Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 77

Jeanne opened her mouth to scream but another set of hands rammed a pair of nylon panties between her lips. She tried at first to reach her mouth. When that failed she tried to push the cloth from her mouth with her tongue. By then it was too late. Duct tape across her mouth insured her silence.

She tried to resist, but what could she do?

They pushed her to the floor, being careful not to hurt her. If she were injured in any way, it would decrease her value.

She tried to kick, but a pair of legs pinned her own legs to the floor. The pair of arms holding arms drew them behind her back and held them together. Since the panties and duct tape made it impossible for her to make a sound above a muffled grunt, the second set of hands had no need to cover her mouth.

That set of hands jerked a cord free from a belt. One, two, three loops about the beautiful brunette's crossed wrists. The ends of the cord were then passed between her arms and her hands to cinch those first three loops. She would not be able to escape in any case, but it was ridiculous to take unnecessary risks. In seconds they had her hands tied together behind her back.

They pushed her down so she lay facedown on the floor.

A knee to the back kept the beautiful brunette from moving as they turned their attention to her feet. It took them only second to loop a cord about her ankles. Three more loops did the job. Once cinched, she could not separate her legs at all.

The hands then drew the beautiful brunette into a kneeling position. This gave them access to her entire upper body. Another cord encircled her upper body below her large tits. After three passes, the hands tied a simple square knot in back. Three more times the cord encircled her upper body, only this time above her tits. This time they looped the ends of the cord about the captive's upper arms. As they pulled on the ends, they drew her elbows together.

So they had Jeanne helplessly bound, but they were not finished with her. Running one end of the cord halfway around her body, they cinched those six loops by passing the ends under her arms. When pulled tight and tied, Jeanne had no use of her arms at all.

Though two people had bound Jeanne, a third waited in the room in case they needed assistance. They never did though. They had done this so often they moved as a well-oiled machine. A young woman entered the room of her own volition and left it as a helplessly bound captive.

"Do you want me to carry her?" the third person asked.

"We've done all the work so far," came the sarcastic reply.

The person who had initially grabbed the beautiful captive was a man. He drew Jeanne to her feet. The second person, a woman, was already walking toward the door to the next room. The third person, also a man, squatted a little so he could sling Jeanne over a shoulder.

Annette was in the next room with the rest of the group. They called themselves the "Committee of Acquisitions." Those naked slave girls out on the porch were their latest "acquisitions."

Jeanne was next on the list.

They set the captive down in front of Annette.

"As you have no doubt guessed by now, there is no spa here. There are only slavers and guess who their prey is?" the beautiful brunette taunted her.

Jeanne turned her head to the side but could not stop Annette to tapping her on the nose with her index finger as she asked that question.

"For the next hour, they are going to spank you. At that time you will be permitted to beg to be a slave girl."

With a nod, Annette signaled them that they could move Jeanne to her next location. This was to the right of a straight-backed chair. Half a meter from the chair was a ring set in the floor. They set the beautiful captive down so one foot was on either side of that ring. While one person held her body in position another tied a cord between her ankles and the ring, giving lots of slack.

"It gets so tedious beating free woman until they want to be slave girls. I hope you don't mind if they made a little game out of it."

Not that Jeanne was in any position to protest.

Each member of the committee added a pfenning to the kitty. They then drew cards. The high card won. Whoever was the last to get a shot at the captive's fanny won the kitty?

Jeanne ignored them as she struggled with her bondage. Even if she got partway free, no one was going to help her at this inn. She was doomed. She just did not realize it yet.

The winner sat in the chair before her. Jeanne stared in horror at the man as he smiled at her. Leaning toward her, he grabbed the hem of her long skirt and pulled up. Of course she tried to resist, but seriously, bound as she was, how could she do anything? When he had it up about her hips, he pulled her forward so she lay across his lap, her fanny on his thighs.

"You know, there is a lot to be said about cotton panties."

Grabbing them by the waistband, he pulled them down to reveal the brunette's bottomcheeks.

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"

They all laughed at Jeanne's feeble protests. All their captives protested long and not quite loud at their treatment.

The initial punishment was ten swats with the bare hand to each bottomcheek.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

He alternated, one blow to the right check, one blow to the left.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Jeanne bucked and wiggled in a futile attempt to evade the blows.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Of course she tried to scream through her gag, but the sound of his hand hitting her bottom and the laughter of the spectators masked it.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

The pristine whiteness of her fanny acquired a pinkish glow as he finished.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

When he finished, he pushed her back so she stood beside the chair. Gravity had pulled the long skirt down to her knees. He pulled it up so he could draw her panties up to the proper position. The next spanker would have the pleasure of pulling them down. He then tugged down on the skirt to insure it was down all the way.

"Next!"

This time they added two pfennings to the kitty. The next turn it would be three. Each time it would increase by a pfenning until only one person had not had a turn. That remaining person would win the kitty.

Now, the discerning reader probably wonders how they can force a woman to submit to a slave collar in an hour by whacking her with a bare hand.

The answer is: they don't.

If a person draws a high card a second time, he or she, uses a small wood paddle about fifteen centimeters in diameter. The third time, they use a willowy switch. In an hour, maybe an hour and a half, any captive would beg for a collar just to get the punishment to end.

Since she was not a member of the committee, Annette did not participate. She was an independent contractor, hired by the committee to deliver the good. With drink in hand, she watched as they slowly beat the beautiful brunette into submission.

"You know, we contracted for two," the treasurer of the Committee commented to her after she had taken her turn beating Jeanne's fanny.

"The other girl backed out at the last minute," she said without taking her eyes off Jeanne's bare bottom. Almost all of it was a beautiful shade of dark pink. The members of the Committee certainly knew how to direct their blows.

"You owe us for one."

"I'll get another. It may take a while. I'm having trouble finding women dumb enough to believe this."

"Just remember, you owe us for one."

The treasurer moved on to the chairman who watched Jeanne's punishment with a little smirk on his face.

"She said she has trouble recruiting candidates."

"I would say she has outlived her usefulness," he remarked as he took a sip from his drink. He did not take his eyes off Jeanne's bottom.

"I concur."

Courtney had had quite an eventful day. She certainly was not mistress, but already she had help bind two beautiful young women as slave girls. If she hummed as she walked down the corridor, she certainly had reason to be happy. This was a sense of power she had never before experienced.

Before going into the bar, she stopped at the desk to made arrangements for her slave girl to be transported to another town. The innkeeper also was an agent of the transport company. Not only did stagecoaches come through his waystation, dropping off some passengers, picking up others, but the same happened to slave girls.

Perhaps one was being sent from one town to another. If there was no direct wagon going that way, they would leave the cute captive at the waystation until one did come by.

Yvette knew the schedule, so she knew when the next wagon she wanted to be on was leaving. She would have several hours to wait, but before the day was over, she would be in the wagon, moving safely toward her destination.

"She's been such a good little girl lately, I think she deserves a reward. While she waits, why don't you tether her down here in the lobby so others can enjoy her."

Now Yvette said nothing about that. But you have to wonder if she would object.

The arrangements made, Courtney entered the bar. She convinced the two guys to move from the bar to a table. Where she sat she could watch the show in the lobby.

After a few minutes, a clerk came up to get Yvette. He said nothing to her since she was only a slave girl. He simply removed the end of the leash from the ring on the wall and used it to lead her down the hall. The captive followed, staring down at the floor. She did not want to draw attention to herself. She wanted everyone to think that she was a submissive slave girl.

She expected to be taken to the kennel in back, or perhaps immediately move to be slave corral. Instead, she was taken to the front desk. The clerk had other things to do, and he knew that the coffle would not be leaving for another two hours. Sometime before then someone from the drayage company would stop by to check for any cargo being added to complement.

He led her around in a tight circle so she faced the bar. The wall extended only a few meters from the back wall. From the end of the wall to the entrance there was a low wall a few centimeters less than a meter high. He freed her hands so she could place her hands on top this low wall. Manacles secured her wrists to the wall. He locked her leash to a ring on the wall. Okay, you have already guessed – that is why the wall was constructed the way it was. Frequently masters or mistresses would tether slave girls there so other could partake of their charms.

The tall blonde stood bent over with her legs spread far apart. Anyone passing by the front desk could see her pussy.

In that position, it was an invitation to be used.

Yvette raised her head to see Courtney seated a few meters before her. Her friend smiled, and raised her glass in a mock toast.

Yvette felt her nipples becoming hard and pointed. She knew her friend had them place her here so she could be used as a slave girl. Courtney thought she was playing a trick on her. She did not know that the tall blonde hoped something like this would happen, only she was too embarrassed to ask her friend to bind her in this place. This was one of the perks of traveling this way.

After half an hour, a mistress arrived to pick up any slave girls needing transportation. She led Yvette from the build through a side entrance.

Yvette was a slave girl. She was not allowed to use the front door. She could only used the slave entrance.

Immediately outside there were two other slaves. The mistress attached Yvette's leash to the ring on the back of the collar of the one on the left. She then repeated the process between the two of them. At the end of the line, the beautiful blonde followed her around the building to the front.

They were not ready to go to the camp. The mistress wanted a drink before starting out. She attached the leash of the lead slave girl to a ring on her saddle. Knowing that the three helpless captives were going nowhere tethered as she had them. She had tied her horse's reins to a hitching rail. None of the slave girls could reach it.

Everything was going the way Yvette had planned.

Annette's plan seemed to be going well (though we are aware of a hitch).

Jaime's plan seems to be going okay.

Or is it?

As Yvette stood patiently outside the waystation, the stagecoach to Tonto arrived almost an hour earlier.

That should be good news. Everyone can reach his or her destination sooner.

Whoops!

Courtney is only half done with her drink when the driver stepped inside.

"I'm running ahead of schedule. The coach for Tonto leaves in five minutes."

Everyone was up and moving for the door. Courtney took one last gulp as she came to her feet.

Now what about Jaime?

Courtney really isn't evil, she is just a ditz. It never occurred to her until they were several kilometers away that she had promised to release Jaime. She thought about it for several seconds, worried about it for several minutes, then promptly forgot about her.

Think about Yvette. There she is wearing that abbreviated pink slave girl's outfit, her long legs totally visible. Her three friends came down the steps past her. As a good little slave girl she had to try to catch their attention by looking each in the eye.

She was only a slave girl so no one recognized her, not even Courtney. She was only another voluptuous body wearing a minimal amount of satin.

The tall blonde did not look back as she heard the sounds of the driver urging the horses forward. She was on her own, but she had done this often before. While she knew she was really not a slave girl, she had learned to think of herself as one.

Several minutes after the coach left, the mistress who had left her there emerged from the front door. She mounted her horse without saying anything to her charges. Her camp lay in the opposite direction from where the coach had gone.

Yvette moved when the slave girls ahead of her moved. Helplessly bound as she was, she could only go where others wanted her to go. She knew the futility of resisting.

Down on the first floor, Jeanne's torment was coming to an end. The brunette no longer struggled when a switch struck her bottom. She had accepted her fate. They continued to beat her fanny though, not to force her to do anything, but rather for the sheer pleasure of it.

Once untied, she stripped down naked. On all fours she crawled to the woman who had won the kitty. Leaning forward to place her neck in the collar, it took only seconds to make her officially a slave girl.

The tape came off and the panties came out as they bound her hands behind her back.

"Now thank me for turning you into a slave girl." She gripped the captive by the chin. "Or do I have to take you over my lap again?"

Jeanne's inexperienced tongue licked the woman's pussy. When she was done, they placed a ballgag in her mouth.

She screamed through the gag as the woman gave her the ritual first spanking as a slave girl. The others had spanked this beautiful captive more often than she had. She had swats to make up for.

Back on her knees, Jeanne used her tongue to thank the woman for spanking her.

She then repeated the ritual for each man and woman on the committee, using her mouth and tongue to thank them first for enslaving her, and then for spanking her.

By the time they finished with her, the beautiful brunette could envisioned no other life for her than that of a slave girl. Everyone man and woman in that room was superior to her; every man and woman in that room was a free man or woman.

She lay helplessly on her back while they shaved her pussy. She was glad there was no one else about to see her humiliation as they did this task.

It was a totally submissive Jeanne who paraded out to the porch to take her place with the other newly collared slave girls. She wore a black leather singleglove and matching patent leather shoes.

She allowed them to place her knees on the pedestals. They then attached the straps and chains as they had the other slave girls. Bound as the others were, she could not move any part of her body.

"I think you could come to love this position, Slave Girl Jeanne," Annette said as she rubbed one pussy lip until Jeanne's nipples became hard and pointed.

"Can you come back? We want to discuss another business deal with you," the chairman asked with a polite smile.

In the room upstairs, Jaime had not yet realized that her plan had gone awry. She played with her handcuffs, just to insure herself that she was helplessly bound. Occasionally she stepped back to make the chain taut, just to assure herself that she could not wander off.

The purpose of slave girl accoutrements was to render the captive helpless so she could not resist. Such a situation not only made the luscious captive susceptible to the slightest whims of those about her, it also served as a constant reminder of her position in life. When a beautiful woman spends hours helplessly bound and gagged, she cannot help but think herself a slave girl.

Half a kilometer away, Yvette had reached the slavers' temporary camp alongside the road. Some of the slave girls were parading around in a coffle behind a guard on horseback. They were exercising their captives. Like all good masters and mistresses, they knew how to take care of their valuable property.

The slave girls who had not behaved during the journey thus far this day remained bound in the wagons. As an additional punishment each wore a black leather blindfold.

Yvette and her two companions were lined up on the other side of the road, facing away from the road and the camp. As good little slave girls, each stood her with legs spread far apart.

"Move forward. A little more. A little more."

She felt them removing her handcuffs.

"Bend over, hands on the rail."

Midway between the road and the fence, there was a set of parallel rails, each about a quarter of a meter high. Yvette bent over to place her hands on the far rail. Quickly the guard tied a cord about each wrist and looped it about the rail so she could not pull her hands away, or straighten up. Other cords secured her ankles to stakes in the ground so she could not bring her legs together.

The rail nearer the road made it impossible for the tall blonde to bend her knees.

There she stood, he legs spread, offering her pussy to any man who came down the road. Now to a free woman, this would be a terrible punishment, but to a slave girl, this was a reward. Yvette wished she could do something to attract the attention of every man who happened by, but the decision to be used was not hers. If a man wanted to use her, he would. She had no say in the matter.

Back at the waystation, Annette fought in vain against the ropes binding her arms to her body. They had bound her as they had Jeanne. Once they had her wrists tied together behind her back, they looped cords about her upper body to pin her arms against her back. Passing more cords under her arms, they cinched those first loops so she had no movement at all.

She continued to struggle in hopes of escaping them. She had seen Jeanne and half a dozen others bound like this. She should have known that she would never be able to escape. Still, she tried.

The effect of these ropes was to pull her top snugly across her bosom.

That was not what they were concerned about, at least not yet.

Their immediate attention was on her bottom.

One of the women won the right to deliver the first blows. She unbuckled the belt so she could pull the captive's pants down. Annette tried to resist by pressing her knees together, but it was too late.

The woman grabbed her by the hips to pull her forward. Annette fell forward across the woman's lap, her face ending up near the floor. She felt the woman's hands on her panties, then on her bare bottom. The woman played with her bottomcheeks, pinching them gently so Annette knew the woman could do with her as she wished.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

She resolved not to give them the satisfaction of seeing her resist. She lay there limply as the woman continued to pound away at her cheeks.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

One check, then the other.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

She knew where the next blow would fall.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

She could not do anything to stop it.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

The woman pulled her upright by the shoulders.

"You have such a nice bush here," the woman said as she twisted Annette's pubic hair about her index finger. "Too bad it has to go."

The other laughed. Annette stood there passively as the woman pulled her panties up, patting her on the bottom when they were in place.

A man won the next draw. His blows were harder and more methodical. At the end of the twenty swats, Annette was sobbing.

She cried harder and writhed in her bondage at the blows of the third and four persons.

The man who had been Annette's second tormentor drew the high card next. He was allowed to use a paddle.

Annette tried to keep from being pulled down over his lap, but what could she do. She felt his hands pulled down her panties to reveal her bottom, now a nice shade of pink.

Whop!

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"

The bottom check wobbled from the impact of the blow. He took his time to allow her to think about the next blow.

Whop!

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"

She tried to push herself off his lap.

Whop!

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"

He had his arm about her hips to hold her in place.

Whop!

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"

The twenty blows would fall on her bottom, and they had her bound so she could do absolutely nothing to stop them.

Annette continued to receive barehanded swats until all the members of the committee had the opportunity to spank her. By then, she received many blows from the paddle.

Then came the blows from the switch.

Crack!

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"

By then she only wanted the ability to beg to be a slave girl, but they were having too much fun. They continued to flail away at her bottom as long as they liked.

It seemed to Annette to be days later when they allowed her to kneel before a woman. Slowly she moved her upper body forward and down so she could place her throat against the leather slave collar.

In seconds she was their property.

The ballgag came out for her to use her tongue on the woman's pussy to thank her for turning her into a slave girl. It went back in for the ritual spanking. Then it came out again so the beautiful brunette could use her tongue again to thank the woman for spanking her.

A man replaced the woman in the chair. Annette sucked his cock until he came. Her jaw ached as she took her place over his lap so he could spank her. She then found herself back on her knees so she could use her mouth to thank him for the spanking. She did not see how she could make him come again, but she was too frightened of them using a paddle or switch on her bottom to refuse.

After Annette had showed everyone just have submissive she wanted to be, it was time to put her on display.

They stripped her down naked before putting the single glove on her. Two men held her arms in the proper position while one of the women stepped closer so she could slide leather bondage device up the captive's arms. The singleglove had a heavy zipper from the bottom to the top. The woman pulled it up partway. The men then pulled straps attached to the top across the brunette's upper back, over her shoulders and then under her arm to the singleglove where there was a buckle riveted to the leather. Threading the end of the strap through the buckle, they pulled each taut and stuck the pin through the hole.

Grabbing the singleglove with her left hand, the woman used her right to pull the zipper all the way up to the top. She flipped the tab down and secured it in place by a leather strap. The strap kept the tab pinned against the metal so it would not open. She then turned her captive to the side so she could readjust the strap that she had put on first. She needed to pull it only one hole tighter. She then turned her captive about so she faced in the other direction. This presented the brunette's other side to her. She repeated the process, drawing the strap tight. This time, she had to pull the strap two holes for to make it tight.

The black, patent leather shoes were next. Black was such a banal color for a slave girl to wear, but it matched her collar and single glove.

It also matched her pubic hair, but not for long.

They pushed her to her knees. Once in that supplicant position, they lifted her right foot, putting it over the left ankle. A light cord about her ankles kept her feet in that position.

They then bent her backwards. Because of the way they had bound her legs, she could not draw her legs together.

A foot on her upper chest kept her in that position.

The beautiful brunette blushed at their laughter as they lathered up her pubic hair. She felt the blade slide across her flesh, removing all the curly hairs down here. They had done this so often before that it took only seconds to shave her smooth.

She felt fingers rubbing that part of her body. Everyone presented wanted to feel just how smooth they had shaved her.

"Come on, My Dear, you want to have your time on our walk of shame."

In a matter of seconds, Annette found herself on the pouch with Jeanne and the other women enslaved that day.

She knelt as they fastened leather cuffs about her ankles. At the same time they formed her long, dark tresses into a pair of pigtails high on the sides of her head. Immediately before her they placed the twin posts.

Two men lifted her in the air, setting her down so one knee rested atop each post. They did not bind her legs to these pedestals, as there was no need to. They ran cords from the ankle cuffs to overhead rings and down to the pigtails. The position of the cords running up her backside pressed her feet against her sore bottom and made it impossible for her to alter her position.

They then pulled the posts apart a few millimeters. Annette's weight fell down, pulling at the pigtails. They moved the posts apart a little more.

The only remaining thing to do was to put the blindfold over her eyes. She had not realized how effective the bondage device was until they used it on her. No light at all came through to her eyes.

She felt fingers from several different hands playing with her pussy. She grunted a muffled protest through the gag. She did not dare do more. Compared to the spanking she had just endured, this was quite pleasant.

She knew that was the thought of a slave girl.

She discovered, as had every slave girl before her, that once she was bound in this position, she could not move at all.

She then heard a mocking voice say, "You know, Annette, of all the slave girls you provided us, I think you are the best."