Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 70
So, the day of the wedding has finally arrived. The bride wore a white
satin gown.
Shelley wearing white at her wedding drew more than a few snickers. At
least it to put a little levity into the ceremony.
Seated in the back row were her guests of honor, her lawyers from the
partnership of Dewey, Screwum, and Howe. The three men wore black, which
contrasted nicely with their pallid complexions. To more than one guest they
looked as though they were vultures perched on the branch of a dead tree which
for the victim to become carrion.
So what about her to bridesmaids? Paulette and Janice were dressed
long before the ceremony began. They still wore red ballgags that clashed with
their outfits.
That was something that was easy to correct.
Half an hour before the ceremony, Mistress Vanessa changed the gags,
beginning with Paulette's. The ballgag came out, being tossed on a nearby
table, and a new gag went in. This gag had a bladder of black rubber about three
centimeters in diameter with a valve on the end. Attached to that valve was a
hose that ran down eight centimeters to a rubber bulb.
Mistress Vanessa held Paulette's jaw with her left hand while her right
inserted in the deflated gag between the buxom brunette's teeth. Still holding
her face with one hand, her right squeezed the ball. Gradually the gag inside
Paulette' mouth inflated, growing larger and larger. The brunette opened her
eyes in horror as the rubber device grew within her mouth. The luscious captive
whimpered, which was exactly what the mistress wanted her to do. Having been
thoroughly trained as slave girls, both she and Janice had experienced a wide
array of gags, including inflatable gags.
One of Shelley's favorite games was to insert a blow-up gag in the mouth
of each captive. At her signal, a pair of French Maid slave girls would inflate
the gags. The helpless slave girls would stand facing their mistress until one
of the two could take the pain no longer. The slave girls had a choice: where
did they want the pain, in their jaws, or in their bottoms. Falling to her knees
was a choice that she wanted a spanking. The inflatable gag came out,
immediately replaced by a ballgag, but she was punished with 25 hard swats to
the bottom with a lethal wooden paddle.
The winner of the contest? She had to stand the while her sister slave
received all her swats. Shelley took her time administering the blows. The loser
would kneel at her feet before receiving her punishment. She would first have to
beg to be punished, then kiss the paddle. She next had to beg to be gagged with
the largest ballgag available because she was a bad little slave girl.
The loser watched while her mistress inserted a large rubber ball in the
slave girl's mouth, bent her head forward to get at the nape of her neck, and
proceeded to buckle the ends of the leather strap together. By then the
submissive slave was beginning to have second thoughts. She knew how well her
mistress could wield a paddle. While it was great to have that terrible gag
removed from her mouth, she did not want her bottom paddled.
Like she had any choice in the matter.
Shelley would pull the captive to her feet and drape her across her
knee. The short skirt went up, the panties went down.
Next came 25 swats to a bare bottom, 25 swats delivered very slowly.
Twenty-five swats delivered with great precision so the paddle struck the
roundest part of both cheeks. Twenty-five swats delivered with mathematical
precision...
Okay, you get the point.
If one beautiful captive could not take it, just how much longer do you
think the other could survive? Long before Shelley finished delivering the 25,
the second captive would fall to her knees.
Her punishment would be the number of swats remaining on the first slave
girl's punishment. When Shelley finished with her punishment, the first slave
girl would climb back across her knees to receive the same number that her
sister slave had.
It was very advantageous to win the contest.
It was also very painful, so you understand Paulette's reluctance to
wear an inflatable gag.
Mistress Vanessa did not inflate it all the way, at least not at first.
While there was room for it to become even larger, it was big enough that it
served the same function as the ballgag. With her left hand the wedding planner
removed the hose from the valve. She then moved on to Janice, repeating the
process with another inflatable gag.
The two slave girls did not like that gag in their mouths, but they were
thankful that it was not blown up even further. The gags served their purpose.
The two could make nothing more than pathetic mewings through the gags.
But of course there was a lot of time left in the day.
At last! The wedding had arrived. The two little slave girl bridesmaids
were taken to the chapel where the wedding would take place.
Shelley was ready.
Only one minor adjustment needed to be made to the two slave girls who
would be her bridesmaids.
Mistress Vanessa attached the hose to the valve on Paulette's gag.
Squeezing the bulb rapidly, she inflated the gag inside the woman's mouth. The
buxom brunette wanted to resist, but seriously, what could she do? As the
inflatable gag grew larger, it forced Paulette's mouth wide open. When the
woman stopped, the captive could not make a sound.
She was the perfect slave girl.
Mistress Vanessa moved on to Janice to inflate her gag.
So not only were the two rivals going to be humiliated during the
wedding ceremony, but they were going to be in a lot of pain also.
A white leather strap went about their wrists so they could not alter
the grip on their bouquets. A light chain that ran from their wrists to the
train of Shelley's wedding down.
When the bride-to-be started forward, her bridesmaids knew they had to
follow.
Each step became an ordeal as a chain pulled on a pussy lip. The right
foot forward caused paying to shoot through the pussy lip on the left. The left
foot forward caused pain to shoot through the pussy lip on the right.
The two were thankful when they reached the front. Their pussies
throbbed in continuous pain and the ceremony had not even begun.
That was when the pain from the inflatable gag began. The ceremony was
not long, but it was too long for a slave girl with an inflatable gag blown up
in her mouth. That two wanted to writhe about but they did not dare.
So you are no doubt wondering: What about the reception?
The reception hall was in the next block. While Mistress Vanessa dressed
Paulette and Janice, the caterers were busy at work.
For a reception this large, they needed twenty serving wenches.
These women were experienced in what they did so they needed no
instruction.
The motif was their outfits was silver satin and white silk. The tops
they wore were white silk so their large titties were visible through the
material. The miniskirts were silver satin, short and quite snug. The panties
were silver satin also. The garter belts were silver satin, with white satin
ruffles. The stockings were beige and the shoes silver.
The motif extended to their collars. Instead of the usual black leather,
the collars these twenty slave girls wore were tastefully covered in silver.
On their arms they wore silver, satin shoulder length gloves. Their
hands were secured to silver serving trays.
Needless to say, it was expensive to hire this company.
They entered the hall in a line, chained collar to collar. Each held a
silver tray before her at waist level. A chain connected the tray to a narrow,
silver-colored belt about the waist. Another chain ran up to her collar. Each
slave girl could move the tray a little, but basically it would remain at her
waist.
They had no need for all twenty at first. A few guests had arrived
having skipped the wedding. A couple of the serving wenches could handle them.
The other eighteen were lined up just inside the door facing a wall. Over the
eyes of each they placed a blindfold. The blindfold itself was leather, but
covered with silver to match the rest of the outfit. The blindfolds would come
off when more serving wenches were needed.
The two remaining slave girls moved over to the bar where two more slave
girls tended bar. They had to wait while the two were strapped into position.
Being behind the bar, the two needed some inducement to inspire prompt
service. The two had served here often before, so each knew what would happen.
The first slave girl's name was Renee. She wore only a silver and white
satin garterbelt to hold up her stockings. Instead of a top, she had a silver
metallic bra. A hole in the center of each cup allowed the nipple to peek
through.
They maneuvered the auburn-haired beauty about so she straddled a small
wood cylinder about half a meter in diameter. Rising from the center of it was
a dildo. Renee moved forward until she was over the dildo. At this point, they
raised the cylinder, driving the shaft into the slave girl. Renee threw her head
back and purred with contentment. This was the best part of the job.
They raised the cylinder until the slave girl's feet were several
centimeters above the floor. Leather straps about her thighs kept her in place.
Pulling her feet back, they strapped her ankles to the end of the cylinder.
Renee's body was directly over the dildo, and she was quite incapable of
altering her position at all.
The strap holding the ballgag in her mouth locked so she could not get
it off. This was necessary because they freed her hands so she could pour
champagne into the glasses.
And what motivated her to work quickly you ask?
The serving wench stood on a pressure plate in the floor on the other
side of the bar. The chains allowed her to extend the tray forward so the other
slave girl had no trouble placing the glasses on it.
The pressure plate in the floor caused the dildo to rise into the slave
girl. As it rose, the diameter increased, millimeter for millimeter. After three
centimeters, hard rubber blocks protruded from the shaft.
When the serving wench stepped away, the dildo slide down.
Rene knew it would be pleasurable if she worked quickly. If not, well,
it had never come to that.
Of course, what is a reception without entertainment? In this case the
entertainment was presented by three lovely, young slave girls named Nicole,
Emma and Winnie.
Unlike the serving wenches and the bartenders whose long, beautiful
tresses they allowed to fall down freely, they had the hair of these three done
in pigtails, high on the sides of their heads, secured with silver ribbon tied
in bows.
One glance at them getting out of the wagon would tell anyone they were
new to the collar. They tried to turn away so no one could see their titties and
pubic hair. They stumbled as they walked in the fifteen-inch stiletto heels.
They kept their eyes lowered so they would not make eye contact with anyone.
They were ashamed of being slave girls.
They had not yet learned the joy of bringing pleasure to others.
Let's follow what happened to blonde Nicole once she was inside.
She was first in the line. The other two were tethered to rings on a
wall between the doors leading to a couple of the entertainment rooms. They led
Nicole inside.
They had dressed the blonde in much the same fashion as the other slave
girls. She wore a garterbelt that was silver with white satin ruffles. Her
high-heeled sandals were silver. Whereas the other slave girls wore, beige
stockings, Nicole's where white.
This would provide a pleasant contrast to her bottom.
They removed the handcuffs.
"Clasp your hands together behind your back."
The blonde obeyed, but turned her head around to see what they did to
her. The mistress supervising her bondage grabbed the young slave girl by the
jaw to jerk her face to the right.
"Look straight forward!"
The captive beauty began to sniffle. Until a couple of days ago, she had
been a pampered princess. No one talked to her that way.
The single glove was silver spandex. Once they had the straps snapped,
Nicole once again was helpless.
Instead of a regular ballgag, Nicole and her sister slaves wore ballgag
harnesses. They failed to see any difference between once gag and another, but
then again, they were new to their collars.
Rising from the floor in the center of the room was a post twenty
centimeters in diameter. The top was well-padded and at the same level as
Nicole's waist.. The mistress led the blonde to the post.
"Bend over."
She needed help getting the little slave girl into the proper position.
Other mistresses held her legs while she pulled the captive forward until her
weight rested solely on the post.
The mistresses pulled the blonde's legs apart and secured them in that
position with chains that ran to rings in the floor. When they straightened up,
Nicole could not bring her legs together.
The mistress in charge then pushed the blonde's upper body down.
Stepping forward, she straddled her head. Bringing her legs together, she
trapped Nicole's head between her thighs.
As she expected the blonde responded by thrashing about. There was
nothing at this point she could do to protect herself.
At the end of the singleglove there was a ring. They attached a chain to
it, ran it through a pulley near the ceiling, and brought it down to Nicole's
head. The mistress stepped back so they could attach it to a ring on the ballgag
harness at the top of her head. By adjusting the length of the chain, they
forced her to stare at the wall before her.
The mistress disappeared from the blonde's sight for a few seconds. When
she returned, she squatted so the captive could see.
"Do you see this bell?" She wiggled it a little so it rang. "The
slightest movement at all will cause it to ring."
She attached it to the ring on the front of the slave girl's collar. She
did not tell Nicole what she did, but the young blonde could tell.
"We are going to play a little game. People are going to come up behind
you and give you a whack on the ass. You have to remain perfectly still. Do you
know why? Because if they whack you and this bell rings, that means they get to
use a switch on your titties. One whack here," she pinched the nipple of
Nicole's left tittie. "One whack here." She pinched the other nipple. "I think
you will want to remain very still."
The blonde slave girl heard them move away from her. Her first reaction
was to see if she could escape. She wiggled about a little, causing the bell to
ring. She immediately stopped struggling, not certain if that would merit
punishment or not. In those few seconds she had discovered she could move only
enough to cause the bell at her throat to ring. They had her bound too securely
to move any more than that.
The plush pile carpeting covered the floor, hiding any sound of
footsteps. The first guest came up behind the beautiful blonde without her
knowing her was there.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jangle-jangle-jangle.
"I think I won a prize, the booby prize."
The sounds of laughter told the naked captive that he was not alone.
He moved to her left, a fact she learned when he grabbed her by the left
pigtail.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jangle-jangle-jangle.
It hurt, but not as much as Nicole thought it would. The blow had cut
across her dangling tittie, missing the nipple.
He moved around to her right.
This time her luck ran out.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jangle-jangle-jangle.
Bound as she was, Nicole could only stare straight ahead. She could not
tell that a line had already formed behind her. Everyone knew this punishment
was reserved for new little slave girls who had not accepted their new status in
life. All wanted to be part of the process of teaching them to behave.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jangle-jangle-jangle.
She sensed someone was on her left but could not see him or her. The
person did not grab a pigtail, but they effectively made their presence known.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jangle-jangle-jangle.
Nicole sobbed through the gag. She knew the person had arrived on her
right when she felt the switch striking the dangling tittie on that side.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jangle-jangle-jangle.
It was not only men who partook of the blonde's helplessness. The women
wanted to join in.
One woman poked Nicole in the pussy with the tip of the switch.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jangle-jangle-jangle.
Instead of swatting at the tittie has it hung from the captive's chest,
she grabbed it with her left hand, bent it toward her so there was no chance her
blow would miss. Perhaps the blow lacked the force of some of the others, but it
made up for it with accuracy.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jangle-jangle-jangle.
When the reception was over, Nicole and her sister slaves were taken
back to the wagon. They saw the other slave girls laughing at them.
Nicole's bottom was bright red, as was each tittie.
The red marks were signs they were bad little slave girls. They had been
punished, but they deserved more punishment.
"Do these girls hurt?" a guard asked, grabbing her titties to knead them
until the blonde winced in pain.
When they were returned to the kennel, they would receive more
punishment.
The result was what Nicole's owner wanted. The beautiful blonde left the
reception vowing to become the best little slave girl ever.
But we are getting ahead of ourselves.
The first to arrive from the wedding were the guests of honor.
No, not Ronor and Shelley. I'm talking about Paulette and Janice.
Each was thankful when the ceremony was over.
They thought their agony was over, but Shelley had other plans.
Each had a special role to play in the reception. Nicole and her sister
slave girls had been in private rooms, but Paulette would be out in public where
everyone could see her and take advantage of her situation. Janice would be
positioned where she could do what she could to please men.
Whoops. Once again we are getting ahead of ourselves.
Mistress Vanessa hustled the two down the block so they could get ready
before the bulk of the guests arrived.
Janice was the first to be dressed. She placed a black leather blindfold
over the buxom brunette's eyes and pushed her to a corner of the room so she
would be out of the way.
Mistress Vanessa's French Maid assistants quickly stripped Janice down
until she was bare ass naked.
The beautiful slave girl discovered that her clothing for the reception
was a bright red latex tube. The slave girl sat on the floor with her legs out
as the French Maids pulled the snug garment up her legs. The garment had no
separate part for each leg; her legs went into it together. When they had it up
to her hips, they pulled her to her feet. Until this point, her hands had been
handcuffed behind her back. The French Maids paused while Mistress Vanessa
removed the cuffs. She pulled Janice's right arm down so she could put the right
hand in a tube on the inside of the outfit.
One they had the outside up to her shoulders, they had Janice's arms
tightly pinned to her sides. There they paused for a few seconds to fit her
titties through the tittie holes
With one slave girl working on each side, they fastened her long tresses
into pigtails high on the sides of her head.
As they finished that, Mistress Vanessa unbuckled the strap holding the
gag in Janice's mouth. She jerked the gag from the slave girl's mouth. Janice
knew better than to make a sound, or for that matter, even to close her mouth.
A French Maid rammed a rubber chock into Janice's mouth, wedging it
solidly between her rear teeth on the right. A second chock did the same on the
left.
Janice could not close her mouth. Her eyes grew wide with fright at what
they had in store for her.
As the French Maid stepped back, Mistress Vanessa slipped a hard plastic
dildo into the slave girl's mouth. It was not much of a gag, it was only three
centimeters in diameter and only five centimeters long, but it was only
temporary. It would remind the helpless captive not to make a sound.
The French Maids quickly separated Janice's hair into a pair of pigtails
high on the sides of her head.
Attached to the back of the latex tube was a hood made of the same
material. Mistress Vanessa pushed the brunette's head back as both French Maids
pulled the hood up. The first step was to thread a pigtail through a hole in the
hood. The mistress stepped back to let the two get in front of the captive so
they could pull it down the rest of the way.
A little of the slave girl's body was visible at her throat, but that
was all. They covered this when they pulled the material taut. A set of straps
pulled any slack from the top, and a strap about her neck pulled the hood down
snug against the front of the tube.
There was no way Janice could escape from this.
Thus, Janice's whole body was covered with bright red latex except for
six holes, two for her eyes, two for the pigtails, one for her nose and one for
her mouth.
Mistress Vanessa fished the smaller dildo from the slave girl's mouth.
She inserted into the orifice a much larger one. A handle protruded from her
mouth for ten centimeters. Inside her mouth, pieces spread out to hold the gag
in place. A person could remove it by squeezing the handle.
Just about anyone could move it except for Janice. With her arms secured
inside the latex tube she could do nothing.
"Bring her along."
The French Maid's dragged the captive to an alcove immediately outside
the men's room. At Mistress Vanessa's direction they hey pushed her down to her
knees and fastened a pole between her neck and her feet. She had to remain
kneeling. The final thing was place a new gag in her mouth.
This was a simple rubber stopper. The outer edge was threaded so the
mistress could wedge it in between the brunette's teeth. She tested it a couple
of times. A quick twist of the wrist to the left unscrewed the stopper, while a
quick twist of the wrist to the right wedged it tightly between her teeth.
Another twist to the left unscrewed it; another twist to the right screwed it in
tightly.
She ran a light chain from the ring on the stopper, to a ring at
Janice's throat. Someone could remove the stopper and drop it without running
the risk of losing it.
Janice was ready to participate in the reception.
So what about Paulette?
The buxom brunette stood in the corner of another room. A satin
blindfold over her eyes kept her from wondering what was going on around her.
She was content to stand there with her arms bound behind her back.
Paulette had accepted her status as a slave girl. With boobs as big as
hers, what other role was there for her in society?
After they had Janice bound and ready to perform, they turned their
attention to the buxom brunette.
Once again, Mistress Vanessa stood by as her two French Maids stripped
Paulette down until she was as naked as a jaybird.
The outfit they had for her was black leather. It was a normal looking
outfit in most ways. They put knee-high boots with eighteen-centimeter stiletto
heels. No, they didn't expect her to walk around in them; they were there for
looks.
The black leather outfit laced up the backs of the thighs and calves so
they had the leather drawn tautly over her legs. It laced up the sides and down
the back. Lacings held the leather tightly about her arms.
(While working on the hood, they cuffed her hands behind her back. They
did not want to give her any more freedom than was absolutely necessary.)
They pulled a black leather slave hood over her head. A leather gag
went into her mouth before they put the hood on. Once they had it laced tight,
her head was covered except for a hole for her nose and a pair of slits for her
eyes.
Next they fastened black leather mittens on her hands. These were bulky
disks that insured she could not use her hands or fingers.
The mittens had several ring on them. The French Maids locked two pairs
of these rings together so they had the brunette's hands bound before her.
"Bring her along!"
Mistress Vanessa waved her hand as a sign the three should follow her
from that room.
Paulette did not do too badly walking in those high-heeled boots. She
made it from the room and took a few more steps before losing her balance and
almost falling on her face. A French Maid grabbed her by each arm and pulled her
forward.
Now, the leather outfit she wore was normal for a slave girl. Her
oversized titties exploded through two small holes at the chest. Her pubic area
was visible through a gap between her legs.
Rising from the floor was a shaft about half a meter high with a large
dildo on the end. The two French Maids position their captive over the dildo.
While one held Paulette by the shoulders while the other squatted to adjust the
height of the dildo. Turning a handle on each side, she raised the shaft until
the tip touched Paulette's pussy lips. Before continuing she nodded at her
sister slave who pushed down on Paulette's shoulders.
The other French Maid raised the dildo further, forcing it into the
brunette's pussy. She did not drive it far, just far enough that Paulette could
not raise herself off it. Twisting the handles, she locked the dildo in place.
The two French Maids forced Paulette to bring her legs together. Using
small padlocks, they secured rings together so the buxom slave girl could not
alter her position on the shaft.
While one French Maid freed the brunette's hands, another scurried
across the room to get a silver serving tray. One French Maid positioned her
hands palm up. The other locked the leather mittens to the bottom of the tray.
For a few seconds Paulette thought she was going to serve as a place to
deposit empty glasses.
Shelley was not that kind.
They pulled the tray up for Paulette's huge melons rest on it. The two
quickly fastened locks to rings on the leather suit that held her arms to her
sides.
Now she could not move her arms at all.
The buxom brunette looked down. It looked as though she was offering
her oversize titties on a tray
She thought this was quite humiliating.
She had no idea what was going on.
Mistress Vanessa crossed the room to a control box. Flipping a lever,
she turned the device on.
When she stood in front of Paulette, the pressure plate in the floor
activated the device.
Centimeter by centimeter, the dildo rose inside the slave girl. It
stopped, twisted in one direction, then back in the other, before withdrawing.
It stopped short of her lips so there was no chance it would come out. As long
as Mistress Vanessa stood there, the dildo continued to rise, twist and drop.
Paulette's titties became hard and pointed just as she wanted them.
"You two are going to help her. Into position."
The two French Maids were more than glad to help. That meant Paulette
would be the one being tormented and not them.
One stood on each side of the leather-clad figure. The left wrist of the
French Maid on the right was cuffed to the right wrist of the French Maid on the
left. Mistress Vanessa locked the left ankle of the French Maid on the right to
Paulette's right ankle, and the right ankle of the French Maid on the left
locked to Paulette's left ankle.
With all the little slave girls securely bound in place, Mistress
Vanessa retrieved the final items of Paulette's role in the reception. The
captive beauty looked down when she heard them "clank" on the silver tray.
She screamed her protest into the gag, but the gag and the leather hood
muffled the sound so Mistress did not even hear it.
Is there anyone who doesn't know what was expected of Janice? Or at
least, what was expected of Janice's mouth?
She knelt with her mouth wide open. Any man who wanted to avail himself
of this orifice could. All he had to do was pull plug and her mouth awaited. By
pulling on to her pigtails, he could force her head forward and back. The
brunette had not sucked cock quite a while, so this was a treat. Sometimes the
man came, often he did not. Janice used her tongue to try to please him. When a
man was done with her, he inserted the rubber stopper between her teeth.
She wished she could make some sound to get men to stop so they could
avail themselves of her helpless state. Too many passed her by.
She could make no sounds above a grunt through.
Janice could only wait until be next man came along to use her.
So Janice was enjoying herself. The same could not be said for Paulette.
The first person through the receiving line stopped in front of Paulette.
Standing on the pressure plate caused the dildo to rise and fall inside her.
Paulette's nipples seemed to want to explode off her chest.
The woman chose a clamp from the selection on the tray, slipped it over
the brown cone, and tightened it.
Paulette tried to scream in pain but no one heard her. No one cared.
A similar clamp went over the other nipple.
The woman stood there a while before moving one.
The French Maids immediately removed the clamps.
Paulette's titties were ready for the next man or woman to come along.
Who could resist those huge, supple mounds?
Certainly not the bride. Eventually Shelley made her way there. She
smiled at her helpless rival. She stuck the index finger of her right hand in
her mouth to moisten with. Slowly across Paulette's left nipple, leaving a shiny
trail of saliva. That chest ornament became hard and pointed.
Shelley smiled.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Paulette?"
The buxom brunette could only stand there helplessly. She waited for
her mistress to attach a clamp and make extra tight but Shelley had other things
on her mind.
Shelley's lawyers came to the reception, slowly circling the room,
vulture circling some carrion in the desert. As soon as the two love birds
returned from their honeymoon, they would begin divorce proceedings. The only
question was whether the grounds for divorce would be "irreconcilable
differences" or mental cruelty."
Dewey, of Dewy, Screwum and Howe, nudged Howe, of the same law firm, and
nodded in Ronor's direction. The bridegroom laughed as he talked to his friends.
"He doesn't stand a chance. Nothing can go wrong with Shelley's plan."
He obviously hasn't been paying attention to the storyline.
