman take before she decided she had suffered enough? (Crack!
"Mmmmmffffftttttt!!") The Amazons knew the result was inevitable. (Crack!
"Mmmmmffffftttttt!!") Sue would beg for a slave collar before they were done.
Several minutes later, Sue knelt on the floor before Cathy. The Amazon
had a slave collar ready, but did not hold it out for the captive to try on.
"How much did you suffer? Stand up, turn around, bend over, and hold
that position until I tell you to move."
The beautiful brunette started to rise, lost her balance, and fell to
the floor on her side.
The Amazons rewarded the effort with raucous laughter.
Cathy prodded Sue's ankle with the toe of her right boot.
"Do you really think that little show will keep you from getting a
spanking? Now move!"
Sue came back to a kneeling position. She had discovered that without
the use of her hands, it was extremely difficult to maintain her balance. As
soon as they had removed her from the pillory, Cathy had directed them to tie
her wrists together behind her back. When she tried to rise a second time, she
over compensated and fell in the other direction. Her knee smashed against the
floor but she did not fall over again. Slowly she came to her feet.
"Curtsey."
Sue looked at the mistress with a puzzled look on her face.
"Curtsey. Show me your respect."
Slowly she lowered one knee. No much of a curtsey, but it was sufficient
for a beginner.
"Now turn around."
The brunette turned, keeping one eye on the door at the far end of the
room. There were a dozen Amazons there and she wore high heeled sandals. She
knew she could not make it halfway across the room before they had her.
Cathy pulled her disrobing knife out. With a quick flick of her wrist
she cut the rope about the beautiful brunette's wrists.
"Pull your panties down really slow, and then put your hands on your
knees."
Sue tucked her thumbs in the waistband of the panties, slowly pushing
them down until they were so low she had completely uncovered her bottom.
Bending over, she presented her bottomcheeks to the woman who had the power to
inflict more punishment on them. With hands on her knees, her legs slightly
bent, she awaited the decision whether she was in for more punishment.
"They're red, true, but..."
Cathy heard a sobbing sound coming from the nubile captive. She was
certain Sue would beg for a slave collar to avoid another spanking. The Amazon
wanted to smile.
"Straighten up. Pull those panties up. Now turn toward me and curtsey
again."
The brunette obeyed quickly. As Cathy guessed, Sue was willing to do
anything to avoid another spanking.
"I'm going to give you a series of tests, just to see how much you want
to avoid a paddling. Now curtsey and turned around with your hands crossed
behind your back.'
Once Sue had done that, Cathy motioned for someone to hand her another
rope. Quickly she tied the captive's wrists together again.
"Turn around and curtsey again."
The brunette turned toward Cathy. Once again she curtseyed. This one was
no better than the other had been.
"I am going to give you an across-the-knee spanking with a bare hand.
Then you are going to thank me for spanking you."
Cathy pulled the young woman across her lap. Reaching under the short
skirt, she jerked the panties down.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Sue tried to take the blows stoically but by the third slap she was
crying through the gag while kicking her legs up and down frantically.
When she had finished, Cathy shoved the helpless woman on the floor. Sue
lay helplessly bound at her feet. Tears continued to stream down her face.
"Now, stand up and curtsey."
Slowly the beautiful woman arose. She curtseyed, wondering if this was
to be the prelude to more spanking.
"Step forward so you are standing between my legs. "
Once in this position, the Amazon could pull up Sue's panties.
"Now kneel."
Cathy removed the gag.
"Now thank me for spanking you."
The "thanks" would be oral, but not verbal.
The beautiful woman knew what would happen to her if she did not satisfy
her mistress. She was inexperienced, and her tongue quickly grew tired, but she
continued to wiggle it back and forth, up and down, in the Amazon's pussy.
Cathy gave her the signal to stop by pushing her head back. With one
hand she rammed the rubber ball back into Sue's mouth. She bent the woman's head
forward so she could buckle the ends of the strap behind her head.
"Now, I have a little present for you."
The present, of course, was the slave collar. Cathy held it down so Sue
could place her throat against the center of it. In seconds she wore the symbol
of a slave girl.
Cathy removed the gag again.
"Now I want you to thank me for turning you into a slave girl."
Sue pressed her mouth on the Amazon's pussy. Everyone now would consider
her a slave girl. They could punish her for any trivial reason. She knew she had
to obey quickly.
In a couple minutes, Cathy reinserted the gag. She then pointed to her
left where Darcy sat. Karen was busy servicing another Amazon beyond her.
"Move over in front of her and curtsey."
Sue rose, and almost fell over again. She made her way to the next
Amazon and curtseyed.
Darcy pulled the young woman across her lap. Reaching under the short
skirt, she jerked the panties down.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Sue made no attempt to take the blows stoically but from the beginning
cried through the gag while she kicked her legs up and down frantically.
When the Amazon finished, Sue used her tongue to thank her for the
spanking. She then moved to her right where another Amazon waited.
Cathy, meanwhile, had turned her attention to Joan. The tall Amazon did
not offer her the chance to beg for a collar. The paddle landed rapidly on one
cheek and then the other. Cathy stopped only when both were bright red.
Cathy shared the Amazon's disdain for blondes. Blondes, they believed,
were fit for nothing but a slave collar. She did not have to persuade Joan that
she should be a slave girl. She was a blonde. Slavery was something that came
naturally to her.
Within a few minutes the blonde wore a collar. She knelt with her face
pressed into Cathy's crotch.
The Amazons moved more chairs into the room. When Cathy stood, she
motioned for them to move her chair to the end of the line.
Cathy left the room to get a drink. When she returned, she studied the
scene. The first three captives knelt on the floor, faces pressed into the
crotches of Amazons. One-at-a-time they shifted to the right and had moved along
one wall and part way down the next. The Amazons moved the vacant chair on the
right to the left end of the line. They presented their luscious captives with a
never-ending line of pussies to service.
After several minutes, Cathy signaled a couple of Amazons to help her
drag a spanking bench forward. This device was two meters long and half a meter
wide. In the center there was a roll of padding half a meter in diameter.
"There seems to be an inconsistency here."
She moved over behind Sue. With the toe of her boot she lifted the hem
of the miniskirt.
"Here, we have a pair of bright red cheeks."
She stepped forward to Joan.
"And here we have another pair of red buns."
That left Karen.
"But these are pristine white."
Though the kneeling slave girl could hear what she said, she could not
see Cathy signaled that she wanted the beautiful brunette to stop. The Amazon's
right hand grabbed a fistful of dark tresses to pull the captive's head back. As
Karen opened her mouth to scream, the Amazon wedged the rubber ball in her
mouth. In seconds, Cathy had Karen gagged so effectively that she could not
utter more than a grunt.
"Drag her over here."
Two Amazons pulled the young woman to her feet and across the floor.
They dumped her on the spanking bench to her bottom was the highest part of her
body. Cathy knelt on one side to fastened a broad leather strap across her upper
thighs. Other Amazons joined in, one fastening a similar strap across her back
and arms, another across her neck and a third across her ankles.
They had Karen in the perfect position for a spanking, and the helpless
captive could only wait for her punishment.
"Bring those other two over here, and untie them."
They dragged the captives to their feet and across the room. Cathy
signaled for Joan to be positioned on Karen's right, and Sue on her left. The
Amazons cut the ropes binding their hands behind their backs. They still wore
gags, they still wore collars. They were only slave girls.
"What we have here are a pair of virgin bottomcheeks. Do you think it's
fair that your ass is on fire and she hasn't received a single swat?"
The two shook their heads.
"We are going to have a little contest here. You two will spank Karen's
bottom until you think it is brighter redder than yours. When you stop, the
contest is over. You can use either hand. When one arm gets tired, switch over
to the other, and then switch back. Just be certain that when you stop, her
bottom is redder than yours. Begin."
Karen could not believe that her own roommates would spank her. They
were friends. They were comrades. They were...
Slapslap!
"Mmmmmffffffttttt!!"
The pain was not that great, but the humiliation of being spanking by
her own friends was.
Slapslap!
"Mmmmmffffffttttt!!"
Slapslap! Slapslap! Slapslap! Slapslap! Slapslap!
Bound as she was, Karen did not have the luxury of being able to squirm
about.
Slapslap! Slapslap! Slapslap! Slapslap! Slapslap! Slapslap!
"Remember girls, it's Karen's fault that you are in this predicament. If
she had not allowed herself to be bound first, you would not be wearing collars
yourself."
Slapslap! Slapslap! Slapslap! Slapslap! Slapslap! Slapslap!
The tempo of the blows increased and became harder.
"Mmmmmffffffttttt!!"
To switch arms, they had to face in the opposite direction. This they
did several times.
Cathy sat to wait.
`"How long are you going to let them keep this up?"
"Until I get tired." That statement brought laughter.
After half an hour the blows no longer had the force they had at the
beginning.
"Okay, girls, you're not doing any good. Face in the same direction as
Karen. Bend over. Good. While maintaining that position, pull your panties down
so we can see your bottomcheeks. Then lean up against Karen so we can do a
comparison."
Were their bottoms redder? It did not matter as Cathy intended for them
to suffer more.
"Both of you, pull your panties up. I didn't tell you to straighten up."
Cathy waited until they were done.
"Okay, Sue. Straighten up and step over here facing in that direction.
Now bend over and grab your ankles."
The beautiful brunette took the desired position. Bent over, everyone
could see her panties.
"Come over here, Joan."
While the blonde moved around the spanking bench, Cathy retrieved her
favorite wooden paddle.
"That is your target," she said, handing the paddle to the blonde. "One
swat, and you had better make it hard."
Joan moved about. She really did not know what to. What did she have to
know about using a paddle on a woman's bottom? Holding the paddle with both
hands, she drew it back, then swung it forward.
Whack!
Sue jumped forward, straightening up, her hands moving back to her
bottom. Such behavior was unacceptable for a slave girl, but Cathy didn't mind.
"Okay, Joan. Now you take Sue's place."
The blonde moved over to where Sue had stood. She stared down at her
feet.
"Bend over. Grab your ankles. Sue come over here. It's your turn."
The brunette took the paddle and moved around into the desired position.
"Remember how much it hurt when she did it to you."
Sue pulled the paddle back all the way.
Whack!!
"Now stand next to Joan. Bend over and pull your panties down. Joan, I
want you to pull yours down too. Hurry! Now hands on your knees."
Cathy moved closed to Karen. Looking at the other two, she flipped the
paddle forward against the brunette's bottom.
Whack!!
She giggled when she saw the two jump. All three were crying.
Whack!!
This blow landed on the right side of Karen's right cheek.
Whack!!
Now the left cheek.
Cathy took the paddle in her left hand and with her free right felt the
captive's punished flesh.
"Hmmmmm! Nice and warm."
Sue's bottom was next. She jumped when she felt the Amazon's hand on her
sore bottom. Joan did the same.
Looking around the room, Cathy sought assessment.
"I would say we have three submissive slave girls here. Any dissenters?"
All she heard were murmuring of agreement.
Cathy looked over at Kim and smiled.
"Next!"
Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilo
Chapter 56
Let us digress again.
After leaving the Amazon compound with her two slave girls in tow,
Sherri hurried across town. Her route took her away from the town square, away
from Canjac's stronghold, toward a section of the town we have not explored yet.
Her pair of slave girls trotted along behind her at the end of their
leashes. Usually she had to drag them, but this time Janice trotted to keep up
with her. Is there any wonder? While Paulette's leash led to her collar,
Janice's leash led to the largest pussy ring. The slightest tension could be
quite painful. (For that very reason, Sherri tugged on it every few seconds.)
In route to their destination, the three crossed the Street of Slavers (
known as "Big Boob Boulevard") where many signs encouraged passers-by to stop in
to look at the wares on sale. These were reputable establishments with long
histories of providing delectable slave girls to masters and mistresses. (They
did maintain warehouses outside the city walls where they kept their choice
inventory. A comely wench looking for a special slave girl might be invited out
there to look at the "special" inventory. You can guess what happens next.)
Sherri's destination lay a few streets beyond in the garment district.
These shops provided quality garments for slave girls. (This was a labor
intensive industry as little material went into the garments.) Turning left down
the street, she passed several stores until she reached one that had a sign in
front reading: "Bridal Bondage Boutique (Bridesmaids a Speciality!)."
Sherri walked past the entrance (that she knew was reserved from free
men and women). The entrance for slave girls was on the side. Six slave girls
waited there. Two stood against the wall, arms and legs spread, offering their
pussies and bottoms to anyone passing by.
The other four were tethered to brackets on a chain track. This store
had a total of twelve tracks. Sherri tethered her two slave girls to brackets.
The tether line ran from Paulette's collar to the bracket. The mistress
connected the tether line to the large ring on Janice's pussy. She noted the
numbers above each line, and went inside repeating them to herself to remember
them.
"You're late," the clerk announced sternly when she saw Sherri.
"I'm sorry," Sherri apologized insincerely, "I had to make a little
adjustment to one of my slave girls bondage."
"Go on back. They're waiting for you."
Sherri had brought Janice and Paulette here for the final fitting for
their bridesmaids dresses. Yes, the big day was rapidly approaching!
Outside, the two slave girls waited patiently since there was nothing
else they could do. They had been here several times before. They knew the
routine. They were nothing more than slave girls. They would wait until their
mistress needed them.
A few minutes after Sherri disappeared inside, a chain track jerked into
operation. The bracket over Janice's head moved toward the building, forcing the
beautiful slave girl to follow. Believe it or not, the nubile captive moved
quickly. She doubted Sherri could intentionally jerk her pussy ring, but this
setup was mechanical. No one inside could see what the device did to her.
As she approached the building, she fell to her knees. The track moved
toward the ground, forcing all captives to crawl into the building. All who
entered this way were slave girls.
This was positive reinforcement for any slave girl, reminding her of her
servile status.
Paulette remained outside, staring straight ahead. She heard people
moving behind her but did not dare turn to look.
Once in a while a person would stop to take advantage of her oversized
chest ornaments. She preferred it when men fondled her massive mammaries. A
woman might be jealous of their size and pinch the nipples. Men, on the other
hand, enjoyed the feel of the pliant flesh. Paulette wished she were bound up
against the wall so men could use her.
She glanced to her left when she heard the chain moving. Janice appeared
in sight, her knees moving quickly to keep the chain from pulling on her pussy.
Sherri appeared in sight, exiting the building through the entrance in
front. She acknowledged Paulette's presence by squeezing her right tittie
"You're next, Dearie."
Paulette stared at the bracket over her head, waiting for movement so
she could move forward. Sherri though had other priorities for the moment.
The young mistress concentrated on Janice, first leading to the wall
where two of her sister-slaves waited with legs spread.
"Spread 'em."
As soon as the beautiful captive had her legs spread to the desired
width, Sherri squatted to attach a leather cuff to the right ankle. A short
chain to a ring in the concrete made it impossible for Janice to move that leg
to the left. Sherri moved to the other side to repeat the process.
This left Janice standing with her legs spread, a little more than a
meter from the side of the building. Sherri removed her handcuffs.
"Hands on the wall."
Janice had been bound in this position several times before so she knew
what to expect. Her mistress fastened shackles to her wrists so she could not
straighten up. She had to remain bent over, her bare bottom presented to anyone
coming by. Her pussy was available for the use of any man who wanted to use it.
Wait a minute! Janice's pussy was ringed shut! No man could use it!
Sherri retrieved a willowy switch from a container near the entrance and
inserted it in a cup in the ground next to Janice's left ankle. No need to make
anyone walk a few steps to do what she wanted them to do to her slave girl.
The mistress went into the building to oversee Paulette's fitting.
That left Janice alone in the street. She had been bound in that
helpless positive several times before. Only this time there was a difference.
The first man who happened along was in a hurry. He had no time to dally
with an available slave girl. Still...
Crack!
The little slave girl was not available. The pussy rings kept her labia
locked.
Crack!
Perhaps he could afford to spend a few minutes here.
Crack!
The slave girl had to be punished.
Crack!
She existed for no other reason than to please men.
Crack!
With the pussy rings she could not please any man.
Crack!
She deserved punishment.
Crack!.
He ran his hand over Janice's bare ass. The blows had left red welts all
over her bottom.
The beautiful brunette sobbed silently as he walked away. She knew any
man would feel obligated to punish her for those pussy rings.
"At least it's over," she rationalized.
No sooner had that idea slipped through her mind than another man
approached.
Like the first, he intended to pass by, that is, until he saw the pussy
rings.
Crack!
The slave girl had to be punished.
Crack!
Just a few days earlier, when Janice first received her collar, and was
being "gangbanged" in the inn, Clarissa had said, Janice is going to look back
upon this afternoon as the good old days.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Maybe she was right.
Crack!
While Janice eagerly awaits her mistress's return, let's look in on
related scenes occurring about town.
Toward the center of the town, in an exclusive tea room, Clarissa met
with Robyn for a late lunch.
"The service here really is superb," Clarissa commented, sipping her
orange pekoe.
"You know, I work in a place like this," Robyn said.
"And do a crumby job of taking care of customers," thought the Amazon.
"Oh, really?" she said aloud.
"Only it's not as nice as this."
Clarissa signaled for more crumpets. The waitress wore a French Maid's
outfit and a slave collar. The harness she wore kept her elbows secured to her
sides. The silver serving tray was strapped to her wrists. As she offered the
crumpets to the two, she bent her knees a little and leaned over. Her large,
bare bosom wobbled over the food.
"I don't know which is more tantalizing," Robyn said, pinching a titty
before selecting another crumpet.
Clarissa only smiled. Robyn did not remember her. The two were something
more than acquaintances now. She had only to toy with her a little more before
inviting her back to her place for dinner, dinner and a collar.
At the college of cosmetology, Debbie finishes a job interview.
"So, when can you start?"
"Tomorrow," Charlene replied, "If you need me that soon."
"I do. I don't know what happened to Julie. She was fairly competent
but..." Debbie shrugged, then cupped her hands under her bosom to indicate a
pair even larger than hers (though that is hard to imagine). "I guess what they
say is true: The bigger they are, the dumber they are."
Charlene glanced at Debbie's oversized mounds and nodded in agreement.
The buxom brunette frowned as she stared down at Charlene's application.
"I wonder what happened to Julie," she mumbled under her breath.
An interesting point of idle speculation.
Of course, we know what happened to her, but as Debbie asked the
question, where was she?
Could she be kneeling in some training room, using her tongue to bring
pleasure to a seemingly endless succession of slave girls? Or perhaps she is
impatiently waiting in line for her own turn.
She might be kneeling in some Amazon's quarters, her arms secured to her
body my myriad black leather straps, a yummy ballgag filling her mouth, a
blindfold over her eyes. When the Amazon returns, Julie will be most anxiously
to thank her.
She might be dressed as a French Maid, making her way around the
building doing meaningless little chores to show everyone just how servile she
was.
Or perhaps she is strapped to a wooden horse in some chamber waiting for
the next blow to fall on her bare ass.
She might even be in that room with the four coeds. Perhaps that was her
face between Karen's or Joan's or Sue's legs. Perhaps she was one of the two
slave girls teasing Kim with her tongue.
None of that matters though.
She is only another slave girl.
Across town Sherri waited patiently for some man to finish whipping
Janice's ass. She smiled broadly and had to work hard to keep from laughing
outloud.
When the man walked away, she moved up behind Janice to study her
vulnerable bottom. There were dozens of red marks over it where men had punished
Janice for her ringed pussy. (A couple of mistresses stopped also, just to show
their displeasure with the little slave girl's condition).
"Mmmmffffftttt!"
The mistress rubbed her hand over her captive's sore bottom.
"Tell me, Janice. Did you miss me?"
The beautiful captive nodded vigorously. She wanted her mistress to keep
hold of her leash to protect her.
Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilo
Chapter 57
Kim was in no position to resist as Cathy moved to the next phase of her
submission. The beautiful coed wanted to run, to knock them down and beat them
to take her revenge. She could do nothing though. The oral punishment Cathy
inflicted on her while she was bound had exhausted her. She could only wait
until the next torment began.
An Amazon pulled the French Maid to her feet and wedged a bright red
rubber ballgag between her teeth. She propelled the slave girl across the room
with a shove to the upper back. Kim was sorry to her go. While they had not
allowed her to achieve an orgasm, it had felt so good to feel a tongue playing
across her labia. The captive beauty wondered how long it would be before they
had her doing that to others.
"Somebody free her legs and strip her down the rest of the way, except
for the heels," the tall Amazon ordered as she retrieved a shiny garment from
across the room.
"Well, tell me honestly, Kim, don't you think you will look divine in
this?"
She held up the golden, silk miniskirt she had shown Clarissa earlier in
the day. Kim looked but did not see.
"You know, usually skirts this short say: 'Use me! Use me!' but I think
this one fairly screams 'Spank me! Spank me!'"
Cathy giggled.
With the ballgag filling her mouth, Kim was incapable of replying.
"Let's see what this looks like on you." She gestured to a pair of
Amazons who had removed the remainder of Kim's clothing. "Lift up her legs and
hold them together."
Two Amazons raised the beautiful coed's legs so they pointed forward. To
keep Kim from choking on the pillory, each placed one arm under the captive's
bottom to support the weight of her body while the other arm held her legs
together.
Cathy had little trouble getting the sexy silk garment on. The coed had
shapely legs so the Amazon had no trouble at first. With little effort on her
part, the tiny garment slid easily from her feet to her knees.
"Put her down."
Once she had it up to the captive's thighs, Kim could do nothing to stop
the Amazon mistress from pulling it up the remainder of the way. A zipper on the
side pulled the silk tautly across the young woman's hips and the top of her
fanny. The miniskirt was smaller at the hem so it would not rise higher on the
wearer's legs. A strap secured it about Kim's hips so it would not slide down.
Once she had Kim freed of the pillory, Cathy looped a chain leash about
the coed's neck and secured it in place with the hook on the end. Bound as she
was, Kim could do nothing to escape it. The chain served as a collar and leash.
The other Amazons had been busy while Cathy dressed Kim. The three
newly-collared slave girls continued to work as their mistresses changed their
bondage. By the time Cathy finished, they had the other three back in
singlegloves.
"Line up the others so they can watch."
Amazons rammed ballgags into open mouths. Rather than have the three
captives move on their own, the Amazons simply rotated them about by pulling on
their shoulders. The three moved about on their knees. Once they faced Cathy and
Kim in some semblance of a line, their mistresses fastened together the ends of
the straps.
"Okay, Kim. Strut your stuff."
Jerking twice on the chain, she indicated the captive should walk
forward. Kim was hesitant, but knew she was in no position to resist the Amazon.
She let Cathy lead her past her three kneeling roommates. At the end of the line
they made a small circle before parading back past them again.
"That wasn't very good."
"I think we should pound her ass," an Amazon volunteered. Cathy flashed
her a smile, an indication that what she had said fitted the tall Amazon's plan.
"I don't know. We'll give her one more chance. Wiggle that butt so it
says: 'Use me! Use me!"
Kim knew the Amazons had no use for her ass, except at a target for a
spanking. The only thing she had that would interest them was her tongue.
A tug on the leash started Kim forward again. Her hips moved from side
to side, partly because she wanted to, and partly because of the high heels.
More than one Amazon licked her lips at the sight of the shiny material flowing
from one bottomcheek to the other.
"That still doesn't look right. Maybe we need something to compare it
to. Why don't we dress the other three like her, and then we can decide how good
she is? Kim, get down on your knees I want you to have a good view of the
proceedings."
Amazons pulled the three captives to their feet and helped them into
miniskirts identical to Kim's. There was a difference though. The tight fit
caused the material to press snugly against sore bottoms. The three little slave
girls whimpered through the gags as their mistresses pulled the zippers up. When
they were done, the Amazons had them kneel in a line again.
"Now, let's have a contest. Joan, you're first."
The blonde paraded back and forth in front of Kim. When she finished, it
was Sue's turn, followed by Karen's.
"I dunno..."
Cathy brought Kim to her feet and then led her captive across the room.
Kim tried to wiggle her hips in the most suggestive manner she had seen slave
girls do all the time.
"Well, she is trying." She smiled at Kim. "I think we should give her a
reward. Kneel."
Kim stared up at the Amazons. She had no doubt that she would not like
this "reward."
Pointing to her captive, she said, "Put her in pigtails." To show
exactly what she wanted she tapped herself on both sides of the head just above
the ears.
While two Amazons adjust the brunette's hair, Cathy retrieved a ballgag
harness from the far end of the room. Kim offered no resistance as the Amazon
removed one ballgag to replace it with another. Cheek straps ran from the
central strap across her cheeks to the bridge of her nose where they were
riveted together. A single strap continued up over her forehead and through the
part in her hair. That strap buckled to the central strap at the nape of her
neck.
The remaining strap was the chin strap.
"Bite down on the ball! Harder! Harder!"
Cathy pinched the young woman's left nipple.
"Don't you understand the word 'harder?'"
The chin strap made it impossible for the captive beauty to relax the
pressure on her jaw. No matter how hard she tried, she would be unable to utter
more than a muffled grunt.
Though they were still in the dark about Cathy's plan, many of the
Amazons smiled. The brunette was taking steps to insure Kim's total silence.
Whatever was in store for the beautiful coed must entail a great need for
screaming for a woman without a gag.
To the chin strap Cathy attached a bell. The clapper was extra large so
Kim did not have to move much to ring it.
Cathy attached circular bells to Kim's pigtails with yarn to hold them
in place. She knotted the yard so the bells hung down.
The tall Amazon held the remaining two bells up for Kim to see. Three
circular bells dangled down from clips. Cathy opened and closed the clips.
"Guess where these go!"
Rubbing the sides of her hands over the coed's bosom, she soon had the
nipples hard and pointed. A clip went on each.
"Now, let's see if you can move quietly."
She led the captive in the familiar route across the room and back. No
matter how hard Kim tried, bells jangled the entire time.
"Perfect!" she said with a smile.
The Amazon turned her attention to the three kneeling slave girls who
were quite happy that Cathy was not giving her attention to them.
"Dress them up the same way Kim is, only without the ballgag harnesses.
Leave their gags the way they are now."
Cathy turned her attention back to Kim. The chain ran from the
brunette's throat to the floor. She squatted to pick it up.
"Come on, Kim, let's get you ready. You are going to have the chance to
show us just how submissive your want to be."
Kim did not want to be submissive, but she was in no position to
disobey. She had seen what they did to the other three. She staggered to her
feet, then followed Cathy from the room.
In a matter of minutes, the Amazons had the other three slave girls
belled as Kim was. Parading around the room, the three discovered it was
impossible to move without making a lot of noise.
To provide some entertainment while they awaited the tall brunette's
return, they had two captives standing facing one another while an Amazon led
the third in a small circle about her two sister-slaves. The idea was to be as
quiet as possible.
Silence was impossible. As the slave girls tried and failed, the Amazons
ridiculed them. After one had made two noisy circles, she replaced one of the
two in the center. There she could listen to the taunts of the Amazons as her
replacement tried and failed.
"Now, if we will move to another room, Kim will have a chance to perform
for us," Cathy announced from the doorway.
One Amazon led each captive toward the door to the hall. Cathy's eyes
shifted back and forth as she watched the procession move toward her. She did
not move from the doorway, so it was impossible for them to leave the room.
"Wait a minute. This is their first time out in public, so to speak. I
don't think they should be quiet about it. Quite the contrary. I think they
should advertise their new status and just how beautiful the look."
The tall Amazon stepped forward to Karen. Placing her left hand on the
brunette's tummy and her right on the back of her head, she exerted just enough
pressure for the captive to bend forward. Karen's large titties dangled down
freely, the bells dangling down from the nipples.
"Now, as you walk, I want to see those mammaries swing from side-to-side
so the bells ring. "You can swing your head too."
When the Amazon pulled on the leash, Karen stepped forward again. As she
walked, she moved her shoulders forward and back, causing her titties to wobble
and the bells to ring.
She knew everyone in the building could hear those bells. Probably
people in the street too, she thought.
Cathy pointed at Sue, then at the floor. This beautiful brunette also
bent over and moved so her titties caused the bells to ring.
Joan had to wait for no orders. As soon as she saw Sue bend forward, she
did the same.
Cathy skipped down the hall past Karen. Behind her the sounds of ringing
bells filled the hall. Other Amazons, attracted by the sound, came into the
hallway ahead of them. Cathy waved them forward so they could join the fun.
She had left the door to the punishment room open, but to insure there
was no error, she stood in the open doorway as the first slave girl paraded
past. When the Amazons saw the room that was Cathy's destination, they began to
understand what devious plan she had in mind.
Kim stood in the center of a spanking platform about half a meter above
the floor. The three walls behind her and on both sides held every imaginable
whip, switch, paddle and crop.
"Have them kneel so they can watch. I want them to understand what will
happen to them if they do not behave."
What could they not understand? If they misbehave, they get spanked. If
they behave, they get spanked. Life is simple.
They led the three over in front of the helpless captive. Karen was
first in line. They forced her to kneel ahead of Kim and a little to her right.
As they tethered the end of her leash to the platform, another Amazon forced Sue
to her knees. Joan quickly joined her on the end, ahead of Kim and slightly to
her left.
Cathy positioned Kim in the center of the device so her ankles were
against a curved bar. A second bar came up behind her legs. When locked into
place, the two curved bars formed a circle of steel about the captive's ankles.
Kim could not move her feet from that position.
A chain dangled down from the ceiling as far as Kim's waist. It ran
through pulleys to a windlass under the device. Cathy attached the end of the
chain to the ring at the end of Kim's singleglove.
Another chain ran from the ring on top the ballgag harness to the chain.
"Now this is what we are going to do..."
She selected a leather paddle from a hook on the wall. The functional
part of the paddle was forty centimeters long and ten wide. The wooden handle
was eighteen centimeters long and three and half in diameter.
While it looked formidable to the inexperienced eye, the Amazons knew
Cathy had chosen one of the gentlest paddles. Some Amazons even compared this
paddle to a lover's kiss.
That gives you an idea of how terrible the other implements were.
"This is what we call a paddle."
She slapped it in her hand as she walked in front of Kim
"Have you started without me?"
Clarissa strolled into the room with a broad grin on her face. She had
reason to be in a good mood. Robyn was walking right into her trap.
"Started? We're near the end!"
"Bring me up to speed."
Cathy spent two minutes explaining what had happened thus far.
"Now, can I continue?"
The tall Amazon held the paddle in front of Kim.
"This is what we call a paddle."
"Hey, Clarissa, there's someone here to see you."
Cathy threw the paddle over her shoulder where it bounced off the wall.
She raised her arms in the air as a sign of surrender to the fates who seemed
dedicated to keeping her from finishing with Kim.
"Who is it? We're kinda busy here."
"It's Debbie. She said she wants to know how things are going."
"Debbie." The Amazon frowned as she looked at Cathy. "I think we should
let her watch."
Cathy nodded. She could not wait until she had the opportunity to use
this paddle on Debbie's bottom. She spent many hours contemplating what it would
look like as it turned from pristine white to a warm red.
Clarissa left the room, returning five minutes later with Debbie. She
smiled at everyone. She knew what Debbie's fate would be.
"I'm sorry I'm late," she said as she walked past Kim. " I had to
interview a new administrative assistant. This one should work out well."
Give the Amazons credit. None of them snickered.
"So, where are we?"
Cathy retrieved the paddle.
"This is a paddle and I can't remember what it's used for," she asked
with a befuddled look on her face. She scratched the side of her face with the
edge of the paddle.
The Amazons erupted into laughter.
With a mischievous grin on her face, she Amazon fondled Kim's
silk-covered bottom.
"Oh, now I remember."
She patted Kim on the bottom.
"You are going to take 25 swats with this paddle on your fanny. You are
going to take them with pleasure. You are going to take them with enjoyment. You
will savor each blow. You will..."
"Oh, cut the crap, Cathy."
The Amazon glared at the speaker. She turned her attention back to Kim.
"What you are going to do, Kim, is bend over so your nice little bottom
sticks back for me to hit. I want that silk spread tightly across your ass.
Those 25 swats? A swat counts only if you can take it without ringing any of
those bells."
As she finished, the tall Amazon extended the paddle to prod the bell
dangling from the coed's left tittie. It jingled.
"And these little toys don't take much for them to ring."
Cathy moved around behind the captive. Kim tried to look over her left
shoulder to follow the woman's movements.
"What is truly great about the outfit you are wearing is the way it
emphasizes you bottomcheeks." She pressed her lips together as her eyebrows
dropped. "As I think about it, your little friends are on the wrong side. They
need to be behind you so they can see how the silk works." She waved her left
hand from the left to the right. "Bring them around behind her."
Willing hands pulled the three captives to their feet and pushed them
around behind the device. Within seconds the three knelt facing Kim's back. The
luscious brunette's fanny was about a meter before them and just a few
centimeters higher than their faces.
"Okay, Kim, now bend over so they can see what it looks like."
Not surprising it, the beautiful captive remained standing upright. She
looked in Cathy's direction and shook her head, the various bells ringing.
Cathy looked at her friends as she flashed a wicked grin.
"This is going to be fun!"
Moving to Kim's left, she placed a foot on a metal pedal.
"Now, girls, pay attentions to the movement of her bottomcheeks against
the silk."
As she finished that statement, she stomped down on the pedal with her
left foot. Gears under the device turned. A light chain running to the ceiling
moved downwards a few centimeters. More gears in the ceiling reacted, spinning
about enough to shortening the chain running down to Kim's single glove.
As the chain became shorter, it drew Kim's bound hands in the air behind
her. She had no choice but to bend over. The chain from the head harness to the
chain forced her head back so she had to stare straight ahead.
The three kneeling slave girls saw none of that and simply did not care.
As Kim bent over, her bottom cheeks exploded against the silk. The light
reflected off the shiny material, emphasizing the movement.
"Let's see that again."
Cathy stepped down on the brake release. The chain to the ceiling
loosened, allowing the captive to straighten up.
"Now bend over, Kim."
This time Kim stared straight ahead, as though ignoring the Amazon's
order would keep Cathy from forcing her to act.
The gears meshed together with a noticeable scraping sound. Once again
Kim's bottom cheeks exploded against the silk.
"Did you see that?" Cathy asked, addressing the question to the kneeling
captives. All three nodded. All were glad it was Kim up on the device and not
them.
Cathy prodded the nearest slave girl with the toe of her boot.
"On your feet, Sue. Face me. Now bend over."
The beautiful brunette did as she was ordered, maintaining the position
until her mistress told her to straighten up.
"Okay, now straighten up and then bend over again."
The brunette did as she was ordered. She knew what would happen to her
if she disobeyed.
"Okay, Karen, on your feet. Move over here. Sue, go over and kneel down
next to Joan."
The second brunette showed off her silk miniskirt for her sister-slaves.
Then it was Joan's turn.
The Amazons said nothing during this exhibition (though Debbie was
becoming bored). They knew that Cathy was instilling in the captives the
knowledge that the miniskirt they wore served no other function than to make
their bottoms even more tempting targets for a spanking.
"Okay, move them around in front. I want them kneeling so they can watch
Kim's eyes while she shows us what a good little slave girl she wants to be."
Everyone's attention was on the three captives moving around in front of
Kim, but all knew that ringing was Kim shaking her head. She did not want to be
a good little slave girl.
She did not want to be a slave girl at all.
Like she had a choice.
"Now it's your turn to show off your charms," Cathy said as she pinched
Kim's left tittie. The bell jingled.
"This timer will ring twenty seconds after I press the button. When you
hear it, you will bend over for a swat. After I deliver it, you will straighten
up until the timer rings again. The timer will ring in twenty seconds, but that
does not mean you will get the swat right away. Ready?"
Cathy pressed the button on the timer and stepped back with her arms
folded across her chest. She knew what Kim would do, or rather what she would
not do.
"R-r-ring!"
Kim remained upright.
Cathy moved up beside the captive. Her right hand gently caressed the
beautiful brunette's silk- covered fanny.
"I was hoping you would refuse. You see, I was going to use this leather
paddle on you, but if I have to persuade you to bend over, I'm going to use a
wooden one."
The Amazon retrieved a two-handed paddle that she stuck in front of
Kim's face.
"I'll be generous. I'm going to give you another chance."
She pressed the button.
Rring!
Cathy stepped on the pedal. Kim's hands shot up in the air, her head
came down and back, and her bottomcheeks exploded against the silk.
Cathy drew the paddle back and swung it as hard as she could.
Whack!!!
Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilo
Chapter 58
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
As she swung the paddle forward, Cathy stepped on the pedal that
released the chain. Kim reacted as she was supposed to. The sudden pain in her
bottom caused the beautiful brunette to straighten up. The relaxation of tension
on the chain allowed the young captive to do that. She jerked upright.
"Don't you agree it would have been much better had you done as I said?"
Cathy placed her left hand against the coed's bottom until she felt the
flesh grow warm through the silk. She moved around in front of Kim. As she did
so, the eyes of the three kneeling slave girls followed her. Each captive knew
she could replace the unfortunate Kim if Cathy chose to.
They were well on their way to becoming good little slave girls. The
three would do anything to avoid further punishment.
"Are you going to be a good little girl from now on?"
Cathy asked the question without looking at the captive. Her gaze was on
the timer. She slapped the button down so it starting counting the seconds until
the luscious coed had to bend over.
Kim made no answer but stared at the tall Amazon with tearing streaming
down her face. If she refused to obey, she would be spanked again. (She blocked
out that simple fact that she would be spanked regardless.) If she nodded, she
was showing she was ready to become a slave girl. Regardless of her decision,
she would be punished. Her pain would bring pleasure to others. That was her
role as a slave girl.
R-r-ring!
Cathy let the paddle swing back and forth at knee level as she slowly
returned to her working position behind Kim. As she drew the paddle back, she
stepped on the lever. The chain rattled through the pulley as it drew the
captive's arms into the air.
Whack!!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Cathy stepped forward to slap the button on the timer. She ignored Kim
as she made her way to the three kneeling roommates.
"Do you think she is going to obey this time?"
Sue answered first by shaking her head. The bells attached to her
pigtails jingled.
"We have one 'no' vote. We have two, three, three 'no' votes. Kim, I
suspect they think you need much more punishment. "
She turned back to the kneeling slave girls, who looked up at her with
adoration that only fear came bring.
"Should I use this wooden paddle on her even if she does obey?"
The answer was more jingling, though not as loud.
"Kim, all three think I should use this paddle on your bottom
regardless. Your three friends seem to think you haven't suffered enough yet.
The choice is yours."
R-r-ring!
Cathy looked over at the timer when it sounded, then back at Kim. She
flashed a too polite smile.
"Your choice."
Again she stomped on the lever, forcing Kim's bottomcheeks to explode
against the shiny silk.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Cathy moved back toward the front of the device. She slapped the button
down again.
"I must congratulate you, Kim. You certainly have more courage than I
gave you credit for. Most captives would have begun obeying after two blows.
They can't take the pain" She paused, then let a trace of a smile spread across
her lips. "Unless, of course, you are on of those truly gifted slave girls who
enjoys pain.".
R-r-ring!
How much pain can a young woman take before she submits? In Kim's case,
it was three blows from the wooden paddle. As Cathy approached the location from
which she spanked Kim, the beautiful brunette bent over, presenting her bottom
for a spanking.
Cathy traded the wooden paddle for the leather one. She moved back
where Kim could see her. Since the chain pulled her head back so she could only
stare straight ahead, Cathy had to move around in front of her to be seen.
"See! This leather paddle is much softer than that nasty wooden one."
As she said it, she rubbed the leather surface over Kim's chin. The
pliant paddle bent from the slight pressure, but Kim still knew it would hurt.
The tall Amazon returned to her place behind Kim. She took her time as
she wanted Kim to acclimate herself to submitting to the blows. While inflicting
pain on another woman's fanny was true fun that was not the reason she did this.
Okay, maybe it was the reason she did it but the Amazons wanted submission from
the captives. If Cathy did not get them to submit quickly, the Amazons would
find someone else to do it.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Cathy returned to the front of the device so Kim could see her.
"Go ahead, straighten up. Now, wasn't that much better than that wood
paddle?" The captive nodded. Jingle, jingle, jingle. "If you would only have
behaved from the beginning, you would have saved yourself so much pain. You
suffered because you were not willing to be the good little slave girl you know
you should be. "
"You would also ruin my fun," she thought as she blew Kim a kiss..
Slapping the button down again, she moved back behind Kim.
"I think these three have seen enough. Let's put their little tongues to
work and if they don't do a good job, well, we'll discuss that if it happens."
R-r-ring.
The Amazons brought the three to their feet and led them around to the
side where there were chairs. They could not see what happened to Kim, but they
certainly could hear.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
"Kim, you have to do a better job than that. When you bend over, just
think how much you are going to enjoy the pain."
R-r-ring.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Of course, Cathy and all the Amazons knew that there was no way Kim
would ever be able to take twenty-five blows without jerking her body.
R-r-ring.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
The clapper on each bell was so large that they rang every time the
buxom captive took a deep breath.
R-r-ring.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Kim didn't know that though.
R-r-ring.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
She thought that, maybe if she was a good little girl, they might let
her go.
R-r-ring.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Sure, and Canjac doesn't have plans to enslave all the Amazons.
R-r-ring.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
While it would be nice to say Kim had learned her lesson and stuck her
bottom out for a severe spanking, but that would not be true. Several times she
hesitated. Cathy wasted no time in forcing her to bend over by stomping on the
pedal. A blow on the rump with the wooden paddle taught Kim a lesson she
remembered for a few minutes. She was far from being the totally submissive
slave girl the Amazons wanted, but she had made great progress in one day.
"Okay, Kim. Do you want to be a slave girl?"
Who wouldn't after that punishment? Jingle, jingle, jingle.
The tall Amazon released her captive from the device.
"Clarissa, do you want to do the honors?"
Kim found herself on her knees before the Amazon, placing her throat in
the middle of the leather collar. In seconds, her status was the same as her
three friends. She was a slave girl. No one would come to her aid to end this
predicament. She was at the mercy of every man and free woman who met her.
"Now I want you to thank me for turning you into a slave."
Clarissa removed the ballgag from Kim's mouth. In seconds, the beautiful
brunette had her face between the Amazon's legs.
"Come on! Come on! I want to feel your tongue in my throat."
Since she would rather do anything than suffer through another spanking,
Kim obeyed as best she could. She looked up at the mistress, seeking some sign
that she was doing the job correctly. She was afraid she might end on the
spanking device again.
Cathy, though, had it reserved for someone else. Kim was only one of
four slave girls in that room. Why should she have all the fun?
Waving her hand back and forth, she got the attention of the Amazon Joan
was servicing. She pointed at the blonde and then the device.
The beautiful slave girl had her face between an Amazon's legs. She had
been licking, but when she heard Clarissa's order to Kim, she started poking her
tongue in as far as she could and wobbling it around. She wanted to please her
mistress so she would not end on that device.
Like she ever had a choice.
The Amazon pushed Joan's head back by placing the palm of her right hand
on the blonde's forehead. This action bent her head back with her mouth open so
the Amazon could easily pop the ballgag in her mouth. She shoved Joan's head
down, gripping it between her knees. This freed both hands so she could buckle
the ends of the strap together behind Joan's head.
"She's not doing a very good job. I think she needs some encouragement."
They dragged the blonde beauty to her feet and to the device. Joan faced
forward, staring down at Kim's bottom. The brunette's head moved up-and-down,
side-to-side as she worked hard to please her mistress.
"Do I need to strap you in?"
Joan shook her head. She had seen what happened to Kim.
"We'll make this voluntary. Step against the bar."
The Amazon brought the locking bar up and secured it with a pin so the
blonde could not move from that spot.
Cathy made an adjustment to the timer.
"I just turned the bell off. When you hear it click, you bend over.
Shake you head and titties to show you are ready. If you do a good job, I won't
use the wooden paddle on you."
Click!
The blonde bent over, her bottomcheeks pressing out against the shiny
material.
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"Very well done. I'm glad you learned your lesson."
She reset the timer and moved back behind the blonde.
Click!
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
That was how the next ten minutes were spent.
Click!
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Joan bottom burned from all the spankings, but she was too afraid to
disobey.
Click!
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
She was well on her way to becoming a good little slave girl when Cathy
sent her back to service the Amazons.
Karen was next. The paddle pounded against the beautiful brunette's
already sore fanny. Karen performed as Cathy wanted her to. Click! When she
heard the click of the timer, she bent over so her bottomcheeks exploded against
the silk miniskirt. Cathy waited until the former-coed shook her head and
titties to cause the bells to ring. Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Cathy took her time, adjusting her grip on the paddle. When she was
ready, and only then, she drew the paddle back.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
So that was how time passed during the next hour. When the tall Amazon
was finished with Karen, it was Sue's turn. After that, she brought Kim back for
another session. This time the captive beauty offered no resistance. She did
exactly what Cathy demanded.
When the Amazon finished with her, she started over again. Each of the
four captives had the opportunity to prove just how submissive she was.
Cathy turned to Debbie and smiled.
"Now we begin with the next phase of their training."
They removed the slave girls one at a time. Joan was the third to leave
the room at the end of a leash. A short distance down the hall, the Amazon led
her into a room where four French Maids waited on their knees. Their hands were
cuffed in front of them so they had enough freedom to lift their titties so they
appeared to want to pop out of their low-cut necklines. They could not run off
easily as they were linked together at the collar by short chains.
"Okay, Slave Girls, get yourself motivated to work."
The fingers shot upwards a few centimeters. Now, fingertips played with
nipples that became hard with little effort.
The Amazon turned Janice around so she could watch the four. The blonde
stood with her feet half a meter apart. She hoped that would keep her from being
punished.
The kneeling slave girls stared at her crotch as their fingers caressed
their titties.
"We see that we get much better service when we have a highly-motivated
slave girl. Sometimes we use the whip, sometimes the tongue."
She removed the leash from Janice's collar.
"Okay, Slave Girls, playtime is over. On your feet."
The four staggered to their feet. Their hands did not leave their
titties. They were experienced slave girls so they did it with fluid movements.
Once she had the chain leashes removed, she signaled the four to begin work with
a snap of her fingers. She followed this up with a gesture toward the topless
slave girl.
They stripped Janice naked in seconds. Two French Maids drew the
blonde's arms over her head where they secured them to chains dangling down from
the ceiling. With Joan's arms out of the way, they easily fastened the black
satin corset about her waist.
As two Amazons did that, another two pulled sheer black stockings up her
legs. Once they had the corset zipped up in front, the two attached the tops of
the stockings to the straps dangling down. Once attached, they adjusted the
length of the straps.
They targeted the wrinkles next. Beginning at the blonde's ankles, they
drew their hands up Joan's legs. At the top they readjusted the length of the
straps. Perhaps there was a little slack still in the sheer dark material. They
repeated the process a second and then a third time.
As soon as they finished with that, they slipped her feet into black,
patent-leather sandals with fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels. One strap went
across the top of the foot, and another about the ankle. Joan could not remove
them without the use of her hands.
The two who had put the corset on her turned their attention to her
bondage. They freed her arms for the time it took to pull shoulder-length black
satin gloves up. The two had done this often before so it took only seconds, and
they were each down about the same time.
One French Maid held her arms behind her back with the wrists crossed.
The other looped a cord about them, cinched the first loops, and tied a square
knot. She then threaded the ends of the cord through a metal ring riveted to the
back of the corset. With her arms bound this way, they kept the blonde from
using her hands to protect her bottom.
The outerwear was next. A French Maid wrapped the red satin miniskirt
about her waist. The garment was short in the front so some of the blonde curls
at her crotch were visible. In back it was even shorter, so short that Joan's
bottomcheeks were visible.
The miniskirt was flared, but cut so it was straight in front. Sewn to
the hem every couple of centimeters was a dangling circular bell. When Joan
walked, her thighs would hit the miniskirt, causing the bells to ring. If she
moved quickly, other bells would ring also.
They next fastened a top about her body. The top complemented the bottom
in that it covered little and emphasized the size of her titties. A pair of red
satin demi-cups pushed up her titties, pressing them together. The nipples
peeked over the edge of the cups.
That red ball in her mouth matched her attire.
The mistress then reattached the end of a leash to Joan's collar.
"Come along, we have some people who want to meet you."
Joan was no hurry but had no choice in the matter. She was only a slave
girl. They had her bound and gagged and at the end of a leash. The woman exerted
only as much pressure on the leash as was needed to get the blonde to follow.
Once in the corridor, they turned right. Their destination was two doors down on
the left.
A dozen Amazons waited for them in the room. Kim and Sue had already
passed through this room though the blonde was unaware. Joan noticed them but
not Debbie standing in back. The Amazon leading the blonde slave girl stopped
her in the middle of the room by placing the fingertips of her left hand on the
captive's upper chest. Once she stopped, the Amazon removed the leash. Joan
would not run away.
"Kneel."
The blonde looked around, wondering if there was some other option.
Crack!
The switch struck her across the back of her right thigh.
Joan landed on her knees with a "thud" that caused some of the Amazons
to wince. Most rooms had carpeting to protect the knees of the slave girls when
they knelt. Still, Joan had landed hard, the bells about the hem ringing.
They were certain she had learned her lesson in the other room. She
would obey.
"Spread your knees so they are in the proper position."
The luscious captive shifted the position of her legs. With a skirt that
short, those standing before her could see her pussy. She did not care. Her only
concern was that they weren't spanking her.
"Now stand up."
With her arms bound securely behind her back, Joan had trouble
maintaining her balance. She fell over as they expected her to. An Amazon
prodded her with the toe of a boot. The blonde tried again. They thought she
might make it this time, but she fell over again. The third time she staggered
to her feet.
"Is that the proper way to position your feet?"
The blonde spread her legs as far apart as she could
"Now, kneel!"
The Amazon shouted the last word. Joan dropped to her knees. Quickly she
spread them apart.
"On your feet, Slave Girl."
The blonde staggered to her feet again.
"Do you know what your best asset is?"
The blonde nodded slowly. Every slave girl knew the answer to that
question.
"When anyone asks, you will show it. You will turn around, spread your
legs apart as wide as they are now, and bend over."
Debbie stepped in front of the blonde.
"Now show me your best asset."
(Several Amazons grimaced. Debbie was too close to see much. She might
act as a mistress, but she certainly did not act like a good one.)
Joan was unaware of any criticisms. She turned, spread her legs apart,
and bent over.
As the Amazons knew, Debbie had to step back to get a good look.
"Not bad, but I've seen better. If you want to avoid further punishment,
you had better show some spirit."
When she finished looking, she stepped forward to slap the blonde on her
sore fanny.
"Okay."
"Straighten up!"ordered an Amazon.
The blonde obeyed.
"Now show me your best asset."
The blonde bent over again.
"Straighten up and turn around, Slave Girl."
When the blonde had obeyed, the Amazon pinched a nipple.
"This what you are going to do. Every time someone walks behind you, you
will show off your best asset. Do you understand?"
The blonde nodded.
"If you don't, do you know what will happen to you?"
Slowly the blonde nodded.
"Don't you want to be a good little slave girl?"
The blonde nodded, more slowly than before.
The Amazon attached a leash to Joan's collar. Using it, she led the
beautiful slave girl from the room through another door. The others remained
behind. They wanted Joan to feel alone. She would face this by herself, without
her three roommates.
"This is your position," she said as she removed the leash. "Stand
facing the wall with your legs apart."
Joan stared at the wall as she heard the Amazon walk away. She fought
the temptation to turn and look but knew that would be a big mistake.
The room had two doors and though it was out of the way, Amazons
periodically passed through just to get Joan the chance to react. At the sounds
of footsteps, she bent forward, raising the short hem of the dress so the person
passing behind could see her pussy.
That was how the rest of the day went for the four roommates. They had
begun the day as coeds, and they ended it as slave girls. Could anything be more
fitting?
Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilo
Chapter 59
Let us digress again.
Early in the morning, long before Debbie arose, one of the guards at the
kennel awakened Andrea.
The beautiful blonde slept bound in a most uncomfortable position. At
first she thought it was wonderful; then she came to hate it. Soon she would
return to loving it.
She slept on her back with her body strapped down against a bench.
Straps across her elbows and wrists kept her arms pinned to that surface. Other
straps across her upper chest and tummy did the same to her body.
Using chains attached to leather straps about her lower thighs, they
pulled her knees back and spread them apart, revealing her pussy. The chains
locked to rings under the mat. Andrea could not alter her position at all.
Since the room was illuminated slightly (so anyone could Andrea's pussy,
and the love nest of every other slave girl there), a blindfold was in order.
Shortly after being secured in this position, Andrea would fall asleep. They
gave her a ballgag with a hole through the middle of it so she had no trouble
breathing.
Since she was a slave girl, any male had the right to use her. Though
the blindfold kept anyone from seeing just how beautiful she was, there was a
certain charm to her spread pussy. Even Andrea had to admit that there was
nothing quite like being awakened from a sound sleep by having one body-shaking
orgasm after another.
Every morning a female guard awoke the blonde slave girl. There was
little difference in the manner the blonde awoke though. The guard inserted a
rubber dildo into her exposed pussy. This dildo had a large handle half a meter
long. The guard laughed as she twisted the handle around and around, causing the
dildo to rub again Andrea's pussy. She stopped only when the blonde's body
arched in a massive orgasm. When the guard moved to the next slave girl, she
left the huge dildo inside the captive.
There was no chance that, with that tool inside her, Andrea would fall
back to sleep.
The buxom beauty quickly learned the routine. When they released the
chains so she could lower her legs, she kept them in the air. She continued to
offer her body to anyone standing before her. When they removed the straps, the
order would be given, "Kneel." Only then did the blonde roll forward off the
bench. She knelt on the floor with her arms behind her back. It took only
seconds for them to fit handcuffs on her wrists.
Sometimes the guard would want Andrea to thank her for releasing her.
That required the guard to remove the ballgag, and for the blonde to show how
well she could use her tongue. Debbie had no objections to her beautiful blonde
slave servicing others. The more Andrea practiced on others, the better she
would be when it came to servicing her own mistress.
Most mornings though, Andrea remained in that position until they ca