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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 72
Another dastardly plot! More innocent women bound and turned into slave girls.
While the travesty never end?
I hope not.
Her name was Shirley Simpson and she was a minor functionary in some part of some big company. Her office, for some strange reason, had an incredible turn over in clerks. It seemed they were hired, and within a couple weeks, they would disappear. Nobody really cared except for the personnel office that was tired of filling out all the paperwork for the new employees Shirley had to hire.
"I think had better be the last time. People are getting suspicious," she told the Amazons. It was bad enough that personnel complained about the turnover, but someone had noticed that she hired only the young, beautiful nubile ones as clerks.
"We agree. That last batch, well, they got rather loud. We don't want anything to draw attention to us. We will give you a bonus for the items you have delivered."
Anyone paying attention to the story will know what that "bonus" will be. Shirley's boobs are certainly among the leaders in size. Maybe the saying is correct: The bigger the boobs, the smaller the brain.
She had used the ploy several times before. Sometimes business required them to go outside the city's walls (where a woman had no legal protection against slavers). Company policy required any woman employee to go in the presence of a man who, ostensibly, would protect her. Shirley and her clerks traveled with a group, but somehow always managed to get separated.
"Don't worry, if we stay together we'll be perfectly safe."
Her two clerks this time were sisters, Caryn and Cara Carruthers. Caryn, the older, had dark hair, while Cara was a blonde. They were young but old enough to know better.
Somehow they became separated from the group. As luck would have it, they stumbled into a group of thieves who intended to rob them.
"Give us your purses."
The women were not dressed in black leather so it was not obvious that they were Amazons, and at the same time what their true objective was. Robbery was bad enough.
"Turn around. Hand behind your backs. We don't want you to start spreading the alarm until we are far away."
"Please, don't hurt us. We'll do what you say," Shirley pleaded with them. She turned her back toward the woman who held the rope. "We will do what you say, just don't hurt us."
"You! Turn around."
Cara looked over at Shirley, who by this time had her wrists tightly bound behind her back.
"Please! Do what they say! Don't make them mad!"
Shirley looked down as they looped a rope about her ankles. They had not done this to her before. The ploy was simple. She allowed them to tie her up, and those with her followed suit. Once they had them helplessly bound and gagged, they let her go.
"Tie their ankles together so they can't run for help when we leave."
An interesting change, but completely plausible.
By the time they finished tying Shirley's ankles together, they had Cara's hands bound behind her back and were working on Caryn's. The blonde turned her head to watch as they bound her sister as they had her.
A hand grabbed Shirley's hair to pull it back.
"Hey!"
That was all the opening they needed. The bright red rubber ball popped into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmffffftttt!!"
Hands pushed her forward and toward the ground. One woman knelt on her back, pinning her body to the ground while she buckled the ends of the strap together behind her head. The other bent the captive's feet back toward her head. A rope between her feet and her wrists kept her hogtied.
"Open up!"
Cara thought Shirley had willingly allowed herself to be gagged so she did the same. They buckled the ends of the strap behind her head.
When finished, they left her standing there while they turned their attention to Caryn.
Shirley thrashed about on the ground, realizing they had double-crossed her.
Oh! The perfidy of it!
The woman paused before putting the ballgag in the brunette's mouth. She glanced at Shirley struggling with her bondage, then at the third captive.
"She is enjoying herself far too much. This isn't the first time she's been bound and gagged."
Caryn suppressed a chuckle as the woman pushed the rubber ball into her mouth. The woman grabbed her by the shoulders to spin her around so she could get at the back of her neck. In seconds, they had Caryn securely bound and gagged as the other two.
"Down on your knees."
The beautiful brunette was afraid she might fall over, particularly with her ankles tied together, but one woman held each arm.
"We'll help you. We don't want you to hurt yourself."
If it wasn't for the fact that she was bound and gagged by these women, she might have felt better. After all, they were looking out for her best interests, or so it seemed.
Actually, they didn't want to hurt the merchandise, which was Caryn.
Once on the ground they had her hogtied in seconds. She could wiggle about a little, but escape was impossible.
"Count to 100 real slow before you start struggling. That will give us time to get away. By the time you get free, we will be in town. We will have spent half your money."
The Amazons laughed as they moved back behind the three. One had already spread out a black leather slave sack. Two picked up Shirley, placing her in the center of the bondage item despite her best efforts to escape. They pulled the sections up, zipped them together and applied locks.
Cara had reached "88" in her counting when they pulled her to her feet. It took her a while to realize what they did to her. Only when they were putting the padlocks on did she realize she was in a slave sack.
As has been shown before, the beauty of a slave sack was that it added an additional, inescapable layer of bondage to the captive. Even if her hands were unbound, she could not resist.
At the same time, the layer of leather made it easier for them to move the captive about. Encased in leather, she was nothing but a bundle of bound pleasure.
Caryn knew there was something wrong, as soon as they picked up Cara. She had time to jerk on the rope holding her feet toward her head only a couple times before two women picked her up.
Shirley continued to struggle, but it did no good. Even if her hands were unbound, she would not have been able to escape from the slave sack.
Bound in a hogtie, she was in a natural position to kneel with her hands bound behind her. Her feet were bound near her hands, and she could not straighten up.
Over her head, they pulled a leather slave hood. This had only three holes, two for the eyes and one for the nose. They did not care if she saw what happened to her. The purpose of the slave hood was to hide her features so no one would recognize her.
Put a woman in a slave collar, let her hair hang down loose, and remove her clothes, and no one would recognize her. There was certain anonymity about being a slave girl. (If a woman wanted to disappear, all she had to do was dress as a slave girl. What she needed, though was someone she could trust to let her go. That story is transpiring this very day many leagues away.)
One Amazon held the leather slave hood against Shirley's face, moving it about until the captive's nose stuck through the correct hole. She then altered her grip so one hand was on each side of her head, holding the leather bondage device in place as she pressed tightly. Another Amazon pulled the flaps together in back. This was no a true discipline helmet, it was merely a device to make a woman anonymous for a while. As a result, there were only two straps to buckle together, one at the neck, and another at the back of the head.
People had seen Shirley, Caryn and Cara come out here, people who knew them. They just might recognize them. It was best to be safe.
So we have three squirming, struggling leather sacks placed by the roadside. Every time someone they knew walked by, they tried to scream for help. Everyone ignored them all. Those were slave sacks. All they held were slave girls.
Our captives do not yet wear slave collars, but already they are learning an important lesson. When bound as a slave girl, a woman cannot escape.
Coming down the road eventually was a wagon driven by Debbie. Beside her on the seat was Roxanne.
(Yes, that plot comes to a climax today.)
After depositing the three bundles by the road, the Amazons had moved into the shade to rest. They came down to the road when they saw Debbie approaching. They had been watching the three squirming slave sacks at a distance. You had to keep an eye on valuable merchandise to keep it from being stolen.
"I hope you don't mind taking some packages with you."
Both women had to turn to watch as the Amazons lifted the first leather sack into the back of the wagon. They could hear muffled moans as the sides of the leather sack moved in and out.
"Someone is not happy," Debbie remarked with a smile to make small talk.
"They don't know just how good they have it."
They all laughed as the second and third bundles were placed in back.
It was easy to move a slave sack as it had a pair of leather handles near the top. There were additional rings about the leather device. The Amazons threaded a chain through the rings before locking it to a ring on the bed of the wagon. They did not want their valuable merchandise to squirm about too much so they might fall off the back.
"Could we get in trouble for this?" Roxanne asked.
"Nope. We are outside the city's walls. There are no laws protecting women. If they are dumb enough to allow themselves to be collared, they deserve it,"
Debbie noticed immediately that something was wrong. There were guards about the Amazons' compound, and they were not Amazons.
"Who are those guards?" she asked in a whisper. She had told Roxanne the plan of turning the cosmetology college into a recruiting station for slave girls was flawless. She did not want her to think that something could go wrong.
"We've had so many of us disappear that we decided to take precautions."
Four Amazons appeared from the tent leading half a dozen slave girls.
"Which one is Shirley?"
An Amazon climbed on the back of the wagon to examine the slave sacks.
"Why?" Debbie asked.
"We have a special treat for her. She has lured seven women out here to become slave girls. We thought the best thing we could do was give her a special treatment."
"This is her. Brown eyes. The other two have blue eyes."
Amazons ran chains from belts about the waists of two slave girls to rings on the slave sack. Once they had it on the ground, the two little slave girls dragged it toward the tent.
The other two were dragged to a set of poles partway down over a hill.
"Debbie, can I see you inside? We need to go over some details."
"Roxy, do you want to watch?" As she asked that the Amazon pointed toward the two slave sacks moving away from them.
"Is this when Debbie gets it?" she asked in a whisper.
The woman replied with a nod.
The four little slave girls knelt in a line, awaiting the order to proceed. An Amazon unlocked the padlocks so they could remove the two beauties from the sack.
"Is this where you enslave them?"
"Oh, no. That occurs over there. We will do that after we have some fun with Debbie. Right now we are going to tenderize these two to make them more compliant."
Once she was free of the leather slave sack, Caryn had thought she could escape. She had forgotten that they had her arms and legs bound. She could only kneel there until two slave girls pulled her forward so she lay on her stomach. An Amazon cut the rope holding her legs back in the hogtie position, and then cut the rope about her ankles. The beautiful brunette had no chance to escape as two slave girls grabbed each leg to pull her toward the vertical poles.
The poles were a meter and a half apart so the slave girls had to pull outwards to get Caryn's feet to the bottom of the poles. The device consisted of a pair of poles, one mounted in the ground, the other secured to it by a pin so it could rotate,
Two slave girls pulled down the top of the two poles, moving them in the direction where the young woman lay. As it moved, the brunette's feet rose in the air, and her body slid closer to the pole mounted in the ground.
They held the poles in place with one foot. This freed both hands so they could pull Caryn's arms to leather cuffs dangling from the end. Once they had them secured about her wrists, they rotated the poles back into their original position.
Caryn stood spreadeagle between them.
Cara was next. She wanted to struggle too, but there was nothing she could do.
"Do you want to do the honors?"
An Amazon handed the tall blonde a disrobing knife.
It took only seconds for Roxanne to render both captives stark naked.
Their struggling became more animated, but no more successful than before.
Roxanne cupped Cara's titties with both hands.
"These are nice and yummy."
Cara's tits were roughly the same size as Roxanne's but did not appear so since she was several centimeters shorter. None of the Amazons said anything. They did not want to show any interest in the tall blonde. They still had a use for her as a free woman. They did not want her to realize they also had an interest in her as a future slave girl.
Roxanne stepped back when she had finished the job. Both women stood spreadeagled naked, bound and completely helpless.
"Now we tenderize them."
The tall blonde wanted to ask but did not. The plot against the two became evident as the Amazons fastened over the eyes of each a leather blindfold. The next step was to rotate their bodies so they hung upside down in their bondage.
"Every half hour we spin them around. It keeps them disoriented. In eight or ten hours they will be willing to do anything we want."
"Are you really—"
"Let's go check on Shirley," the Amazon interrupted.
Once they were out of earshot, an Amazon whispered to Roxanne, "We spin them every ten minutes. They will think it has been hours. When we get around to collaring them, they will be so disoriented they won't be able to resist."
They continued walking toward the pavilion.
Cathy moved over to join them.
"I once had a captive. I did this to her for about eight hours. The little bitch became so submissive she begged for a collar as soon as we let her down." The tall brunette pouted. "You want to talk about boring. I had to beat her bottom for a few hours out of frustration."
What about poor Shirley?
The buxom brunette had learned that when they wanted to dress a woman, resistance was impossible. They cut her clothes off and dress her as they would any other slave girl.
The motif was pink with white trim. The garter belt was pink satin, lined in front with white lace ruffles. The stockings were sheer white, not opaque, but colored to match the rest of the colors. The high-heeled sandals were pink patent leather with a white satin bow on top at her toes.
They allowed her to wear panties, pink satin with white ruffles again.
Her massive titties were encased in a pink satin bra. The padding lifted her titties as it pressed them together. The white trim in this case was her boobs, seeming to want to explode from the bra.
Shirley stood on the other side of the pavilion with a spreader bar between her ankles and another between her wrists. An eyebolt in the center of the lower spreader bar connected to a ring in the ground made it impossible for her to move her feet much. Oh, she could squirm around some, and may get up on one tiptoe, but that was about it.
The upper spreader bar held her arms a meter and a half apart. Two eyebolts with chains forced her arms over her head. She could wiggle back and forth a few centimeters, but that was about it.
"Has anyone told you what special treat we have in store for you, Shirley? No? In a little while, we are going to go down to Cara and Caryn to use our persuasive ways on their bottoms. I'm sure it won't take much to have them begging for slave collars. And then to reward them for being good little slave girls, we are going to bring them over here, give them paddles, and let them go to work on your ass."
Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
The buxom brunette struggled violently but could not gain any freedom at all. Shirley's reaction evoked laughter.
The only remaining thing to do to Shirley was to place the matching, pink satin blindfold over her eyes.
"While you are standing there, we want you to build up all the resistance you can. After all, we don't want you giving in too quickly."
The buxom captive struggled in a vain attempt to knock the blindfold off by shaking her head. She was the latest in a long line of slave girls (or future slave girls) who had tried this without success.
"Let's go see how Debbie is getting alone."
Ah, yes, Debbie! Does anyone think she is willing to become a slave girl? She does not yet wear a collar, but can one be far off?
She resisted as they expected. And as you expect, they had little trouble getting her bound and naked. They hung her upside down while they cut away her clothing. In this position she could not resist as they put the high-heeled sandals on. She did not resist when they put the panty briefs on her. Oh, it was comical to watch, freeing one leg to get one foot through a leghole, then rebinding it so they could free the other leg.
When they let her down they pulled her upright and pulled the panties tight.
The panties were bright red nylon, the same shade as a well-beaten slave girl's ass. Had Debbie realized the significance of that color, she would have worried about it instead of worrying about her bare titties.
They had her arms securely bound behind her back. They did not want her to thrash about and hurt herself. They were already bound with cords at the wrist. They pulled her bound arms up to waist-level where they passed another cord about her waist several time. With her hands immobile they turned their attention to her arms. Tying one end of a cord to her left upper arm, they passed it across her chest so they could loop it about her right upper arm. After a couple more passes, they pulled all slack from the loops. The cord pulled her upper arms forward and pressed them against the sides of her body.
She could wiggle her fingers about and that was all.
Debbie struggled with her bondage, but could not get free. The Amazons tied her so securely that could only thrash around on the ground. To keep her from hurting herself, they bound her ankles together, then bent her feet back toward her bottom to tie her feet to her hands, putting her into an effective hogtie.
She continued to roll about on the ground, but three Amazons watched to insure she did nothing that would allow her to escape.
She had rolled on to her side when Roxanne first saw.
"The first step is to make her docile so we may continue with her submission without resistance."
"How do you to that? I know Debbie. She will not submit without resistance."
Debbie wondered how they intended to force her to submit. She stopped struggling for a view seconds to listen as they discussed her fate.
"It really is not that difficult. Debbie's dominant manner is simply an act. With just a little persuasion, we can show heard the error of her ways."
Debbie wondered what that "persuasion" would be, but it became evident that it would not be explained. Instead it would be demonstrated. Two Amazons pulled her up so she knelt. The hogtie position had not changed only she now knelt with her bound feet near her waist.
Cathy approached the kneeling captive with a red satin slave hood.
Debbie did try to resist, but of course she could not. The Amazon had little trouble pulling the satin bag down over her head. Pulling the drawstring together under her chin, she secured it with simple bow.
As with all the slave hoods they used, this satin one was double line so no light at all could get through to be where. As Cathy stepped back she motioned for the two Amazons to lower the captive to the ground so she remained hogtied on the ground. While wearing the hood, Debbie could not see them move about her.
"A couple of hours in total darkness will make her agreeable to almost anything."
With that the tall Amazon began to giggle. Roxanne joined in though she did not understand what was going on.
So you are no doubt wondering how Debbie ended up in this position. The Amazons were ready to execute their plan of taking over the cosmetology college. They hinted to Debbie that date wanted to her to bring Roxanne out to their encampment outside the city walls. They gave no explanation why they were doing this, but Debbie suspected date wanted to turn the tall blonde into a slave girl. While that was their eventual plan, that was further down the road. Instead, they pounced on Debbie leaving her bound and gagged on the ground.
Cathy and Roxanne moved to another area of the large pavilion.
"How long are you going to leave per like that?"
The tall Amazon looked at the struggling captive.
"Not long. Just a few minutes. But we will tell her it has been two hours. She will be due willing to do anything to avoid another two hours wearing that hood. Then we can begin her real submission."
So that was how it went. After ten minutes they pulled the hood from the brunette's head and asked her if she wanted to wear it for another two hours. She shook her head no. Cathy held it out before her face and warned heard that it could go on her head at any time.
They flipped the captive her on back to make it easier for them to loop a rope about her lower thighs immediately above the knees. With that rope, and another about her ankles, they insured she could not move her feet apart.
Everything had gone according to plan. The Amazons arose, pulling Debbie to her feet. They then dragged their helpless captive to a large training room where she had watched Andrea being forced to submit. They forced her to squat down a little so they could run rope about her neck and back down to her knees. When it was tied, she could not straighten up.
In this position, her bottom protruded out in back, begging for a spanking.
"Before we've began the actual rite of submission, we have to tenderize her bottom."
"Tenderize her bottom?"
Cathy smiled politely. Roxanne was getting on her nerves. Subtlety was not her strong point. She would love so much to have a go at Roxanne's bottom. As we will see, she would not have the opportunity.
But we are getting ahead of ourselves.
"We use of this large paddle on her bottom until it is so painful that she would be willing to do almost anything to avoid another whack with it. Then we switch over to this leather paddle. By the time we are finished with them, Debbie will enjoy begging to become a slave girl."
The tall Amazon waved the paddle around as she advanced on Debbie. The naked captive tried to jump away but could not. The Amazons pulled her around so Cathy would have a free shot at her panty-covered bottom. The Amazon rubbed her left hand all over to Debbie's bottom. Having another woman fondle her bottom would reinforce how helpless she really was.
Cathy wished she could deliver the first blow, but Clarissa had that all planned out. She looked over at Roxanne.
"Would you like to do the honors?"
"Yes!"
The blonde jumped at the opportunity to paddle on the brunette's bottom.
"Stand here. Use both hands. Swing it back as far as you want, and your arms and shoulders to deliver the blow. Don't worry about hurting her. As a slave girl she will have to get used to treatment such as this. You will be doing her a favor."
The blonde did as she was instructed.
Whack
"Mmmmmfffffttttt"
"Was that hard enough?"
"Look for it yourself."
They pulled the panties down so Roxanne could see the outline of the wooden paddle on Debbie's alabaster cheeks. The rectangle gradually turned red as they watched.
"When we are finished, we want her bottom to look the same shade as her panties.
"How many swats?"
"Keep swinging until you get tired. If it is too much for her, she will tell you."
Roxanne gave Cathy a puzzled look until she realized it was a joke. With the rubber ball wedged between her teeth, Debbie could say nothing. As long as Roxanne wanted to swing the paddle, Debbie would hath to be on the receiving end.
Whack!
"Mmmmmffffftttttt."
By the time Roxanne paused, Debbie's bottom was bright red. The blonde had changed the point of impact so she covered the captive's entire bottom.
"Now we are ready to start the next phase of her submission."
She moved around in front of Debbie. She pointed down to a line drawn in the ground as she spoke.
"You are going to make to complete a full circuit around this room. When you hear the command "position," you squat further and stick your bottom out. When the strap or switch lands on your bottom, that will be the signal for you to hop forward. It is in your best interest to try to hop as far as you can. The fewer times you have to hop, the fewer were swats you get on the bottom."
She started to turn away but then turned back as though she had an afterthought.
"And if you refuse to jump. We bring you back to the starting point so you can start over. Only this time we will use a wooden paddle."
Cathy selected a willowy switched to begin with. Moving around to Debbie's left she stood in the position where she could deliver a blow to captive's panty-covered bottom.
"Position."
The Amazon waited until Debbie squatted down a little. She then drew the switch back and flung it forward.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
Debbie, in her pain, forgot to jump.
"If you don't jump my dear, you will receive a lot of unnecessary punishment. Now let us try that again. Position."
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
Debbie hopped forward a couple of centimeters.
"It is going to be a long day if you only hopped forward that much. Cathy giggled a little as she ran to her left hand across the bottomcheeks of the captive.
"Not that I am complaining though. Maybe you are one of those women who enjoys the feel of a switch on her fanny."
Debbie responded by shaking her head.
"Position."
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
A complete circuit of the area was about fifty meters. Debbie had increased her jumps to half a dozen centimeters. It would still take many blows to her bottom before she reached the end.
Debbie hopped forward only a few meters but found the pain to intense to continued. She was used to beating slave girls, not having her own ass beaten. She realized that she would take hundreds of swats from the switch before she made a complete circuit of the room. She fell to her knees to get Cathy to stop.
The tall Amazon had anticipated something like this. With a wave of her hand she signaled two Amazons to pull the captive to her feet and drag her back to the starting point. As Cathy moved in position, another Amazon handed her a wooden paddle. She placed her left hand on Debbie's left tit. The paddle slammed into the brunette's bottom.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
"Are you ready to behave now?"
Debbie sobbed loudly through her ballgag.
"I cannot hear you. Use your head."
The beautiful brunette noted. As Cathy had said, she was willing to do anything to avoid another spanking. If the Amazon had demanded that she submitted to a slave collar right then, she would have.
But that would have spoiled the Amazons' fun.
Cathy handed the paddle to another Amazon and pulled the switch out from her belt.
"Position."
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
Debbie was so glad when they reached the starting point. At least this torment was over.
Or so she thought.
"So much for the switch. Let me see how motivated you are by this leather paddle."
She made a little circular motion with her right hand. Two Amazons spun the brunette captive a round so she faced back in the directions she had started.
"Position."
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
Even Roxanne could tell him that Debbie wanted to be a slave girl by the time she made a second circuit around the area.
"Roxanne, do you want to have a turn?"
"Certainly.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
Debbie protested, but she had no say in the matter. The Amazons had decided she would do another circuit of the room bound and gagged. Roxanne would have the privilege of paddling her fanny.
"Position."
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
The buxom brunette stuck her bottom out as far as she could.
"Position."
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
There were many others there.
"Position."
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
If she were good, perhaps they would not let others paddle her while she hopped about the room.
"Position."
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt."
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