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Slave Girls In Bondage
Chapter 78
Jaime struggled with her bondage. Sure, the buxom blonde had struggled a little at first just to see how helpless she really was. Now she tried in earnest. The steel cuffs would not break. Twisting her arms about convinced her that she could not break that little chain connecting them. She pulled, but she could not slip her hands through the little circle of steel that held her captive.
After a couple of hours she concluded Courtney had double-crossed her. As a thief, she had all sorts of nefarious connections. She would enlist their aid to get back at this little bimbo who had left her bound like this.
She had a valiant effort to escape. Bound as a slave girl, she could not.
The key to her handcuffs lay on a nightstand next to the bed. She moved in that direction as far as the tether chain would allow. She was still a couple meters away. She crouched down a little. Balancing herself on her right high heel, she tried to reach it with her left foot, but even that was not enough. The heel of the spike was still many centimeters away from the key.
Her efforts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She froze for a couple seconds.
"Musketeers! Open up in the name of the King."
This was the whole point of her deception. She had to make them think she was a slave girl.
She assumed the standard slave girl position, standing with her legs spread far apart as she stared at the wall before her.
The innkeeper had a key that he used to unlock the door. The three men barged past him to get inside.
"Check through that door," the leader yelled, standing near the door to keep anyone from escaping in that direction.
"She's not in here," came the call from the next room.
The leader of the three turned to the innkeeper who had moved just inside the door behind them.
"Are you certain this was the room you rented her?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Athos, she must have planned to return. She left this prized possession behind."
The "prized possession" was, of course, Jaime. The man who spoke removed his glove so he could feel her flesh. With no effort at all, he pulled the material down to reveal the blonde's left tittie. Gently he rubbed the nipple between his thumb and index finger.
"She must have rented the room to throw us off her trail. She must have sneaked back on to the coach. Pathos! Athos! To our horses!"
Once they were in the hall, the innkeeper closed the door.
Did the innkeeper recognize Jaime? The blonde was afraid he had because she started struggling harder as soon as the door closed. Her efforts to escape were no more successful than they had been before.
Of course the innkeeper did not recognize Jaime. The blonde had entered the waystation fully clothed with her hair pinned up. The captive in her room wore minimal clothing with long flowing tresses. There was anonymity in being a slave girl.
The innkeeper was puzzled though. Why would the woman who rented the room leave such a valuable possession behind?
The slave girl in the room was much too valuable to leave there unprotected. He soon sent one of the inn's French Maids up to retrieve her. Jaime did not want to go with her, but she had no choice. Bound as she was, it was quite easy to control her using the leash. Of course, she could have resisted so much that the French Maid would not have been able to get her to move. She would have had to go for help. She would have been punished, but she would have the satisfaction of seeing the cause of her punishment being mercilessly beaten. The buxom blonde resisted at first, then followed.
There was something wrong, something terribly wrong, but there was nothing she could do about it then.
A few minutes after the Musketeers left the waystation, Jaime found herself tethered to a ring on the wall in the innkeeper's office. He was at the front desk finishing up some details for a couple of customers.
Jaime, not knowing that Courtney was already several kilometers away, worried how the woman would find her if she was not in the room where she had left her. She tested the chain leash that kept her tethered to the wall. She had to get back to the room.
She was bound as a slave girl.
She was going nowhere without permission.
Eventually the innkeeper returned to his office. He had records to keep, accounts to balance, and other actions necessary for a small businessman.
The blonde slave girl was just an extra perk.
"While we are waiting to find out whom you belong to…"
He removed the halter-top so he had access to the blonde's oversized titties. Jaime did not like being fondled like this, but she had no say in the matter. He turned her about so she faced the wall. By reaching around her he could grab her titties.
After several minutes of pleasure playing with the blonde's chest ornaments, he went back to his bookkeeping.
Jaime struggled with her bondage again, trying to be as quiet as possible as she did. She knew what was coming.
Of course, it was.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
She did try to kick him when he removed her panties, but he resolved that problem by tying her ankles to rings in the floor. He grabbed her right ankle, drawing it a dozen centimeters in the air. This forced her to stand on her right. She could not resist now.
Quickly he looped a cord about the ankle. As he lowered it toward the floor, he pulled to the right so her foot landed on the floor near the ring. Quickly he tied the cord to the ring.
As he moved to her left, she tried to shift her left foot to the right to so she could stand on that foot. That would enable her to kick with her left foot. He frustrated that effort by grabbing her by the left knee and drawing it up. She leaned to the right to stand on her right foot. She might have tried to resist, but the position in which he had her leg, made it impossible. He looped the cord about her ankle before setting it down. When she tried to pull her foot to the right, away from the ring, he slapped her on the back of the knee. The sudden pain shocked her. He used these seconds of indecision to pull her left foot as far to the right as he wished. Quickly he used the cord to secure her foot to the ring.
She now had to stand with her legs spread, her pussy exposed and available.
Well, sort of available.
He reached inside to see what was blocking the way.
He found the pouch with the 24 perfect diamonds inside.
That required some contemplation.
"The Musketeers are searching for a blonde thief who stole 24 diamonds from a lady at court. A blonde checks into this inn, into room 16 to be precise. That blonde disappears, but a blonde slave girl mysteriously appears in the room with the 24 diamonds hidden in her pussy."
It really did not take him very long to figure out what had happened. It took him several minutes to accept the fact that any woman could be that dumb.
There were rumors, he could not confirm, of private clubs in large towns where women paid to be treated as slave girls. They had some degree of safety, that degree being the honesty and reliability of the proprietors.
The same could not be said outside the walls of a city where there were no laws to protect the captive. At the waystation, for example, a woman wearing a slave collar was a slave girl. It did not matter how she came to have it on. If she wore a slave collar and did not belong to someone, she belonged to whomever found her.
It was that simple.
The innkeeper decided to take advantage of the situation. Placing his hands on her upper back, he forced her to bend over. She came four times before he did.
After freeing her ankles, he used the leash to maneuver the buxom blonde around before his chair. He jerked down on the leash. When she did not move, he added, "Kneel."
Slowly Jaime fell to her knees.
"The musketeers will come back this way when they can't find you. I suppose I should turn you over to them."
Jaime had nothing to say. She still had a ballgag stuffed in her mouth.
"I'm certain we can reach an accommodation," he said as he unbuckled the strap holding the rubber ball in the captive's mouth.
"What do you want?" she said as soon as the ballgag was removed from her mouth.
He grabbed her by the chin.
"You are wearing the collar of a slave girl so I can spank you as long as I want and no one will interfere. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, who?"
"Yes, Master."
"What would you like to do?"
"What?"
"What is the purpose of a slave girl's mouth?"
"To such cock."
Her lower lip trembled a little.
"Please master, let me suck you cock."
"Say it again, and this time mean it."
"Please master, let me suck your cock."
Jaime had always enjoyed the fact that men had developed a near priapism state because of the industrial pollution that had occurred prior to the collapse of civilization. They never seemed to have to come. For women it was an immense pleasure. Jaime had never had less than four orgasms when she had sex with a man.
Now, it worked against her. She could not make him come. She jerked her head forward and back again and again without success. Her jaw began to ache from being opened wide enough to take the large shaft. Slave girls were trained to do this so they could suck cock for hours and not think anything of it. Jaime wore the collar of a slave girl, but she had no experience doing this.
"Maybe you need a little encouragement," he said as he pushed her head back. He rammed the rubber ball of a ballgag between her teeth. Forcing her head down, he pushed her long blonde tresses to the sides so the back of her neck was not covered. He then buckled the ends of the strap together behind her head. The ballgag would not come out of her mouth unless he wanted it to.
"Now stand up, turn around and bend over."
The blonde captive obeyed, there was little else she could do. In this position she offered her pussy to the innkeeper who quickly availed himself.
"Mmmmmffffffttttt!!"
The first orgasm was great.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!!!"
The second was better.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!!!!!"
As was the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. She lost track after that.
"Back on your knees, Slave Girl."
He had a different task for her this time.
"Lick it clean."
Jaime tried to take it in her mouth.
"I didn't say suck it, I said lick it."
Jaime had to remind herself that those were her juices she was licking.
It took her almost ten minutes to clean his cock.
"You did a good job. Now as a reward you can suck it."
It took ten minutes of hard work for her to make him come.
Of course, it wasn't that simple.
As he felt himself about to come, he ordered, "Put your head back. Keep your mouth open."
He allowed the tip of his penis rest on her lower lip so when he came it squirted into her mouth.
"Use your tongue to spread it around in your mouth. Good. Now swallow it."
Jaime did not think it could get any worse, but of course she was wrong. The ballgag went back into her mouth.
She was glad he did that. As long as the rubber ball filled her mouth she did not have to worry about having to make him come again. She doubted she could do that.
Using the leash, he took her to an anteroom in back. A hard rubber dildo extended twenty centimeters from the wall about a meter above the floor. He had her kneel facing it. The ballgag came out, but he immediately gagged her again by forcing her head forward so the dildo entered her mouth.
His left hand held her head forward so she could not draw her mouth from the rubber shaft while his right attached a short chain between a ring on the wall and the ring on her collar. The chain was so short that she could not pull her mouth off the shaft, though she could try.
The captive blonde tried to see what he did as his hands disappeared in front of her. She felt them on her chest. When he drew them away, she knew he had removed the halter top so those massive mammaries were now exposed.
He was not finished with her bondage. He slipped a black leather blindfold over her eyes, drawing the ends of the strap behind her head so the strap pressed a pad against each eye.
She could not see him cross the room to get a small wood paddle.
"I want you to practice on that shaft in your mouth until you get it right."
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
One blow landed on each bottomcheek.
The blonde moved her head forward a couple centimeters, allowing in the hard shaft to penetrate her mouth. She slowly pulled her head back as far as the chain between her collar and the wall would allow.
"Work harder! You need the practice. In and out! In and out!"
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jaime was faced between honoring her pride, and the growing pain on her bottom where the paddle landed.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
It did not take her long to make a decision.
Jaime shoved her mouth down the shaft, then jerked it out as far as the chain would allow. As soon as the chain became taut, she rammed the shaft back into her mouth.
He moved to her right so he could watch her work.
"Move you body forward until your nipples touch the wall."
Having big titties worked to the blonde's advantage. She did not have to move her head forward much before the nipples touched the wall. Still, she had to take enough of the shaft in her mouth that the tip was in the back of her mouth.
While she worked away at the shaft, he adjusted her bondage by crossing her ankles. A few loops of a cord bound them together. He next pulled her knees back so she leaned toward the wall. Drawing her bound ankles in the air, he tied them to her hands.
Jaime whimpered at this new predicament.
"Don't complain. It is the natural position of a slave girl for her to have a cock in her mouth. This will train you to accept your new status.
When he decided she would continue, he gave her further directions.
"I have more important things to do than watch you. I'm going to come back periodically to watch. If I see you kneeling here without working, you get a swat to each cheek. I'm going to have my staff watch also. If they see you just kneeling here…well, they had better not."
Instead of moving toward the doorway, he moved to her left to bend over.
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Crack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
His left hand fondled her left tittie.
"That's just a reminder that you had better obey."
Periodically during the next couple of hours he stopped back to check on his latest acquisition. She was so frightened of further punishment that she did not dare stop. Her mouth slid forward on the shaft until the tip was at the back of her throat, then she would jerk her head back as far as the chain would allow.
It did not take the Musketeers longs to catch up to the stagecoach. No one had left the waystation on it. The fugitive was either at the way station, or had left by a different route. After a brief consultation among themselves, they decided to return to the waystation.
The innkeeper heard them ride up. He went to the porch to signal Aramis that he wanted to talk to him.
The innkeeper was no more honest than anyone else. He would have gladly sold the diamonds if he had someone who would buy them. He was content to do what was right, counting on a hefty finder's fee.
"You say you found these in one of the rooms?"
"Yes. The woman who rented the room, the woman who meets the description you gave me."
"Do you know where she is now?"
"No, perhaps she stole a horse. So many people come by; it's hard to tell. Someone might not know that they are missing a horse until tonight."
"You will, of course, be rewarded."
"I am just a poor, honest innkeeper, trying to do what is right. My expenses are so great it is hard to get by."
"What are you getting at?"
"Come along."
They stood in the doorway where they had an unobstructed view of Jaime. She continued to ram the shaft deep into her mouth, then jerk it out.
The innkeeper motioned Aramis to follow him down the hall.
"She could not pay her bill. I let her stay here free for a couple of days, but I have expenses."
"And she agreed to become a slave girl?"
"Given the options? Yes. But I have been unable to recoup even the cost of her room for those two nights. You will now make it back to town tonight. You could use her to entertain your and your men. And once you reach the Emerald City, you could sell her for a handsome profit."
Bound as she was, every time she moved her body, her big titties wobbled. It did not take Aramis more than a couple minutes to strike a deal with the innkeeper.
Jaime heard someone move up behind her. She became desperately afraid that she was due for another spanking. A hand on the back of her head forced the shaft deep into her mouth, creating a lot of slack in the chain. She felt the other hand unfasten the chain from her collar.
"Keep you mouth open," was the order as the hands pulled her head back so the shaft slid from her mouth. The voice was female, a voice she did not recognize. From the tone she knew it was a mistress. She did not dare refuse to do what the woman said. "I don't think you'll find this gag as much fun but…" The gag was a regular ball gag. The rubber ball was rammed between her teeth, then a hand pushed her head down and parted her long hair. With the ends of the strap buckled behind her head, she could not get the rubber ball out of her mouth.
The mistress jerked the blindfold from the blonde's head. She was in a hurry.
"On your feet! Come on!"
To add emphasis to the orders, she jerked the leash upwards. Jaime staggered to her feet. She was not even upright and the woman was pulling on the leash for her to follow her down the hall.
She tethered the blonde to a ring hanging down from the ceiling. This would allow Jaime a little more area in which to move if she was so foolish as to try. Bound as she was, she could not move beyond the length of the leash and the chain. The only result would be to cause her to be spanked.
The mistress left her alone for a few minutes while she retrieved a French Maid. Jaime was to be redressed, and dressing a slave girl was the work of another slave girl.
The French Maid first stripped all clothing from the buxom captive. Jaime saw no reason to try to resist, not with the mistress sitting a couple meters away with a switch in her hands.
The satin garterbelt was first. The basic color was bright green, but the edges in front were lined with black lace ruffles. The French Maid wrapped it about Jaime's hips, adjusted the length, and then hooked it.
With the garterbelt in place, the French Maid turned her attention to the stockings. These were sheer black except for the seam up the back. The French Maid had to kneel to adjust the seams, and to smooth all wrinkles from the stockings. Next she turned her attention to the straps of the garterbelt, adjusting their length before fastening the tabs to the tops of the stockings.
The shoes were next. The patent leather sandals were the same shade of green as the remainder of her outfit. The French Maid knelt to put them on the captive, one strap over the foot and another around the ankle. The 15-centimeter stiletto heels could not come off without the straps being undone, and as Jaime was helplessly bound and gagged, those shoes would remain in place as long as any free person wanted.
The panties were light green satin, as was the ultra short, flared miniskirt that went over top. The haltertop barely covered her titties, and did not control them at all.
The mistress tossed a new ballgag to the French Maid. The one filling the blonde's mouth was red. This one was green. Hey, why break up a winning combination?
While they dressed Jaime in her new attire, her sale was being negotiated in the innkeeper's office. Between the sale of the blonde and the reward for returning the diamonds, he would turn quite a profit this day.
The mistress took Jaime outside through the slave girls' entrance. Since she had never been this way before, she had no idea what was going on. She could not resist, not with her hands cuffed behind her back and a gag rammed between her teeth.
The leash ran from her collar to the left hand of her mistress. That was all she concentrated on.
The woman stopped near the front steps. With one motion of her hand, she attached the end of the leash to a ring on a tethering post. She did this with one fluid movement. She did not have to pause to do that. She then went inside.
Jaime could only stand there and wait.
Her wait was not long. The musketeers had ridden far that day. They had a long ride before them before they made camp for the night. The buxom blonde had to wait while they stopped in the bar to quaff a few tankards of ale.
Jaime panicked when she saw all those musketeers coming through the door. They all seemed to be heading for her. Had they discovered she was the master thief they sought?
She felt relieved as they passed. They were not after her. They—.
A hand jerked on her leash, the signal to a slave girl to follow. Jaime did not want to go with them, but bound as she was, she could hardly resist. Aramis led her to his horse where he attached the end of the leash to a ring on his saddle.
"To horse! We ride!!"
When he started forward, Jaime had no choice but to follow. She began to believe the innkeeper had told them who she was. Nothing had been said about her being a thief. The only comments they were indicated that they considered her only to be another voluptuous slave girl.
Jaime tested her bondage. The cuffs holding her hands behind her back would not give at all. She was a captive until someone chose to free her.
And who would free such a luscious slave girl?
She moved rapidly behind Aramis's horse to keep from being dragged.
While Jaime was still within sight of the waystation, the slavers were loading Yvette into the wagon.
True a slave girl could walk from point A to point B with little expenses to the company moving her but it still took a lot of time. One reason they put slave girls in those high heels was to keep them from being able to move quickly. Unless they put the slave girls in "sensible" shoes, they could only move slowly.
Who would want to mar the beauty of a long-legged slave girl tottering on fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels?
Another slave girl already waited in the back of the wagon when they brought Yvette forward. Before putting her in back, they removed her top and miniskirt so she was dressed, or rather undressed, in the same manner as the slave girl would await her. All she wore were the stockings, high heels and garterbelt.
They lifted the tall blonde in the air and sat her down on the bed of the wagon. (For those wondering, they had polished the wood so there were no splinters. They did not want to hurt the slave girl during transport. Unless it was for punishment. Or for fun.)
Yvette almost started salivating when she saw the huge purple dildo protruding from the other slave girl's pussy. A man squatted behind that captive to pull Yvette forward by her feet. Her legs went outside the other slave girl's body just as hers went out Yvette's. Another man adjusted the position of the dildo so the tip pointed at the blonde's pussy. With a nod of his head, he signaled the other man to pull. He placed both hands against the blonde's lower back to push. As Yvette's body moved forward across the bed of the wagon, the dildo slid inside her pussy.
They next crossed her ankles and tied them together. They did the same to the other slave girl's legs. This made it so if the slave girl moved backed, she could not move far enough for the dildo to slide out. (Yvette thought it was unnecessary. Why would she want that dildo out of her?)
The ballgags came out next. The gag that replaced them was different. It was a two-headed dildo twenty-five centimeters long and seven in diameter. They thrust it into Yvette's mouth first, then pushed her upper body forward. The other slave girl had her mouth open to accept the other end.
To secure it in their mouths, they ran a chain between their collars. The slave girls could not pull their heads back that few centimeters needed to get the dildo out. The dildo would remain in their mouths as gags.
They freed the hands of the slave girls, first Yvette, then her sister slave. Crossing her wrists behind the other slave girl's back, they tied them together, then ran a rope to the blonde's crossed ankles.
The two slave girls hugged one another, their bare titties rubbing back and forth.
The final bondage items for the two were leather blindfolds. The guards assured that nothing would distract the slave girls' attention for those dildos rammed in their pussies and mouths.*****
Yvette did not think this a degrading position. Any thoughts she had quickly escaped her head when the wagon started forward. While the roads were fairly level, the wagon was without springs. At every little bump in the road, it shook.
The dildo within the slave girls seemed to be alive. As their bodies writhed in excitement, the other dildos slid in and out of their mouths. To Yvette, it seemed that some man was using her on both sides. She eagerly sucked on one dildo as the other caused her to creep slowly toward an orgasm.
Yvette had one last thought of Courtney. She wondered if her friends had ever thought that traveling could be so much fun.
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