Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 75

Poor Melissa! Being treated like a common slave girl.

Of course, there is nothing common about Melissa – that beautiful face, that long, golden blonde hair, those huge tits.

How many times can a woman, come before she becomes too exhausted to resist? For Melissa it was forty times. She could not even think of resisting if a man chose to use her. Her reaction became automatic when she heard someone walking behind her. She spread her legs apart and bent over. It seemed everyman want to use her.

Unfortunately for the buxom blonde, this was only the beginning of her training as a slave girl. They returned her to the slave kennel where she began. They stripped her down to only her high heels. She was only a slave girl. She needed nothing else to wear. She had no need for modesty. Modesty was something that free women had, and Melissa was nothing more than a slave girl. Her voluptuous charms were there for everyone to enjoy.

They led her to another training room, one she did not recognize. As a mistress she had never been involved with rewarding slave girls for being good. She was about to have a real learning experience.

A jerk down on the leash told Melissa to kneel in the center of the room. A pole rose half a meter from the floor to her right. Atop was a ring. The mistress attached her leash to the ring.

A well-trained slave girl would have stared straight ahead. Since Melissa qualified as a slave girl only because of the leather collar about her neck, she looked to the left as the mistress moved in that direction. The women exited through a door, but return a few seconds later leading a pair of slave girls connected at the collar. She tethered one facing the wall next to the door. A second guard followed them through the door.

The first in line she led to a set of stocks immediately in front of the kneeling blonde. The second guard removed the captive's bonds. Melissa watched without comprehending as they raised the upper board of the pillory so the slave girl could fit her neck and wrists in the grooves on the bottom board. They then brought the upper board down to imprison her hands and head in the tiny circles of wood. The slave girl knew what was about to happen to her so she had no desire at all to escape. She was a well-trained salve so she recognized the futility of such an action anyway. The guards moved around behind her. She had already spread her legs almost a meter apart. They squatted to fit a leather cuff about each ankle. A chain connected a ring in the floor to another on the leather cuff. These chains kept her from drawing her legs together.

In this position any man could use her and she could not resist.

She would not have wanted to resist, but there were no men about here.

Only Melissa.

And her delicious tongue.

They dragged the blonde forward until her tummy touched the slave girl's fanny.

"Kneel!"

The blonde slave girl lowered her left knee to the floor, then brought her right down to join it. She sat back on her ankles so her face was away from the slave girl's bare bottom. That slave girl's pussy was centimeters in front of her face.

She began to have an idea what they wanted her to do.

They removed the ballgag from her mouth. One guard pulled her long blonde hair behind her head and tied it in a ponytail.

A chain tether was attached to the ring from her collar. The working end of the chain was passed between the spread legs of the other slave girl. One guard stepped around in front to take the end of the chain. As that guard pulled on chain, the one in other pushed the kneeling blonde's shoulders forward. Melissa could not resist has they pressed her face against the bare bottom cheeks of the slave girl.

"Scoot your knees forward a little bit."

Melissa moved forward only a couple of centimeters. That was all she needed to do. She was now in the right position. The chain leash insured that her eyes were kept pressed against the slave girl's bare bottomcheeks. Her lips were a fraction of a centimeter from the slave girl's pussy.

"Stick your tongue out and go to work."

The last thing Melissa wanted to do was lick the pussy of a slave girl. She had no choice. The guards could see if she performed or not. The guard that had remained her placed a knee against Melissa's upper body to push forward.

The blonde's tongue shot in and out into the pussy of the other slave girl.

The second guard locked the end of the chain to the ring on the pillory. Melissa could only keep her face where they wanted it. She could not pull her head back. She also had to keep her head tilted back so they could see if she was working at the task at hand, or not.

Melissa was exhausted from being used so often outside that she was unable to think about resisting. She was inexperienced at pleasing another woman so it took time for her to make the woman come. The bound captive's body jerked as she experienced an orgasm.

Melissa thought that was all they wanted to do. She expected them to release her but they made no effort to free her. She realized she was not finished bringing pleasure to the other slave girl. She continued to lick. The writhed about in her bondage as she moved toward her second orgasm.

After half an hour one guard unlocked the chain so the other could pull the blonde's head back. Ashe shoved a leather pouch into Melissa's open mouth.

"Keep your head in this position."

She had no need to secure the gag within the blonde's mouth, as it would remain in place unless the captive did something so foolhardy as to try to push it out with her tongue.

The guard next slipped leather blindfold over her captive's eyes. Melissa had no need to know what went on about her.

She hoped the ordeal was over, but it took only a few seconds for her to realize that they were not finished with her. She heard them remove the slave girl imprisoned in the pillory immediately before her. From the sounds, she knew one guard led that slave girl from the room.

The other guard brought the second slave girl over in front of her.

When the blindfold came off, she found herself staring at another bare of bare bottomcheeks. Melissa needed no instructions on how to act. As soon as the woman removed the leather pouch from her mouth, she moved her head forward to reach the pussy.

The slave girl was approaching her first orgasm by the time the guard had the tether chain locked to the ring.

You're probably wondering what was what the purpose of this was?

It was practice, of course. By the time she finished servicing the final slave girl, Melissa was quite used to bringing another woman to an orgasm. She was now ready.

She was ready to serve the mistresses.

She knelt with her back to a chair. They pushed her head back so it fit into a groove the seat. Tiny locks secured the rings on the side of her collar to the seat so she could not raise her head. Straps and chains kept her body immobile under the device. A ballgag remained in her mouth, though the strap was not buckled. The chair back was placed in the proper position by inserting the pegs at the bottom into holes on either side of the blonde's neck.

In this position, Melissa could see little of what went on around her. The mistress stood beside the chair, studying her captive. When she moved back a few meters, Melissa lost sight of her. When the woman returned, the blonde slave girl could see she had removed her long skirt and panties.

The woman disappeared from sight again from a few seconds but reappeared as she straddled the chair seat. Before lowering her pussy onto Melissa's face, she paused to pull the rubber ball from the blonde's mouth. She then sat down. For her, it was a comfortable position. Her pussy was pressed against the mouth of the slave girl.

Melissa knew what she had to do. Her tongue went to work on the woman. She had no doubt that she would be punished if she did not cause the woman to come quickly and often.

Melissa's tongue and lips were tired, but she knew she did not dare stop to rest them. She rubbed her tongue around the labia and inserted it in the pussy.

When that mistress had come several times, she raised her body off the blonde so she could insert the rubber ball back into her mouth. Once she had dressed, she left the room, but another mistress arrived after her.

And another after her.

So that was how Melissa spent her first afternoon as a slave girl. They had used the blonde as a slave girl, used her in every which way. There was no part of her body they had not used to bring pleasure to others.

Now that she had pleased them, they were ready to start her training.

They led her to another large training room with her hands cuffed behind her back. She stared at the floor before her as she waited. She the longer thought of herself as a free woman. She was only a slave girl.

A mistress arrived to start Melissa's training. As she circled around the captive, Melissa saw that she wore black leather. She also carried a switch that she slapped nervously against her thigh as she paced about the captive.

Another mistress appeared in sight from the other direction leading a pair of French Maid. Unlike the buxom blonde, these slave girls had fully accepted their new status in life. They pranced about on the high heels, wiggling their fannies as they made their titties wobble back and forth.

Their own desire was to please their mistress.

The second mistress passed the leashes to the first who indicated with a wave of her hand that they were to spin about so she could get at their hands to free them. As she did that, she gave them instructions in a low voice that the blonde could not hear. The mistress reached over their shoulders to undo the ends of the leashes.

With a slap on the bottom of each, she sent them scurrying across the room to get bondage devices for the blonde. They wiggled their bottoms to prove to their mistress that they enjoyed showing off their charms.

Melissa caught only a glimpse of them as the mistress got her attention by prodding her large titties with the end of the switch. Melissa started to pull her legs together when the woman put it between her thighs, but decided that was a quick way to ask for punishment. She moved her feet apart to make it easier for the woman to rub her pussy with the switch.

The mistress passed the switch from her right hand to her left. With her free right hand she fondled the blonde's right tittie.

"See, if you are a good girl you get rewarded."

She used her left to swing the switch against the blonde's bare bottomcheeks.

Crack!

The woman's hand shifted to Melissa' left titties.

Crack!

"I decided whether you have pleasure, or whether you have pain. And you want nothing more than to make me happy, don't you?

The blonde nodded.

The mistress rubbed the switch against the blonde's fanny so she knew another swat was a real possibility.

"And you aren't going to do anything to make me punish you, are you?"

The blonde shook her head.

As the French Maids returned with a leather corset, the mistress stepped around behind the buxom captive to unlock her handcuffs. She pulled the blonde's in the air, and then down behind her head where she crossed them. A couple loops with a cord bound them together. Passing the one end of the cord through the ring on the back of the collar, she secured Melissa's arms out of the way.

One French Maid stood before the blonde while the other wrapped the corset around her waist from behind. She laced it up the back, and then used a steel rod to pull the lacing taut.

The French Maid before Melissa insured that it was in the proper position in front. Her large titties fit into a pair of grooves in the front of the leather garment, giving the impression that they tumbled out over the top.

The tightness about her waist forced the captive blonde to breath deeply with her chest. The first thing anyone noticed about Melissa was those two huge melons rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

When they finished with it the French Maids trotted across the room to get a new pair of shoes for the blonde. Melissa paid no attention to the down. All she worried about was the switch in the hands of her mistress.

The removed her high heeled sandals and place new ones on her feet. A pair of straps went across the top of foot and to more about the ankle. With each French Maid bent over, Melissa could not see what they did to her feet. She felt them draw a strap across the top of each foot, and another about her lower ankle. When she shifted her weight, the shoes seemed oddly heavy.

They were not done with her though. They pulled her hands up to waist level, forcing her bend her arms. This was difficult to do with her arms encased in leather but the blonde had no choice in a matter.

At waist-level in back, on both sides of the leather corset, there was a steel ring, riveted to the leather. They passed padlock through these rings and through the ring at the end of the single glove. When locked the captive could not alter the position of her arms.

Now the buxom beauty could not even use her arms to protect herself.

She could not use them to protect her bottom either.

The only thing left to do was to change her gag. While one French Maid crossed the room to get the harness she needed, the other readjusted her ponytail so it was the proper position. When the first returned, they pulled the ballgag from the blonde's mouth. As soon as it popped up, a French Maid offered a bit gag to the blonde. Melissa opened her mouth so the woman could insert the leather covered rode between her teeth.

There was more to the gag than just the bit. That was part of a harness that would circle her head.

The French Maid working on her ponytail pulled the ends of the leather strap behind her head where she buckled them together. As she did that, the first French maid pulled the remainder of the harness in the air and back over the blonde's head. She held it there until her sister slave was ready for it.

The first step was to grab the blonde ponytail with the hook at the end of a small rod. Inserting the other end through a leather loop in the harness, she used it to pull Melissa's ponytail through the loop.

As she pulled the harness down to secure it to the first strap, the other French Maid secured the chinstrap. A short strap dropped down from that first strap a couple centimeters to the ends of the strap. This strap forced her to bite down on the bitgag.

The French Maid standing behind the captive attached to her ponytail a piece of leather three centimeters long. This caused the ponytail to run straight back from her head before dropping down.

Now you probably have no doubt by now guessed that they had Melissa outfitted as the pony girl. That this was the function of her bondage did not occur to the blonde at the time. All she knew was that she was still bound as a slave girl and that she was not any closer to figuring out who was stealing from.

And she certainly recognized none of the guards or mistresses.

The guard lowered a chain from the ceiling until the end of it was at the same level as the blonde's head. She then ran a tethering chain from the blonde's collar to the ring at the end of the chain. Melissa had nowhere to go, but now there was no reason she should even try. She was bound and he helplessly tethered again.

The guard was finished with the French Maids so she secured their hands behind their packs with handcuffs and attached leases to their collars. She took them from the room so others could use their talents.

Within a couple of minutes she was back to Melissa

"Stand on your right foot," she said as she poked the blonde in her right tittie.

Slowly the blonde raised her left foot in the air a few centimeters as the guard moved her right, Melissa's left. The switch tapped gently on the back of the slave girl's left thigh.

"Higher. Higher. Higher. I want the thigh parallel to the ground."

When the blonde had achieved the desired position, to guard moved out in front of her.

"Now, I want you to stand on your left foot, but when you do that, I want you to bring your right leg in the air as you bring your left down. Do not let both feet touch the ground the same time."

Melissa was not certain she could do this, but she was too terrified of the switch not try. She did as she was ordered, raising one foot in the air as the other went down. She realized she did not have her left foot high enough in the air so she continued bringing it up.

"Not bad for the first time. Now shift legs again."

Melissa repeated the process, lowering one foot while raising the other.

The guard circled the blonde, inspecting her for every side.

"Now I want you to start doing it in succession. Shift your feet, count to three, and shift back. Count to three and shift again, Continue doing that until I tell you to stop."

Carefully the blonde shifted the position of her feet, raising one while lowering the other. Slowly she counted to three, and she did it again. Her eyes remained on the guard standing before her. One. Two. Three. Shift.

"Not bad, not bad at all. Now I want you to change the count from three to just two."

This gave the blonde less time to rest between each shift. She still had no idea what this was leading too. She only knew that she was naked and been tormented. She had no idea that she was trip being trained to be a functional part of society, although a very inferior part of it.

One. Two. Three. Shift. One. Two. Three. Shift One. Two. Three. Shift.

"Good. Good. Now lower the count to 1."

The Melissa gasped for air as she shifted her legs. She had only time to move her legs into the desired position pause and move tem back. Up. Down. Up. Down.

The guard continued to pace back and forth in front of her.

"Okay now you can put both feet down on the ground and rest." She moved closer to the blonde so she could fondle her titties with both hands. "Good girl. Good girl."

Melissa hated the fact that she was pleased that the guard was happy with her performance. The woman treated her as though she was animal, and Melissa was pleased.

She watched as the guard crossed the room to get a chair. The woman left the room momentarily, returning with a drink. The before sitting in the chair, she studied the blonde.

"I think we can dispense with the chain."

She removed the chain leash first. She then pulled the end of the chain up in the air and fastened the end to a rain so it was out of the way in the air. She then settled down in the chair before the captive.

"Now you are going to show me what you have learned. This time there will be no pause between moving your legs. Up. Down. Up. Down. That is what I want from you."

The mistress took a drink. She smiled at blonde before her.

"Begin."

Melissa jerked her right knee in the air until her thigh was horizontal. She then brought it down as she raised her left in the air. She then brought it down as she raised the right. Up. Down. Up. Down. She stared at her mistress who sat comfortably before her sipping the drink.

Melissa wore the collar of a slave girl. She existed only to bring pleasure to others. The guard before her was her mistress. Melissa had to do whatever the woman wanted to bring her pleasure.

They had her do it for a few minutes at first before letting her rest for a minute. The next session was a little longer as was the session after that. By the time this phase of her this training was done, Melissa could do it without fear of falling over.

She was ready to move on to the next phase. The mistress attached the leash to her collar and led her to another room.

"I want you to walk the way you have been practicing. Don't have both legs on the ground at the same time."

Melissa thought this was quite ridiculous, but then again what they had a slave girl's do was intended to make them look ridiculous. With the mistress in front of her, she could not see what was before her in the room until it was to late. They were in a large training. The mistress and led her to a sulky.

Melissa knew then she had been trained as a pony girl.

It was much too late for her to resist. The mistress led her to the proper position. She turned to put both hands on the slave girl's shoulders to stop her. She maneuvered the blonde a meter to her left so she could pull the bar down. On the front of the corset there was a metal ring. A padlock threaded through that ring and a ring on the crossbar kept the blonde slave collar chained to the sulky.

The mistress climbed into the seat of a sulky. Taking the reins in her left hand she shook them,

"All you have to do is trot around in a circle, but continue to move your feet as I trained you."

To get the blonde slave girl started, the mistress snapped the whip against her left bottomcheek.

Melissa jumped forward.

"Move your legs as I trained you."

More blows landed on her bottom before Melissa complied. She pulled the sulky around the training room. The mistress had no reason for them to stop after one turn, so Melissa continued around a second time, after that a third. The blonde lost track of the number of times she circled about that large room.

Melissa concentrated on doing the job assigned to her to keep from having the woman beat her ass more. She did not notice other enter the room. The mistress signaled for them to open the outside door with a wave of her hand. When she pulled on the right rein, she told the buxom blonde to turn to the right. To keep Melissa from thinking of what she was about to do, she flicked the whip against her bare bottom.

What else could the blonde do but drag the sulky outside. She turned to the left when the woman pulled on that rein. She continued down the street to the corner. At the intersection, Melissa felt a tug on the left rein. She turned to the left. At the next intersection she felt about tug on the left. She turned left again and again. She saw the open door to a building and realized they had gone around the block. They were back where they had begun.

She leaned to the left to go back inside as soon as she felt the tug on the leash, but their was no. The mistress allowed her to continue down the street, through the intersection, down another block or two before turning right. At the next intersection they turned left.

If it had been the mistress's intent to confuse the captive blonde she had succeeded. Melissa had no idea where she was. She merely followed the instructions given

Finally, there was a tug on a rein to the right. When the blonde turned in that direction, she entered a building.

Melissa was glad to be home.

And she shuddered as she realized she was a slave girl and she considered herself one. She wore the collar of a slave girl. She was bound as a slave girl. She was dressed as a slave girl.

Why wouldn't she think of herself as a slave girl?.

"Would anybody else like to take her out?"

That was silly question. Of course everybody did. Melissa spent the late afternoon trotting around town as a pony girl.

Now you are probably wondering why she was taught to trot that way, one foot in the air, one foot on the ground. A rapid movement of her legs up and caused her whole body to shake and as it did, her massive titties bounced with each step. It was a most delightful sight. With her boobs bouncing up and down like that, no one would suspend Melissa was not a properly collared slave girl.

Do you begin to see the emergence of a plan here?

When all had an opportunity to take the buxom blonde out for a test run, they did not release her from the sulky. Whenever they needed someone to go someplace, they used her. Within hours they got used to trotting down the streets of the town with a mistress seated on the sulky. She had become an obedient little slave girl so there was no need for them to use the switch on her bottom.

When they arrived at their destination, the mistress would pull back on both reins to get Melissa to stop. The woman would dismount and tether the ponygirl to a hitching post by passing the reins a couple times about the post and tying a simple hitch.

Melissa had no choice but to stand there staring the simple means in which the woman had bound her. She could not even undo a simple hitch.

She saw hands untying the simple hitch and drawing the reins behind her. She felt the movement of the sulky as mistress sat on the seat.

"Giddy up."

The mistress flicked both reins.

Melissa went back to work.