Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 76

A solitary figure stood on a large rock beside the road. For the first ten minutes of her wait, there are no signs of life there is the desert. Finally, in the distance, where the road from Tonto follows a dry riverbed, a small cloud of distance appeared. At first it was small, but as it moved toward the left, it became larger.

Our figure looked to the left, in the direction of Emerald City.

"No sign yet of pursuit," she muttered to herself, "But it will be coming."

She turned her attention back to the cloud of dust. It continued to move slowly to the left.

Her hand went to her side. Through the material of pants she could feel the hard stones that were diamonds, twenty-four perfectly matched diamonds that until recently had belonged to Lady Constance. That was why the King's Musketeers would be after her. They could not allow an insult like this happen to the King's "petite amie."

The dust cloud stopped moving to the left and was now stationary but growing larger. She jumped from the rock to get her saddle. Her mount had died earlier that day. That was why she needed a ride.

The Overland Stage through Monument Valley came into sight, a dark box drawn by four horses in the middle of a billowing cloud of dust. When the driver saw her in the middle of the road, he pulled back on the reins, bringing the stage to a halt.

"I need a ride. How much to the next stop?"

"A couple of pfennings if you're just riding to the waystation, ten if you want to ride to Lordsburg. We're full up inside. You'll have to ride on top," the driver said in a high-pitched, squeaky voice.

"That fine with me."

She fished a handful of coins from her pocket to pay him.

"Give me your saddle and I'll help you up. They call me 'Buck.'"

"I'm Jaime."

For those of your wondering why Sheriff Curley Wilcox wasn't riding shotgun, the answer is simple: He was out chasing after the Ringo Kid.

Buck flicked the reins while the blonde settled down on the hard top of the stage. From her vantage point, Jaime watched the horizon for some sign of pursuit. There was none, but she knew they could not be far behind.

And you may wonder who filled the interior of the coach, forcing blonde Jaime to ride on top? There were six, four females and two males. Two females traveled together. The males accompanied the other two females. All the females of course were young, beautiful, and sexy, or there would be no point to the story.

So we have five females traveling by stagecoach. By the end of the day I wonder how many will be wearing a slave collar?

After a ride of six or eight kilometers, they reached the next waystation. There the horses would be changed and the passengers permitted to stretch their legs before the journey continued.

As it was though, all the passengers left the coach. None were continuing on to Lordsburg.

Jaime's reason for leaving the stage was clear. Lordsburg was the next town. That had to be the destination of the Musketeers searching for her. There had to be a coach going in a different direction. If not, she would hide until the pursuers left for Lordsburg, then she would buy (or steal) a horse and ride for Tonto. That would throw them off her track.

Activity on the porch drew the attention of everyone. They had started up the six steps toward the front door when movement to their left drew their attention. Two naked slave girls knelt bound, gagged and blindfolded on pedestals while a third was being prepared.

The unfortunate captive wore only high-heeled sandals and a leather slave collar. As the passengers paused to watch, two men formed her long dark hair into pigtails high on the back of her head. The two then lifted the little slave girl in the air, setting her down so one knee rested on each pedestal before her. In this position, her legs were spread far apart.

They had shaved her pussy so nothing interfered with their view of the most private part of her body.

She was a slave girl – she had to get used to this.

The captive was incapable of resisting as she wore a singleglove that kept her arms secured behind her back. While one man stood before her to hold her body steady, the other attached a chain to the ring at the end of the bondage device. He let the chain drop down to the floor where there was a ring mounted in the floor, but he did nothing with the chain yet.

First he attached a leather band to the right pigtail. Pulling a light chain down from an overhead pulley, he attached the hook at the end to a ring on the leather band. He left that chain dangle also while he fastened a large leather band about the captive's left ankle. He next threaded the end of the chain though a ring on this latter strap, pulling it tight and hooking it to a link.

It took him only seconds to repeat the process, running a chain between the left pigtail and the right ankle.

He turned his attention back to the chain connecting the beautiful captive's right pigtail to her left ankle. By moving the hook up two more links, he forced her to stretch out her body so she could not move it at all. He repeated the process with the other chain.

Squatting behind the naked slave girl, he threaded the chain from her singleglove through that ring on the floor. By pulling on it, he forced her body down. When he secured the hook at the end to one of the links, the captive could not move at all. Her hands were imprisoned in leather. Her feet were twisted around so she would pull her hair if she tried to move them. The light chain kept her feet pressed tightly against her bottomcheeks.

A ballgag harness kept her mouth clamped down tightly on the rubber ball filling her mouth. The chinstrap kept her teeth biting into the rubber.

One last item was a black leather blindfold. A strap about her head kept the leather pads pressed against her eyes, so she could not every open them.

"Look at this," said one of the women, a black-haired beauty named Annette d'Isis. Her companion moved closer.

Annette placed her index finger on the captive's pussy. Very gently she rubbed her finger forward and back along the captive's left pussy lip. Slowly her nipples became hard and pointed.

"That's the only part of her body that can move, and she has no control over it."

"How do you know that?" asked her companion, Jeanne Moore.

A good question. How does she know that?

"Come on," was Annette's answer. She did not want Jeanne thinking too much.

Jaime moved to the end of the porch to look for some sign of pursuit, but there still was none. When she turned, Annette and Jeanne had already disappeared inside. The two men were conducting a thorough inspection of the slave girl's exposed body. The two remaining women were with them. One pulled on the sleeve of another to get her to go inside.

"We'll see you guys inside."

So how does a beautiful young woman moved from one town to another? More importantly, how does she do it without becoming a slave girl?

Yvette Young had the answer.

Only Yvette and her best friend Courtney Cousins knew why they were there. The two guys had come along for protection for Courtney.

Yvette needed none.

The men followed the two into the waystation and immediately went into the bar to have a drink. They knew Yvette was paying.

Courtney stood back, trying to blend into the scenery as Yvette rented a room upstairs.

"Come on."

Without waiting for a response, the tall blonde started for the steps. She had been here before. This was an old routine to her.

"Do you know what you are doing?" her friend asked once they were far enough from the desk so no one would over hear.

"Of course. I have done this often before."

The room Yvette had rented was on the third floor of the inn.

Courtney sat in a chair and watched Yvette strip down naked. The tall blonde proceeded to put on a pink and white satin garter belt. She sat on the edge of the bed to pull the beige stockings up. Smoothing them out with both hands, she attached the tops to tabs at the end of the straps hanging down from the garter belt. She did not have to adjust the length of the straps. She had warned this garter belt often before. Everything was adjusted for her already

The next step was to put on the pink, patent leather sandals with the 15-centimeter stiletto heels.

Yvette walked across the room and back to get accustomed to the high heels. Courtney watched with her mouth open in surprise.

"How can you walk in those things?"

"I've practiced enough. You should try it."

Courtney replied with a silent shake of her head. She still could not believe her friend was going to do this even though Yvette had told tales of doing it many times before.

"Don't they…make you do things?"

The tall blonde smiled as she turned to walk back across the room. She had much experience in wearing high heels, so much that she knew she could get around without turning an ankle. She wanted to insure they were on correctly.

"I told you. There are perks."

Courtney felt uncomfortable watching her friend parade around before her wearing only the garterbelt and stockings. It was though the tall blonde thought she was a slave girl. She was glad when Yvette pulled out the black satin panties.

She stuck them between her legs, pulling two corners up on her right thigh. She tied to strings together in a bow, before turning her attention to the other side. The blonde repeated the process over there, and then turned her attention back to the right side. She worked back and forth without any help from Courtney. She had done this often before so she knew how to adjust them so they were perfect.

We've seen this type of panty before. A tug on either bow would cause them to flutter to the ground.

It was almost as though the beautiful woman wanted someone to remove them.

The next item was the pink satin miniskirt. We have seen this type of miniskirt before also. It was short and flared. If Yvette bend over at all, the black satin panties would be visible.

The only remaining item was the pink satin halter-top. It took her only a couple of minutes to fit the satin cups over her large titties. One set of strings was tied together in a bow at the nape of her neck. The other two were behind her back. She then adjusted her boobs so they fit properly in the cups.

It was the same as with the panties. Once tug on the upper bow were cause the garment to fall away, exposing her titties.

Pulling the pins from her hair, she all-out her blonde hair to cascade down over her shoulders.

She shook her head, letting her hair flow freely. She spread her fingers wide as she ran them through her hair.

Turning to her friend, hands on hip, she said, "Well, I'm already."

Courtney was becoming bored with this whole procedure. Yvette could get in trouble if she did this to herself in town, which was why they had to go to this tavern twenty kilometers outside the city walls. Unfortunately, that meant that Courtney's day was ruined. She spent a couple hours riding out, an hour or two at the cavern, and another two hours riding back. There was little time to do much else.

She decided this day to get her revenge.

"Can I put the gag and handcuffs on you?"

"I guess so."

"You do the collar though."

Courtney was thinking as though they were still in town where she could get in trouble by putting a slave girl collar on a free woman without the proper papers. The whole point of coming out here was to evade the technicalities of the law.

Yvette slid the leather slave collar about her neck, sticking the tab in the buckle on the other and. The device locked automatically. It was easy enough to unlock, if one had the key. Also, if one was not helplessly bound.

And other words, once a slave collar was on, it would not come off.

She held up the handcuffs for Courtney to see.

"I'm ready for you."

The young woman bounded to her feet with anticipation. She worked key in the keyhole to open both cuffs.

As she did that, Yvette turned to face in the other direction with her hands behind her back. Courtney quickly fitted a steel cuff about the blonde's left wrist and squeezed it shut. Pulling Yvette's right hand to the left, she slid it inside the steel cuff. Once she had the circle of steel around her wrist, Yvette was hopelessly bound.

Wearing a slave collar and bound, she was completely at Courtney's mercy

"Where's the gag?"

"On the bed."

Courtney picked up the ballgag with her right hand. Her left encircled Yvette's head. Pulling, she first forced the captive to tilt her head back. Yvette already had her mouth opened as wide as she could, as she wanted the rubber ball in her mouth. The brunette slipped the rubber ball between the blonde's teeth before letting go of her head. She turned Yvette to the side so the captive faced away from her. Pushing through the long blonde tresses with both hands, she flicked Yvette's hair over both shoulders so she had access to the nape of her neck. Quickly she threaded the working end through the buckle on the other end.

Anyone taking a look at Yvette would never guess she was not a slave girl. She wore the slave collar of a slave girl, and she was dressed as a slave girl. She was bound as a slave girl, and with that rubber ball filling her mouth, she certainly could not utter any protest.

The only thing that kept her from being a slave girl was Courtney.

Courtney was her friend. Courtney would not do that. Of course, Courtney wanted to have some fun with her.

"I know the routine. Take you downstairs?"

The beautiful blonde nodded. With the rubber ball filling her mouth, she could not answer.

The only item remaining on the bed was the chain leash that Courtney picked up. Yvette raised her chin to make it easier for her friend to attach the end of the chain to the ring on the front of her collar.

"You're not in the right position. Kneel."

Yvette realized her friend was playing with her. Carefully she lowered her left knee to the floor, then brought her right down to join it. She stared straight ahead as Courtney circled around her.

After making two circuits, she attached the end of the leash to the collar.

Once she had done that, she had an easy way of controlling Yvette's movements. The captive could not resist.

"On your fee, Slave Girl."

Courtney's was open in awe as the tall blonde quickly came to her feet despite the high heels and having her hands cuffed behind her back. She realized that Yvette had not been lying to her. She did have a lot of experience doing this.

When Courtney headed for the door to the room, Yvette followed, her hips wiggling from side to side with each step. She knew how to act as she had masqueraded as a slave girl several times before without any suspecting otherwise.

The two guys were there to provide safety for Courtney. They might wonder what happened to Yvette. Courtney could not afford to let them see her like this. When Yvette made it back to town, she would never live this down.

Yvette had already briefed Courtney on the story to tell the guys. She had to make certain that they did not associate this beautiful, sexy slave girl with their friend.

As soon as they were in the hall, Courtney attached the end of the leash to the ring on the wall. She then went back into the room to get the valise that Yvette had used to carry her bondage equipment. She closed door and left.

She paused immediately behind Yvette. The brunette stared at the ring on the wall is any proper slave girl would do. She could not tell if someone was watching. Courtney glanced in one direction than the other. No one was in the corridor. It was important that none of the guys see her with the slave girl. Some one might put one and one together and not come up with eleven. Someone else would have to bring the tall blonde downstairs.

As Courtney leaned forward to whisper in Yvette's ear, she put the valise on the floor behind the captive. This freed both hands so she could and reach under her short skirt with both.

"Have fun." She whispered in Yvette's ear.

A jerk on the working end of each bow caused the panties to flutter freely to the floor.

Yvette uttered a grant of protest, but there was nothing she could do.

Courtney stuffed the panties in the valise before heading down the hall with it. She knew they had an hour or so before the arrival of the next coach came heading toward town. She would have a drink or two with the guys, and maybe with a little luck would witness some of Yvette's humiliation.

Oh, yes, it Yvette wanted to act like a slave girl, she would insure that she was treated as one.

What more perfect way is therefore a young woman to travel from one town to another than disguised as a slave girl? As a valuable piece of property, she would be well guarded during the whole journey. The only risk was being freed at the other end. That was not Courtney's responsibility. Yvette had a friend Sandy who would do that.

What could possibly go along with this plan?

Yvette stayed in the hallway with her legs spread far apart. This was the proper position for a slave girl, and she did not want to draw any attention to herself. Occasionally someone would walk by, and the captive to board bend over just a little, so the passerby could see her pussy.

While Courtney had been busy turning Yvette into a slave girl, Jaime was downstairs in the tavern fingering the pouch of diamonds in her pocket as she sipped on her drink. She had already turned down two offers of drinks from gentleman. They would only become more persistent.

Abruptly, she left the bar, heading toward the back of the inn. At the first set of stairs she mounted them. She was halfway down the corridor on the third floor when someone accosted her.

"May I help you?"

"I'm looking for a way to the roof. I…I want to get a look at the view."

"It's only desert out there. Down at the end of this corridor, turn right. The door to the roof is locked, just make certain you lock it when you come down."

The buxom blonde tried not to appear anxious as she made her way to the roof. Once there, it took only half a second for her to realize her worse fear.

There was dust on the horizon in the direction of Emerald City.

The King's Musketeers were coming. She had less than an hour before they arrived.

They would be looking for a blonde traveling by herself.

She had to find some way to hide.

Jaime hit upon a plan. Granted, it was not a very good plan, but she was rapidly running out of options. She rushed down to the front desk to rent a room. That gave her a private place to put her plan into action. A few quick purchases and she was ready to move on to the hardest part of her plan.

She needed the cooperation of someone.

She ran into Courtney heading toward the front desk.

"I'm playing a trick on someone and I wonder if you could help me?"

"If I can."

"I'm going to dress up as a slave girl. How long are you going to be here?"

"The stage isn't due for two hours."

That wasn't true. She had lost track of the time. She was not evil, just a ditz.

"Before you leave, you just free me. I'll give you a thalen when you let me go."

"Okay. What do I do?"

"I rented a room, Room 306. Give me a few minutes to get dressed and come back there."

Jaime had managed to buy a slave girl's outfit she could wear without arousing any suspicions. First she hid her money under the mattress. She did not want Courtney to rob her and run off. She would have to free her to get paid.

The problem was the diamonds. They were far too valuable to allow them to lie around. She tossed the bag up and down in her hand a few times before a solution presented itself.

Spreading her legs, she gently shoved the bag into her pussy.

"As long as no one tries to use me, I'll be okay."

Since she was not going to leave the room, she had nothing to worry about.

The first item she put on was a pink and white garterbelt. She used it to hold up the sheer black stockings. The pink satin panties matched the shade of pink in the garterbelt. Actually, except for the stockings, her whole ensemble was the same shade of pink.

She slipped her feet into the patent leather sandals with the fifteen-centimeter stiletto high heels. A pair of straps across her foot insured they would not come off.

The flared miniskirt barely covered her ass. The satin halter-top barely covered those massive mammaries.

Jamie went to the ubiquitous full-length mirror on one of the walls. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. What she saw was the image of a very sexy slave girl. Slowly she turned to get a look at her reflection. Standing with her back to the mirror, she looked over her shoulder at her reflection.

She adjusted the fit of the halter top on her oversized boobs to reveal more of the curve of her titties. She wanted to look as sexy as possible. Once done, she looked at her reflection again.

"You are one hot slave girl," she said loud to her reflection.

Suddenly it dawned on her what she said, on what she had done. Quickly she pulled the satin to cover as much flesh as she could.

This was a slave girl's outfit and Jaime had really big boobs. The outfit did not cover much of her body.

Courtney arrived at the room as the buxom paraded around, trying to get used to those high heels.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Really nothing now. I'm going to tether myself here in the room. Just come and let me go."

The buxom blonde had all the necessary bondage accessories. She fastened a black leather slave collar about her neck. The rubber ball of the ballgag matched the pink of her clothing. She pulled the ends of the leather strap behind her head to buckle them together but found it hard to do. Courtney came to her feet to help.

Once the gag and collar were buckled, Jaime no longer needed access to the back of her neck. She pulled the pins that allow her blonde tresses to fall down.

"Now you look like a slave girl."

"Gaggggg, Gggggag, Gaggg,"

Jaime tried to warn her about getting any ideas, but she was just about at the point where her fate was totally in the young woman's hands.

"Let me help you with these."

Having done it to Yvette a few minutes before, Courtney saw herself as an expert at putting the cuffs on another woman.

"Now the leash."

There were many places around the room where someone could tether a slave girl. Courtney attached one end of a leash to the blonde's collar and led her to the ring next to the door. They had mounted the ring a couple meters above the floor so any captive with her hands bound behind her back could not reach it. As a result there was no need to lock the chain in place. Simply hooking the clasp to it would keep the captive tethered.

"The stagecoach should be along in an hour and a half. I'll come get you in about an hour and fifteen minutes."

That was not giving her much time, but Jaime hoped the musketeers would be gone by then. They would check the inn, then head on toward Lordsburg. Even if they caught up with the stage and Buck told them about the passenger he had picked up, the stage for Tonto would already had left. They would assume she had taken it.

Courtney left the room, closing the door behind her.

Five women on the stagecoach and we have two bound as slave girls. Courtney appears to be the binder. What about the other two?

The presence of those naked slave girls on the porch worried Jeanne more than she was willing to admit. She thought about saying something to Annette, but their presence on the porch did not seem to bother her friend.

Well, perhaps friend was the best word to use. Perhaps, "acquaintance" was a better word to use. They had met only a couple weeks before. There were three of them, Jeanne, Annette and Irene. Irene had not been able to come.

"I made all the arrangements. Things are a little slow now so we got immediately service."

Annette had assured her that this inn had the best mineral spa about. "Spend an hour in the water, and I swear you will have twice the energy you have now!"

The brunette had coupons that would give them a discount if three went. At the last minute Irene had backed out.

"Can we afford this now? The coupons are for three."

"Sure. They will find someone who is by herself and give her a share of our discount. It will work out to everyone advantage. This place is very accommodating."

Yeah, Jeanne was not that bright.

While Annette had disappeared down the dark corridor leading to the rear of the inn, she had stood near the front desk, staring into the tavern. There was something about this place that did not seem right. The plan was for them to soak in the mineral bath for an hour, and then get massage. Another coach heading back to Tonto was due to come by in the morning.

"We'll have plenty of time," Annette assured her.

Jeanne was dressed in the demure attire of any free woman. The skirt was ankle length. The white cotton blouse was long-sleeved with a high neckline. She had her black hair pinned to the back of her head.

"I have room 4. You have room 3. Change into the bathing attire in the closet and wrap the robe about you. Just follow the corridor to the back where the mineral bath is. I bet I beat you there."

They started down the corridor.

"There is something about this place…"

"I've been here half a dozen times. It's fine."

"Still…"

"Here are our rooms. Do you want me to wait for you?"

"Would you?"

"I'll change and wait for you right here."

Jeanne felt better as she opened the door to the room, but she only felt better for half a second. As she stepped inside, a set of arms pinned her arms to her sides.